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flemingology · 2 months ago

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business casual ─ alexia putellas x reader

in which: alexia dresses up the ballon d'or

warnings: nothing, slightly suggestive at the end

wc: 1.9K

a/n: wrote this in an hour or two. saw alexia's look and couldn't resist it lol. first piece for her! hope you enjoy :)

Ballon d'Or night. One of the most anticipated nights of the year. Especially for your girlfriend. Having won two of the awards herself, she was well acquainted with the prestige that came with the event.

Just like last year, though, the ceremony took place right in the middle of Alexia's international break. She'd cursed the people in charge for the ridiculous planning last year, but seemingly it hadn't gone any better this time around. Flying out from their national camp wasn't the most ideal situation, but Alexia thanked her lucky stars that the RFEF were quite loose around the whole ordeal – allowing her and her national teammates the time and space to fly over to Paris.

Despite her best efforts, Alexia knew she wasn't going to win it this year. She'd put her bets on Aitana or Caroline, who both had an incredibly year of football under their belt. The Spanish midfielder, who had still been struggling with niggles throughout the past season, wasn't tipped as one of the favorites for the award this year. Not that she minded, though. She'd won the award twice and was more than happy for her teammates to be showered in the praise that they deserved. All in all, Alexia always enjoyed her nights at the ceremony, winning an award or not.

Just like every year, though, the Spaniard wasn't planning on giving you any insight on what she was going to wear. Everybody knew that one of the big things about the Ballon d'Or – footballers and awards aside – was all about the stars rocking up the red carpet in quite the glamorous outfits. Alexia had tried to convince you a couple times to come with her to Paris, but you weren't the one for all the media attention. You much rather stayed on your couch back in Barcelona, watching the live stream like a hawk, attentively eyeing the arriving taxis to try and catch a glimpse of your girlfriend.

A quick glance at your watch told you the time was nearing 7, so you knew she had to be about done with the preparations of her look. You decided to send her a text.

To: Amor ❤️ "Go have a good time tonight, baby. Orgulloso de ti. I love you ❤️"

You knew how much Alexia adored it when you mixed your usual English with some Spanish, forever a sucker for you speaking her mother tongue. You'd gone out of your way to try and master the language, knowing how much it meant to her if you'd be able to communicate to the part of her family that didn't know the English language as well as she did. You hadn't anticipated a text back at all, but you were pleasantly surprised at the buzz of your phone a couple moments later.

From: Amor ❤️"Eres el mejor. Thinking about you. I'll call you later 😘"

A little over an hour had passed when Alexia finally emerged on the livestream. You were caught up with cooking dinner, your laptop stood on the counter behind you while you were prepping your vegetables. You turned around, planning to throw the diced tomatoes in a different bowl, but your actions got cut short when you caught a glimpse of your girlfriend on the screen.

"My God," you breathed out silently. Vegetables completely forgotten about, you quickly put your cutting board back down and turned your full attention towards your laptop. She was wearing a striped, charcoal-colored pair of trousers, combined with nothing but a suit vest that tied at her waist. The vest showed the perfect amount of cleavage and chest, leaving just enough to the imagination. She wasn't wearing loads of make-up, but it was visible, just as you knew she liked it. Her hair was perfectly slicked back into a bun, her ears adorning a pair of sparkling earrings that perfectly accentuated the simplicity of the look. She looked incredible. You weren't expecting anything less, but she never failed to take your breath away in moments like these.

You watched her pose for the cameras on the red carpet, accompanied by all her Barcelona teammates, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from her. Now it was your turn to scold the decision to hold the event during international break, mourning the opportunity for her to come home to you and you to admire her look in the flesh. Before long, the camera panned away from her and caught a bunch of new arrivals, which you took as your cue to try and continue your dinner preparations.

As much as you were distracted by her and her look, and she clouded your thoughts at any given moment, you managed to cook yourself a meal. The ceremony well underway by now, you plopped down on the couch and watched the rest. Barcelona were crowned as Team of the Year, Alexia receiving the award in name of her team. You decided to try your luck and send the Spaniard another text. You knew she didn't keep her phone on her during events like these, but maybe you'd get lucky and get a response from her within a couple hours when she was in her hotel room.

To: Amor ❤️ "Ale, you look amazing. You've outdone yourself. I'm so in love with you. Me dejas sin aliento cada vez."

As the night went on, the camera kept panning towards your girlfriend. As one of the biggest stars in the room, it was expected for her to have quite some time on air, but it was starting to have its toll on you. Your girlfriend looked incredible but here you were, at home, hours away from your lover. You wanted nothing more than to be there with her, to be able to see her after the ceremony and really show her how much you liked her outfit.

A dull ache started forming between your legs and you knew it was only going to get worse throughout the evening. Without the prospect of having your girlfriend around, you knew it was going to be a long night.

Before long, the ceremony ended and you decided to make your way upstairs. It was quite late already, the event stretching out into the late hours of the night, so you decided it would be best for you to try and get some rest before Alexia inevitably called you up deeper in the night.

You'd managed to get a couple hours of sleep before your body got abruptly woken by the shrill noice of Alexia's ringtone blaring through your bedroom. You had put your volume to the maximum, knowing you were quite the deep sleeper, and you were glad that it had worked. You palmed your nightstand with one eye open looking for your phone, nearly declining her call before you managed to get it with you on the mattress, accepting her call and putting her on speaker.

"Hola, amor," Alexia quipped, her voice still quite energetic despite the late hour she called at. You glanced at the clock on your night stand, reading 1:36am. "Hi, baby," you replied, a small smile creeping up your face upon hearing the voice of your girlfriend. "How are you?"

"Mhm, good. Thank you. How are you?" you heard rustling in the background, assuming she was getting into bed. "Good. A little tired, though", you didn't want to make Alexia feel bad but her response seemed like you did. "Lo siento, amor. Do you want me to let you sleep? I know it's late," you shook your head at that but quickly verbally disagreed, realizing she couldn't see you through the phone. "No, no. I've missed you and I'm glad I'm speaking to you."

"Did you watch?" a slight chuckle escaped your lips, Alexia's question almost felt like mockery. "Of course I did, Ale. You never let me know what you're going to wear beforehand, so I have to find out through the stream!"

You didn't have to see her face to know that she had a shit-eating grin on her face now. "Mhm, I guess you're right. What did you think?" you rolled your eyes as a slight smile tugged on the corner of your lips. "What did I think? I told you through text, no?" you decided you could tease her a little before giving her what she wanted.

You heard a faint groan on the other side of the call. "Si, you did."

"Kidding, bébé. You looked perfect, honestly. You know how much I love it when you wear a suit vest. It accentuates your chest perfectly," you finished, your mind already thinking back about how good your girlfriend looked in her outfit tonight. "I knew you'd like it. Nice surprise?" you thought about how the way she looked left a throbbing between your legs throughout the rest of the night. "Very nice surprise. Just a shame that I can't get to show you just how much I appreciated the way you looked tonight."

Alexia hummed, an amused lilt seeping through. "Anything specific on your mind?" you didn't know how to approach this, not knowing whether Alexia was feeling a change of mood at this time of the night. "Well, let's say that you had me thinking about all the things I would do to you if you'd let me take that suit off you," Alexia let out a deep breath. "Dios mio, amor. You know there's nothing I would've wanted more than to come home to you tonight and let you take it off me."

Alexia's words did nothing to soothe the aching between your legs, if anything it only spurred you on further. "Ale," you started, taking a deep breath trying to ground yourself. "You have to stop right now," you tried to sound deterministic. "Why?" she quipped back, clearly enjoying the way she was working you up. "Because I'm already worked up, and you're not here, so you can't do anything about it. If I want to be able to get some sleep later, you need to turn it down a little."

"Who says I can't help you?" Alexia's words were spoken softly, almost as if she was unsure about what she was proposing. You frowned before speaking up. "Hmm? What do you mean?" a couple moments passed before the Spaniard spoke again. "I don't know, maybe we could be on the phone while you,..." Alexia trailed off, but you remained silent, wanting her to voice what she wanted. "...while you take care of what I started."

Your cheeks turned a deeper shade of red at the proposition she just made. "You want to talk me through it... over the phone?" you tried, wanting to make sure that the both of you were on the same page. "Sí, si quieres?"

"Yeah," you breathed out nervously, feeling the thrill of the newness of the situation. You and Alexia hadn't done anything like this before. You'd shared a couple pictures and videos with each other while the midfielder was at camp, trying to bridge the couple weeks that she was away, but you had never thought about phone sex. It wasn't something that had been brought up yet and you hadn't deemed it as something either of you two needed, the both of you more than satisfied with your sex life at was, but you couldn't deny the pang of arousal that shot towards your core every time you thought about Alexia talking you through your orgasm over the phone.

"Yeah, I want this." "Perfecto, corazón. Now spread your legs and let me make you feel good."

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pitchsidestories · 22 days ago

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under pressure II Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

masterlist | word count: 1829

summary: reader takes it too far in training and must live with the consequences. But no one sees the pressure which is weighing down heavy on her young shoulders.

author's note: dear readers, the oneshot was inspired by this request here, enjoy. In this story Lucy Bronze didn't leave Barcelona. <3

Training had started two minutes ago.

You rushed onto the training pitch, throwing your school stuff down into the grass and quickly slipped into your football boots. You were silently praying to whoever would listen that you would get away with being late.

Right as you stood up and wanted to join the rest of the team, you heard your coachs’ voice from across the field: “That’s strike one, it better not get to strike three.“

You frowned at him. “I’m only two minutes late!”, you protested, frustrated because you had done everything possible to make it to FC Barcelonas trainings grounds in time.

“And she had school.“, Ona added quickly. She had stopped her warm-up to help you out.

You shot her a quick grateful look.

“She knows when training starts.“, Pere replied unusually cold.

You swallowed everything you wanted to say. That it wasn’t your fault. That your Spanish teacher hadn’t let you go at the ring of the bell and that you tried to make up for it by running all the way from the metro station.

You nodded slowly: “We can start now…“

“Good.“, Pere said, turning back towards the rest of the group.

You joined your teammates on the pitch, deliberately ignoring the quick look Ona and Lucy exchanged when they thought you didn’t see them.

You flinched when someones arm suddenly brushed against yours.

“You’re good? No trouble in school?”, Aitana asked you with concern in her voice.

“No, Tana, it’s fine…“, you replied, jogging beside her.

“I’m just asking. You know I can help.“

A small smile tugged on the corners of your mouth. Aitana was always the first to offer her help with school stuff and while you didn’t need it at the moment, her asking meant a lot to you.

“Girls!“, Peres voice called them to the centre of the pitch where he explained your first exercise.

Twenty minutes later, you had your first drinking break. While you sipped on your water, you sneaked a quick look at your phone and quickly replied to a message.

Just your luck, you were caught breaking the team rules once again.

“Y/n!”

You looked up into Peres disappointed face and sighed: “Sorry, it was important!”

“No phones on the training pitch, you know that. That’s strike two.“

“But…“

You had no chance to explain yourself.

“You know that.“, he repeated.

Your frustration reached a new height. In your opinion, you hadn’t done anything wrong. They were small trivial things that didn’t interrupt training, there was no reason to make such a big deal out of it. Especially not after the day you just had.

“Oh, for fucks sake! I know but I also told you that the message was important!”, you exploded.

You and Pere seemed both surprised by the words that had just come out of your mouth.

“Cursing too?”, he asked with a sigh.

You only blinked at him in shock.

“That was very Lucia of her. You can tell she’s living at her place!”, Mapi burst out laughing next to you. You had no idea what was happening around you.

The confusion you felt was reflected in Lucy’s face who turned around to look at the defender from Zaragoza. “Excuse me what?”

“She’s got a point. It sounds like you.”, Ingrid agreed smiling.

“True. They even share a similar glare.”, Keira of all people added in a teasing tone. The English midfielder lived with Lucy and you when you rose from La Masia to Barcelona’s A team. Then they broke up and found new partners, yet you could still sense the mutual respect between them, and both loved you fiercely like you were their younger sister.

“I don’t care where she has it from, you know we’re not cursing on the pitch.”, your coach intervened growling.

“Sorry, I didn’t..”, you apologized trying your hardest not to cry in front of the team. No one should see the invisible pressure which was weighing down heavy on your young shoulders.

“That’s your third strike. Pack your stuff and leave my training.”, Pere demanded, his voice dripping with disappointment.

“Shit.”, you thought to yourself. This day really couldn't have gone any worse. The pitiful glances of your teammates made it even more terrible.

“Now.”, your coach waved impatiently.

“We’ll talk at home, kid, okay?”, Lucy gave you an encouraging pad on the shoulder.

“’ ‘Kay.”, you muttered under your breath.

After you left the training pitch, there was a silence hanging over the team which Ona broke first. “She seemed under pressure, so be nice to her later, Luce.”

“What do you think I’m going to do? Yell at her?”, her girlfriend snorted in disbelief.

“No, we can do that together.”, the younger defender offered kindly.

“Don’t worry, Ona. I know what I’m doing.”, Lucy assured her partner.

“Could the couples get back to training again?”, Pere requested grudgingly.

“Sure.”, the English player nodded.

“He’s in a bad mood today, huh?”, Mapi asked her while they were doing an exercise together.

“Weirdly, he’s.”, Lucy responded but her thoughts circling more around you than your coach. She had to find out what exactly was bothering you so much that you were acting out in training which you never did before.

Once you arrived at home you laid down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, unmoving, Narla, the dog snuggling on top of you, an hour had passed when you heard the turn of the keys, realizing absentmindedly.

“Oh, hi, Luce.”

The West Highland Terrier immediately jumped off to greet the English woman. You could hear her and Ona talking in the hallway, the Spaniard apparently went to the kitchen to cook coffee for the three of you.

“Hey, kiddo. How are you?”, Lucy asked concerned as you made space on the sofa for her, so she could sit on it too.

“Was he still angry at me when you girls left?”, you returned the question. With a weak smile on your lips, you corrected the older player. “Also, Oni said you should stop calling me like that I’m going to be eighteen soon.”

“I don’t care what Ona says, I’ll stop calling you that when you’re taller than me.”, she shrugged.

You couldn’t help yourself, you snorted at her comment.

“Rude! I’m the same height since forever.“

Lucy grinned: “Bad luck, kiddo.“

Laughing, you pushed her with your shoulder: “You’re so annoying.“

“Now tell me what’s going on with you today.“

Lucys question wiped the smile off of your face, the heaviness returned to your chest in an instant.

There was nothing for a moment, just the ticking of the clock in the background.

“The teachers said I’m good enough for university…“, you finally heard yourself say.

“What?”, Lucy asked, mirroring your exact response when you were told earlier that day. Your brain had screamed at you to be happy about it, that your hard work had payed off and you might be able fulfil your wish of studying. But at the same time, you were filled with dread and worry about the future. There were so many thoughts at once, they were impossible to disentangle.

“But no one in my family studied before…“, you voiced one of your biggest concerns.

You were surprised to see Lucy looking back at you with a relaxed expression.

“Stop overthinking it. This is amazing and you will do great!”

“What? You think so?”

Lucy gave a single, impatient nod: “Yeah of course I think that. If I could do it, you can do it too.“

You let the warmth of Lucys words wash over you.

“Do you think they would be proud of me? My parents?”, you whispered into the silence.

Navigating life was hard enough and it had only gotten harder when you had lost your parents a few years ago. Graduating and going to university might be two other milestones in your life that you wouldn’t be able to share with them.

“I’m sure. At least we’re all proud of you.“, Lucy replied unusually soft.

Ona joined the two of you on the sofa and pulled you in for a hug: “That’s true. God, you’re so smart. Smarter than me at your age.“

“But you’re smart too, Oni.“, you smiled into the crook of her neck.

“Yes, but not book-smart like you.“

“Still.“

Once Ona let go of you, you could breathe a little easier.

“So tomorrow we’ll explain everything to Pere. But for now, Lucy, would you…?”, Ona said.

“Would I what?”

You blinked at her innocently, completing Onas question: “Start cooking?”

Laughing, Lucy ruffled your hair: “Yes, I’ll make your favourite food.“

“Thank you.“, you smiled.

“You’re welcome.“

A year has passed since you had the meaningful conversation with Lucy and Ona. Through the help of your teammates you did succeed, even graduating with honours. This would open many doors for you which you were incredibly grateful for, you certainly didn't take higher education for granted.

To celebrate your big achievement the team prepared a little party in the cafeteria.

“Congrats.”, Pere gave you a warm handshake.

“Thank you.”, you smiled happily.

“You did it.”, Ingrid beamed at you.

“We’re so proud of you.”, Fridolina added in awe.

“Proud indeed. Well done, y/n.”, Alexia congratulated, pulling you into a hug so you couldn’t see her teary eyes. But you noticed them even though she tried to hide her emotional state from you.

“She’s all grown up now.”, Mapi commented delighted before she hugged the two of you who were still standing in the middle of the room. Once you released each other you could feel the heat in your cheeks from all the attention you received.

“She’s still a kiddo to me.”, Lucy threw in with a very pleased smirk on her face.

“Hey, you heard Mapi though.”, you protested.

“Pretty sure you’re still not taller than me, kiddo.”, she countered laughing.

“Does that mean you’re a kid too because you’re smaller than Irene and Alexia?”, you asked her in a teasing tone.

“That’s not what I said.”, the English defender replied.

“I’m just following your logic here.”, you told her. Apparently, Lucy didn’t find an adequate answer to your observation as she swept you off your feed and carried you on her shoulder.

“Shut up.”, she chuckled amused.

“Let me down!”, you urged the older woman giggling.

“Forget it, kiddo.”, she shook her head.

“Ugh. Girls help me!”, you groaned.

“Lucia, put her down. No injuries today please.”, Pere ordered.

“You heard him.”, you whispered.

“Lucky for you.”, Lucy responded while your feet touched the ground again.

“Time to celebrate.”, Ona smiled.

“It’s so sweet of you guys to have a party for me. I wouldn’t have done it without all of you.”, you noted deeply moved by the effort your teammates had put into it.

“You deserve it, enjoy.”, Alexia hummed.

“Thank you.”

You knew you could always count on them, and they could no matter what count on you.

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gunnerfc · 1 month ago

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My Turn | Alexia Putellas x Reader (18+)

Summary: Alexia overhears your latest hookup recounting your night together while out with the team, and the things she hears refuse to leave her mind until she experiences them for herself

Warnings: smut, minors DNI!, bottom alexia, top reader, strap use (alexia receiving), LIGHT CHOKING!!, small age gap (R is mid 20’s), mentions of masturbation

WC: 2.1K

The music inside the Barcelona nightclub echoed off the walls, drowning out the thoughts in Alexia’s head. The team was fresh off another win over Real Madrid and opted to spend the evening celebrating with drinks and dancing.

Alexia was engaged in conversation with Marta and Irene until the laughs from the booth behind them caught her attention. She recognized one of the women laughing, having seen you leave with her after a night out a couple of weeks ago. The blonde tried to force her attention back to the conversation with her teammates, but hearing your name leave the woman’s lips held her attention.

She listened to the woman retelling the night you spent with her, her friends giggling over the details being shared. Alexia felt her cheeks heat up with each new thing she was able to make out, but when the woman said something about choking, Alexia’s breath got caught in her throat.

Hearing one of the things she wished to explore in the bedroom had her mind reeling, especially at the thought of you being the one with your hand wrapped around her neck.

“Ale,” Irene’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, causing Alexia to blink a few times before turning her gaze to the defender. “Are you okay,” her teammates asked with a slight raise of her brow.

Alexia nodded with a small smile before excusing herself to the bathroom. The midfielder let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding once she was alone. The blonde stood with her hands resting on the sink as she controlled her breathing, flashes of you in her mind making it harder to breathe.

The two of you have had a sort of push-and-pull relationship since you joined the team. You made your interest in the captain very known, even going as far as asking her out. But Alexia had refused, having just gotten out of a relationship and not wanting to date a teammate again.

But now, she was regretting that decision after hearing how some of her fantasies could have been brought to life. The door to the bathroom opening caught her off guard, and her eyes widened slightly when you entered the bathroom.

“Hi, Capi,” you laughed as you winked at her before joining her at the sink to wash your hands. “Enjoying yourself,” you hummed and smiled at her through the mirrors.

“Y-yes,” the blonde managed to get out, blinking a few times to steady herself. Her eyes locked on your hands under the running water, her mind still locked on the idea of them around her neck.

If you noticed the stutter in her voice, you didn’t comment on it. Rather, you sent her a grin before drying your hands and leaving her alone in the bathroom. Alexia needed to get home quickly; she didn’t think she could handle seeing you anymore tonight.

She quickly made her way back to where most of the team had been seated, though most of them, you included, were spread between the dance floor and the bar. “I’m going to head home, goodnight,” the blonde rushed out, not giving Irene or Marta a chance to respond.

The journey home was quiet; the images in her head had gotten more erotic, and she could feel how they were affecting her. She mentally cheered when she arrived back at her apartment, throwing the door open and making her way to her bedroom.

Alexia spent the rest of the night letting her imagination run wild, letting the images grow more and more as her hands worked over her body. When she came that night, your name left her lips in a hoarse whine. She was thankful for the day off, not knowing how she would be able to hold a conversation with you after tonight.

By the time the next training rolled around, Alexia was ready to take back her initial refusal to go out with you. She just wasn’t sure if you were still willing to be with her. Alexia spent the entire training session watching you, more specifically, watching your hands. Everything you did with them, the blonde’s eyes were zeroed in on them.

After training had ended and the team had retired to the locker room, Alexia took her time, knowing you were always one of the last to leave. When the locker room was bare, minus the two of you, Alexia took the chance to finally speak to you.

“Y/n,” her voice was quiet, but simply saying your name reminded her of how it left her lips after her orgasm.

You lifted your head from tying your shoes, a small smile on your face as you met her eyes, “Yeah?”

Alexia cleared her throat, trying to find the words to say, but they were escaping her. Your brows furrowed as you watched Alexia open her mouth to speak before quickly closing it again. You stood from your seat and made your way across the room to take a seat next to her. “Everything okay, Ale? You can talk to me about anything, y’know,” you smiled as you grabbed her hands that were resting in her lap.

“Can you choke me,” Alexia rushed out before she could even realize what she had said. Both of your eyes widened at her words.

“W-what,” you gasped softly, blinking rapidly. The silence stayed before Alexia cleared her throat once more.

“I... I overheard that girl you left with a couple of weeks ago telling her friends about the things you two did,” the blonde started, her cheeks heating up as she explained herself. “She said something about you… choking her, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it,” her eyes never met yours as she finished speaking.

Your shock turned into interest as a smirk took its place on your lips. You let go of her hands to bring one hand to her chin, turning her head to face you. “Are you into that, Alexia,” the blonde’s breathing picked up, hearing the way your tone dropped as you said her name.

Alexia bit her lip softly and nodded, her eyes dropping to your lips. “Please,” she whispered, her chest heaving.

“Not here, it won’t be as fun here,” your smirk morphed into a sly grin as you stood up and moved to pick up your training bag before making your way back to her. You offered her your hand, pulling her up from her seat. “My place,” you offered, and when she quickly nodded, you were off to your car.

The car ride to your apartment was quiet but full of tension. Your hand stayed on her thigh the entire time, and Alexia could barely focus on anything else. The midfielder let you guide her to your apartment, letting you pull her wherever you wanted.

You threw both of your bags to the floor once you had the front door opened and pulled her inside. Alexia gasped slightly when her back met the door, her hands grasping your shoulders as your hands gripped her hips.

Your lips met hers in a heated kiss, earning a small moan from Alexia. You gripped her hips tightly as your lips fought each other, you easily winning as you slipped your tongue into her mouth.

You pulled away from her lips, moving to trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck. You sucked harshly, leaving dark hickies in your wake as you litter each inch of her neck with them. Alexia tilted her head back against the door to give you more room as one of her hands moved to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer to her.

After a few moments of kissing her neck, you pulled away, panting with a smirk on your lips. “C’mon, Ale,” you hummed as you pulled her towards your bedroom. Alexia had been in your apartment a handful of times for team bonding, but she’d never stepped foot into your bedroom until now.

You closed the door behind you and let go of her hand once she was standing at the end of the bed. Your hands trailed over her body, her training kit in the way of you touching her fully. You moved your hands to the hem of her shirt before pausing, meeting her eyes to ask if it was okay.

Alexia quickly nodded and let you pull her shirt from her body. You made quick work of the sports bra she was wearing before your hands dropped to the waistband of her shorts. You took your time pushing the piece of fabric down her legs as a form of teasing.

Alexia was left standing in just her panties, which were now extremely soaked. You ran a finger along the elastic, letting your finger dip just past the edge every so slightly. “Y/n,” Alexia panted, her desire growing by the second.

You chuckled softly at her pleas before giving in and pulling her underwear down her legs, letting her kick them to the floor once they were by her ankles. “Lay down,” you said as you pushed her lightly to the bed.

Alexia was quick to scoot up the mattress until her head hit the pillows at the top. Her eyes watched you move around your room, your clothes hitting the floor as you pulled a strap-on from the drawer on the nightstand. The blonde’s thighs closed as she watched you harness the toy around your body, her wetness coating her skin.

You took your time climbing up the bed to hover over her body. You smirked down at her before one of your hands pulled her legs apart, pulling one of her legs to prop up on the mattress. “You’ve thought about this, haven't you, capi,” the captain's nickname left her winded as your gaze drifted to her soaked cunt.

“P-please,” she managed to whine, her hands moving to your hips, trying to pull you closer. You chuckled at her desperation before sliding your hand down her thigh, rubbing your thumb over her sensitive clit.

“Fuck,” Alexia whimpered as you pushed against her clit before pulling your hand away. You moved your hand to the base of the strap-on, lifting it to rub the tip through her wet folds. You eased the toy inside her until you bottomed out.

Alexia’s eyes closed as her hands gripped your hips tighter. Her back arched off the bed slightly as she pushed her hips up to meet yours. You pulled the toy slightly out of her before thrusting it inside her.

You set a steady pace as you fucked her, one of your hands resting next to her head as the other kneaded her breast. Alexia’s hands dropped to the cover beneath her, her grip tight as she bucked her hips in time with your movements. “F-faster,” she managed to moan as her back arched even more.

You gave in, snapping your hips faster as you drilled into her. As you sped up, Alexia moved a hand to hold the wrist of the hand on her breast, pulling it up to the base of her neck. Your eyes met hers for a quick ‘okay’ before wrapping your hand around her throat.

The combination of your hips drilling into her and your hand lightly squeezing her neck drove Alexia wild. Broken moans of your name and various swears left her lips as she begged you to let her cum.

You panted above her as you looked down at her, the sight of your hand around her neck was affecting you more than you thought it would. “Cum for me, Ale,” you grunted, your hips faltering slightly as you felt your orgasm approaching.

With a loud moan of your name, Alexia’s body jerked as she came. You continued to thrust into her, chasing an orgasm of your own before your body stilled when it hit. You let go of her neck, earning a few gasps from the blonde beneath you.

You pulled the toy out of her before taking it off and tossing it to the floor. You panted as you rolled off of her to rest on your side next to her. Alexia lay with her eyes closed and her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

“Did that live up to your expectations,” you grinned, moving to push away some of her hair that was stuck to her face.

Alexia managed to laugh softly at your words before turning her head to face yours, her eyes hazy as they met yours. “Yes,” her voice was hoarse as she responded.

“Good,” you grinned as you cupped her face to pull her into a softer kiss. Your lips moved against hers softly before pulling away. “Get some rest, maybe we’ll go again, and I’ll do it better,” you teased.

Alexia laughed as she curled into your body, exhaustion hitting her quickly. The midfielder fell asleep as soon as her eyes closed. You held her close to your body as sleep took over. You weren't sure what this meant for the two of you, but you were excited to find out.

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girlgenius1111 · 3 months ago

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close to you part two

alexia putellas x leila ouahabi x jenni hermoso x reader a third installment of the orgy fic: rush by @vixwritesagain [all chapters + all OOYG chapters linked on her masterlist] r and alexia continue to dance around each other, despite the... meddling from jenni and leila. 18+ for light smut and lots of sunscreen

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Groceries stocked (and overstocked, if you asked her), Jenni stepped outside and slid the door closed behind her.

“You seem relaxed.” She purred sarcastically.

Alexia had migrated to the shade, flicking through the pages of a book without really taking anything in.

“No.” Alexia snapped, pulling her sunglasses down. “You left me here.”

“I did.” Jenni grinned, strolling along the path to stop in front of the shaded lounger. “What happened?”

Even though Alexia stayed silent, Jenni grinned wider at the cool stare she knew was being aimed in her direction.

“Nothing? Not even when she saw you in this tiny little thing?” Jenni leaned over her girlfriend, running a hand over Alexia’s bare thigh until it reached the red ties of her swimsuit.

A sharp slap to her knuckles gave her pause.

“Don’t touch. I’m burnt.” Alexia growled, lifting her book higher.

“You don’t look burnt.”

“You left me here without even sunscreening my back, Jennifer.”

Jenni froze, trying to read Alexia’s half hidden face. “What happened, mi amor? Did you talk to her?”

With a dramatic slam of her book, Alexia sat up and swung her legs to the ground. Jenni had only enough time to pull back and watch her girlfriend storm back into the villa.

It wasn’t that she wanted Alexia grumpy, just that it was so fucking hot when she was pissy. Couple that with the sight of her perfect ass in a bikini, and Jenni lasted all of thirty seconds before following her.

Catching up with her in their bedroom, the striker shut the door courteously before watching as Alexia lay herself down on the hardwood floor.

“Ale?”

“Go away.” The midfielder huffed.

Jenni didn’t even try to hide the roll of her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“It’s cold. Feels good on my burns.”

“I have aftersun in my suitcase. Let me help.”

“No!” Alexia hissed, rolling stubbornly onto her stomach. “No touching for you.”

“Alexia-”

“You left me, Jenni! I will never forgive you.”

“Alexia, I thought maybe if you two had some time alone it’d be easier-”

Jenni was stunned into silence when Alexia jumped to her feet in an instant, then froze completely.

“Ale? I thought it might be easier for you to-”

“Shh!” Alexia hissed, snapping her furrowed brow to face her girlfriend.

Jenni had taken a sharp breath to argue right back when she heard it too.

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Leila already had you on your back, her lips making a slow descent down your now bare body, when she heard the door slam shut. A moment later, it opened again, then closed much more quietly this time. She grinned against your hip bone, leaving a final kiss there before ghosting her fingers over your swim suit bottoms.

“Leila, please go faster,” you whined, already embarrassingly worked up from your girlfriend’s hands all over you, and your hands all over Alexia earlier. You thought of her back, taut muscles and smooth, soft skin. You thought of the red bikini, and the way it looked on her when she’d walked away from you.

Hooking a finger under the waistband, Leila tugged your bottoms down and off your legs, humming happily when she lowered her cheek to rest against your thigh. It gave her a perfect view, especially as her fingers brushed over your glistening core. You were wet, very clearly affected by the events of the day. You squirmed when Leila’s hand spread you wider, letting her thumb gather a bit of wetness before dragging up to your clit.

You felt like every one of your nerves was on fire, the agonizing anticipation of wanting Alexia and getting none of her driving you crazy. You’d been worked up since you’d arrived, maybe even since you boarded the plane, and no matter what you did to get rid of the ache, it stuck around.

You were over the teasing, even if it had only been going on for a few minutes. You needed more this instant, or you were sure you’d explode.

“Lei-”

Before the word was even out of your mouth, Leila was flicking her thumb over your clit, her touch no longer ghosting against you. Now, she touched you with purpose, rubbing and pressing in just the right way. Her hand drifted down, finding you more than wet enough for one of her fingers to slide easily inside, only needing a few gentle thrusts of her hand before a second finger eased itself in.

You pressed your hand over your mouth, not wanting the loud groan in your throat to escape. Partly because it felt much too soon for you to be reacting like this, and also because you were well aware you weren’t alone in the villa.

As soon as your hand clapped over your face, though, muffling a sound Leila wanted to hear more than anything, she stopped.

Her touch disappeared, and you snapped your head up fast enough to give you whiplash, torn between annoyance and desperation. Leila was grinning up at you, though, with not a care in the world.

“Let them hear you. Let her hear you. Show her what she’s missing.” Leila whispered.

And with the knowledge that both Jenni and Alexia were well within hearing distance, you let your head fall back onto the bed, an unrestrained moan falling from your lips as Leila’s mouth connected with you again.

Jenni watched the full spectrum of emotions flutter across her girlfriend’s face before it settled into a frown after one particularly pointed moan.

“We could…” Jenni trailed off tilting her head towards the door.

Alexia’s pout only intensified. She reached up and tugged at the ties of her bikini, letting the top fall to the floor. Bottoms next, also discarded in a crumpled heap.

Jenni lifted an eyebrow.

“I’m going in the shower.”

The captain made it three steps before she was lifted and dropped unceremoniously on clean bed sheets. The noises were louder from there, frequent and undeniable.

“Are you sure? You want to go and touch yourself in the shower and listen to her scream for someone else?” Jenni kneed her way onto the mattress, prowling over bare skin before stilling just above.

Alexia stared up at her, jaw set.

Matching her serious expression, Jenni pushed Alexia’s hair back from her face. “Do you want me to ask them, amor? I can text her now.”

Jenni wanted to kiss away her girlfriend’s grumpy pout, but Alexia shaking her head like a toddler made it difficult. “No. She’ll ask for me.”

“So stubborn.” Jenni teased, leaning down to ghost her lips over Alexia’s. “You’re sure?”

“Sí.”

“Fine. Go shower, then.” Rolling over into the empty space, Jenni quickly stripped her shirt off.

As she stood up and began shimmying her shorts down, Alexia followed her every move. It wasn’t till Jenni reached into their suitcase and started throwing toys on the bed that Alexia sat up. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to join them without you. I know you’re too sunburnt to touch. So I’ll just be here. Enjoy your shower.” Jenni lay back down, picking up one of the vibrators.

Alexia didn’t move a muscle, but her stare was intense.

In the silence, the noises from the bedroom across the hall were so loud - “yes!” and “fuck!” and the kind of moans which made Jenni shiver. She pressed a hand into her panties, exhaling at the first brush of contact before turning to her frozen girlfriend. “Did you want to watch, or-ooft!”

Jenni only just moved her hand in time to avoid the squish when Alexia straddled her waist.

The striker’s hands remained down on the bed, showing an enormous amount of restraint. Especially when Alexia leaned down.

“Venga, Jenni. Tócame.” The midfielder demanded, using her position above Jenni to her advantage. Or so she thought.

Jenni hummed, finally lifting one of her hands up off the bed only to push Alexia’s hair out of her face. “I shouldn’t. You are burnt, no? I don’t want to make it worse.” Jenni told her, an overly sympathetic look on her face.

Alexia glared down at her, grabbing at one of her girlfriend’s hands and trying to pull it to rest on her hip. Infuriatingly, Jenni continued to smile, pulling her hands away with ease and resting them behind her head. The blonde’s death stare didn’t really seem to be doing much, and Alexia sighed, moving to climb off Jenni’s lap, determined to do it herself if she had to.

Before she could fully remove herself, though, Jenni’s hand moved between her legs, lightly dragging over Alexia’s core. The blonde inhaled sharply, turning back triumphantly to her girlfriend, thinking she’d won.

“You are wet, though, amor. That must be uncomfortable.”

The smirk on Jenni’s lips told Alexia she had to play along, or she wouldn’t be getting anything she wanted. And as easy as it would have been to grab a vibrator off the bed and slip into the bathroom, she couldn’t do it. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get off the way she wanted to. Not even with the sounds coming from the bedroom next door, not with Jenni so close.

Still, it wasn’t easy. Alexia remained frozen for a moment debating.

“Jesus, Lei,” your voice rang out, likely audible from anywhere in the house. Only after hearing you did Alexia unfreeze, an unmistakable spark of competitiveness now shining in her eyes.

“Do something about it.” A raised eyebrow, a challenge extended - just because Alexia knew what she needed didn’t mean she’d give in easily. She knew Jenni didn’t want her to either, because Jenni was just as stubborn.

“I’d love to, but you’re so burnt. It’s probably better if you’re on top.” Jenni tried to school her smirk, but the corners of her mouth were infuriatingly curled.

Alexia frowned, staring hard at her girlfriend and trying to block out the fervent moans bleeding through the walls. She’d grown used to being under Jenni. While it wasn’t her natural position, being strong armed into submission was addictive. She’d come to crave the way Jenni would manipulate her body and make it take over and over. “I… can top?”

Alexia shivered at the faintest hint of her touch as Jenni once again dragged long fingers through her wetness. The striker chuckled, leaning up to nuzzle the soft skin of Alexia’s neck. “Definitely not. But you can be on top.”

Once again, Alexia froze.

Pressing her lips to her collarbone, Jenni curved her hand around her waist to keep her close. She hid her smile at the desperate buck of Alexia’s hips, knowing that she’d played her hand well. “That, or you can get off alone in the shower. I know which I’d prefer. I’d even let you sit on my face as a warm-up.”

“Fuck, Lei,” you panted blinking up at the ceiling.

Your fingers drew lazy patterns against her lower back, drawing out aftershocks which made her shiver and keen. She still straddled your leg. You could feel her grin where her face was pressed against your neck. “Fuck,” she agreed.

You were only given half a minute of listening to the fan of the AC and her slowing breaths, before you heard the first sound. Quiet and muffled. You wouldn’t have paid any mind if Leila didn’t sit up inquisitively.

Her brow furrowed, then the second noise.

Leila’s eyes met yours immediately. “They’re…” she trailed off.

As the seconds ticked by and Leila’s expression only grew more excited, you wondered if you were missing the sounds. Then a moan so loud you sat up too.

“Should we…” Leila whispered, tilting her head towards the hallway door.

As tempting as it was, you stroked over her thigh before sighing, “No, babe. They didn’t interrupt us. And we all know you’re the loudest moaner in this house. ”

Leila’s playful pout made your chest tighten. “I don’t know, you can be loud too.”

“Exactly,” you brushed off, “so they definitely heard us and still didn’t come in.”

Leila chuckled, nodding along. “You’re sure you don’t want to go to them, bebé?” At the shake of your head, your girlfriend wrapped her arms around your shoulders. “Want to keep going with me instead?”

“Later,” You promised, doing the same to her waist, “Maybe food first? They’ll be hungry after.”

“Maybe they’ll eat you on the table.” Leaning in, Leila kissed you deeply before pulling away just a fraction. “Or maybe I will.”

–

Alexia stretched out lazily as she watched Jenni - still half naked - move around their room.

“This one?” The striker called, holding up a dildo from the suitcase.

“Si, any. Hurry up.” Alexia muttered, though any irritation she held towards her girlfriend had been all but erased in the aftermath of her first orgasm. Just to tease, Alexia slid her hand down between her legs.

Jenni’s piercing glare gave her pause, now holding up two dildos. “No. You choose.”

It was one thing for the captain to take it, another entirely to admit to wanting it. Alexia rolled over so she didn’t have to feel her cheeks heat up when she replied. “Pink.”

She was ready to feel Jenni’s warm hands stroking her back, pushing and pulling until she was in the perfect position. Instead, the bed dipped to her side and gentle fingers worked through her hair. She waited a few seconds before humming her confusion.

“Ready?” Jenni asked patiently.

Alexia twisted to look at her, lying perfectly relaxed against the pillows despite the harness tight against her hips.

Jenni stroked the toy casually, keeping her voice even. “Your burn, Ale. You’re on top. Remember?”

“Pero…” Alexia started, before blushing further. She sat up to her knees, suddenly feeling very bare indeed.

“But?” Jenni teased, though her fingers trailed down to catch Alexia’s hand. She lifted it to her mouth, kissing at the knuckles before turning the palm against her cheek. “You enjoyed riding my face, no?”

“Sí, but…” Alexia grumbled, putting on her very best puppy dog eyes in a last-ditch attempt.

Unfortunately, Jenni’s pout was just as well-trained. “I could hold you down again, amor. But what I really want is to see you enjoy it. And I can’t do that when you’re on your stomach.”

“On my back, then.”

“Your back is burnt, no?”

Alexia squeezed her jaw stubbornly.

When she made no move, Jenni’s signature grin grew slowly. “Like this.”

“I want to come. No punishment.” Alexia bargained.

Jenni turned her face to kiss at her girlfriend’s palm before reaching for her thighs. “Hurry up and I’ll let you come twice.”

It was a good thing Leila could cook because you were completely and utterly useless that evening. Ignoring the increasingly loud noises coming from the bedroom was impossible, but your girlfriend did well to set out the ingredients and give you seemingly simple tasks. With each one, Leila would even pretend you’d done a fine job before stepping in to speed things along. It wasn’t until the knife you were meant to be using to chop peppers only narrowly missed your finger that she took that from you too.

“Sit,” she ordered before laying into the vegetable.

It was so much worse then. The vision of her, dancing her way around the kitchen with her hair scraped back in a messy bun punctuated by all kinds of sounds. Their words were muffled, but the grunts and moans and slaps and bangs of the bed hitting against the wall? All loud.

“They’re going to damage the house,” you grumbled.

Leila chuckled, shaking her head as she offered you a piece from the chopping board. “Hmm. Maybe they should have used this counter. Much more stable.”

The sounds continued through the rest of dinner prep, which felt like an eternity just sitting and listening, though was probably not long at all. Leila cooked quickly, alternating between smiling at you when she heard the bed banging against the wall and frowning in concentration at the food in front of her. She was thrilled, you could tell, but that was not the word you would have assigned to your own feelings in the moment.

“They’re so loud tonight,” Leila commented as she placed a full plate in front of you. “Alexia… wow.”

Your emotions were hard to swallow down. “Dinner will get cold.”

“They can use the microwave.”

“Maybe I should shout on them.”

“Alexia would come running,” Leila sniggered.

“It’s not fair. You cooked for us, the least they could do is be here and eat it while it’s hot.”

The most infuriating thing about Leila was her ability to see right through you. “Hmm, what could have happened to make you so grumpy after a very fun afternoon?”

“Maybe we should go back upstairs.”

“Sí? And let dinner get cold?”

“It’ll reheat.”

Leila grinned and picked up her fork. “Eat, bebè. I don’t want to hear your stomach singing.”

“Rumbling,” you corrected as a particularly rapturous moan rang out, “my stomach rumbles.”

“So grumpy.”

You were all too aware when quiet finally fell. You and Leila shared a look before finishing the last of your plate, and clearing it away.

She’d just poured you another round of drinks when the door squeaked open.

“Hi,” Leila greeted as Alexia timidly made her way downstairs. Jenni followed ten seconds later, moving far more energetically. Jenni’s grin was triumphant, and you desperately wished that you could get her alone to get to the bottom of it.

“Did you cook? Sorry we’re late,” the striker began, brushing up against her girlfriend and kissing her shoulder.

Alexia’s hands immediately circled Jenni’s forearms. As Leila dived into her master cheffing, you took in their disheveled appearance. Despite the messy hair and the crumpled, loose clothes, they were glowing. Happy.

You tried to push down the jealousy as you busied yourself prepping their plates for the microwave.

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mapis-putellas · 4 months ago

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I’ll carry you all the way

Pairing: Alexia Putellas x reader

Words: 2142

Warnings: tiny amount of blood.

Summary: Alexia takes you on a hike. Things don’t go how either of you planned, but maybe that’s not such a bad thing.

Notes: Alexia’s English is slightly off in this on purpose.

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You were fully aware you were not as fit as your girlfriend was. Running for hours without getting out of breath just wasn't possible, and completing a single pull-up made you want to pass out. That wasn't even mentioning the hours upon hours of cardio she could do without even breaking a sweat whilst you broke one by barely running half a mile.

You were okay with your lack of ability to do those things. In fact, you were used to it. Just because you didn't have abs or a six pack doesn’t mean you weren't healthy. You ate good, walked everywhere and got in a good amount of exercise weekly. Because of that, you were pretty confident in assuming you'd be totally okay when you agreed to going on a hike with Alexia.

Turns out you were wrong. So, so very wrong. It had barely been an hour and you were already regretting your decision. You were sweating, your legs ached and your stupid shoes were rubbing making it impossible to walk without a limp.

The midfielder, however, was apparently having the time of her life. She was walking contently beside you, rambling in Spanish about her day out with Mapi yesterday. She wasn't sweating. She wasn't out of breath, and she was definitely not walking with a limp.

You were contemplating just dropping to the floor like a toddler having a tantrum, anything to have a break that you knew for a fact Alexia would ultimately fight you on.

"Taking breaks is fine, amor. But we have just only started."

"Qué? A break already?"

"Use those strong legs, bebé. Not far to go."

She meant no harm, you knew, but it made you feel a little pathetic and inadequate for not being able to complete something she deems so simple and easy. It was why you'd yet to say anything about your current discomfort, because whilst she'd agree on taking a break, she wouldn't be happy about it.

Eventually though, you are forced to stop, and you bend down to pretend tie your shoes to give yourself a much needed excuse.

"Amor? Estas bien?" You feel her hand settle on the small of your back. You wince a little. Not because you didn't want her to touch you, but because of how sweaty you currently were.

It didn't seem to occur to you that Alexia wouldn't care considering she'd throw herself onto you after a game despite being grossly sweaty herself. Lingering in your position for a few seconds longer, you take a deep breath and straighten up before sending her a forced smile.

"I'm okay, Ale. Let's keep going, yeah?" You fist the straps of your backpack so tightly your fingers turn white before reluctantly continuing with the hike.

Alexia hums suspiciously but doesn't stop you, her eyes following your body as you walk ahead of her. It doesn't take a genius to realise what may be the problem, especially if your visible discomfort was anything to go by. Still, she doesn't quite know how to go about calling you out on it. You could be stubborn sometimes, more so than her.

When the midfielder lingers behind you instead of either passing or catching up like she usually tends to do, you turn to face her with your hand shielding your eyes from the sun.

"Come on." You hold out your other hand for her to take. Despite her concern, Alexia couldn't help but smile as she reaches to grab it. You interlock your fingers with her own, giving them a squeeze before coaxing her forward. She complies, though makes sure to keep a careful eye on you to make sure you were okay.

And you were. For a while at least. It takes about twenty minutes before your signs of discomfort seem to grow again, but each time she looks at you, you force a smile so fake onto your face Alexia is concerned you may pull a muscle.

"Amor, stop for a second, okay?" She gently pulls you to a stop and reaches to take your other hand in hers too. You were stood facing her, cheeks flushed red and skin visibly damp with sweat. Baby hairs were stuck to your forehead, and Alexia gently uses the tips of her fingers to brush them away.

"What is wrong?" She murmurs, bringing her hand back down to your own and squeezing softly. You hesitate before shaking your head.

"I'm okay, baby." You attempt to reassure as you shift in place in a futile effort at taking the weight off of your feet, but your reassurance gives her no comfort. She could tell you were lying.

Alexia shakes her head, "No, amor. Something is not right. You can tell me. I will not be mad. Prometo."

Her tone makes you want to give in. You want to tell her you ache and you're sweaty and your feet hurt but just the thought of doing so makes you feel pathetic. If she could handle it, why can't you?

Hesitantly, you flicker your eyes up to her own. It was clear to see she was genuinely concerned, and at that you decide to allow yourself a compromise. Tell her one thing, but keep the rest to yourself. It seemed like the only reasonable option.

"The shoes I'm wearing are rubbing, and I'm pretty sure I have a blister." You admit, and Alexia's eyebrows furrow in concern as she glances around for something. Seemingly finding what she was searching for, she places a hand beneath each of your arms and guides you over to what you could now see was a rock.

You frown with a light flush as your ass meets stone, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, "Ale, it's okay. It's probably nothing." You attempt to pull your foot away when she crouches down and places it on her lap.

"No, amor. You are in pain, sí? Let me help." She doesn't really give you much of an option to disagree as she gently tugs off your shoe and pulls down your sock over your heal. You wince at the sight that greets you. Just like you'd suspected, your sneakers had gotten you pretty good.

There was a sizeable blister at least the size of a penny that was bleeding, and Alexia looks up at you with pursed lips.

She was mad. You knew she'd be mad.

"Beb��, why?" She frowns, and you shrug as you attempt to reach for your shoe so you could pretend like none of this had ever happened. She bats your hand away before you could even come close, and you watch as she pulls off her backpack and rummages through it for a second before pulling out a first aid kit.

"Ale, no. That's not necessary. Lets just-" she gently grabs your ankle as you attempt to pull it away again.

"No, stay." She warns, and you huff quietly as she meticulously cleans the blister with some water before drying it off and placing a large bandaid over it. She does the same with your other foot which thankfully wasn’t quite as bad as the first. Once she was done, she packs away the first aid kit and shrugs her backpack back on before scooting closer to you, cupping your face in her large hands.

"Are you mad?" You whisper, leaning into her gentle touch.

The midfielder immediately shakes her head as she grazes the pads of her thumbs over your cheeks, "No, mi amor. Never. Not at you. I am just...sad you could not tell me you were hurting." She murmurs.

"It's just a blister." You shrug, not understanding the big deal, but Alexia shakes her head softly as she presses a kiss to your forehead.

"No, bebé. It is not. You were hurt, and you did not think to tell me. Why?" She drops her hands down and places them on each of your thighs instead, giving the warm flesh a soft squeeze.

You sigh as you tuck a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear, ignoring how gross it felt between your fingers. "Because I know you were looking forward to this hike, ale. You've been talking about it for days."

Alexia nods in understanding. "Sí. I have. But you are more important than a hike, amor. You know this, mhh?"

"I guess." You murmur, more than ready for this conversation to be over.

"Amor, look at me por favor." Alexia pleads as she inches herself as close as she possibly could to you. Despite your reluctance, you don't hesitate to comply, placing your hands on top of her own that were still resting on each of your thighs. The tips of your fingers absentmindedly trace over the soft skin.

"Bueno. I love you, bebé. It was not my intentions to make you feel like you cannot tell me what is wrong. It is more than your feet, yes?"

"Sí." You murmur, no longer able to lie to her. It was evident she could see right through you so why you even tried you didn't know.

"Can you tell me?" She coaxes, hands trailing gentle circles across the outside of your thighs.

You hesitate before deciding it was probably better to be truthful. "I can't do things as well as you can, Ale. I get sweaty, out of breath, and it makes me feel pathetic because you can do it so easily."

"Mi amor," Alexia murmurs as she situates herself between your parted legs, wrapping her arms firmly around your waist. You sigh slightly as your head comes to rest against her shoulder, feeling the way her hand rises to cup the back of your neck. "I train for hours, every day. I work hard. For years. My body is used to it. I am very strict and I do not allow me to have days off.”

"I know." You nod, letting out a quiet sigh as your hand rises to cling to the material of her tank top.

"I do not think many people could do this hike and not be sweating so much." She adds, and your lips quirk up into a teasing grin as you pull away and cup her face in hands. You try not to be annoyed by the fact that she wasn’t sweating. Not even one tiny bit.

"So you’re just better than everyone else, huh?" You press a kiss to her nose.

"Sí." She nods seriously, and you can't help but laugh as you pull her against you again. She allows this, nuzzling her nose against your neck. "Do not feel bad amor, I love you." Her words were a quiet whisper spoken against your skin.

"Te amo." You return the sentiment, your hand rising to cup the back of her head. She pulls away from you a moment later, looking at you ever so tenderly before cupping your cheek and pressing her lips against your own. You all melt against her as you reciprocate, letting out a quiet, content sigh. She pulls away sooner than you would like, soothing your upset pout by placing another peck to your lips. Then your nose. Then your forehead.

You can’t help but laugh as you tug her back into your arms, squeezing her to you as tight as you possibly could. Alexia returns the embrace, her strong arms holding you close as she press gentle, yet innocent kisses to the expanse of your neck.

The comfortable silence remains for just a few moments before she begins to move, and figuring she was trying to stand back up, you give her a small squeeze before releasing her from your embrace. Your arms had barely even left her body when you suddenly find yourself in the air, and the yelp that escapes your lips was immediate.

"Ale, wh-?" Your legs hook tightly around her waist, feeling the way her hands clasp together beneath your rear end as a make shift seat.

"I will carry you back, bebé." She bounces you up slightly to get a better grip before bending to grab your shoes too.

“To the car?!”

“Sí.”

Your eyes widen. "Baby, we've been walking for over an hour. There's no way-"

"Sí. I can. I am strong, yes?" She grins up at you as she begins to walk, and you can't help but mimic it as you allow yourself to settle comfortably in her arms.

"Okay. But if I get too heavy, please-"

"You will not, amor." She interrupts you yet again, and you roll your eyes playfully as you poke her nose.

"Okay. I get it. But stop interrupting me, vale?"

Alexia at least has the decency to look somewhat sheepish at your playful scold, and you accept the kiss she places against your nose in place of an apology, “vale.” She nods.

“Thank you.”

"Okay, mi amor. Time to go home."

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