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The bolter - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia didn't expect to run into you five years after you disappeared on her, especially not with a little girl calling you mami, and looking just a little too much like her.

Word count: 13k

Warnings: mentions of bleeding, panic attacks and just angst in general! There's a bit of comfort, too

A/n: so this has been hell (and heaven) to write. If you guys don't like it, I'll just delete it and pretend I didn't spend the whole week writing it hehe.

Your suitcase was lying open on the bed, with clothes spilling out of it, a mix of adult shirts and small girls' dresses.

When you looked at it, you thought the suitcase represented your life. It was messy, unorganised and caught between the children's world and the grown-up one.

You looked at yourself in the hotel's mirror. It wasn't clean; it was, actually, smudged with fingerprints at hip height.

You cursed whoever was responsible for cleaning the mirror, but then realised you knew the culprit who had gotten it dirty to begin with.

Black. That's the colour you hated the most, but the one you were dressed in head to toe. Black shirt tucked into black suit trousers. Your ballet flats were constricting the blood flow to your toes.

The strap of your camera was resting comfortably around your neck, its weight familiar, almost comforting too. You gave the camera a test, making sure it was working.

The flash filled the room. Working perfectly.

You smiled at yourself before taking the camera off your neck and packing it inside its bag, not as carefully as you would have done years ago.

You packed the last items you needed for the event, looking around the room to ensure you hadn't forgotten anything. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you answered it without looking at the number.

"Hello?" you said with a smile, your eyes moving to the little girl sitting in the chair that was way too big for her.

A voice talked through the phone, and your smile turned into a frown.

"What do you mean she can't make it?" you asked, mouth slightly open, the frustration slowly washing over your body.

Isabel looked up at you, her eyes curious, as if she sensed something wrong was happening. You turned around, not wanting her to see you mad.

"I'm sorry? What? She's sick?" you asked. "No, no… I understand, but I really need someone tonight—"

"Okay, yes… okay," you held the bridge of your nose, feeling a headache approaching. You listened to the phone; it was a worker from the babysitting company you had hired for the night.

Your shoulders tensed as the woman told you she had no other babysitter available, and the one who was responsible for taking care of Isabel had come down with the flu.

After the woman was done apologising, you took a deep breath and pressed 'end call', letting out a (quiet) groan.

You looked at the mirror and realised your attempt to shield Isabel from your frustration was useless. She was watching you through the mirror. Smart kid.

"Alright," you said under your breath, your thoughts already a mix of irritation and worry. "Great, that's… great."

You had an event to work at. Photos to take. It was a late event, and you absolutely couldn't take Isabel with you, but you also couldn't leave a four-year-old alone in a hotel room.

Your gaze moved to where Isabel sat again. Her tiny legs were crossed under her as she concentrated on her colouring books now, her tongue poking out as if it was hard to paint between the lines.

Isabel's crayons were in perfect order beside her, on the little table to her left. She was organised, methodical, and graceful, without even trying, as if it came naturally to her.

The sight of Isabel reminded you of her. You pushed that thought aside.

You rubbed your forehead, trying to think of a solution. You needed to stay calm.

You couldn't let this stress you out too much. Not with Isabel right there; she shouldn't feel like she was a problem that needed to be dealt with.

You needed to be good to her. Be calm, be a good mom. Your expression softened, and you walked over, kneeling down beside Isabel.

"Bebel…" you began, your voice tender. "Mami has some exciting news. Do you want to know what it is?"

Isabel's face immediately lit up with excitement, her hazel eyes widening. Cute. She was so very cute. It was hard to stay sad or angry for too long when Isabel could just look at you with her little smile.

"Sí, mami! What news?" she asked eagerly, leaning forward, forgetting about her crayons, about her colouring book, her attention completely on you.

You smiled. She was so happy and enthusiastic all the time, it made you forget about the whole situation. Maybe bringing her to work wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Well," you said playfully, tickling her belly, trying to shift the mood, "have you ever been to a party?"

Isabel blinked, confusion on her face.

"Sí, at abuelita's house," she said, her voice small, unsure of what you were getting at. "Don't you remember, mami?"

You laughed softly. "That was a kid's party… now you're going to an actual party."

You got up and took Isabel in your arms, sitting her on the hotel bed, right by the suitcase's side.

"Well, tonight you're going to your very first grown-up party with Mami," you said happily. "But first, we need to find you a super-pretty dress."

You waited for Isabel's reaction. For her to beam, to clap her hands in excitement, but it didn't come. Of course, it didn't - you should have known your daughter by now.

Isabel's face turned into a frown, one you knew she couldn't have inherited from you, but that still looked like yours. Her bottom lip stuck out, and she placed her hands firmly on her hips, turning her head to look at you as if she were the grown-up.

"But… but mami, I have a bedtime!" she protested, looking at the clock on the wall. "And it's 9:55 already."

You narrowed your eyes, turning around to look at the clock. "It's 8:26, not 9:55."

"That's not true," she said stubbornly.

"Yes, it is."

"No."

You mirrored her and placed your hands on your hips. "You're four, you don't know how to read a clock."

"I can feel the time, mami," Isabel argued, and you just nodded along. Pick your battles, right?

You began rummaging through the suitcase for the perfect dress for Isabel, one you had bought the last time the two of you were in Germany, or was it Andorra? You couldn't remember.

"Forget bedtime, bebé," you said gently, knowing Isabel didn't like it when her routine changed too much, a peculiar trait for a girl who had been travelling from country to country since she was born.

Isabel's lips quivered, but she agreed. "Okay, but I want two bedtime stories."

"Deal," you said, smiling down at her with a wink. "What do you think of this dress here?"

You held a light yellow dress in your hand. It had dark orange drawings of flowers on it. It wasn't exactly a nightdress, but in your almost five years of motherhood, you weren't sure if there were any types of night clothing for kids.

Isabel's eyes sparkled. Really sparkled. It was like all the reluctance was gone the moment she saw the dress.

"I love it, mami! It will match with my Spider-Man shoes."

You blinked at her, studying her face carefully, then looked at the very yellow, non-Spider-Man-at-all dress.

Isabel was smiling at you, her hands in fists, happy.

You smiled. "Oh my god! You are so right, it'll look so pretty!"

She squealed. You took off her pyjamas (of course, she already had her pyjamas on) and put on the dress, letting her put her shoes on by herself (as she requested).

"Mami, tie my shoes?" she asked, her Spider-Man shoes already on her feet.

"Of course, Bebel." You knelt on the floor, tying her shoelaces before getting up again and kissing her forehead.

You moved to the bed, setting Isabel on your lap as you brushed her brunette hair.

You decided to go for a simple braid to keep her hair from falling into her eyes. You didn't know if the event was going to be too warm; some of them were, especially if they had lots of people in them. You didn't want her to sweat too much or be too hot.

"Mami, is this one of the parties you work at?" she asked as you intertwined her hair into a braid.

"Sí, Bebel."

"Why am I going if it's a party-work?"

"Because I don't want to go alone," you explained. "Mami needs company, and I think you'll be the best company ever."

"I will!" The kid turned to you, confidently, and suddenly her braid looked a bit too far to the left.

It didn't matter. You were late and had a taxi to catch.

You arrived at the event, Isabel holding your hand tightly as she looked around, unsure of where she was.

The space was modern, with minimalist decor. It was for a big makeup sponsor, that's all the information you were given.

With one hand on Isabel's and the other holding your camera equipment bag, you made your way through the cluster of people, looking for the person in charge.

You didn't know who the person was or what they looked like, because you had signed the work contract via email while you were still in France, weeks before.

You spotted a woman with a clipboard in hand beside a line of cocktails. She looked bossy enough, so you approached her.

"Hello! Good evening. I'm Y/n, the photographer," you said, smiling, holding your camera bag a bit higher. "We've talked through emails."

The event coordinator's face lit up, and she even held the clipboard more loosely, as if she had been stressed out about you not showing up.

"Y/n! Of course! Nice to meet you!" She extended her hand, and you quickly let go of Isabel's before shaking it.

"I've heard great things about your work, Miss," she said.

Her name was Lucia, if you weren't mistaken. or maybe Luisa. You didn't remember, you just knew it started with a L.

"I believe you have everything you need," Lucia (or Luisa) said, looking at the camera bag. "But if you need anything else, don't be afraid to contact me."

Isabel stood beside you, still in complete silence, tugging at the hem of her dress.

To someone who didn't know Isabel, her face might have looked like someone who was okay, but you knew the girl was anxious. Her little shoulders were tense, and her eyes were darting around the unfamiliar room as if searching for danger.

You placed a hand on Isabel's back, bringing her closer to you, rubbing her back gently, trying to soothe her.

"This is Isabel, my daughter." Isabel managed a small wave toward the coordinator, then pressed her cheek against your side, trying to hide.

"I'm so sorry, the babysitter cancelled last minute, so…" you continued. "I had to bring her along."

"Not a problem at all," the coordinator said, looking at Isabel tenderly. "We have a dedicated kids' area just over there."

She pointed toward a colourful area beyond the bar, right at the corner of the main stage of the event. There were some toys, a trampoline, a slide and a ball pit.

There were a few kids already playing in it. They seemed to be around Isabel's age and having fun.

"It's fully supervised," the woman said, noticing that you were hesitating a bit.

"Just a second," you told Lucia (or Luisa), kneeling to Isabel's eye level. "Hey, Bebel, is it okay if you play with the other kids while Mami works?"

As expected, Isabel shook her head.

You pressed your lips together. "I'll be just there," you pointed at the stage. "I'll check in on you between shots," you promised.

Isabel hesitated, but then spotted a few kids playing with building blocks. She loved building blocks.

"Okay," she whispered.

You smiled at her and kissed her forehead. You nodded at the coordinator. "Thank you."

"No worries, I'm a mom too, I know how hard it gets," she told you before you made your way to the kids' area. You opened the small, pink gate and helped Isabel take off her shoes.

She placed them carefully in the shoe area and turned to you, still anxious. "Go on, princesa," you said softly. "Have fun."

Isabel examined the kids' area for a moment, then walked toward a small circle of children building a block tower. You watched until the little girl talked with a few of the kids.

She looked at you and gave a thumbs-up. You smiled and waved at her. It was time to go to work now.

You had to do a perfect job. Take perfect shots, maybe try to do some networking with other photographers. Money wasn't exactly tight, but for the last five years, you had had to start worrying about it, to make sure Isabel got everything she needed.

You lifted your camera to your eyes and tested a few shots, just to make sure everything was right. You knew it was a makeup event, you just didn't know the number of people that were going to be there.

It was crowded, so crowded that you turned around to the kids' play area, just to make sure Isabel was really there, safe. And she was, Isabel was now sitting next to a blonde boy, playing together.

You breathed in and out, reminding yourself that this was not the first time you had brought Isabel to work with you. Maybe it was the first time at a night event, but that was it.

Tonight was your chance of making good money, enough that you and Isabel could fly to Japan next, if everything went according to plan.

You loved Barcelona dearly. But it was too cruel on your heart. The memories haunted the streets; there wasn't anywhere you could look that didn't remind you of your old life.

You had to focus. Just for tonight. Tomorrow you would go straight to the airport with Isabel. Everything would go as planned.

You just needed to focus. Be efficient and quick.

You had fallen into the rhythm of the event. Isabel was always in the corner of your mind, but you did as promised and went to check on her every 20 minutes, just to make sure she was really okay.

Whenever you went to check on her, she was playing with the same kids. You smiled, but noticed how Isabel wasn't interacting with the kids as much as the other children around her.

She never went to kindergarten and didn't have much contact with her cousins, your sister's kids.

Your heart ached thinking about what your life could have been. A big family was all you had wanted for years, but now it was only you and Isabel. Forever.

The thought didn't hurt you as it did a few years back, but you couldn't say that wound was completely healed.

You didn't mind how lonely it felt at times, but you were starting to see how this lifestyle was beginning to affect Isabel negatively.

You tried to distract your mind with your work, and it was doing the trick.

You were in your element now. Photography was a passion that you couldn't pursue years ago, but now it had become your profession, one you loved fondly.

You preferred working in events and organisations, but those types of freelance jobs were harder to manage as a single mom, so you mainly did family shoots.

When your friend Patricia called weeks ago, telling you she had an amazing opportunity for you, you immediately asked her what it was. You had spent too much time in France and were starting to get bored.

When she said it was in Barcelona, you quickly declined, rolling your eyes as to why she was even suggesting it if she knew about everything that happened.

But then she told you how much you would be paid, and you had no other choice but to accept it.

Isabel was sad to leave Paris. She said she was going to miss the little mice in the streets. You told her there were mice everywhere.

She fought you on that.

You were smiling, talking to people as you took picture after picture.

Each shot made a 'click' sound, although the repetitive noise didn't bother you as much as the high-pitched voices of some people around you.

You tried to ignore them, to focus on the camera, how right it felt in your hands, like it belonged there.

You moved through the crowd, looking for the perfect shot, especially when people weren't looking.

People loved candid photos, even though most of the time, people were just pretending not to see the camera.

You had been working for three hours now, but the event was just beginning.

You started to worry about getting Isabel's sleep schedule all messed up. You didn't want it to happen, but there was nothing you could do now.

Maybe this was what you hated most about motherhood, the feeling of helplessness that came from time to time.

The camera was at your face again, looking for something worth shooting. Looking for the perfect angle, the perfect light, the perfect person.

You moved to the right, the lights from the stage shining bright and making white spots appear in your vision.

You took the camera away and rubbed your eyes, trying to make the spots disappear from your eyelids.

This happened more times than you could count, and each time, you got more frustrated. There was no way to take pictures if you couldn't see.

You blinked. Hard. Once and then a second time. The spots were still there, but they were manageable now.

You were seeing the world through your lens; meticulously, carefully, looking for the perfect shot of the night, one that could go on the event's Instagram, one that represented the makeup brand.

You saw the back of a woman. You weren't sure if she was pretty or not.

She wore a blue dress; her brunette hair had faint blonde highlights.

You took the shot. She looked beautiful against the light, holding a lipstick between her fingers, which fit perfectly.

She was really casual, different from the other people around, as if she wasn't trying to stand out, she just did.

She was turning around, and you were ready to take a picture of her face.

You shot at the same time that your heart stopped, at the same time that you saw the ghost responsible for making the streets of Barcelona so uninhabitable.

Alexia.

The camera slipped out of your hands. It didn't fall to the floor only because the strap was holding it tight around your neck.

You blinked hard again, thinking the white spots in your vision were now making you see distorted faces. But no. There she was, laughing with some people by the bar.

Still so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her. So different from five years ago, so scarily there.

You were frozen, staring at her, eyes glued. Five years. Five whole years you had been running from this exact moment. Five years since you bolted from Alexia's house and never came back.

Five years since you ran from your wife and hid in different countries, fighting not to be seen, fighting to disappear from other people's memories.

Fighting to disappear from Alexia's memory.

But you couldn't. You never could. There was a daily reminder of Alexia in your life. One you couldn't ignore.

And right now, you couldn't ignore her either.

Your chest felt tight. You couldn't breathe properly, the air was too thin, and the walls of the event seemed to be closing in on you.

All those nights you had wondered what you would do if you saw her again, what you would say, and now you knew - absolutely nothing.

She looked the same. Different, but the same. Her hair was darker, and she had more tattoos, at least from what you could see from a distance.

She still had that confident yet shy way of holding herself that you always found intriguing.

Alexia still made your stomach flip just by existing. She still was the reason why your heart was beating fast, the reason the adrenaline was rushing through your body, begging you to bolt again.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You tried to lift the camera, pretend you were working, but your hands were shaking too much, and the camera suddenly felt like it was made of titanium, too heavy to hold.

You tried anyway, but the photos came out blurry. You kept glancing over at her while trying to hide behind people and columns.

She couldn't see you, absolutely couldn't, but you seemed unable to take your eyes off of her, no matter how scared you were.

This wasn't supposed to happen. You had been so careful. No football events, nothing in Barcelona.

Fuck, it was the first time you had been in Spain for the last few years.

Nothing that you had done till now could have led you back to her. But you took this fucking job. And here she was.

You needed to get out of here. Right now.

Isabel.

You needed to take Isabel and go back to the hotel.

You turned toward the kids' area, walking fast, maybe too fast. The camera was hitting you painfully in the sternum and clavicle. You didn't mind the bruises it would leave.

Someone grabbed you by the arm. You were scared to turn around and see her face, but it was just one of the producers.

"You are Y/n, right? We need some more pictures at the—"

His grip was hard on your arm.

You didn't like it. You looked at where Alexia was a few moments ago, but she wasn't there.

You looked at the trampoline.

You didn't see Isabel.

"Sorry, I—I can't," you told the man, setting your arm free as you walked anxiously to the kids' area.

"Y/n? Wait!" The mand shouted, but you were already gone.

Isabel wasn't on the slide.

She wasn't in the ball pit.

No sign of her at the table where the kids were building that block tower.

Your heart was hammering.

You were feeling sick. Alexia had found her; she had taken her.

But then you heard it.

Isabel's cry.

You would know it from kilometres away.

She was in the corner of the play area, where you hadn't looked yet.

She was standing with one of the staff members, tears streaming down her face, her little shoulders shaking.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and your mom's instinct was suddenly alert to everything: how red her cheeks were, how she clutched her forearm, how loud the music was, and how Alexia was still haunting your mind, here, somewhere, in the same room as Isabel.

"Bebel?" You dropped to your knees in front of her. "What happened, princesa?"

As soon as you approached Isabel, the staff member walked away, mumbling something about needing to go take care of another kid.

"He b-bit me," she whispered, showing you a red bruise on her arm, with marks of a child's teeth. "It hurt, mami."

Anger flashed through you. Someone had hurt Isabel, she was crying and had teeth marks on her skin and—

You looked at the floor below you. There was a shadow, a shadow that wasn't there before.

Isabel was still crying, but she looked up at someone, someone who was behind you.

You knew who it was.

She still wore the same perfume.

You didn't turn around. Couldn't. Your whole body went rigid; and your hand on Isabel's back was solid.

It was as if you didn't move, Alexia wouldn't see you and move on. As if she were the hunter and you and Isabel were the prey.

"Y/n?" You heard her say, completely doubtful, as if she wasn't believing her eyes as much as you weren't believing yours minutes ago.

Her voice. It was still the same.

You didn't know what to expect though. Voices didn't change with time, did they?

You pulled Isabel closer to your body, so her face was almost pressed to you. You turned around so you were between her and Alexia.

You couldn't let her see Isabel, absolutely not.

Alexia's eyes went wide. Her body was frozen, and for a second, it was like she wasn't breathing.

She didn't take her eyes from yours, and for some reason, you couldn't take your eyes from hers either.

Same eyes, same mouth, same nose. Different makeup, different earrings, different clothing. Same Alexia?

Her mouth was hanging open. You could see her brain trying to catch up, trying to think of what to say.

But Isabel sobbed, and Alexia's attention shifted from you to her.

You took a step back, taking Isabel with you. You wanted to run. But you were stone-cold solid.

Your hands were shaking as Alexia looked at you one last time before kneeling in front of your body, next to Isabel.

"Who bit you, pequeña?" Alexia asked softly, in the same tone you always used with Isabel.

Isabel pointed at a blonde boy across the play area without any kind of hesitation. Of course she did, Isabel always told the truth.

"Who, the one in orange?" she asked, and Isabel nodded.

"Diego!" Alexia called out, and the boy came over, head down, pout on his face. Guilty. "Did you bite this little girl?"

The boy was silent, eyes still on the floor. Alexia took his chin in her hand and made him look her in the eye.

"Did you?"

"Perdón, tía Ale," he mumbled.

Tía Alexia. Was this Alba's—

"I'm telling your mom about this," Alexia said sternly. "We don't bite or hurt others, you understand me? Tell the little girl you are sorry."

"Perdón, Isabel," the boy said quickly. Isabel pressed her face to your leg, not looking at him.

"Mami, can we go?" Isabel whispered.

It was so low, barely a whisper, but it was enough for Alexia to hear it.

The word 'Mami' hung in the air as the kids around them played and yelled.

Mami.

You saw Alexia's face change. You saw the exact moment she understood who Isabel was to you, that she wasn't a random kid. That she was your kid.

Fuck. Run.

You scooped Isabel up, trying to manoeuvre her around the camera bag "We're leaving. Bye, Alexia."

Alexia.

It felt foreign to speak her name, to open your mouth just to put your tongue on your palate. A-L-E-X-I-A.

You hadn't said her name out loud much, didn't have a reason to.

"Y/n, wait—" Alexia's voice was urgent, she tried to grab you by the arm. "Is she—"

You were already walking, dodging Alexia and the kids running at your feet. You were fast and quickly exited the kids' area.

Isabel's arms were around your neck, her face buried in your shoulder, she was still crying, and you noticed you hadn't given her any type of comfort for the bite.

You walked through the people, trying to blend so Alexia (who was still very much behind you) would lose you among so many people.

"Y/n!" Alexia called after you, louder now. "Wait! I just want to talk!"

You felt Isabel's head pick up from your shoulder; she was looking at Alexia. You didn't want her to see Alexia. You walked faster, already at the front door of the event.

"Y/n? Mierda," she yelled now, not caring about the people around. "How old is she?"

Isabel held up four fingers (because of course she did), looking Alexia in the eyes before finding home in the crook of your neck.

You could hear Alexia trying to follow, but people kept stopping her. Photographers, executives, or someone wanting a picture.

You didn't look back. There was a line of taxis waiting outside, and you entered the first one you saw, placing a hand on Isabel's head so she wouldn't bump her head while you got in.

You slid into the back seat, practically throwing yourself and Isabel inside.

You quickly told the taxi driver the address of the hotel, your voice shaking.

The man noticed how anxious you were, Isabel continued to cry, so he didn't ask any questions and turned on the engine.

Fast, so very fast. You were sure he was breaking some laws.

Through the back window, you saw Alexia break free from the crowd. You made eye contact with her for exactly three seconds before turning away.

You closed your eyes and held Isabel tighter. "Shh, let me see your arm."

Isabel cried softly, but reached out her arm. The bite mark was there, with some teeth marks missing.

Damn, was Diego old enough now that he had already lost some of his baby teeth?

But Diego didn't matter now.

None of the Putellas did. Only Isabel. Only you and her.

It was going to be okay. She wasn't going to see you anymore. You were sure.

You went back to the hotel room and quickly locked the door. The room was completely unorganised, exactly how you had left it. You hated yourself for the mess you had made.

Hated yourself because Isabel was still crying, and you had a feeling it wasn't from Diego's bite. It was because you were crying too.

"Shh, princesa," you said, sitting on the bed with Isabel on your lap. "It's okay."

"Mami, why did we have to run like that?" she asked, pouting.

"Perdón," you said. "I didn't mean to scare you, sí."

"Mami won't do this again," you promised. "We won't run like that anymore."

Isabel looked you in the eyes before nodding, like she believed every promise you made.

Then she rubbed her eyes. She looked completely tired now.

"Wanna go to bed?" You kissed her forehead, and her little "sí" was all you needed to hear.

You changed her out of her clothes and laid her down on the hotel bed. She was out like a light.

You took a moment to look at her, at her face, how perfect she was, how she had all the features of the woman you once loved.

"Are we wanted by the police?" Isabel asked.

You turned to her, frowning. "Of course not, why do you say that?"

"You haven't opened the curtains," she said matter-of-factly, her words a little messy because she was young. "And we haven't been outside for three weeks."

"It's been a day, Isabel," you told her.

"I wouldn't know," she shrugged. "I haven't seen the sun for so long."

You rolled your eyes and opened one curtain. Isabel happily sat on the cushion by the window and looked out at the world.

She looked happy to see outside. You felt guilty again.

Since you met Alexia, you had been...hiding.

Yesterday was awful for you and Isabel. You were scared that you might find her while walking down the street.

You also knew Alexia, knew how determined she was. You knew she was going to look for you.

That's why you had ordered both breakfast and lunch from room service for you and Isabel, and hadn't let Isabel go to the hotel's pool, even though she wanted to badly.

You couldn't allow Alexia to find you again.

You already knew what would happen if Alexia found out about Isabel.

She would take her from you. And that was something you would never, ever allow.

That's why you were making an escape plan.

Hours later, you had bought two flight tickets to Japan. You had planned to stay in Spain a little longer, but since encountering Alexia, you decided it was best to go .

You had a friend there, another photographer who would let you and Isabel crash at her place until you found a good short-term rental.

The flight was tonight. The suitcases were ready, and Isabel's Spider-Man backpack was packed with snacks and colouring books.

Isabel already knew you guys were going to fly out. She had gotten used to not staying in one place for long, but you saw in her eyes that she didn't like it, that she wanted consistency.

At the moment, you couldn't give it to her. Not yet. But maybe one day, once you were established as a photographer, maybe you would be able to buy an apartment somewhere. Maybe in Canada, Colombia, or Australia.

Who knew? You had learned not to let your roots grow, not to let the place you were or the people around you define you.

You wanted the same for Isabel, though maybe what she needed wasn't the same as what you wanted.

You went to your backpack. It was always the last thing you packed because it was where you kept the most important stuff, like documents.

You placed it to your lap and opened the zipper. You tried to ignore how Isabel seemed to be giving you side-eyes.

You also tried to ignore how she started to bite her nails. You narrowed your eyes at her.

"Isabel," you said in your mom voice, one you rarely used. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

The little girl opened her mouth and closed it, then shook her head, but didn't look at you.

"Isabel María." You used her second name, the one exclusive for trouble. "What did you do?"

The girl was watching the window, as if it were oh so entertaining. Isabel couldn't lie, but you could see right through her.

She didn't answer you.

"Isabel, if you put a frog in my backpack again I'll—" As you began to open the bag, you were met with a frog-less inside.

But you knew something wasn't right.

You searched the backpack until you saw the two passports. They looked normal, until you took a closer look at them.

There was a butterfly drawn on one and a lion on the other.

"No," you whispered, your hands starting to shake as you opened the first passport. Page by page, all of them filled with drawings. Messy kid letters spelling out "BARcELON" and "HoME" in crayon.

Your stomach dropped. The main page, your photo, your information, had a house drawn right over your face, with stick figures outside. Two stick figures… you and her

You couldn't breathe for a second. Trapped. You were fucking trapped in the one place you couldn't stay.

"Isabel, how - why?!" you looked at her, eyes wide, hands gripping the ruined documents tightly. "You know those are important!"

Isabel looked at you, eyes filled with tears, her face in a pout. "Mami, don't yell," she hugged her knees.

You wanted to scream at her, to yell even more.

She had ruined the passports.

The only thing that could get both of you to Japan. Your legs felt weak.

You had to sit down on the bed, passport still in your shaking hands.

This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.

But it was.

You wouldn't be able to take the flight tonight. Hell. You wouldn't be able to take any flights.

You would have to go and apply for two new passports and wait in Spain until the General State Administration would get them ready.

It would take at least some weeks.

Weeks. You would have to stay in Barcelona for weeks until you could leave.

"Isabel," you said, your voice calmer now. "Why didn't you paint in the colouring books mami gave you?"

Isabel peeked from her knees, her cheeks red from crying.

You reminded yourself that she was only four (almost five), that she was just a kid.

"You had already packed them," she said. "A-and I don't wanna go on flights anymore, mami."

"What—"

"I don't wanna move, mami," Isabel said. "I wanna stay here."

"Bebel," you said, getting up and walking to her. "We can't stay here."

"Why?" she asked. "It's warm and there's birds and playgrounds."

"Baby, we can find that anywhere in the world—"

"No, mami!" she said stubbornly. "I wanna stay here in B-Barcelona." Her words were clumsy, like the word Barcelona was too big for her.

"We can't," you told her one more time. "Mami can't stay here, okay?"

"But—"

"No, Bebel," you cut her off, before realizing you were too harsh.

You quickly took her into your arms, letting her head rest on your shoulder.

"Mami is sorry. I promise I'll find us a home, it just won't be here."

"Alexia, where are you going?" someone asked as they tried to grab Alexia's arm.

"Wait, Ale—" Another one said, trying to get Alexia's attention.

Alexia had her fair share of panic attacks before, but right now, in the middle of a crowd that was trying to grab her at any cost, with loud music trying to burst her eardrums and the LED lights blinding her eyes, Alexia was sure she was going to have a full meltdown.

But overstimulation wasn't the problem. The problem was you. You who had been gone for five years, never explaining to Alexia why you had ran away.

You had disappeared from Barcelona and the rest of Spain, Alexia had looked for you everywhere, but you were gone.

And now, here you stood in the middle of the event, dressed all in black, your least favourite colour (or was it still?), with a kid by yourside.

A young girl who had called you mom.

Mami

You were gone. And now you were back in Barcelona with a daughter.

A kid.

Alexia and you always talked about having kids, about having a family. Both of you wanted that a few years back.

You wanted to be a mom; Alexia too. You wanted to carry the baby, Alexia agreed, but after rounds of failed IVF, you decided to try once more, just one last time.

But weeks after the embryo transfer, days after the negative test, you had run away, leaving Alexia with nothing.

She knew you were sad about not being able to carry the baby, that when the last round, the one you were sure would work, didn't, she knew it had destroyed you.

The last thing she remembered was you crying, talking about how much of a failure you felt. But Alexia didn't comfort you, not properly; she couldn't.

She was devastated herself, but had to catch a flight for a game in Madrid.

It was the last time she saw you.

When Alexia came back, three days later, you were gone, as if you had never been in her life. As if Alexia never had a wife.

You took your belongings, clothes, pictures. Everything.

You took your perfume. Alexia barely remembered the scent of it anymore, but sometimes in her dreams she could swear it smelled like lilies.

You left her with nothing, absolutely nothing.

Alexia was left behind with a ghost of a family.; one you had shredded.

She looked for you everywhere. She spent big amounts of money on private investigators, but it was like you had disappeared from the face of the earth.

All she was left with was a message from your mom, telling her you didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

Alexia kept trying.

For a whole year, she searched for you, trying, at least, to sign the divorce papers. But there was no clue to your whereabouts, and your mom refused to say.

Alexia knew all the wrong things she had done, she knew she wasn't a good wife, she wasn't present, but she thought that maybe having a baby would fix whatever was wrong with you two.

But when the rounds and rounds of IVF didn't work, Alexia slowly gave up. And then, you ran away.

But now you were back in Barcelona, working as a photographer.

Alexia remembered you liked photography, but she thought it was just a silly hobby of yours.

You were in your last year of art university when you ran away. She wondered if you ever got your diploma.

And the kid.

Your daughter. Your daughter who looked nothing like you.

Alexia wondered if you had adopted her.

Or maybe she was your niece, your sister's… Gabriela? Or was it Emanuela? Whichever one it was, she remembered they had gotten pregnant months before you ran away.

Maybe it was that?

But no. Alexia knew deep down there was something to it.

It was almost instinctive, when she looked at the little girl, it was like looking at a younger version of herself.

There were too many similarities. The little girl was four years old. It had been five years since you had run away.

It couldn't be it, right? The last round hadn't worked. There was blood. Alexia had found you on the bathroom crying.

You were bleeding, sobbing about how it hadn't worked again.

She had made you a bath. Alexia saw the blood dripping down your thigh.

She held you while you cried, your body shaking against hers, whispering that you were broken, that you couldn't give her what she wanted.

Alexia should have said something then.

Should have told you that you were enough, that you were all she needed. But she was drowning in her own disappointment, and the words never came.

There was something about the little girl... Isabel, that was making Alexia doubt everything. Every single thing.

She only saw the girl for a short amount of time. But her eyes, her cheeks, her chin… It was like looking at a mirror.

"Aren't you going to sleep, amor?" Olga murmured, lying down by Alexia's side, her mouth right in her ear.

It was dark, it was late. Alexia was exhausted.

She had a game next week. She had media day tomorrow afternoon and Olga had told her a few hours ago that she wanted Alexia to go somewhere with her to do something.

Alexia had a life going on. She had a job. She had a family.

She had Olga, her not-official-wife because you hadn't sign the divorce papers.

Alexia wasn't about to throw all of that away because you decided to pop up in Barcelona with a kid that looked too much like her.

It was a coincidence, Alexia was sure.

She felt Olga turning her head down, her cold lips on her skin, she shivered, not from need though.

All she could think about was another pair of lips, warmer ones, ones that used to whisper her name like a prayer.

Ones she had mistreated too many times.

"You're thinking too much tonight," Olga said, she sank her teeth into the little bit of skin she could reach on Alexia's neck."What happened?"

"Nothing, Olga," Alexia said, more dryly than she intended to. "Just thinking about next match."

"You're always thinking about football," Olga said, matching Alexia's dryness.

"I didn't know that was a problem," Alexia murmured, focusing on everything but the woman laying next to her.

Isabel.

You.

"It wasn't," Olga said as she withdrew her warm hand, which had been resting on Alexia's belly, pulling it close to her own body. "But now you can barely talk to me anymore."

Alexia rolled her eyes at the same time she rolled out of bed, pillow in hand. She stumbled on the dresses on the way out of the room.

Olga held herself on her elbows, looking at Alexia with an angry frown on her face. "Where are you going?"

"Sleep on the sofa," Alexia said, waving her free hand off.

"What?" Olga asked confused. "Why?"

"Porque me estás dando dolor de cabeza," Alexia said before leaving the room. [Because you're giving me a headache.]

Alexia didn't sleep that night.

Instead, she pressed a number she hadn't used in a long time.

One she still knew by heart after all these years.

"Hey, Pedro," Alexia said. "No... No, everything is alright, sorry for calling this late but, do you remember Y/n? She's back, she's in Barcelona, I need your help finding her."

Alexia waited for Pedro, her personal investigator, to answer.

"I'll pay you whatever you want," Alexia said, as she started to think the whole situation through.

What if you had run away again?

What if you ran to an airport? You would never step a foot in Barcelona again.

Alexia saw in your eyes how scared you were.

You didn't want to be seen by her, but it happened.

"Yes, Pedro," she said.

"Whatever amount you want. I need you to find her, and... there's a kid, too, name Isabel, four years old, I need you to find them both. They're probably in a hotel, Y/n doesn't have any family here."

"Yeah, I'll transfer the money now," Alexia said. "Thank you, Pedro."

With that, she turned off the phone, laying back on the sofa. It was stiff, very stiff, her back was hurting already.

She couldn't help but wonder where the two of you were.

Were you reading Isabel a bedtime story?

Did you sing to her the way you used to hum while cooking dinner for Alexia?

Did Isabel have your mannerism, or did she have hers?

It didn't take long though, for Alexia to find out.

She was woken up in the morning with a location. She was right, a hotel indeed. Alexia smirked.

She stretched herself before going to her room. Olga was sleeping, her eyes were wet, as if she had spent the whole night crying.

Alexia pressed her lips together. She didn't feel as bad as she thought she would.

She didn't know why. Right now she only cared about how Isabel was crying the night before.

The little girl she barely knew left a mark on her already.

She was going to confront you at the hotel , but she didn't want to do it today.

She knew you were still shaken up from last night. She was going to give you one day.

Alexia wanted to trap you.

That was the only way of keeping someone from bolting.

And that's exactly what she did,

You were having breakfast when the knock came. It was sharp and insistent.

Your spoon clattered against the bowl of yogurt, it splashed across the tiny hotel table and landed on Isabel's dress. But the little girl didn't care, she also seemed confused by the sudden knock.

Isabel looked up from her own food, omelette, her little eyebrows raised. And then, she looked at you, as if you had an answer to what was going on.

You placed a single finger in front of your lips, asking Isabel to be quiet. She smiled and mirrored you, as if it was all a joke. You wished she kept thinking it was all a little game.

Your heart was hammering hard against your ribs.

You couldn't breathe, the exact same feeling that consumed your body two days ago took over again.

You knew. Of course you knew exactly who it was.

You had been waiting for this knock since the moment you saw recognition flash across her face at that event.

Unfortunately, you knew how Alexia was, how determined, how much influence and means she had to get what she wanted.

You just thought that, deep down, luck would be on you and Isabel's side, that maybe, just maybe, your passports would be done faster and you and her would be able to leave Barcelona without seeing Alexia again.

But this wasn't the case. There was no running now, nowhere to hide, no more pretending this moment wouldn't come.

You had played this scene in your head a thousand times over the past few days, hell, over the past few years.

You had nightmares of it. Of Alexia finding out about Isabel and taking her away from you.

In some versions of your nightmares, you were stronger. In some versions, you had the right words ready.

In the real world, though, you were sitting in a tiny hotel room with your pyjamas on, watching your four-year-old daughter eat omelette while your (kind of) ex-wife pounded on the door like she had every right to be there.

Which, you looked at Isabel once again, she had. She had all the right.

More right than you if she were to bring you to court.

"Y/n, I know you're in there." Alexia's voice came through the door, at the same time her voice sounded frustrated, she also sounded calm.

Way too calm. As if she had planned this ahead, as if she had known for some time where you and Isabel were.

As if she was the stronger one, as if she had the right words.

"We need to talk," she said again, after what felt like minutes of silence.

Isabel was a curious kid, she couldn't hear or see anything she didn't understand without asking a zillion questions.

But right now, she was completely quiet, still following your orders.

You stared at the door like Alexia might disappear if you wished hard enough.

You could ignore it. You didn't owe her anything, not legally, not without a DNA test.

You didn't owe her explanations, conversations or the truth that had been eating you alive for five years.

But Isabel was right there, taking the pieces of omelette you had cut and shaping them so it looked like letters.

She was humming softly under her breath, if you paid enough attention, you would know it was a lullaby you used to sing to her when she was younger.

Your daughter. Your baby. The one Alexia didn't know about, couldn't know about, because knowing would destroy everything in your life.

She would take away the only thing that mattered to you. The only thing you couldn't replace.

Another knock, harder this time. "Open the door. Now."

That tone.

That fucking tone like she was still your wife, like she still had the right to demand things from you. Like you hadn't spent years learning how to live without her voice telling you what to do.

Your breathing became even more irregular.

What if she had brought lawyers? You didn't have the money to pay for a good lawyer.

If she wanted to take Isabel from you, she would do it in a matter of seconds.

But there was nowhere to run.

You looked around the room, eyeing each window carefully; you considered escaping through them, but the building was tall, it was too tall to risk jumping.

Nowhere to run. You were trapped.

"Stay there, okay? Keep eating your food," you whispered to Isabel, your voice shaking more than you wanted it to.

Isabel looked up with those eyes - Alexia's eyes. Fuck, why did she have to have Alexia's eyes - and nodded.

You walked to the door on legs that felt like they might give out, legs that seemed to have worn themselves thin after running from Alexia for five years.

Your hands were trembling when you twisted the handle.

You took a deep breath, once, then twice. You fixed your hair, or tried to.

You took another glance at Isabel, she was eating her food, but now she had one of her books there.

She was learning to read properly, she had been obsessed with books lately.

You took another breath before opening the door, just enough to see her standing there.

Alexia was still beautiful, still infuriating... still everything you had run away from.

"What do you want, Alexia?" The words came out defensive and sharp, just like the expression across Alexia's face.

You realized you should have brought armour for this encounter, but right now, your old pyjamas would have to do.

Alexia hesitated.

As if she wasn't really expecting you to answer the door, as if she was getting ready to break the door down herself.

She looked at you up and down, almost as if surprised to see you.

Had she thought that what happened a few nights ago was a dream? A nightmare? You surely had.

You prayed every second that meeting Alexia at that event was actually just a cruel hallucination from your mind.

"I want to talk." She was trying to sound calm but you could see it in her face, desperation, something she never used to show.

The Alexia you remembered from years ago kept everything locked up tight.

She was professional (even when she didn't have to be) and controlled.

This one looked like she might break.You didn't know how to deal with that.

You were the one who usually screamed, who was usually desperate for something she couldn't give.

But right now things had changed, it was like you had some kind of control over her; the control she had held over you throughout your whole relationship.

But still, you wanted to slam the door.

Wanted to pack Isabel up and run again, keep running until you found somewhere Alexia Putellas couldn't follow.

But she was right there, too close, and running hadn't worked the first time anyway.

"Not today," you said, gripping the door handle so tight your knuckles went white. "We can talk another day."

"Now." And there it was, that captain voice, like she was giving orders to her teammates.

You had never played on her team, but she insisted on using it against you.

What infuriated you most was that it worked, it always worked.

You stood there, staring at her.

All that time, all that distance that you set, all that careful rebuilding of yourself, and one look from her and you were right back to being the woman who couldn't say no to the Alexia Putellas.

So you stepped outside, letting the door close behind you, Isabel still inside, still in her own little world that you didn't want Alexia to destroy.

The hallway felt too small suddenly, like the walls were closing in.

The carpet was red, royal red, and you could only think of blood.

There was so much blood the night before you left Alexia, blood from what you thought was a failed insemination,blood that you thought was from another one of your hopeful dreams being ripped away.

But no, that was just your body preparing a little more to receive Isabel.

You just didn't know that back then.

The hallway windows were closed, but you could still hear traffic sounds from the street below.

"You disappeared, Y/n." Alexia said, making you look at her, making you focus on the here and now, not on the past.

"You were fucking gone. No explanation, no goodbye, just a text message from your mom saying you didn't want contact. And now you show up with a daughter?"

Her words hit like a slap to the face.

You had hoped foolishly that maybe she would have forgotten about Isabel. That she was here just for you. But right now, it seemed like she was here just for Isabel.

"You have no idea what happened," you whispered, not sure why.

But that's how it always was between the two of you: she took full control, and you accepted everything she had to give, even if it was anger.

"Then make me understand!" Alexia was frustrated, hurt and angry, all the emotions she used to hide behind a facade were now coming through.

"You didn't give me a chance to understand anything. You just left! We were fucking married... we are married!"

You looked away because looking at her hurt too much.

You felt acid burning in your stomach. You thought that if it got any worse, it would burn your whole body too from the inside out.

You kind of wish that would happen.

You hated how you had practised this conversation a thousand times in your head, but none of that practice had prepared you for how small you would feel, how young, how much like the woman who used to cry on bathroom floors while Alexia was at away games.

"I don't owe you anything anymore." The words came out thick, the same one you had thought about minutes ago.

Your hands were shaking. Your jaw was clenched so tight it hurt. But you held firm because what else was there to do except (try to) look strong?

Alexia huffed, a cruel smirk on her face as if she wasn't believing what you were saying.

You thought she was going to open her mouth to say something, but she didn't. She just stared at you, looking deep into your eyes, and just...stood there.

The silence after that was brutal, it stretched between the two of you.

"You were my wife," Alexia said after a few seconds, and her voice cracked a little, finally showing you how much this seemed to destroy her too.

You were happy about that, you wanted to see her suffer, just a bit.

"You are my wife, Y/n. You never divorced," Alexia continued, anger on her voice. "You vanished while we were trying to have a family."

The word 'family' hit like a slap (again). Because that's what Isabel was, what you had built without her, what Alexia had no right to claim now.

Isabel was your family, no matter where she came from, no matter what sequence of nucleic acids she had in every single one of her cells.

"You don't know anything," you snapped, and the words came out raw, shaking with years of resentment.

"You were never there. You always had a game, always had something more important than me, than us, Alexia."

Your voice was breaking but you couldn't stop.

Five years of silence, and now it was all pouring out. You hated how tears were starting to pool in your eyes, how everything looked too wet, too broken.

"You were so focused on football, on your perfect fucking schedule, your body, your training, your press conferences. You never saw what it was doing to me." You said, taking a step towards her, making her take a step back, her lips were tight, her hands in fists against her expensive Prada coat.

"The meds and the injections that made me sick for weeks. The appointments where I sat alone in waiting rooms," you continued, tears now flowing freely.

"The negative tests I had to process by myself while you were in Madrid or at training or wherever the hell football took you."

Alexia just stood there, frozen, like she had never considered that her absence had consequences.

Alexia was intelligent, but she could also be so dumb at times, it made you want to pluck all of her hairs out.

"I was alone," you whispered. "When I needed you the most, when everything was falling apart, when I had yet another failed IVF, you were gone, again."

Alexia was staring at you like she was seeing you for the first time, really seeing you. Not her polite, beloved, obedient, dream of a wife. But you.

Then her face fixated on the door behind you, where cartoon sounds started to come through. Isabel had probably turned the TV on.

"Who is she, Y/n?" Alexia's voice was quiet now, careful, as if trying not to step on broken glass. "The kid. Who is she?"

You wrapped your arms around your body, letting one rest on your elbow.

"She's my daughter. She's part of my life, and my life doesn't concern you anymore."

Alexia's jaw clenched even more, and you could see her working through it, putting pieces together like she was analysing a game.

"We were going through IVF," she said dangerously. "We were trying to have a child, and then you disappeared, and now you show up with a daughter who looks—"

"She has nothing to do with you," you interrupted, panic rising in your chest. "It was... after I left. A one-night stand."

The lie tasted like metal, like iron on your tongue.

Alexia laughed, but there was no humour in it.

"Don't lie to me, Y/n, yo-you wouldn't have a-a o-one night stand," Alexia said. She wasn't making much sense now, as if the heaviness of the situation had finally caught up to her.

"We were trying for a baby, and the next day you were gone, and the kid is here—"

"I needed to feel like I existed, Alexia!" you interrupted her, lying.

"I needed to feel like I mattered to someone, like I wasn't just waiting around for you to have time for me between matches and media obligations and whatever else was more important."

"So yeah, it happened. Now I have her," you said, exhaling. "I met someone, and Isabel happened, and she's mine and you had nothing to do with it."

But Alexia was shaking her head, stepping closer, and you could see her remembering details from the night at the event.

"She doesn't look like you, though," Alexia said slowly. "Not really. But she looks like... she has my eyes, Y/n."

Your face went cold. "She takes after her father."

"Her eyes. Her mouth." Alexia ignored you, as if you had never spoke the word 'father'.

You already knew everything that Isabel had that was just like Alexia, both physical and personality-wise, you could give Alexia a list, but it seemed like she had already caught it.

"She's mine, isn't she?" Alexia asked carefully, in a low voice.

You didn't know what to say, you were shaking your head, trying to think of something, trying to use words like 'one night stand', and 'drunk' and 'mistake', but they didn't come out, not with the way Alexia was looking so deeply at you.

"Isabel is mine, I know it. I feel it." Alexia stepped closer, just mere centimetres putting you two apart. "Were you pregnant when you ran away?"

You couldn't answer. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't fucking breathe. You couldn't think.

"Did you leave me while you were pregnant with my baby?"

"She's not yours," you said again, but the words sounded hollow even to you, a lie, a devilish lie that Alexia already knew wasn't true.

"If you used my egg, if she's from our IVF, then she's my daughter too." Alexia said coldly. "The doctors said your eggs weren't good, that you wouldn't be able to get pregnant on your own. Isabel is mine, you used my egg."

You could feel your face hot with anger.

You tried to push Alexia away, but she didn't move an inch, she stood there, stone cold as you put all of your body weight, trying to move her shoulder.

You didn't realize you were touching her, you didn't realize you were trying to hurt Alexia, trying to push her away, to scratch her face with your nails.

"She's mine, Y/n," Alexia said, now taking your arms into her hands, keeping you in place, not letting you move.

Her touch was warm and incredibly soft given the situation.

You missed her touch. You wanted her gone.

You wanted freedom, but she was keeping you still, once again, trapping you.

"She's not fucking yours!" You yelled right in Alexia's face, but her expression didn't change, she was composed now, as if the truth was all she needed, as if now she had the upper hand, no matter how much you fought, how much you yelled.

You were trying to get away from her grip, but Alexia didn't let you.

"You're going to hurt yourself," Alexia said. "You're nervous, calm down."

"I'm not," you shouted. "Let me fucking go—"

You heard the door opening behind you.

Alexia let go of your arms as if you were burning her.

You didn't need to turn to see who it was.

You quickly cleaned your eyes of tears and turned around, trying to stay in front of Alexia, trying to shield Isabel from her.

"Mami, you're yelling," Isabel said, completely casual, like she didn't understand what was happening. And she didn't.

Isabel had never seen someone fighting in front of her.

You smiled, trying to fight the new tears that were coming, kneeling in front of her, trying to pull yourself together.

"Cariño, go back and watch your cartoons, okay? Just one more minute."

Isabel looked between you and Alexia with those too-perceptive eyes. "Okay, Mami."

The door clicked shut behind her, and you turned back to face Alexia, who was staring at the spot where Isabel had been like she was seeing a ghost.

"She's my kid," Alexia's voice was raw now. "The IVF worked, and you knew, and you left anyway."

You pressed your back against the door, arms wrapped around yourself.

"You don't get to do this," you whispered. "You don't get to walk in here after five years and decide she's yours."

"Walk in?" she asked, completely indignant.

"I wouldn't need to walk in after five years if I knew about her in the first place! How could you be so fucking selfish, Y/n? Run away and take our daughter from me? She fucking grew up without her other mom? Mierda! What the fuck was wrong with y—"

"She's mine!" The words tore out of you.

Alexia looked at you with wide eyes agian.

"I carried her. I gave birth to her alone in a hospital in Switzerland, and no one spoke my language." You continued, counting on your fingers at each sentence.

"I raised her. Fed her, changed her, stayed up all night when she was sick. Her name is on my documents, my passport, my insurance. She calls me Mami. She's mine."

"I'm not trying to take her—"

"Yes, you are!" you shouted. "That's what happens next, isn't it? You'll get lawyers, tell them I lied, that I stole her from you, that I'm an unfit mother who ran away—"

"Y/n, stop."

But you couldn't stop, the panic was too big, taking up all the space in your chest.

"I can't lose her too, Alexia. I can't." You looked up at her, completely vulnerable. "You don't understand what that would do to me. She's all I have. She's everything I have."

And there it was.

The truth that had been eating you alive for five years.

You had built a whole life around protecting Isabel and you from this moment, and now it was here anyway, and you were falling apart just like you would known you would.

You spent so much time trying to protect Isabel that you forgot to protect yourself.

"Y/n," Alexia said gently, a tone you hadn't heard in years. "Hey, breathe, you aren't breathing."

You closed your eyes, trying to do what she asked, but no air was getting in.

You were going to die, you were sure that was what was happening.

You heart was going to stop soon, Isabel would be motherless and sad and someone needed ot take care of her and--

"Breath, por favor," Alexia begged, but her voice still sounded distance. "Deep breath, come one.'

You tried once again to fill your lungs with oxygen, but it wasn't enough.

Alexia tried to touch your hand, but you flinched, pulling them closer to your body.

"Y/n, please," she said, she was closer to you now, you could feel it. "I'm not taking her from you. She's as much your daughter as she is mine, I-I would never, never take her away from you like that."

Alexia's words were mumbled, you couldn't hear them properly, couldn't understand.

You were shaking now, all of your body, your hands were cold and wet.

You couldn't form any coherent thought, all you could feel was fear and panic.

"Okay," Alexia said, but it was more to herself. "Let-let me just... don't panic, okay?"

You felt her hand very hesitantly wrap around your body, first she touched your forearm, she noticed how you didn't react, so she placed her other hand on your back and gently brought your body to hers.

"Shh, it's okay," she whispered, her chin laying on top of your head.

You let her, you didn't have anything left, no strength, you let her hug you, let her hold you, although it felt foreign.

She rubbed soothing circles on your back, and you hated how it was working, hated how the physical touch was helping ground you.

"I'm not gonna do any harm to you or her," Alexia said, and, if you weren't so out of your mind, you would swear she kissed the top of your head. "Te prometo."

Still, you were shaking, and you noticed Alexia starting to get nervous because you weren't talking, weren't breathing, and hadn't open your eyes yet.

"Do you want some water?" Alexia tried again, looking lost, looking nothing like the usual Alexia.

"Do you wanna get into the room? Do you have water there? I-I don't know what to do, mi amor."

Mi amor.

The old pet name slipped, betrayingly, from Alexia's lips.

She froze, her arms rigid around you

You wanted to fight her, ask how dare she use the pet name on you after making you so miserable for so much time.

But again, your soul had stretched itself thin.

You took a step to the left, Alexia stood where she was.

You wiped your face, drying your tears on your shirt.

"I-I'll go inside," you said, your voice still shaky. "I think there's water, but I don't—"

"Is it okay if I come with you?" she asked, and the gentleness in her voice surprised you.

You didn't want her inside your space, inside the little bubble you had built with Isabel, but you nodded anyway. Because what else could you do?

You opened the door and slipped inside, leaving it cracked open behind you.

If Alexia wanted to follow, she could follow.

You went straight to the mini fridge, hands trembling as you searched through the pre-packaged hotel food and Isabel's strawberry yogurts for a water bottle.

You needed water, needed to breathe, needed to pull yourself back together before Isabel saw how distressed you were.

You didn't look, but you knew Alexia had moved closer to where Isabel was curled up on the small sofa, Scooby Doo playing quietly in the background. Your daughter looked so small suddenly, so young.

"Hola, Isabel," Alexia said softly, like she was approaching a scared animal. "I'm...I'm your mom's friend."

Isabel looked up from the cartoon, blinking those hazel eyes that were too familiar.

She narrowed her eyes in that way that meant she was suspicious of something.

"My mom doesn't have friends."

You had to bite a smile while you drank water, taking one sip, then another, wiping your face one more time before turning around to face them.

And there they were, face to face for the second time, and there was no denying how much they looked alike.

Your heart clenched so tight you thought it might stop beating.

"Well," Alexia said, and she was smiling now, really smiling for the first time since she had saw you. "I'm trying to be her first one."

Isabel studied her with that serious expression she got when adults said things that didn't make sense to her.

Then she looked at you, and you saw the exact moment she decided to be brutally honest.

"You made mami cry." She said protectively.

Alexia wasn't expecting that. Her smile faltered as she looked between Isabel and you. "I didn't mean to—"

"It's okay, bebé," you interrupted, forcing what had to be the fakest smile in history as you made your way over to them.

You knelt beside the sofa, your hand almost touching Alexia's knee. "mami's just tired."

Isabel stared at you for a long moment . "You're lying."

You dropped your head back and groaned. This child and her complete inability to let anything slide.

Alexia's smile came back, softer now, sadder. You could see that Isabel's bluntness was getting to her.

"Come here, Bebel," you said, getting up from the floor and sitting on the sofa.

Isabel immediately climbed into your lap and curled against you like she could sense you needed her.

You kissed the top of her head, breathing in her scent, the same shampoo she had used since she was a baby.

"Remember what we talked about? About thinking before we say things out loud?"

Isabel nodded against your chest. "But you are lying, Mami. And lying's not nice."

Alexia's smiled. "Your mami's not lying," she said gently. "She is tired. She's been working very hard."

Isabel peeked at Alexia from where she was hiding her face in your chest. "Mami, who is she?"

You and Alexia shared a look over Isabel's head.

Who was Alexia now? Who had she been to you? Who was she after those years? Who was she to Isabel? And who was she going to be?

The questions hung in the air.

"Her name is Alexia," you said finally, running your hands through Isabel's light brown hair. "She plays football."

Isabel peeked at Alexia again. "Football?"

Alexia's face lit up with pride, the way it always did when anyone asked about her career. "Sí, I do. Do you like football?"

Isabel wrinkled her nose, shaking her head. "No. Mami said football's stupid."

You felt your face flush completely red. Of all the things for Isabel to remember perfectly.

Alexia looked up at you, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, she did?"

"Sí," Isabel said solemnly. "She says she hates it."

"Well..." Alexia said, scooting closer to Isabel and, consequently, closer to you. Close enough that you could smell her perfume again. "I'll tell you a secret, okay? Are you good at keeping secrets?"

"Yes," Isabel said at the exact same time you said, "No."

Alexia ignored your answer completely.

"Your mami just hates football because she was never really good at it - ouch!"

You kicked Alexia's shin, not hard, but hard enough to make your point.

For a second you panicked, hoping you hadn't kicked an injured leg.

"Bebé," you said, shifting Isabel's position on your lap so she was looking at you. "Why don't you go to the bathroom and wait for Mami there? We need to brush your teeth, sí?"

Isabel was ready to argue - you could see it in her face - but she saw how serious you looked and nodded. "Okay, Mami."

She climbed down and walked toward the bathroom, her Spider-Man socks making soft sounds on the hardwood floor.

When the bathroom door clicked shut, you took all the courage you had left and said, "We can talk. Tomorrow. Real talk, not... not this."

Alexia blinked like she hadn't expected that. And in reality, she hadn't.

"The hotel restaurant?" you suggested. "Eleven?"

She nodded quickly. "I have training, but—" She stopped herself, and you saw the moment she made the choice. The same choice she should have made five years ago.

"I'll be there," she said firmly, like there was no doubt. "You'll stay here, right? In Barcelona? You won't... go somewhere else with her?"

You sank your nails into your palms, fighting every instinct that told you to run.

You wanted to grab Isabel and disappear again, start over somewhere new.

You had gotten good at running.But you were tired of it. So fucking tired of always looking over your shoulder.

"I'll stay until we sort everything out," you said.

"Good." Alexia's lips were tight, like she was holding back a thousand questions. "I'll see you then."

"Yeah."

You sat there in silence for a moment. From the bathroom came the sound of Isabel singing softly to herself, some song from one of her cartoons.

"Are you okay now?" Alexia asked quietly.

"Not really," you said, and maybe Isabel's bluntness came from you after all. "I don't think I've been okay for a long time."

Alexia's face softened. "I hope... I hope we can both be better soon. All of us."

"Me too."

And for the first time in five years, you weren't lying.

Alexia stood up slowly, like she was reluctant to leave whatever you two - you three - had accidentally created. She looked toward the bathroom where Isabel was still singing, then back at you.

"She's beautiful," she said, decidedly. "I want to get to—"

"I know," you whispered.

"We talk tomorrow," Alexia said, and it sounded like a promise.

"Tomorrow."

She walked to the door, paused with her hand on the handle. "Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For...for agreeing to talk."

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

After she left, you sat on the sofa for a long time, listening to Isabel brush her teeth and chatter to herself in the mirror.

Your phone buzzed with a text from your one of your sisters asking how the job was going, and you stared at it for a while before deleting it without responding.

How could you explain that your life had turned upside down?

That the woman you had spent five years running from was going to be sitting across from you tomorrow, asking questions you didn't know how to answer?

"Mami!" Isabel called from the bathroom. "I don't know hwo to use the floss thing!"

"Coming, bebé," you called back, pushing yourself up from the sofa.

Tomorrow you would tell Alexia the truth about everything .

Tomorrow you would face the consequences of every choice you had made since the day you left Barcelona with her baby (unknowingly) growing inside you.

But today, you would be taking your daughter to the hotel pool and you would buy her ice cream.

Today, you would savour the last few days with only the two of you.

You knew everything was going to change in a matter of twenty-four hours. You just didn't know how much.

A/n: This is my first time writing something a bit more emotionally complicated, so Im a little nervous to share it. The characters' past and present are pretty messy, and their feelings can be hard to pin down. I hope I did them justice, and I would love to hear what you think.

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[m13trieswriting]

SHE LOOKS SO GOOD.

blushing and giggling rn 🫣

[m13trieswriting]

boyfriend

“i could be a better boyfriend than him”

pairing: alessia russo x reader

wc: 3.0k

tags: 18+!!!! cunnilingus (a receiving), fingering (a recieving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, praise, lots of pet names, stone top reader

a/n: the euros has reignited my alessia obsession…be prepared. im also already planning a part 2 so be ready!

You had done it. Your club had finally done it. 

Your childhood club had won the Champions League against all odds, beating the best team in the world to do so. Did that make you the best team in the world? For all intents and purposes of the night, yes, it did. 

The squad was out at a club, ready to get wasted and celebrate their insane achievement with plenty of drinking and dancing alongside their significant others and families. 

Your mum and dad were there, and your younger sister, and your smile didn’t leave your face all night. Going shot for shot with Katie, cradling the trophy like it was your baby with Leah, dancing your heart out with Kyra. 

And, always one to be inclusive, you roped many of your teammates into your celebrations and antics. Especially those who looked to be getting tired or taking a break. I mean, you had just won the Champions League! There would be time for sleep later!

You succeeded in getting most of your friends to stay up and party beyond their hearts desires. All but one. 

Alessia had seemed down all night, since you had gotten to the club. And you couldn’t be having that. Alessia was one of your best friends—besides the fact that you had a huge crush on her that you had managed to keep under wraps for now—and you would not allow her to mope around on one of the biggest nights of her career.

“Oi! Meado!” 

“What do ya want mate?”

“What’s up with Lessi?”

“Something with her boyfriend, I think. He was bein’ weird all night, I think he left a while ago.”

“He left?” 

“I know, maybe go talk to her?” 

“I will, yeah.” 

You rolled your eyes almost into the back of your head as you stumbled over to where she was sat, furiously typing something on her phone. You had always hated that boyfriend of hers. He treated her horribly, at least to your standards. But for some unknown reason Lessi was in love with him, and she turned a blind eye to everything he did. It made you wonder what he acted like and what he said behind closed doors that Alessia didn’t think to mention. 

If there was one thing that was definitely not going to ruin Alessia’s night, it was going to be that manchild she insisted on dating. 

“You alright Lessi?” 

“Fine.” 

“No, you’re sulking.”

“Not sulking.” 

She hadn’t even looked up from her phone, still typing what looked to be some long paragraph. 

“What’s all that?”

“Nothing.”

“Come on, Lessi.” 

She sighed, “My boyfriend is mad at me. I-I don’t even really know. Something about that I wasn’t giving him enough attention or something. B-but that doesn’t even make sense, I saw him after the match and then I told him I would see him here but he was still mad, and I guess I was with you and Leah too much and he didn’t like it. I really wanted to celebrate with him here but he yelled at me and then left-”

“Woah, hey, slow down. Take a breather, yeah?” 

She did as you said and took an intentional breath, and you saw the tears well in her eyes. 

“Nope, nope. None of that. Not tonight, okay? Don’t let him ruin tonight.”

“I-I’m sorry. He’s just been-” you saw the moment she remembered to shut herself up, “-it’s just been a lot.” 

“Don’t be sorry, Less. Come on, the bar has just the thing to deal with this.”

You pulled the girl to her feet and started to pull her towards the bar. “Wait,” you stopped, plucked her phone out of her hand, and slipping in your pocket, “You don’t need to be looking at that.” 

Alessia gave you a pouty look that you desperately wanted to kiss off of her face, but turned and started toward the bar again. 

“There she is! 3 tequila shots, Mr. Bartender!” Katie all but screamed when she saw Alessia finally up from the table. 

“Now you’re in for it, no one denies Katie McCabe when she’s already had this much.” 

Alessia, resigned to her fate, downed the liquid and stole your drink out of your hand as a chaser. 

The alcohol did its job, and you had Alessia dancing and having fun with the rest of the squad in no time. It was nearing the wee hours of the morning, and while you both had been wasted earlier, you and Alessia had taken a long enough break that your high had been reduced to a low buzz, if that. 

Alessia was taking a breather, sitting on a stool at the bar and picking at some chips that Kim had ordered. 

Even something as simple as that, and you still looked at her and saw the prettiest girl in the world. She was gorgeous. An angel on Earth. Had a personality that fit right along with it. The fact that there was a man who was lucky enough to call her his, and he treated her like trash? That was not okay. Not to you. 

You would later blame the alcohol, but you knew in the moment you were practically sober and nothing was impacting your judgement. 

“Lessi..” you drawled as you sauntered over to where she was sat. 

“Hey you, you alright?” she asked with a smile as you placed your palms on her thighs and leaned close to her. 

You nodded, “Just thinking.” 

“About what?”

“About how I would’ve never left you alone like this, if I was your boyfriend.” 

You watched Alessia’s brain short circuit. “W-what?”

“I mean, leave someone as pretty and perfect as you, all alone for someone else to take home? I would never be so stupid.” 

“Y/N, what are you on about?”

“I could be a better boyfriend than him, Lessi. You know it, I know it.” 

Your hands traveled farther up her thighs, coming up and finding their place on her waist. 

“I’m a gentleman, you know? You’d get that princess treatment, definitely.” 

“I-I don’t-” 

“You can tell me to go away, but by the way you’re staring at my lips? I think I’ll stay.” 

She was too stunned to speak, wide eyes staring up at like you had just ripped her heart open and poured it out on the floor. Maybe you had. You smirked, “I think I’m gonna steal you from him, if that’s alright with you?” 

“W-we can’t just l-leave…the girls-”

“Kim and Steph took the youngers back an hour ago. Meado and Viv are long gone. Mario and Wally left 20 ago. I’m pretty sure I saw Katie and Caitlin on their way out too.” 

Alessia was silent, her wide eyes and little pout made you want to kiss her face off. 

“You want this. Text him, tell him it’s over. Then I’ll take you back to my room.” 

The speed at which she ended things over text with the man that had, up until then, had such a death grip on her and her emotions, was laughable. “Desperate, are we?”

“Shut it. Take me back, please?”

“Only because you asked so nicely, princess. Come on.”

You tugged her out of the chair and inconspicuously made your way out of the club and into the waiting Uber. In the backseat, you tugged her close and kept a possessive hand on her thigh the entire ride back to the hotel. Her hands were jittery, she was squirmy. She was this affected, just by your hand on her thigh. What was she thinking, being with that lame excuse for a man for so long? When you were right here? It was a shame, really. But now you had her all to yourself. You were going to make sure she knew how she deserved to be treated. 

…..

You barely got both of you inside your hotel room before you were tugging at her clothes and taking her bottom lip between your teeth. She whined so prettily that you did it again just to hear it again, though you were sure you would hear it plenty more times by the end of the night. 

She was equally as desperate to get your clothes off as you were hers. You weren’t sure where any of it ended up, but that was tomorrow's problem. You were more focused on deciding exactly how you were going to ravish the perfect girl in front of you. 

Her top hadn’t allowed her to wear any kind of bra, not that you minded. But her panties, Arsenal red, and made completely of lace, those stole your attention. Only temporarily, though. You had a lot to look at, a lot to admire. 

“God, Lessi. You are perfect. I don’t even know where to start, darling.”

You noticed the blush that spread over her cheeks and grinned. “Tell me if you want to stop, or slow down, or anything. This is about making you feel good like you deserve, okay?”

“Okay,” Alessia whispered.  

You laid her down on the crisp bedsheets of the luxury hotel room the club had put you all up in. Running your hands over her curves, over every inch of her skin, you leaned down to kiss her again. This time was deeper, more intense, less frazzled and panicked. You had all night. You were going to do this right. 

You kissed down her neck, leaving a few bites on your way. Nothing hard enough to leave a mark where it would be easily visible–you did have a few very public days ahead of you–but enough to make her feel claimed. 

You took your time making your way down her body, giving her chest some special attention. She mewled when your lips wrapped around a perky nipple and sucked. She tried to choke out some words, but it all got jumbled when you switched sides and brought your hand up to continue playing with the other. 

You stayed at her chest until you could feel her hips bucking underneath you. She had a sensitive chest, that much you had gathered. You let your mind wander, just for a second, on if it would be possible to make her come just from this? But there would be  other time for experimenting and playing. You were confident there would be a next time. So you focused on the task at hand: making Alessia come as many times as she wanted. 

So you trailed lower, down her sternum and her toned stomach, licking the sweat off her smooth skin like it was sweet honey. 

Your lips met the waistband of her panties, feeling the lace against your tongue before you hooked your teeth in and pulled. Her hips lifted off the bed and you dragged the fabric down, down, down until it was free from her long, perfect legs. 

Just because you wanted to see her squirm a little more, you started your kissing again, this time at her calf. She groaned as you moved agonizingly slow back up her legs. You chuckled against the skin on the side of her knee at her squirming. “Need something, princess?”

“You were so close!” she whined. 

“There’s just so much of you for me to adore, darling. Let me take my time. You’ll get what you want, I promise.” 

She whined and squirmed some more. 

“Your legs, god, princess. You know how many times I stared at them? Those tiny shorts you wear to team bonding? The way you roll up your training shorts? You’re irresistible, baby.”

“Y-you did? You l-looked at me like that?” 

“Of course I did. How could I not? Tell me, baby, did he ever worship you like this? Take the time to take you all in?” you murmured against the skin of her inner thigh. 

“N-no.”

“Did you wear those tiny shorts on purpose? Hoping someone would notice you the way he never did?” you shifted so you whispered right over her dripping pussy. “I want an answer.”

Every puff of air had her hips jerking and her arousal drooling onto the sheets. 

“M-maybe.” 

You could’ve been cruel, made her say the whole thing and admit what she had done, but you honestly felt bad. 

“Don’t worry princess, you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” 

The first lick, nice and long from her entrance up to her clit, had her moaning, loud and animalistic, and clamping her hand over her mouth. 

“You take that hand off your mouth, or I stop.”

Alessia fisted her hands in the sheets instead. 

You ate her like you were a starving woman and she was your last meal. You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked, just long enough to hear her gasp, before moving down, circling her entrance before sticking your tongue deep inside her. Repeat, repeat, repeat, until she was a writhing mess above you.

“Close- ‘m close!” 

“Yeah? Gonna come for me? Come all over my tongue, Lessi,” you hummed around her clit as she screamed your name, hips convulsing uncontrollably against your face as you drank in her arousal. 

“That’s it, coming so perfectly for me, princess,” you took your time coming back up to her level. You found her panting, breathless and gleaming with sweat against the sheets, looking more perfect than ever. “How was that, hm?”

You stole her lips in a gentle kiss, not wanting to overwhelm her completely. 

“S-so good..I’ve never, he never-”

“Never ate you out?”

“Not really, n-never made me come from it. Never did t-that, um, stuff with my boobs either. No one ever did..” 

You were genuinely surprised at how awful he was. And she had stayed with him for how long? 

“A shame, really. How are you feeling? Up for more?”

“More?”

“I can go all night, if you want.” 

“R-right, um, sorry, I’m not used to there being…more. Honestly…I’m not used to me even, um, finishing.” 

“Don’t apologize for how badly other people treated you in the past. If you want to stop and go to sleep, we can. If you just want to kiss some more and that be that, we can. If you want me to keep going, we can. All up to you, princess. Anything you want.” 

“Maybe just…cuddle with me for a little? And then I can decide?”

You nodded, pecking her lips again. “Course, princess. C’mere.”

You two settled against the pillows, legs tangled and chests beating together. “Can I kiss you?”

“You don’t need to ask, Lessi.”

You could kiss her for hours. And you did. Nothing but kiss and cuddle for what felt like hours until she grabbed your wrist and moved it down between her legs, looking up at you with pleading eyes. 

“You want my fingers, princess?”

“Please?”

“I can’t deny anything when you look at me like that,” you ran your fingers through her drenched folds, gathering wetness and bringing it up to rub her clit in figure 8s. 

You started slow, pushing one finger in and immediately moaning at how heavenly her hot walls felt around you. 

“More, please baby. I need more.” 

You obliged, adding another finger and soon a third. You pumped your wrists, curling your fingers and searching. Searching for that beautiful spongey spot on the front of her walls, searching…searching… 

“Holy shit!”

There. 

“What w-was that?”

You laughed against her mouth, which hadn’t stopped kissing you since she dragged your hand down to her pussy. 

“What? He never got to your G-spot?”

She just shook her head, mouth hanging open in pleasure as you continued to pound into it. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Just like earlier, she tried to respond but the words got all stuck in her throat as moans ripped from her chest and made her legs shake. 

“Tell me how good you feel. Words, Lessi, or I’ll stop right now.”

“Good! S-so good! Don’t stop- please! Don’t stop, so close, so close-”

Her breath hitched and her muscles tensed for just a second before she fell apart. But you had other plans. Your wrist didn’t falter, didn’t slow down, didn’t stop hammering into the spot that made her see stars. 

“W-what? T-too much! O-oh my god!”

Tears spilled over her pretty cheeks and down onto the sheets and you kept going, not missing a beat. 

“One more? For me? You can do it, I know you can.” 

It didn’t take long, not with how worked up she was and how numb her mind was by that point. 

“He could never make you feel like this, baby,” you panted as you kept up your pace with your wrist. 

If Alessia thought her mind was numb, it completely melted out of her ears as her body exploded in pleasure. 

It took her a few seconds to come back, and when she did she looked down to see you starstruck. 

“Fuck, princess. Look at the mess you made for me.”

“W-what?”

“You squirted, all over me,” you were grinning like the devil, thoroughly pleased with yourself. 

“I…I didn’t know…didn’t know I could do that..” she mumbled, the haze still taking over most of her consciousness. 

“It was perfect, you are perfect.” 

“That was alot.”

“Too much?”

“No, not at all.” 

You got up, quickly running to the bathroom and grabbing a wet rag to clean her up with before returning, finding her trying to get up herself. 

“Hey, hey, what are you doing? I’m pretty sure your legs don’t work right now, darling. Let me clean you up, I’ll take care of everything.” 

“O-oh, alright. Are you sure? Don’t you want me to, like..?”

“No, no. I’m good. I am plenty satisfied, I promise.” 

“Are you sure? I’ve never done it with a girl before but I think I can figure it out-”

“No, Less, it’s alright. I’m good, I promise. Now lay back down and let me clean you up so we can sleep.” 

“Right, okay. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. How many times do I have to tell you you’re perfect?”

“A lot, probably.”

“I think I can make that happen.”

[m13trieswriting]

Hot Mountains

TW : Smut, multiple partners, strap-on, alcohol, dirty talk. credits @cafekitsune

You smirk when Leila can't help but chuckle in the quiet of the dorm where you are. To celebrate Laia Codina's birthday you went to the mountain, renting a big house for all of you. It was after Christmas and before the first trainings of the year, it was a perfect timing to meet each other. Some of your friends weren't in Spain, but you still manage to have a great time.

And a great night.

Leila and you might be the only ones who were not sleeping, you all went to bed almost one hour before and you can hear some of them snoring. For their defense, alcohol was consumed without moderation tonight. Which wasn't usually the case, almost all of you being footballer.

Leila and you aren't sleeping, you flirted almost all night long, giggling together like horny teenagers. Your teammates weren't surprise to see you like this, it's always how you are acting together. It's very known by a lot of them that Leila and you have that sex friend's relationship. Sex without attachment is what you need right now.

And you are horny, Leila barely kept her hand for herself all night and the heath between your legs is more than persistent.

Leila leaning on you right now to suck at you neck isn't helping either.

"Leila" you half-whispers, half-moan under her lips.

"Fuck. I need you so bad."

She is straddling one of your legs and you can feel her heath through your pants.

"We can't do that here" you whisper, turning your head on your right.

Alexia is sleeping next to you while you are between her and Leila. Next to Leila is the wall, which is more convenient, but there is no way that Alexia catches you having sex.

"You just have to be silence."

Leila is smirking while looking at you. You didn't expect for her to slide her hand between your legs, but you know that she can feel your wetness like this. The squeak you let go can attest to the difficulty you have in remaining silent.

"You're so wet. I want to taste you again so bad"

You might die right now. Closing your eyes you try to calm down your excitement but it's impossible. Not with Leila like this on you, saying those kinds of things to you.

"Come on. I even take the strap" she whispers.

She knows how making you flinch. She prevents you from tightening your thighs together, holding them firmly apart with her hands.

"Ok" you finally say.

You don't see her happy smile when she gets up from the bed to rummage discreetly in her bag. Not more than a minute later, she's back with the little black bag you know so well. To have a better look at her, you have leaned on your elbows.

Putting the bag next to your head, Leila leans again on you, lying down on you.

"First, let me warm you up."

You don't have time to answer that you don't need to, actually. She kisses you hard, her body covering yours almost everywhere. You don't waste time before putting off her shirt, grabbing her chest with both of your hand. You know what she likes too.

She has her tongue in your mouth which prevent her for moaning too loud when you pinch her nipples, feeling them tighten under your fingers.

You feel her excitement becoming bigger when she sloppily sneaks her hand under your underwear, pinching at your clit. Your surprise explain why you grab her breast harder, but it makes her moan again.

You stop your movement to be sure that no one is up, but Leila doesn't. You feel her hips grind against you, her clit presses against your tight. Her breath is hot and short against your neck, and she bites you under her pleasure.

You take a big breath when she sticks her nails in your skin, her strokes being now quicker and harder. You then grab her ass to help her with her movements, her high-pitched cries making you wetter than ever.

Leila comes hard on your tight, biting you again in your neck to prevent any sound coming out of her mouth. You bite your lips too, not wanting to make any noise. When her orgasm is finish, Leila let herself go against you, before rolling on her back next to you.

"Fuck" she mumbles, passing a hand on her forehead to remove strands of hair stuck by sweat.

"You’re okay?" you smirk, looking at her while getting on your side.

"Yeah" she breaths. "I just feel like I hit a wall"

You don't say anything, stroking her naked body with your hand, letting her time to take her breath again. But when she opens her eyes, you can see how sleepy she is.

Doesn't sound good for your own release.

"I'm sorry, I just... I think the orgasm plus the alcohol isn't a good thing for me. Can we maybe continue that tomorrow at your flat?"

To be honest you were hopping to have something too tonight, but you aren't the kind of person pushing someone else for it. So, you try to swallow your deception and just nod, smiling softly.

"Yeah. No worry."

Leila smiles at you and closes her eyes. In like five seconds she's dead asleep next to you.

Closing your eyes in frustration, you let yourself fall on the mattress again. You don't have the choice but to fall asleep too. Except that your body is almost screaming for any kind of release.

You don’t have the choice.

Your eyes still closed, you let your hand slide along your stomach to go between your legs. You're so hot and wet here that it's almost embarrassing.

You were about to touch your clit when you feel a hand on your arm, making you open your eyes suddenly again. You are relieved that Leila seems to have suddenly find a second breath.

Except that the eyes in which you fall aren't the black eyes of Leila. Those eyes are hazel, even darken by desire. You never have seen such a look in Alexia’s eyes. Her breath is quick too and she doesn't have to say a world for you to understand that she probably heard everything.

"Let me help you?" she whispers seductively.

You nod and gulp, looking at her when she moves to place herself above you. Her movement makes the mattress move a little and something soft is suddenly against your temple. You turn your head to see the small black bag, where the strap is.

You look at Alexia again and you see her smirks at you. Again, she doesn't have to talk. You know she knows what's inside.

"Do you want me to help you with that?"

To be honest, you are so horny that you would probably have accept everything she would have propose to you. But the way she talks, the way she looks at you and the way her body is dominant, you might explode in a very short time.

Of course, you nod again. Do you want Alexia to fuck you with a strap-on? Hell yeah.

The blonde sits on your legs, grabbing the bag in one hand.

"Turn around."

She's taking the strap out of the bag when you oblige, laying on your front. You hear Alexia moving behind you, but something in you prevents you to look at her.

When you finally want to do it, you feel her hands on your hips, making you jump softly. You don't know if Alexia doesn't realize it or if she doesn't want to give it any importance. It doesn’t stop her from passing her thumbs under the elastic of your underwear anyway.

Her fingers are hot against your skin, but it makes you shiver anyway. 

Alexia doesn't talk when she pulls down your underwear and pants at the same time, in a single fluid movement. She doesn't take them off completely, letting them somewhere in the middle of your tights.

"Spread those pretty legs of yours, will you?" she whispers seductively, leaning to have her lips next to your ear.

You can feel the strap between your cheeks when she leans again to lick your neck. Your pussy is pounding.

You do as she says, in the best way you can with your clothes still half on your thighs. You feel Alexia positioning herself behind you and the tip of the strap against your cunt. You weren't expecting of her to take you immediately with it, maybe to work with her fingers at first.

But you don't have time to say anything before she starts pushing in you and the situation is so exciting for you that you definitely are wet enough for it. Sure, you can still feel yourself being stretched around the strap and it does hurt a little. But she manages to bottom you out in the first try, hitting the right spot.

She then grabs your hips to put your ass a little higher in the air before getting out slowly of you. To try to breath better, you turn your face on the side, looking where Alexia was allegedly asleep several minutes before.

But she's definitely not asleep now, fully entering you again in one hard movement, almost making you scream in pleasure. You grab the sheets and bites the pillow while she rails you. Each movement faster and harder than the one before.

You feel her tights slapping against your ass at every trust and you get on your knees for her to have a best angle. You can hear how wet you are, if you aren't making any noise with your voice, your body is betraying you if someone else isn't asleep.

Alexia's fingers on your hips aren't smooth, they are grabbing you with strength and you are sure that you will have the marks of them on your skin tomorrow.

But you don't care, not with all the pleasure you are getting right now, not with the way she keeps hitting you right where you need.

Alexia grunts from time to time behind you and you know that the strap is stroking against her clit, giving her pleasure too.

The pressure in your belly is getting bigger and you know that the orgasm you were looking for is coming. She doesn’t stop at any time, her stamina pretty impressive for someone who drunks alcohol during the night.

"Ale-" you manage to whine between silent moans of pleasure.

"Hush. Come if you need it, but I won't stop until I'm coming too."

A few trusts later, you feel like your body just exploded. You are shaking hardly against the mattress, your face hidden in the pillow to mask the moans of pleasure you aren't able to restrain this time.

Alexia is still fucking you like no tomorrow through it. The only difference is that she now has put her hand next to your elbow on the mattress, pinning you even harder against it, trapping your body with hers. She’s everywhere on and in you.

All your body is on fire and her persistent movements aren't getting tired. When you turn your head to have a look at her, you can see that she's looking right at your face. She smirks at you when she sees you watching her, before giving you a particularly hard trust.

Another orgasm is already coming, different from the first. You can feel it becoming stronger and stronger and Alexia probably feels it with how much your walls are tightening against the strap, making harder for her to fuck you. Your body is shaken mercilessly by the hard moves of Alexia.

But she doesn't stop and before you are able to prevent her, you come again. This one is devastating. You silently scream in the pillow, feeling a new wave of wetness drip between your legs. Your body get rigid, your back arching and your hips moving faster under Alexia.

Your high last for a long time, your body shaking without you being able to control it. You feel like it last for an eternity and when you come back at yourself, Alexia is still pounding hard into you. The pleasure is almost too much, your body pleading for rest.

You turn your face to have a look at Alexia again and this time she's not looking at you. Her eyes are closed, and she puts so much force on and in your body that you can't move. The tiredness of your two orgasms might not help either.

Alexia's face makes you understand that she's close too, so you shut your eyes and take on you to let her come too. She groans when she does, pounding in you one last time so hard that you move a few centimeters on the mattress, your head hitting the headboard.

Alexia then makes circular movements with her hips to get rid of her orgasm, making you moan again in pleasure. You never felt this way. Your tights are wetter than ever, your body is wrecked but asking for more.

"Fuck, you're so hot. You want more Sweetheart?"

You can't talk so you just moan in answer, your hips moving by herself against the strap-on. You feel Alexia move beside you, the strap going deeper in you again.

"Look at you, meowing like a cat in heat" Alexia groans in your ear.

"Please" you moan back.

"Please what?"

"Please touch me, fuck me, do anything you want with me, but I need to come again"

Alexia grabs your clitoris between two of her long, thick fingers and it's only her hand slamming against your mouth that prevent everyone to hear your screams of pleasure.

"Shut up"

She manages to keep you against her, one hand torturing quickly your clit while the other is still press against your mouth. She starts to pump into you again and it's only a matter of minutes before you come once again, unable to control the whimpers and moans coming from you.

Alexia let you some time before informing you that she will pull out. She doesn't have remove her hand from your mouth which was a good idea, because you can't help but whimper when you feel empty again.

You can't understand the different sounds around you, but when you open your eyes again, Alexia has put the strap back in its bag. She seems a little breathless too when she lies next to you, in her bed again.

She looks at the ceiling before looking at you with a smirk.

"Well, if your sexfriend let you unsatisfied again, you know where to find me."

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OH MY GOD ALEXIA THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE

THANK YOU NIKE FOR BLESSING US

[m13trieswriting]

so win.

alexia putellas x reader

no fuel quite like my procrastination to not do other things i need to do. this is porn without plot, i’m not ashamed of it. it’s also unedited and has been worked on after a day of clinicals so if there are spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes i apologise. i wrote this in like 3 hours lol. i’m also a mess at the moment and actually avoiding my whole life so this is my outlet. anyways i wrote smut! for the first time in forever ;) also for the sake of this let’s ignore timezones bcus i couldn’t rewrite the start of this to make it work lol.

warnings: smut, 18+ viewer discretion advised

You’re not with Alexia when the campaign drops. You’re not even watching the game, you’ve never been quite able to wrap your head around the nfl thing or get into like your girlfriend, the rules of rugby have been so ingrained in your mind from childhood that seeing men run around in massive pads just gives you an ick.

You’re not even the person who sees it first, you’re sitting in a cafe trying to get some studying done because it’s impossible to do at home when your clingy girlfriend insists on sitting, holding, grabbing or clinging onto any part of your body when she’s bored. It’s like trying to keep a five year old entertained, and it always ends up with you sacrificing whatever coursework you have and being endlessly stressed when you fall behind. You simply leave studying for when Alexia is out of the house or when you have time to study elsewhere.

You’re heavily engrossed in rewatching a lecture you’d missed the previous week due to training when your phone lights up. It’s no exaggeration, your phone screen goes from being blank and dark to suddenly notification after notification pouring in. Different groupchats, instagram tags, text messages. There’s another ten minutes left on your study clock before you’re technically allowed to take a break but with every thing that pops up your only become more curious. Curious enough that you look down at your clock with complete disregard and reach for your phone. It’s sitting next to your laptop, it’s supposed to be upside down to minimise distraction but when you were watching the lecture it stopped you from being able to check the time and you liked to watch as the time ticked by.

You click onto you groupchat first, a mixture of Barca girls, mostly the older ones. Most importantly Mapi, who has bombarded the groupchat in a matter of seconds, with image after image of your girlfriend.

You click onto them harmlessly, Alexia has a series of campaigns that you’re aware of that are coming out in the next few months. As you’re waiting for the images to load you try and remember if she’d told you about any coming up, there was something for Cupra at the end of february and a big campaign for more than eleven in march, and a few smaller things amongst it but nothing you could think of that was due to release today, or in the next week.

When the first image loads, you’re eyes almost bug out. Your throat closes, the oxygen leaves your lungs and you feel almost dizzy. You have to blink multiple times to clarify that what you’re looking at is real, it’s not just a hallucination of some wet dream you’ve had, it’s a real photo that exists in front of you. As you flick through them, you only feel more unwell, and a little bit wet… or a lot.

The first one is just Alexia’s face, staring straight down the lense. The way she’s been captured is almost animalistic, pink sports bra, big earrings, her hair in the wet look. It’s her eyes though, pointed straight on, the eye fuck look, like she’s staring into your soul the same way she does before she’s about to rail you, except it’s all magically been captured in one photo. You want to look at it forever, you’re scared you’ve actually lost the ability to use your extremities and all the oxygen has stopped circulating inside your body from the mix of shock and awe.

With as much power you have you flick to the next photo, and if you were already feeling unwell this feeling is close to death.

Alexia, looking over her shoulder, flexing.

All of her tattoos are on show, every single muscle is accentuated and you almost drool on your phone as you study all of the different parts of the picture. Alexia’s skin is literally glowing, effervescently in a way you cannot even begin to describe. You know from thousands of hours of tracing the skin of your girlfriends back just how strong she is, yet with everything emphasised more in the photo you feel like no matter how many hours you’ve spent staring this is adding a whole new perspective. Her arms, her facial expressions, the illusion of her hair sticking to her skin, the pink contrast against her skin.

You have to scroll, because if you don’t you won’t be responsible for the actions you engage in whilst in a very public space.

The following few pictures are of other athletes, basketball players, gymnasts, runners, other football players. For the most part, americans, yet your girlfriend in all her glory is a part of it.

You get through quite a few photos before it comes to the video, you were already gobsmacked, but the video seals it for you.

Alexia looks flawless, absolutely ethereal in every way. It actually feels like you are living in one of your fantasies or dreams but no this is very much real life and you are actually dating the person on your screen.

There’s no chance you’re going to get any work done, you can’t even get a coherent thought that doesn’t involve Alexia. Alexia’s abs, Alexia’s back, Alexia’s eyes, Alexia’s face, Alexia. You pack up your books and laptop with one thought on your mind, seeing your girlfriend.

Mapi’s private messages to you are filthy, message after message of her reminding your of what is now out in the world and about how now even more people are going to be even more obsessed with her.

You drive home over the speed limit and slightly recklessly, it’s not a long drive from your favourite study spot to you and Alexia’s shared house, but it feels like it drags on for forever. Your knuckles are white from your tight grip on the steering wheel and your unoccupied foot is bounding furiously against your floormat. You run a couple of close yellows, which are mostly red and have a complete disregard for giving way to anybody. You have an end goal, and that goal is to get home before you combust from all of the built up energy and tension in your body from the reruns of the pictures you’d seen.

You’re not even sure if you put the car in park when you swing into the driveway, you practically sprint towards the door, leaving Alexia’s prized cupra to fend for itself. Your hand is so sweaty you struggle with the door knob for a few seconds, your brain is frantic and you struggle and jiggle with it until it finally turns and there is nothing between you and finding exactly what you’re looking for.

Alexia isn’t in the front room, not that she normally would be. You pace your way through the hallway, past your bedroom which seems unoccupied and into the living room.

Alexia.

Alexia is sitting, on your couch, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, though it’s hard to appreciate it with the shit eating grin on her face as she tries to make herself look comfortable and like she’s actually lounging on your couch. Her body is tense, it gives away her whole bravado, you don’t really care though.

“You’re home early? You said you wouldn’t be back till lunch time, no?”

There is no acknowledging of her comment, you take your jacket off and lay it on the edge of the couch before unceremoniously pouncing on your girlfriend.

“I cannot believe you.”

Alexia makes it easy enough for you to straddle her lap, opening up her legs and making plenty of room for you.

You stare into her eyes and all you can picture is the photo of her, the look on her face isn’t dissimilar to the one captured, but it’s not quite the same.

“The campaign? Did I not mention it?”

You roll your eyes before leaning down, alexia goes with ease, her mouth opening up for you as soon as your lips meet hers. It’s all teeth and tongue, not quite a fight for dominance, just pure arousal.

“You’re a brat, and really fucking sexy.”

Alexia smirks against your lips, and then she bites back, her tongue fighting against yours.

“So you like it?”

You move your lips to Alexia’s neck, licking a line down her neck and kissing up it before biting down, foregoing any kind of gentle.

“Do I like my girlfriend looking extremely fuckable on the internet? Jury’s still out on that one.”

Alexia chuckles, leaning her head back to give you full access to her neck.

“Mm, muy fuckable.”

The laugh that leaves her mouth is enough fuel for you to nip her again, sucking a mark right above her collar bone, not directly visible but enough to make her sweat about keeping it hidden at training tomorrow.

“I’m going to need a private show in that outfit at some stage.”

You move back up to Alexia’s mouth, this time the make out is less frantic, you’ve gotten out some of your residual jitters.

“That can always be arranged.”

You tug at the hem of Alexia’s sleep shirt that she still hasn’t gotten out of yet.

“Bed first, fashion show after.”

In the swiftest motion possible Alexia is bringing herself up onto her feet, and lifting you with her. You wrap your legs around her torso, never breaking the makeout.

She makes it to your bedroom at a record speed, dumping you onto the mattress before climbing back on top of you, her shirt being thrown haphazardly into the air somewhere as she lowers herself down. There’s no bra to fight with and you reach for her breasts before her lips are back on you, grabbing and rolling at her nipples until she gets the message and has climbed fully onto the mattress on top of you.

Alexia stays on top of you, making out for a while, until she get’s bored with her hands and decides that you need to mirror her level of undressed. She flips you on top with so much ease that it doesn’t even surprise you, the photos on the internet showed Alexia’s muscles, but they didn’t show just how strong your girlfriend truly was.

Alexia didn’t mess around with your tank top and bra, tugging them off with the same kind of urgency that you’d been in to get back to the house earlier. As soon as the clothes are gone you’re flipped back onto the mattress, Alexia retaking her position. Her hands go straight to your tits, pinching and pulling in a way that makes your back nearly arch off the bed. You’re already aroused from your session in the coffee shop, but this is only adding fuel to the fire.

It takes everything in you not to moan immediately, you clench your jaw and bite your lip as Alexia elicits all different kinds of sensations.

‘Sé ruidoso bebita.”

As per usual, not much gets past Alexia, you try to relax just slightly, let yourself feel it all completely.

“How wet are you going to be when I finally touch your pussy, hm? How wet did my photos get you? All hot and bothered in the coffee shop like a little slut.”

There is no point in shaking your head, you just smirk, you’re proud of it, you’re proud that you get to come home to this and everyone else just has to enjoy Alexia from a far.

“Show me, reach into your panties and show me how wet you are and maybe I’ll think about touching you.”

You hesitate for a second, but then Alexia pinches on of your nipples and rolls your other breast in her hand and your hand naturally moves downwards, your hips canting up as you do so.

Your fingertips are glistening and dripping as you bring them out of your shorts, Alexia doesn’t hesitate to pull them straight into her mouth, sucking all of your arousal straight off.

“Alexia, please.”

Alexia licks her lips in a way that makes you so certain that she’s desperate for more, she’s just as turned on about this as you are.

“Pants off.”

As soon as the words leave her mouth your reaching for them hem of your pants and kicking them off, your panties go with them.

Alexia doesn’t wait, she moves her body downwards until her mouth is hovering right above you.

She looks up at you, hesitates for a second, it’s the exact same face as the photo, beautifully feral.

She doesn’t hold back whatsoever, her mouth goes straight to your clit and you’re already aroused, already dripping everywhere but you reach another level. Your moans are breathy and free falling.

“Fuck baby, feels so good.”

You’re a stuttering mess and far too aroused to try and pretend like you aren’t already close.

Alexia keeps a steady pace, licking and sucking at your clit and occasionally living long strips up from your pussy. It feels so good, earth shattering good.

“Ale, close.”

You expect her to pull back a little bit, normally she likes to prolong your pleasure just a little bit, the wait is worth the reward. But it seems like the both of you are too aroused to ignore the urgency of the situation. Alexia doubles down, her arms pushing your thighs further apart and reaching up behind you to grab at your ass whilst she enjoys having more access.

When you realise she isn’t going to let up you unclench your hands from the sheets and push them into Alexia’s hair, grabbing at the root and pushing her exactly where you want, grinding down against her chin.

It doesn’t take long at all, alread close as it was. Then Alexia grazes her teeth over your clit and doubles down and you see stars. Your body goes with you, shaking and tensing before relaxing as your enjoy the aftershocks. Alexia takes the opportunity, pushing two fingers into you and setting a brutal pace.

“Alexia, need a second.”

Alexia doesn’t stop, if anything she only goes harder, her fingers searching for your g-spot and finding it with ease. The overstimulation makes your stomach tight and yoru clit ache, in the best way.

“Una mas.”

You shake your head, even though it’s blatantly clear you’re going to give her another one, there isn’t really a world where you wouldn’t, not when Alexia makes it so easy to feel so good.

“You can give me one more bebita.”

Alexia’s palm grinds against your clit gloriously, it’s a bit too much for a few seconds but it fades as the pleasure overtakes.

Alexia’s favourite activity is amking you fall apart, watching you experience a kind of pleasure that is unmatchable, all at her own hands. Alexia adds a third finger, knowing that it’ll give you what you need.

It’s more than enough for what you need to reach a release. This time the initial orgasm lasts longer, you tense for a few seconds before you go boneless on the mattress. You melt into the sheets, your head lulling against the pillow as you breathe your way through.

Once you’ve stopped clenching against Alexia she pulls her fingers out, licking up every part of your orgasm, not leaving a single drop behind.

She crawls her way up to you, lying down on her side next to you, looking at the blissed out expression on your face.

Your eyes open lazily, a big smile on your face.

“You’re unreal, literally, how did I get this lucky?”

Alexia leans in, it would be rude to not kiss your lips at every possible chance, especially when your smiling at her like that.

“The real question is how I got this lucky.”

It the same kind of phrase that would elicit vomiting noises from your teammates in the locker room, and yet you love it all the same.

The kiss is soft, everything you need in the moment. It gives you enough confidence to reach your hands down inbetween the two of you, pressing down against Alexia’s front with one intention.

Alexia gasps into your mouth, and it’s enough guidance for you.

You walk your fingers up to the waistband of her pyjama shorts that she still hasn’t changed out of at nearly midday. You trail them down on the inside, unsurprised at her lack of underwear.

Alexia’s wet, the cotton of her shorts sticking to the insides of her thighs.

You part her folds, enjoying the way she moans and gasps into your mouth as you map your way through a different part of her body.

When your fingers find her clit, it’s easy to tell just how turned on she is.

You set a pace of fast tight circles, you’re well educated on Alexia’s body and when she’s this worked up this is the best way to get her to an orgasm.

You know she’s getting closer when her kisses get sloppier and desperate, her lips hang onto yours like they’re becoming an extension of her, like she’s scared that if you separate it’ll take part of her with her.

She shakes and grinds into you, searching for that last bit of stimulation she needs. When she infds it she groans into your mouth, her hips jerking one final time before they go weak, her body goes still for a few seconds. You slow down but don’t come to a full stop, pulling every last bit of her orgasm out for her until she’s tugging your hand out of her shorts.

Alexia presses some soft kisses to your lips before pulling you into her with one arm.

“If that’s what I get every time I take some nice pictures, maybe I should do it a bit more. See if I can get a job with Victoria’s secret or a swimsuit company.”

Alexia doesn’t need to see the look on your face to know exactly how all of your features would clenhc up and your eyes would roll.

“If you do that there will be a whole lot less sex for you and a whole lot more sessions with my vibrator for me. You’re cute, but I’d like to keep some of it for me.”

Alexia snorts, before tugging you in tighter.

“The fans would like it so much though, maybe I should just post some of the photos from the beach over the summer in Ibiza, the topless ones were cute.”

You elbow Alexia straight in the gut.

“How about you model the nike outfits for me first, and then we can decide how far you can take your new found modelling career.”

You’re still in slight disbelief that Alexia managed to keep something this big from you. She was obviously always having ongoing things going with nike, but something this big, and this special was hard to keep underwraps.

“I looked that good, huh?”

You roll even further into Alexia, pressing your whole body into hers.

“Muy bueno. New additions to the wank bank right there.”

You snort when you look over your shoulder and see the confusion on Alexia’s face, her english is good, but her english slang lacks in certain departments.

“Wank bank?”

You snort again, the innocence behind her voice makes it so much better.

“Just my folder for when I’m very alone on camp, and need some extra assistance.”

Alexia’s brain clicks, she laughs, and then the meaning must click in because she blushes beet red.

You stand up, already searching for your forgotten articles of clothing.

“Wait a minute, wank bank? What else is in this folder?”

You’re already tugging your pants on and trying to find your tank top which had apparently vanished into thin air.

“Hopefully whatever new photos I can find in the album of spares that was left over from this shoot.”

Before you can hear what else Alexia says you’re racing off in search of her laptop.

“Wait, I need to see this folder. Bebita, I need my own folder. WHAT IS IN THIS FOLDER.”

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anyways have a wonderful day/night! i love you! somebody out there loves you! you are blessed to have this day and every other one to come <3

[m13trieswriting]

pls anyone write anything about THE alexia photoshot. mandhandlening, domming, smut or anything but just the muscles pls pls pls, im just a desperate girl🤓

[m13trieswriting]

oh…. oh my god. oh my god

[m13trieswriting]

Omg, wonderful, everything is so pretty and well written, i think is one of my favourites yet.

V is very, very extraordinary ─ alexia putellas x reader

part 3 of my l-o-v-e miniseries. full masterlist here!

in which: you always held back from being intimate with Alexia, but when you confess about your past all she wants is to show you is how much better she can be

warnings: relatively vague mentions about a past toxic relationship, very soft very fluffy smut (18+), fingering (R receiving), oral (R receiving), dirty talk, language, yk all the good stuff

wc: 8k

an: not proofread, bc i had to slave away to get this done in time. but enjoy the filth, my dudes

The evening had been easy, the kind of night that made your chest feel full in the best way. Alexia had insisted on cooking dinner for you, even though she’d just come back from a grueling training session. She claimed it relaxed her, but you knew it was mostly her way of showing love without words.

The apartment smelled faintly of garlic and fresh herbs, remnants of the pasta she’d made. You’d stayed by her side as she cooked, sipping wine and laughing at her exaggerated frustration whenever she dropped something or couldn’t find the right utensil. It was quiet and intimate, a reminder of how good things were between you.

After dinner, the two of you had migrated to the couch. You’d leaned into her side, her arm draped over your shoulders as some show played in the background. You weren’t really watching it. Your attention was mostly on her, on the way she absentmindedly traced circles on your arm, on the way her lips quirked up whenever you made a teasing comment.

The hours passed in a blur, the city outside fading into the background as you got lost in eachother. It wasn’t until she stretched and mumbled something about heading up to bed that the mood shifted.

Now, standing against the closed door of your bedroom, you were all too aware of how close she was. Her hands slid to your waist as she murmured something in Spanish you didn’t quite catch, her voice low and full of intent. “Hmm?” You managed to ask, your breath hitching as her lips brushed the shell of your ear. “I said you’re too tempting for your own good,” she murmured, her hands sliding under your shirt, the warmth of her palms a stark contrast to the cool air of the bedroom. She pulled you closer, her hips flush against yours as her lips found the exposed skin of your neck.

You exhaled shakily, your hands finding their way to her shoulders as she murmured your name against your skin. “You’re so beautiful,” she mumbled, getting out the words in between kisses against your neck. Her lips moved lower, and her hands started roaming with more intent. She was steady but unhurried, her movements deliberate. You felt the tension in your body unfurl, the sheer presence of her overwhelming you in the best way possible.

But then it hit; a cold and sharp flash of doubt. Your heart skipped a beat, and not in a good way, your mind replaying images of your past.

“Alexia…”, you said softly, your voice wavering, your hands moving to still hers.

She froze instantly, her brow furrowing as she leant back just enough to look at you. The sight of her was almost enough to bring your walls back down. Her hair was tousled, her lips were kiss-swollen and her eyes held a hazy expression, but you were in your own head too much to turn the situation around. “What’s wrong?” She asked, her voice laced with concern.

You hated that you made her feel like this was about her. You hated the concerned frown on her face, the way her eyes scanned all over your face, the way you knew she thought she was at fault. She wasn’t. But you didn’t quite know how to tell her everything just yet.

You stepped back a little, the sudden space between the two of you feeling like both a relief and a loss, and you hated the way your mind was playing tricks on you. “I- I don’t know,” you stammered, hating the tears that were prickling in your eyes. “I just… I can’t, Ale.”

The shift in her was immediate. Every ounce of lust and hunger got lost on her, her hands dropping to her sides as she searched your face. “You can’t, or you don’t want to?” She inquired, her voice gentle and far from judgemental. She was too good for you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” you said quickly, guilt curling in your stomach. “I do. I really, really do, baby. But it’s just-” you swallowed hard, debating on what to tell her. What you feel comfortable telling her, what your mind will allow you to tell her. “I can’t.”

She tentatively stepped closer again, and you saw a sense of relief wash over her when you let her come closer. “I would never push you into something you’re not ready for. We can take all the time you need. I just need you to tell me what’s going in here.” She tapped lightly against your temple, her tone warm and coaxing, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly as you kept your gaze to the floor. “Don’t be sorry, por favor,” she said back, pressing a firm kiss against your forehead and tilting your head back up. If she saw how glossy your eyes were from the unshed tears, she didn’t mention it. And you were grateful for that. She took your hand and led you to the bathroom, where you both got ready for the night, in comfortable silence. The thoughts were running rampant through your mind, ones that had been plaguing you ever since the start of your relationship. But for now, you were going to put them aside. Until the next time they came up.

You got into bed together, Alexia pulling the duvet over both of you. She didn’t waste a second in pulling you close to her, your chest pressed flush against hers as you nuzzled your face into the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms tightly around you, as if she was trying to shield you from the negative thoughts swirling around your mind. “We’re okay, mi amor. I promise.” She mumbled against the side of your head, pressing a lingering kiss against your temple. 

You nodded against her chest, your breaths evening out as her fingers traced light patterns along your back. The tension in your body slowly ebbed away, and soon, your steady breathing told her you’d drifted off to sleep. But Alexia stayed awake.

She stared at the ceiling, her mind swirling with thoughts she didn’t want to entertain. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. One moment, you’d be there with her, completely present, and the next, you’d pull away as though intimacy with her was too much to bear. She didn’t blame you. She didn’t even think to question your feelings for her. But that didn’t stop the doubts from creeping in.

She tightened her hold on you instinctively, her heart aching with the desire to protect you from whatever was haunting you and from the fear that maybe she wasn’t enough to help you through it.

“Te quiero,” she whispered softly into your hair, her voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. She pressed a kiss to your crown, hoping that her love would somehow seep into your dreams, even if she couldn’t ease your worries while you were awake.

-

And as much as your girlfriend remained patient, being perfect as always, the situation had to get out of hand one day. And it did, a couple weeks later.

It started with a quiet evening at home, the kind you’d both grown to treasure. The dinner you had cooked still lingered on the table, half-eaten, as the two of you had found yourselves pressed against the kitchen counter, her lips trailing down your neck with an urgency that sent shivers down your spine.

You knew she wasn’t pushing for more. She’d told you multiple times that she would never force you into something she knew you weren’t ready for, she was just being affectionate. Close, really close, but a good kind of close. You had made out countless times, it had gotten quite steamy relatively often, but every time you found yourselves at the edge of the cliff you so desperately wanted to jump down off, to let yourself fall into the deep end where you knew Alexia would be to catch you, the part of your mind that you buried away deep down always seemed to bubble back up again. 

Now, with her hands on your hips and her body pressed flush against yours, heat pooled low in your stomach as you felt the edge of the counter dig into your back. Alexia’s kisses were firm, desperate, her fingers toying with the hem of your shirt like she was seconds away from discarding it entirely. But as much as your body responded to her, the familiar wave of panic bubbled up.

“Alexia, wait,” you managed, your hands coming to rest on her shoulders. Her movements stilled instantly, her forehead dropping to rest against yours as she caught her breath. “What is it?” she asked, her voice quieter now but laced with a tension that hadn’t been there before. You closed your eyes and bit your lip, sensing that this whole situation was getting to her. You hesitated, trying to put words to the swirling emotions inside you, but Alexia’s hands slipped away from your body entirely, her expression guarded.

“This again,” she murmured, stepping back slightly and running a hand through her hair. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked softly, but you knew what she meant.

She sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “It means that every time we get close, you pull away. I don’t push because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, but…” She trailed off, her jaw tightening. “But what?” you prompted. You knew what she was pointing at, but you wanted to hear it from herself.

“But it’s getting harder to pretend it doesn’t bother me,” she admitted, her voice wavering just slightly. “I love you, and I’d wait forever if that’s what you needed. But you don’t talk to me about it, and I don’t know how to help you.” Her words hit you like a train. “I’m sorry, Ale, I-”

“You’re always sorry.” You knew this was coming your way. There was only so much time until eventually she would snap, and even though she wasn’t being unreasonable with you, it still hurt you. But could you really blame her?

“But ‘sorry’ doesn’t tell me why. It doesn’t tell me what’s wrong or how we can fix it. I’m trying so hard to be patient, but I’m…” She hesitated, then looked away. “I’m only human. And I want you. I want us to have this.” Her words stung, not because they were unkind but because they were true. You couldn’t blame her for feeling frustrated, couldn’t fault her for wanting what any couple would naturally have, especially after the period of time you’d been together. It’s been four months now, and even though Alexia reassured you that it’s a completely normal time frame to not have been intimate with one another yet, the only reason why it hadn’t happened yet were your insecurities. 

“I know,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “I know, and it’s not you. It’s not you at all. I just…” You swallowed hard, the weight of everything you’d been carrying pressing down on your chest. “I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t want to ruin us.” Alexia’s expression softened, her arms dropping to her sides as she stepped closer again. You hated how easily she gave in, you wanted her to be annoyed at you, at the situation, because she had every right to be. But you couldn’t deny her when she was being so caring. Her hands found yours, squeezing gently. “Ruin us? How could this ruin us?”

“Because I’m scared,” you admitted, your voice breaking slightly. “I’ve… I’ve felt like this before, and it didn’t end well. And I know you’re not them, Alexia, I know that. But my brain… it’s hard to convince it sometimes.”

She exhaled slowly, pulling you into a hug that you didn’t know you needed until you felt her warmth surround you. “I wish you’d told me sooner,” she murmured, her lips brushing the top of your head. “You don’t have to carry that alone.”

The two of you stayed there for a moment, wrapped in each other’s arms, the earlier tension fading but not disappearing entirely. It wasn’t fixed—far from it—but at least now, the wall between you had started to crack.

You figured that it was time to tell her. You felt comfortable with her, and as much as your past was weighing you down, weighing down on your relationship, you had started feeling like opening up about it in the last couple weeks. You were certain that Alexa wouldn’t judge you, and if anything she deserved an explanation. Because the last thing you wanted was her kicking herself over something that was entirely out of her hands.

Alexia’s embrace felt like a shield, her steady heartbeat grounding you in a way your own mind couldn’t. But the weight of your confession lingered in the air between you, heavy and unspoken. She didn’t push you for more, not yet, though her quiet presence urged you to keep going. Her hand moved soothingly up and down your back, patient, as though she knew the words would come when you were ready. And they did. Slowly, at first. Fractured sentences and hesitant starts, but then the dam broke, and you couldn’t stop.

It wasn’t about Alexia. God, how could it ever be about perfect, caring Alexia. You could feel her body untense when you told her that? It was about the way someone before her had made you feel like intimacy wasn’t a shared experience but something they took. About the nights you’d spent questioning if they’d loved you at all or just the idea of you. About how you’d told yourself it wasn’t that bad, that you were just being overly sensitive, until one day, you couldn’t bear the thought of anyone touching you in that way again.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want Alexia. God, the way your body responded to her touches gave away more than enough to let both her and yourself know that you wanted this. Desperately. But that want was tangled up with fear, the kind that gnawed at you and told you that you might wake up one day and that she would look at you differently, just like the one before her did. That maybe lettering her have this part of you would somehow shift what you had, that it would finally convince Alexia that you weren’t what she wanted. It was an insecurity that had been steady all the way throughout your relationship, and as much as your girlfriend tried to work it away, it remained persistent. She quieted it down, sure, but it would never leave.

The more you spoke, the more memories you buried so deeply rose to the surface. The way your ex would ignore your no’s, brushing them off like they were playful instead of firm. The times they’d made you feel inadequate, like your hesitations were inconveniences on their path to getting what they wanted, never batting an eye at what you wanted, or better said not wanted. How, by the end you’d felt less like a partner and more like a thing to be used.

It took you ages to leave the relationship, but when you finally mustered up the courage to leave one night, you told yourself you’d never let anyone in that easily anymore. And even though Alexia had never made you feel like she would do any of the things other people had done to you in the past, your insecurities had been holding you back. But you were ready to put them to the side, to clear everything out between the two of you and to give yourself to her in a way that would make you completely hers.

You couldn’t meet Alexia’s gaze as you finished, the silence between you now deafening. You were still in her arms, the two of you not having moved from your position in the kitchen. You held your head buried against her chest the entire time while you spoke, your arms tightening around her figure the more you revealed, as if you were scared she was gonna walk away at any point. But then her hand cupped your cheek, guiding your face to hers. Her eyes, soft and glistening with unshed tears, held nothing but love.

“Thank you so much for telling me, mi amor,” she whispered, her thumb gently brushing over your cheek. “I’m so incredibly sorry you had to go through that. I don’t know what to say, but I do know that you didn’t deserve any of that. You are so worthy of love. You’re worthy of feeling loved, and not feel like you’re being used for your body. I promise, bebé, I’m not like them. I would never take this from you, it’s something that we share. Together. Whenever you’re ready.”

Her words soothed the ache in your chest a little, and you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for the woman who was holding you close to her. You had just poured your heart out, and she managed to say exactly the right thing to make sure you felt listened to. You didn’t feel like you overshared, your girlfriend deserved to know this. And she didn’t say much, but she said exactly the right things. And you couldn’t have wished for much more than that.

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. “I just didn’t want to ruin us,” you murmured. “You could never ruin us,” she said firmly, pressing a tender kiss against your crown. And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you could be completely open with her. And even though you weren’t ready just yet, you felt the lingering insecurities ebbing away with each second that the Spaniard held you in her arms.

-

And the night it eventually happened, confirmed even further that this woman was the love of your life.

An easy Saturday night. You had cooked for Alexia after what had been a grueling week at work, seemingly everyone wanted a piece of your Spaniard during the week and you could tell that it had started to weigh on her by the time the weekend arrived. So you swapped your planned Saturday night dinner date at a new restaurant around the block for a night in, cooking one of her favorite recipes and swaying to music together in the kitchen while the scent of your cooking invaded your senses.

Conversation had been light and easy, as it always was with her. You lit some candles on the table and put on some music in the background, the soft tinge of jazz a perfect element to the comfortable air that hung between the two of you.

Now, you were curled up together on the couch, her arm draped lazily over your shoulders, pulling you close. The movie on the screen was one you’d both seen a dozen times before, but neither of you had been paying much attention. Her fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, her touch warm and familiar.

Alexia had been different since that night. Softer, if that was even possible. She never pressed, never pushed. Her touches remained comforting rather than lingering, and she’d never once brought up what you’d told her. Not directly, anyway. But tonight felt different. Not particularly for her, but for you.

You weren’t sure if it was the way her hand lingered a little longer on the small of your back when she’d kissed you earlier, or how her eyes softened whenever they met yours, like she was drinking you in. Maybe it was the wine you’d shared over dinner. Or maybe it was simply that you were ready.

You leaned into her touch a little more, your lips grazing her jaw in a way that you knew would get to her. She responded with a soft hum, turning her head to capture your lips in a kiss. It was sweet, unhurried, but you could feel the restraint in it, how she always held back just enough, careful not to push you too far. Her apprehension had tripled down ever since your moment in the kitchen a couple weeks ago, though. She was always careful of not pushing too far, but now she’d outright refrained from it. And you tried your best not to be frustrated by it, because God, she was doing it for you. She wanted to take things at your pace, but you’d been feeling on edge the past couple of days and you knew what the reason was. And as much as you were sure about yourself, you didn’t quite know how to initiate things with her.

You deepened the kiss, letting your fingers trail along the line of her jaw, and her breath hitched. It was enough to make your heart race, but even as her hand slid to your waist, you could feel her hesitating. "Alexia," you murmured against her lips, your voice softer than you’d intended. She pulled back just enough to look at you, her brows knitting in that way they always did when she was worried. “Am I- do you want me to stop?” There it was again. The hesitation. The fear of doing something that would send you three steps back. 

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “I-” You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. It was now or never. Her hand rested against your cheek, grounding you. “You can tell me,” she said softly. Sweet, sweet Alexia.

You took a deep breath, your fingers clutching the fabric of her shirt. “I want to. Tonight,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want to have sex with you.”

You didn’t mean for it to come out so blunt. But if you didn’t get the words out there at that moment, you felt like they were going to suffocate you whole. You were ready, and you wanted her to know. Dignity be damned.

Her eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she looked like she hadn’t heard you. But then her expression softened, her lips curving into a gentle smile. “Are you sure?” she asked, the slight lilt in her voice doing nothing to hide her excitement. You nodded, leaning into her touch. “I’m sure. I want to be with you.”

Alexia didn’t move right away. She just held your gaze, searching your eyes as if she was trying to memorize every detail of this moment. When she finally leaned in to kiss you again, it was slower, deeper, and filled with an overwhelming tenderness that made your heart ache. She pulled you closer, her hands skimming over your back as if she was afraid to let go. And for the first time, you didn’t hesitate to let her.

Her lips moved against yours in a way that felt brand new. It wasn’t though, it was a comfortable reassurance in the midst of what you knew was going to be a long night of new experiences, but every touch felt new, felt like you were discovering a new part of her that had stayed hidden underneath your projection of your insecurities. Her hands then cradled your face, thumbs brushing softly along your cheeks as though she wanted to make sure you felt cherished, loved and completely in control. She wasn’t rushing, and you knew she wasn’t going to at all. 

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, her breath warm and steady. “Are you okay?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, your heart racing. “I’m okay,” you murmured, your fingers curling into the baby hairs that escaped her bun at the back of her neck. “Are you?”

She smiled, a small, crooked thing that made your chest feel tight. “Yeah,” she said, her voice a little uneven. “Just… trying to believe this is really happening.” Your cheeks flushed at her words, but you didn’t look away. “It is,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “I want this, Alexia. I want you.”

Something flickered in her eyes. Relief, merhaps, or maybe disbelief, and she kissed you again, slower this time. It wasn’t rushed or hurried, even though you could feel the months of tension between you, bubbling just beneath the surface. She stood, pulling you up with her, her hands never leaving your waist as she guided you toward the bedroom. You followed her, your fingers laced with hers, and it felt like everything else fell away, the world outside, the doubts, the fears. It was just you and her, together.

Inside the bedroom, the atmosphere felt different. The silent urge that her actions were laced with on the couch made place for something softer, if that was even possible. Alexia turned to face you, her hands finding your waist again as she pulled you close. “We don’t have to rush,” she said, her voice gentle. “We can stop anytime, baby, I-”. “I don’t want to stop,” you interrupted, surprising even yourself with how firm your voice sounded. “I’m ready, my love.”

Her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but instead, she just nodded, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay.” You could tell there was a storm raging behind her eyes, and you wished you could do anything at all to quell the worrying thoughts she had. But in the end, you knew that tonight would settle so many of them.

Her hands moved to the hem of your shirt, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. She hesitated, waiting for your permission, and when you nodded, she carefully lifted the fabric over your head. Her hands skimmed along your sides, warm and steady, as if she was trying to reassure you with her touch.

“Dios mio, you’re so beautiful. I don’t tell you enough.” You chuckled, because that was probably the furthest thing from the truth she’d ever said. “So multiple times a day isn’t enough for you?” Her eyes met yours and you could see the playfulness in them, secretly grateful for how light the moment was. You were well aware of how much of yourself you were giving away to her, but she steadied you. As she always did. “Shut up. Let me love you.” She accentuated her words with a firm kiss against your lips, which you readily reciprocated.

You reached for her too, your fingers trailing along her shoulders before slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt. “I want this off,” you murmured against her lips. A shiver trailed down Alexia’s spine, due to the excitement of the moment or the feeling of your fingertips on her body, she didn’t know. But she slipped her shirt off with practiced ease, and you couldn’t help but admire the toned body that you’d grown to love so much over the past couple months. There had been times where it would make you insecure, insecure about the fact that you didn’t look like that. You weren’t athletic, you didn’t train as consistently and as hard as she did, but she didn’t mind. You were perfect to her, and she would take her time again and again to meticulously work away all those worries and insecurities and wouldn’t go to bed before she made sure that you were okay.

Now, though, it’s a piece of her that you shamelessly adored. Because, let’s be real, there’s everything to love about a body like your girlfriend’s. You let your eyes trail over her toned upper body, before lightly tracing a freshly manicured finger over her abs. You heard a sharp intake of a breath coming from the woman standing across you, and you couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face at the sound. If there was anything Alexia was taking with her from that night, it was her newfound love for the feeling of your nails raking over her muscles there. 

When the two of you finally sank onto the bed, her lips found yours again, and this time, the kiss was deeper, more urgent. Months of restraint melted away in the heat of her touch, but even in the passion, there was a softness to it, a tenderness that reminded you of why you had fallen for her in the first place.

“Tell me if you need to stop,” she murmured against your lips, her voice low and filled with emotion. “I will,” you promised, your hands sliding into her hair as you pulled her closer.

For the first time, you felt completely safe. There was no sense of pressure, no fear of being used or discarded. Alexia’s patience wrapped around you like a cocoon, and you relaxed under her touch in a way you didn’t know was possible.

Her thumb traced slow circles against your hip as her lips trailed from the corner of your mouth to the delicate skin of your jaw, leaving soft, lingering kisses as she went. Her hands, warm and steady rested on your waist. She moved lower, testing the waters by pressing a few open-mouthed kisses against your neck, to which your breath hitched in response. She paused for a moment, her breath hot against your neck, and you felt her smile against your skin. “You’re so easy to fluster.” Her lips pressed against the sensitive spot right beneath your ear, earning a sharp inhale from you. “And you make such cute noises. It’s not fair how much I love it.”

Your hands found their way to her shoulders, clutching at her as a nervous laugh escaped you. "Alexia, stop," you said, though your voice lacked any real conviction. It was a combination of words she’d heard so many times in the past couple of months, but she knew you didn’t mean it in that way this time. Her heart ached as her thoughts quickly trailed off to how much you two had grown in your relationship.

"Stop what?" she asked innocently, pulling back to meet your eyes. Her fingers slid a little higher, brushing over your ribs, her touch impossibly soft. "I’m just kissing you. Nothing else." Her grin widened as she caught the way you bit your lip to suppress any sound that was threatening to escape at the feeling of her fingers on your skin. "But you’re so responsive, cariño," she said, her voice dipping into a playful lilt. "I can’t help myself."

You wanted to retort, to say something clever, but the way her lips found yours again, soft and lingering, shut you up in the best way. "You can tell me to stop," she whispered against your lips, her hands sliding back to your waist to anchor you against her. "But I don’t think you want me to, do you?"

Alexia’s hands started to explore more purposefully, her fingers grazing the curve of your hips and rubbing softly up and down your thighs as she pressed a string of soft kisses to your collarbone. Her touch was warm, comforting, and yet electric all at once. You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you as her lips brushed a particularly ticklish spot near your shoulder.

“What’s funny?” she asked, pulling back just enough to look at you, her brow arched in playful curiosity .“Nothing,” you lied, biting your lip to stifle another giggle. “It just… tickles a little. ”Alexia smirked, her expression mischievous now. “Ticklish, huh?” she teased, dipping her head to nuzzle against your neck, her lips and breath sending shivers down your spine. “Alexia, no-” you protested through your laughter, squirming slightly beneath her. “That’s not fair!”

She laughed with you, the sound warm and contagious, before leaning up to meet your eyes again. Her expression softened instantly, the laughter fading into something much more tender. “I love this,” she whispered, her thumb brushing the side of your face. “Hearing you laugh like this, seeing you so… at ease. It’s perfect.”

As her hands wandered again, Alexia shifted her weight slightly and started moving down your body, only to accidentally knock the bedside lamp with her elbow. The soft thud of the lamp wobbling broke the moment, and the two of you froze for a second before dissolving into quiet laughter.

“Smooth,” you teased, shaking your head as you reached out to steady the lamp. You loved the way her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. “Not my finest moment,” she admitted with a sheepish grin. The laughter and lightness of the moment faded when she returned to the task at hand, moving down your body and pressing lingering kisses against every sliver of skin she could find. Your chest, stomach, arms, your girlfriend didn’t leave a spot untouched and you felt overwhelmed in the best way possible. You thought you knew what it felt like to be loved, but all of that went out of the window as soon as you met Alexia. She made you feel like you were the only girl in the world, and that feeling increased by tenfold in this moment. The way she looked at you, the way she held you, spoke to you, the way she tenderly explored your body with soft touches, nothing in the world would ever compare to the way you felt when her body hovered over yours. 

She eventually settled between your legs, resting her head on one of your thighs and gazing up at you, tracing soft circles all over the thigh her head wasn’t resting on. She looked at you with a softness in her gaze that made your heart ache, in disbelief over how loved she could make you feel through such simple actions. Her hand shifted slightly upwards, fingers trailing over your hips and lightly starting to fiddle with the waistband of your underwear. She asked the unspoken question with her eyes, knowing well enough that you knew what she meant. You bit your lip and nodded, a little apprehensive but not enough to let that stop you. Alexia sat up on her knees and carefully started taking off your underwear, keeping her eyes trained on yours. She searched your face for any discomfort as she slid the garment down your legs, discarding it somewhere in the room to clean up tomorrow. 

You felt bare then, besides the obvious fact that you were bare. But it didn’t scare you like it would’ve before, had this happened earlier. You felt  comfortable, her presence was grounding you in the most perfect way and you trusted her with this, trusted her with your body. “You look incredible, mi amor. Honestly, you’re so beautiful.” You hadn’t noticed she finally allowed herself to take your body in, letting her eyes rake over every part of your naked figure as if she was getting to know it all over again.

Your cheeks turned a subtle shade of red at her words, and you couldn’t help the small smile that crept up your lips as she spoke. She returned it with one of her own, before making her way up your body again and pressing kisses all over your face. She was doing a perfect job at balancing the intensity and lightheartedness of the moment, and if you ever wondered how she could ever become more perfect, this moment in the bedroom together was the proof of that.

But the air shifted then, and you knew she wanted to know how serious she was about how you were about to give yourself to her. She pressed a couple more lingering kisses against your lips and whispered some soft reassurances before she moved back down again, laying down between your legs and making herself comfortable.

“Mi vida, if you don’t like something, or if anything hurts, or if you just want to stop, tell me. I won’t be mad, angry or disappointed, okay? Tonight is about you, bebé, and I want you to feel good. Just guide me, hmm? Tell me what you like and don’t like. I’ll try my best to make you feel as comfortable as possible.”

Her words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and settled the tiny bundle of nerves that had started bubbling up ever since she moved down your body again. You nodded, but Alexia raised her eyebrows in response and you realized she wasn’t gonna settle for just a nod. “Yes, baby, I know. Thank you. I love you so much.” She closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath, as if she was letting your words seep through her. Then eventually, she dipped her head down and started pressing kisses against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

It wasn’t long until your hands found her hair, tangling themselves there to ground yourself whilst Alexia was working her way up to where you wanted her most. You were aching for her, truly. You’d had your insecurities that had been holding you back, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t sexually frustrated from being around the hottest woman you’d ever laid eyes on for months and not doing anything that remotely soothed any ache that came up.

“You’re so wet, baby,” Alexia started, and you let out an embarrassingly needy whimper as she blew a bit of air toward your wet folds. “Dripping. All for men, huh?” You didn’t manage anything more than a hum, your thoughts way too clouded with the prospect of what was about to happen to muster up anything more than that. Alexia hooked her arms underneath your thighs and you instinctively spread them a little further, allowing her more space to work with. 

She started slowly, but no matter how slow she would’ve started, you would’ve been a goner anyway. She pressed a couple soft kisses against your folds, not in any way close to where you actually wanted her, but it felt like months of sexual frustration were crashing down on you the moment you felt her mouth near your core.

“Ale, please, I need you.” Despite your pact with yourself that you’d let her do what she wanted to you, to let her take her time and just let it wash over you, you felt like you were going to combust if you didn’t have her mouth on you at this moment. You could hear a slight chuckle coming from the woman between your legs but before you could feel embarrassed at your neediness, you felt her warm mouth envelop your sensitive bud of nerves that sat proudly atop your folds. You let out a guttural moan at the feeling, and even though she wasn’t really doing anything, you already felt way too close to the edge.

“Fuck, baby, I won’t last long,” you said, thinking it was only decent to warn her. “Don’t worry, mi amor, we have all night,” she mumbled against you, the vibrations of her voice sending more jolts of pleasure all throughout your body. Alexia buried herself a little deeper, her mouth dipping down and licking through your folds, her nose bumping your clit. It was overwhelming, it was too much, but you couldn’t get enough. She squeezed your thighs every now and then, a silent reminder that she was there, that this was real and that you were okay.

It wasn’t long until you came undone for the first time that night. All it took was your girlfriend to expertly suck and flick her tongue a couple times over your clit, and you were completely at her mercy. You tugged at her hair as you felt the coil in your belly snap, arching your back off the bed and letting out a loud moan of her name with it. Your thighs locked around her head, but she remained steady, her tongue working you through your orgasm perfectly, slowing down when it faded so you didn’t get overstimulated.

And if you weren’t crazy about her yet, the sight you were met with when she emerged from between your thighs had you falling for her in a completely different way. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks a little red from the effort and her chin was slightly wet, testament of how your juices had coated her mere moments ago. She had a goofy, proud smile on her face and you would move heaven and earth to have it plastered on there forever. “C’mere,” you mumbled, making grabby hands at her. She hovered over you, and you pulled her down into a firm kiss, one in which you tried to pour all your appreciation for her into. “You’re amazing,” you mumbled against her lips. “You haven’t seen anything yet, mi amor,” she murmured when she pulled away, a playful glint in her eyes and her tone teasing. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched as she slid down your body again.

It felt different now, you were more aware of what she was doing, less lost in your own pleasure. She didn’t tease you like she did the first time, but instead started sliding two of her fingers through your folds, gathering some arousal and then teasing your cunt. “Do you want me there?” She asked in a low voice, looking at you through her eyelashes before fixing her gaze on your pussy again. She was mesmerized, the way you were absolutely dripping for her and she could see your cunt trying to suck her fingers in as she teased your hole. “Please, but be gentle,” you mumbled, almost embarrassed at the way your voice sounded. “Of course, baby,” she reassured, leaning down and pressing a couple soft kisses against one of your thighs that were locked around her waist.

She didn’t waste much more time then, gathering a little more arousal with her fingers before slowly pushing her middle finger in. She went slow, careful, just like she’d promised you. The stretch was painful, but the longer she was inside of you, the more the pain transferred into pleasure. “You can try to move, baby,” You said, and that was all Alexia needed to get down to business. She slowly pulled her finger back, not rushing anything at all, before filling you up again. It felt good, being filled by her, although you knew you were able to take more, and you wanted more. “Another one,” you said in a soft voice, and you thought she didn’t catch it.

But she did, because suddenly you felt her pull out, only to add a second finger and slide inside you again. The stretch was good this time, less painful, and you quickly adjusted to the width and girth of her fingers. She started moving a little quicker, finding a set rhythm and she was working you closer and closer to the edge. “Look at me,” she said, and when you didn’t comply immediately she squeezed your thigh, to which you opened your eyes and locked eyes with hers. “I wanna see your face when you cum, por favor,” she asked, and who were you to deny her when she seemed so desperate? So she picked up her pace, and kept her eyes trained on yours, studying every expression you made as she pleasured you. The slight frown etched on your forehead, the way your mouth fell open in an ‘o’ whenever a particularly good thrust of her fingers took your breath away, the way you bit your lip when you were trying to be mindful about the sinful noises that left your mouth. Suddenly the last couple months had all been worth it. The sight of you, bare, beneath her was one she would never get tired of, and she didn’t know if she would ever be able to go without it again.

The increased volume of your moans is what pulled her out of her thoughts, your face telling her that you were growing closer to your peak. She picked up the pace a little bit more, careful not to hurt you, and to add to the pleasure she started using her mouth too. She took your clit in her mouth, lightly sucking on it to try and push you over the edge. She heard the sound of one of your hands clenching the sheets, and your other hand was tugging at her hair so deliciously. She was drunk on you, lost in your pleasure, so determined to make you feel better than you’d ever felt. So when your thighs clenched around her head and your back arched off the bed, she didn’t stop.

She didn’t stop until all that was leaving your mouth were high-pitched moans, teetering on the edge of overstimulation, but you loved the combination of pleasure and pain that was coursing through you as she kept pumping her fingers in and out of you, her pace not faltering even when you came down from your orgasm.

You threw your head back, knowing that she wanted to coax another out of you, and your brain had to turned to absolute mush at her mercy. She slid her unoccupied hand up your body, searching for yours and intertwining your fingers, trying to ground you with the touch. “One more, mi amor, one more, for me, please,” Alexia was begging. Begging for you to cum again, for you to give her one more. She was working her fingers in and out of you at an insane pace, and even if you wanted to give her a response, you wouldn’t have been able to. The words caught in your throat, a guttural moan coming out instead as she slightly nibbled on your clit. The feeling was overwhelming, and before you had even registered what was happening, your third orgasm of the night washed over you.

You screamed her name, no longer minding how loud you were being. But the feeling of pleasure quickly turned into one of overstimulation, and you pressed a hand against Alexia’s crown to push her away from your core. She looked up, frown etched onto her face, cheeks a little puffy and breathing heavy. “You okay?” She managed to ask, and you nodded, “Yeah, yeah, so okay, just too much.”

You tried to relax, laying her head down against the pillows and trying to control your breath whilst Alexia quickly left her spot between your legs, dipping away into the bathroom before returning with a warm washcloth. She cleaned you up, and for some reason that action felt more intimate than anything you’d just done prior to that. She discarded it in the laundry and made her way back over to you, a smug smile playing on her lips as you climbed next to you in bed. You curled into her, nuzzling your head into her chest and grounding yourself as you listened to your heartbeat. A comfortable silence stretched across the two of you, Alexia playing with your hair as you pressed soft kisses against her sternum. “Thank you,” she eventually whispered.

You lifted your head, searching for her eyes despite the dark room. “For what?” You frowned. “For trusting me with this. Trusting me with you and your body. It means the world to me, and I hope that you felt comfortable throughout.” You felt some tears well up, but you blinked them away before they could fall, not wanting to give your girlfriend a wrong impression of how you felt. “God, Ale, you’re incredible. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I-” you took a deep breath, pressing a soft kiss against her nose before speaking further. “I couldn’t have wished for anyone better than you to do this with. Thank you. You’re incredible and I love you so much.”

She smiled at that, and captured your lips in a dizzying kiss. “Are you okay?” She asked, pulling away slightly. “Better than okay. Honestly.” The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, tangled in each other’s arms. Alexia had well and truly managed to top any of the expectations you’d set, and suddenly it felt like second nature. Being here with her, your naked bodies pressed together, everything just felt right. Your insecurities worked away, Alexia the new reality that you were more than happy to get used to.

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alexia putellas x reader after insisting on going to r's childhood home to spend christmas with her family, alexia helps r navigate a rather difficult reunion with rather difficult parents. angst -> fluff / comfort :)

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It was almost embarrassing, bringing Alexia home to a family so devoid of love. She’d insisted, though, never having met your parents, even though you’d met her entire extended family multiple times. She’d explained it adorably, that she wanted to see where you came from and the people that raised you. You weren’t entirely sure how to tell her that none of that was worth seeing, so with several complaints, you’d agreed to return home for Christmas. Alexia could be difficult like that; when she wanted something, she was like a dog with a bone. 

She wanted you to get to spend Christmas with your family, and she was making it happen. No matter what you said. 

What you absolutely couldn’t have, though, was Alexia getting to your childhood home unprepared. She had to know what she was getting herself into, and you did your best to prepare her. It started with small things, telling her how your mother was very religious, or how your father was quiet and probably wouldn’t speak much. But you couldn’t stop thinking of things to warn her about, until you were on the plane sitting next to her, a whole speech about your mother and her disapproval of your career falling from your mouth. 

“And she’ll probably say something about us getting real jobs, and I just don’t want you to–”

Alexia cut you off, grabbing the hand that was gesturing wildly as you spoke and giving it a firm squeeze. “Amor, I have been hearing that for years from people. I can take it.” 

Her smile was nothing but reassuring, and you weren’t sure how to express just how difficult your parents and your family could be. Your girlfriend knew that your relationship with your family was strained, but you’d always been very tight-lipped about the details. You were filled to the brim with anxious anticipation, and you could tell Alexia didn’t understand why you seemed to be dreading this. Christmas at home with your family should, theoretically, be an enjoyable and fun time. 

It wouldn’t be. It hadn’t been, in all the years that you’d been travelling back home for it, and you knew it’d be even worse this year, because every second your mind would be consumed with being terrified of what your girlfriend would be thinking. Of your family and the way they viewed you, the way they spoke and belittled you. The fear that she would realize just how ugly and cruel your family could be and decide she didn’t want that in her life was all consuming. 

You’d always heard that a person was the truest version of themselves with their family. This sentiment had always horrified you, your greatest fear being that it was correct. The version of you around your parents was the worst version of yourself, and Alexia was about to see all of it. 

But didn’t Alexia deserve to see what she was getting herself into with you? In the end, this was what had you convinced to let her come home with you for the holidays. She deserved to know all of the person she was with.

“Amor, hey.” Alexia called, cupping your cheek with one hand as you focused back on her, apparently having gotten lost in your thoughts. “Where did you go just now?” 

Her eyes were crinkled with concern, her fingers soft on your cheek, and you felt the sudden appearance of tears pooling in your eyes. Her brow knitted together and she leaned closer, gently kissing your cheek. 

You inhaled deeply, letting her hand in yours ground you into the present. “I’m nervous. I don’t think you get that–”

Alexia interrupted you again, covering your mouth with her hand. “I understand that your family is difficult. I understand that your relationship with them is not the best. But maybe this can be your chance to try to mend things, no? And I promise, amorcita, nothing I see from your family will make me love you any less.” 

Alexia kissed you again before pulling you into her chest as best she could with the arm of the airplane seat in between you. You let her hold you, wondering if she was telling the truth. If she’d really still love you after… what you were increasingly sure would be a disaster was over. 

—

It started as soon as you arrived. There were a few moments of peace on the drive from the airport to your parents house, with Alexia practically smooshing her face against the window to get a glimpse of your hometown.  

And then you’d arrived, and within a few minutes of your arrival, your mother had commented on your hair, your clothes, your career, and your lack of time spent at home. Alexia was quiet, as you knew she would be, because she still felt insecure about her English, and she much preferred to listen to it than to speak it. 

Your parents seemed to like Alexia, at least, commenting on how put together she seemed, and how kind it was of her to bring the bottle of wine she had with her as a gift for them. You were still tense, though, standing in the pristinely white kitchen with your parents and your siblings, discussing the plans for the day. It was the 22nd, and there were still things needed to be done before everyone arrived on Christmas Eve. Alexia stood at your side, just observing. 

“Alright, what else does everyone need to do?” Your mother asked, taking out a notepad and holding her pen at the ready over it, as if you all weren’t adults that could remember simple tasks.

“I need to get the ingredients for the Christmas cookies I’m going to make.” You stated, having done all of your shopping already and sent it ahead. 

“Really? You’re going to make those cookies?” Your mother replied, her fast twisting with disgust. You shifted uncomfortably, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Yes, everyone normally likes them.” 

Your mother exchanged a look with your father, smirking as she looked back at her list. “Honey, no one eats them. I throw most of them out every year when you’re not looking.” 

Your face burned with embarrassment, and you shrunk into yourself, head bowed as you stared at the floor and willed everyone to stop looking at you. This was what you’d always done; instead of arguing back, you’d shut down. They could say what they wanted, but you didn’t have to let it hurt you. You weren’t exactly sure how to stop it from hurting, but they didn’t have to know that. 

Yet as your Mom turned to your sister to ask her what she had left to do, Alexia stepped closer towards you, grabbing your hand and taking a deep breath. 

“I like the cookies. And so does the team, they always ask you to bring them.” Her voice was soft, words accented, but the room was silent. Your mother turned to look at her, an odd expression on her face, and you sighed internally. You could feel nothing but deep gratitude for Alexia, sweet loyal Alexia who loved anything you cooked and and refused to let even you criticize yourself. 

Your Mother chuckled, a cruel sound that made you wince. 

“You don’t need to lie, Alexia, you’re already way out of her league. You shouldn’t have to eat her awful baking too.” Your Mother joked, a glint in her eye that told you she wasn’t really joking.

Still, Alexia seemed offended at your mother’s words, and you should have known she would be. Her grip on your hand tightened, and she stepped in closer. 

“No, she is a good baker, and I–”

Your father cut Alexia off, speaking for the first time since you’d arrived. “Well, the Spanish do have weird tastes. Excessively affectionate, too.” His eyes flickered down to where your hand was intertwined with Alexia’s, his meaning clear in his tone. 

You felt Alexia’s hand slip from yours, and you could see out of the corner of your eye that she had turned red. This was a step too far. Making Alexia feel embarrassed for showing affection towards you… you could take everything they had to throw at you, but they were not allowed to mess with the best person you’d ever known. 

You stepped forward, despite the light tug on the back of your shirt from Alexia, clearly telling you to let it go. You couldn’t let it go; you could handle the disrespect from your parents, but you wouldn’t let them do the same to Alexia. 

“That was rude, Dad.” Your voice shook pathetically, the big stand you were taking seemed pitiful as soon as you tried to speak. 

Again, your parents just exchanged amused glances, and you could see out of the corner of your eye your siblings rolling their eyes. It seemed as if no one was on your side, and you weren’t sure why you were surprised. That’s how it always went. 

Without another word in your direction, your Mother turned to your siblings, asking them what they had left to do. Of course, there was no criticism of the cake your sister intended to bake, even though it always came out dry. No one told your brother that the amount of alcohol he was planning on getting was absurd. It seemed the humiliation was only reserved for you. 

The old feeling was back, the one of deep loneliness. You’d spent almost 18 years in this house, feeling like an outsider. Whenever you returned, it was like you reverted back to the 18 year old that had left, no matter how much time had passed. You always felt like an irrationally angry kid in the face of how your parents treated you, and you hated it. Always second guessing yourself, always half sure that you were the one in the wrong. Your parents, your brother and your sister, they all agreed that you were the problem. You were alone, here, like you always were. 

Another tug on your hand, though, reminded you that you weren’t actually alone. 

“Come on, show me your room.” Alexia whispered, her hands gentle as she guided you out of the room. She was shocked, to say the least, at your family’s treatment of you. She’d known you had a difficult relationship but she didn’t imagine it was like this. You’d been home for 10 minutes, seeing your parents for the first time in almost a year, and they’d wasted no time trying to embarrass you in front of her. She was hoping this was a one off, though, perhaps an inside joke she had misunderstood. So, she let you lead the way to your room, taking in the small space more critically than she normally would have. 

Her room at her mothers house was left practically untouched from when she’d moved out. It was filled with posters of footballers and old memories. Your room here, though, was devoid of any sentiment. No pictures, no decorations, nothing that made it feel like it had been yours. Alexia wasn’t sure if your parents had cleared away any trace of you from the room, or if it had never really been decorated in the first place. She wasn’t sure which she preferred, honestly. 

But as you leaned into her wordlessly for a hug as soon as the bedroom door shut behind you, Alexia began to worry. Making you bring her here was starting to feel like a mistake. She didn’t have the whole picture, or even most of it. All she knew was that she hated the blank expression on your face, and she hated the way you seemed to shrink into yourself around your parents. Like you’d rather disappear than be noticed by them. 

—

It wasn’t a one off, the awkward moment upon your immediate arrival home. It had barely been 24 hours, but Alexia had witnessed at least 5 different instances of your parents treating you like an inconvenient annoyance instead of the daughter they hadn’t seen in almost a year. 

First, it was your mother asking about your plans for when football ended. 

“All I’m saying, honey, is that you are not going to be able to find a good job with your school records.” She tutted, before turning to Alexia. “I swear, she didn’t finish a math or science class with more than a C her entire time in school.”  

Your mother smiled, as if she’d just told the funniest joke in the world. Alexia’s face was one of both shock and horror. Her mami would never have said something even remotely close to what your mother had just said, even if Alexia had failed every class she’d ever taken. It was so unnecessary, and your girlfriend could see the weight your mother’s words had over you. 

It was more of the same from the day before; instead of saying anything in response, you just sank back into the couch, gaze fixed on the floor. This only seemed to mollify your mom, and as she kept talking, rehashing every test you’d failed, Alexia could see tears beginning to well in your eyes. 

“Her marks were so bad before she left for football, I don’t think she would have even graduated.” Your mother chuckled. It was untrue; your grades weren’t that bad. Not the best, sure, but you weren’t in any danger of failing or getting kicked out. Still, it was like your mouth was sealed shut, and saying anything in response wasn’t possible. You couldn’t defend yourself, you couldn’t even look up from the ground. It was pathetic. 

“Amor, can you help me choose what to wear tonight? I brought two sweaters, and I cannot decide.” 

Alexia didn’t wait for a response from you, standing and reaching for your hand, well past caring that your parents seemed to think of Alexia’s affection as something of an entertaining joke. You followed her down the hall and into your bedroom, her hand warm and soft in yours, only making the sob caught in your throat more difficult to keep in. 

As soon as you were safely in your sadly bare bedroom, though, she was wrapping you up tight in her arms. 

You tried to defend yourself, mortified at everything your mother had said, words mumbled into Alexia’s sweatshirt. “I’m not dumb. She made it sound like I’m dumb, but–”

Alexia cut you off, holding you even tighter. “You are not dumb, I know this. Do not listen to her, do not even think about it. You are so intelligent, mi amor, I promise you.” 

Your body began to shake in her arms, a quiet thank you breaking the brief silence. You were crying, and it was all Alexia could do to keep holding you until the tears stopped. What else could she say? 

But for every conversation that followed in which your mother attempted to belittle you or make you feel bad, Alexia would find an excuse to pull you away. 

When your mother expressed her distaste for your haircut, Alexia practically wrote you a poem in the garage about how much she loved your hair. 

When your father made a thinly veiled comment about how you were most definitely not invited to church the following day, as the other families would be judgemental about your lifestyle, Alexia was right beside you, trying to hold back her absolute fury. She forced a smile, telling your father it was better you both stay home, because ignorance and stupidity were not worth engaging with. 

When your mother suggested you eat a salad instead of the pasta you were going to order for dinner, Alexia very pointedly informed your mother that you were among the fittest on the team. And later, laying in bed, when she could tell you were still thinking about the comment, she… reminded you how much she loved your body. Twice. 

Alexia had an answer for everything, a way to make your chest stop squeezing whenever your mother opened her mouth. You weren’t sure how she was doing it, weren’t sure why she was possibly still here. After all of your flaws were explicitly laid out in front of her, she seemed only more determined to make it clear how much she loved you. 

It was easier, one you decided to just focus on Alexia and not what your parents had to say. With her there with you, it felt like this was a trip you could maybe get through. 

But then Alexia offered to take the family dog for a long walk while you caught up with your sister, by far your favorite member of the family. She thought it was important that you have time together, and she didn’t mind a bit of time away from the loud chaos that had taken over the house.  

She left with the dog, returning only 45 minutes later, with no idea what her absence had given the opportunity for. 

Alexia came back into the house, unhooking the dog from his leash, the smile falling from her face when she sensed the tension in the room. You were nowhere to be seen, and your parents looked beyond furious, clattering around angrily in the kitchen as they cooked. Your sister sat on the couch, guilt written across her face. 

“She’s in her room, go,” your sister whispered, catching Alexia’s eye and giving her a meaningful nod. It didn’t take a mind reader to understand what had happened. Things had been on the brink with your parents the short time you’d been home. It seemed everything had finally boiled over. Alexia moved towards your room as fast as was socially acceptable, knocking softly on the door before opening it. You were sitting on the floor at the foot of your bed, face wet with tears. 

“Oh, mí bebe,” Alexia whispered, shutting the door quietly behind her and lowering herself onto the ground next to you. Her strong arms pulled you into a tight hug, and you burrowed into her, not minding the chill of her skin from the cold outside. No hug had ever felt warmer. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, feeling guilt upon guilt at the fact that you’d brought your girlfriend into this environment, even if she’d insisted on it. How embarrassed she must be, to see you so easily humiliated by your parents. She must be rethinking everything, your whole relationship. 

But, as Alexia was often inclined to do, she surprised you, tenderly wiping away your tears and giving you a reassuring smile. 

“You have nothing to be sorry about, nothing.” She assured you, leaving a lingering kiss on your cheek. 

“I don’t want to be here anymore.” 

“Then let’s go. We can get flights back to Spain. Be home before Christmas, spend it ourselves. Just us.” 

“You’d do that?” 

“Of course I would, amor.”

“You wanted to come here, though, I don’t want to ruin everything,”

Alexia cut you off. “I don’t want to be anywhere that makes you unhappy.” She said softly. You looked up at her finally, and the adoring expression on her face as she gazed down at you was almost overwhelming. 

“Okay.” You murmured, pressing your face into her shoulder. She held you close, pulling out her phone to buy tickets on the next flight out. Once that was done, she guided you away from the safety of her sweatshirt, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Get packing. I am going to speak to your parents.” 

“Ale,”

“No. I am. Stay here, pack. I will be back in a moment.” 

—

You couldn’t be sure what Alexia said to your parents. They didn’t speak as you left the house, and neither did either of your siblings. They all just watched you go, a somewhat impressed look on your sister’s face. Alexia wouldn’t tell you, either, saying she’d just told them what they needed to hear. 

The next half a day or so went by in a blur. You were emotionally exhausted from being home, and Alexia practically had to drag you through the airport once you’d landed in Barcelona. Before you knew it, you were at Alexia’s mother’s house for Christmas Eve. Eli had been delighted to have the both of you home, not saying a single word about how you were supposed to be at your family’s home. 

You could relax, finally, at Eli’s house with people you felt comfortable around. You loved Alexia’s family, loved how they all seemed excited to see you, asked you enthusiastic questions about your life. It was nice, spending the holidays with them. With Alexia’s arms around your shoulders, making sure you were always tucked into her side, and her family so happily chatting around you, it was so nice to be around a happy, loving family. 

Happy, though, wasn’t all you felt. You watched Alexia with her Mami, her cousins and her aunts and uncles. She fit so easily, smiling widely as she joked around with them. Alexia was loved by her family, but you were not. You never had been and you didn’t understand why.  

There had to be over 50 people in the house, and you were confident that no one would notice if you slipped off, just for a minute. Someone had noticed. Alba noticed the tears in your eyes, too, the ones you hadn’t even been aware of. So, while you darted off to the bathroom, the brunette went in search of her sister. 

She found her in a crowd of her uncles, in a heated argument about some football tactic. Alba didn’t have the patience to wait until the conversation had ended, and knew that if Alexia had seen you just a few moments before, she wouldn’t either. 

“Ale.” Alba said quietly, pulling on her sister’s arm. The blonde shook her off, barely turning her head to look at her as she did so. “Alexia, now.” 

With a roll of her eyes, Alexia exited the conversation. “Ay dios mio, what, Alba?” she huffed, dragging her feet as Alba yanked her in the direction of the bathroom. 

“Your girlfriend snuck away, and it looked like she was crying. Just thought you’d want to know.” Alba snapped with a frown, turning on her heel and stomping away. Alexia would fix that later, she thought. 

“Amor?” Alexia called, knocking quietly. “Are you in there?” 

She heard a deep inhale, and then your shaky voice. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll be out in a second.” 

Alexia tried the handle again. “Let me in, please.” 

A moment passed before the lock clicked open and Alexia practically threw herself through the door and into the bathroom. 

Your makeup was running, and you were desperately trying to mop up the tears still streaming down your face. 

“Come here.” Alexia said simply, opening her arms for you to collapse into. It was a good thing she was wearing a black sweater, or there’d have been mascara visible all over it. You sniffled against her for a few moments, and she didn’t push you to talk. She ran her hand through your hair, leaving a light kiss on the top of your head. 

You pulled away after a moment, reaching for a tissue, but Alexia grabbed one before you could, gently wiping away the tears and running makeup off your face. She had a frown set on her face, and you misunderstood the cause. 

“I’m sorry. I’m okay, you can go back to your family.” 

Her frown deepened. “Do not say sorry. What upset you? Did someone say something?” 

You shook your head, feeling more tears well up in your eyes though you knew you really shouldn’t be crying anymore about this.  “No, no one said anything.” You were wilting under Alexia’s stern gaze, so she made a conscious effort to soften, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. 

“Tell me what has you so upset.” She encouraged, pulling your body closer into hers. 

You exhaled shakily, not quite sure how to explain it without sounding like an awful, pathetic person. “I… it’s just…” 

Alexia sighed, resting her hand on your cheek and encouraging you to look up at her. “You can tell me, bebé. Whatever it is, you can always tell me.” 

“It’s hard.” You mumbled eventually, studying the floor under your feet very closely.  

“What is hard?” 

“Being here.” You admitted. “With your family who all adore you, and they should, it’s just that my family… they don’t… and I just want…” Your voice broke and you slammed your mouth shut, unwilling to allow yourself to break down again. 

“Amor,” Alexia breathed, engulfing you once more in a tight hug. “I know. It is not fair the way they treat you, I am so sorry. It makes sense that this is hard, I understand.” 

You held tight to your girlfriend, letting the smell of her perfume wash over you. Alexia always knew what to say. Always knew how to make you feel better. You didn’t deserve someone as good as her, you were sure of that. As if reading your thoughts, Alexia leaned away from the hug and cradled your face in her hands. 

“Let’s go home. I have a surprise for you there.” Her face was so earnest and hopeful, you felt your heart melt. 

“But your family–”

“They will understand, and I am pretty sure they will not even notice us leave anyway, it is so loud in here, everyone loves to hear the sound of their own voice.” With a fond roll of her eyes and a half smile, Alexia had you convinced. She made sure the makeup that had run while you cried was wiped off your face, before expertly leading you out of the house. As she said, most of her family was too busy chatting to notice Alexia pulling you through the crowd, though she did stop to say goodbye to her mother. Eli gave you a tight hug, sending the two of you on your way with a large shopping bag full of wrapped gifts. 

It didn’t seem to bother Alexia, leaving early. In fact, she seemed so excited about whatever surprise she had for you at home that she was practically bouncing in the driver’s seat. Her excitement remained all the way home, until you were sitting on the sofa in your shared apartment, hands dutifully covering your eyes. 

There was some rustling in the front hall closet, what sounded like a box falling from a shelf and Alexia’s voice quietly swearing. You smiled to yourself, hearing her footsteps approach, before something was placed in your lap. 

“Okay! Open!” Alexia sang, sitting on the edge of the coffee table just in front of you. Opening your eyes, you found a gift bag resting in your lap, puffy as though it was a bit too small for whatever was inside, tissue paper haphazardly covering the opening of the bag. “Come on! Open!” 

You chuckled, pulling the tissue paper out of the reindeer covered bag, and reaching in. Before you had even processed the fabric in your hands, Alexia was leaning in to kiss you, bursting with eagerness. 

“It is matching Christmas pajamas!” She burst out, grinning from ear to ear as you unfolded the red and white plaid pajama pants, white long sleeve shirts with a well decorated christmas tree adorning the front. 

You couldn’t help but match her energy, smiling back at her as she explained herself. 

“I looked up Christmas traditions we could start, just ourselves. I have a whole list, and this is the first thing on the list. New matching pajamas every Christmas Eve. A new… our family tradition.” 

It shouldn’t have surprised you, that Alexia thought of you as her family, but maybe you just weren’t expecting anyone to choose you when your family wouldn’t even do that. You dropped the pajamas into your lap, pulling her in for a soft kiss. “You’re the sweetest. I love it. And I love you.” 

“I love you more.” Alexia whispered, kissing you again before pulling you to your feet. “Let’s put them on and watch a Christmas movie!” 

It didn’t matter that Alexia didn’t particularly care for Christmas movies. Not when she was waiting for you on the bed, her set of pajamas looking adorable on her. Her fading blonde hair was pulled into a messy bun, and her face broke into a massive smile when she saw you in your set of pajamas. 

And as you laid in Alexia’s arms, plaid pajama covered legs tangled together as a Christmas movie played on the TV, it didn’t matter so much that you didn’t have your family to celebrate with. You had Alexia, and that was more than enough. 

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have not proofread this so pls tell me if you find a typo

i hope you enjoy! i know the holidays aren't always enjoyable for everyone, and honestly it's gonna be a weird one for me, but i hope everyone feels loved and appreciated this year.

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Pre Game Nerves

I don't think this was a request, but I like the idea. So, thank you anon!

Warnings - smut 18

“Aleeeee, fuuuck.” You whimpered as you pulled at the restraints that were tight around your wrist.

“Shhh, it's okay baby. Just take a little more.” She mumbled with her wet mouth around your nipple.

Your mind was mush. A massive wet puddle of mess. 

All thanks to Alexia.

Your usually self-assured girlfriend had confessed to feeling nervous today, and it was understandable. You knew it was an important match today, the team needed two points, and even though you were confident they would achieve it, Alexia couldn't share your confidence. 

She needed to calm her nerves. She needed a distraction, something to keep her mind off the nerves. 

And that's exactly why you were on your back. Your wrists were bound tightly to the bedpost, Alexia’s plump lips were wrapped around your perked nipple, sucking and biting on your flesh with no care of being gentle. Her right hand played with your left nipple, twisting and tweaking as she lost herself on your chest.

Her hips were slotted between your thighs, though she wasn't really fucking you, the vibrating strap was doing enough damage to make your cunt clench tightly around the thick plastic. 

For 40 minutes she had you like this. 

40 long minutes she had you withering underneath her. 

Your body was trembling under hers, you could feel every nerve in your body screaming for some release. The constant stimulation you had on all your most sensitive areas was mind numbing. Your body was drenched in sweat, glistening as all your muscles were fighting for a let up, needing some kind of rest bite, but that wasn't her plan.

No, her plan was to watch you crumble, cry out her name as she watched you take her. 

And you had been so good for her, you had taken so much already. Your arse still stung from the 10 smacks she had given each cheek. Your clit could still feel the way her lips had wrapped around the sensitive bud, sucking and licking the bundle of nerves into her warm mouth, but of course stopping just before you could have any kind of orgasm.

Because that was the point, she wanted to work you up to the point of no return. 

“Ale, baby. Please. I-I don’t think I can take it anymore.”

The blonde lifted her head, you watched as her lips pulled at your nipple, making you wince. 

“No? My good girl can’t take any more?” 

You could tell by the tone of her voice that she was about to make you take a lot more.

“I thought you were my good girl?” She kissed your other nipple, quickly taking it into her warm mouth.

“I ammm!” You pouted before biting your bottom lip.

She hummed, her hazel eyes looked up at you. You could tell she had lost all those nerves she had felt earlier. 

“Well then. Be my good girl, and take a little more, amor. I know you can.”

Before you could reply she began to gently thrust her hips.

“Fuck!” You gasped as the vibrations began to hit deeper inside you.

“That's it. Just like that. I know you can take it.” 

“O-Okay.” You stuttered. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as she continued to drive her hips into you, bringing you closer to your climax, but she knew exactly what you needed to come, and she wasn't about to give you that. 

The vibrations from the toy made your walls spasm and clench, stroke after stroke. It was all too much, your body felt like it was losing consciousness from the stimulation of it all. Your vision began to blur as the mix between pain and pleasure bled together. 

Alexia’s lips came down on your own, it made you flinch. 

“One more thing, I promise. You’ve been so good for me. Just one more.”

Alexia leaned forward, ignoring your groans as she pushed herself deeper inside. You heard her fiddle with the bedside draw.

Your eyes popped open as you realised what she was grabbing.

She pumped a generous amount of lube and covered the plug in the sticky substance.

“Think you can take it, Bebé?” She smiled at you, her mischievous eyes made your cunt squeeze around her. You wished she could feel it.

“Yeah, I can take it.” You whispered. 

“I knew you could.” Her voice was low as she spoke against your lips. 

She deepened the kiss as she began to push the plug between your cheeks.

You nearly tapped out when you felt the toy slot inside you, all you could do was concentrate on her mouth. The way her tongue danced alongside your own was maybe the thing to keep you from floating away.

Her hips began to speed up, her mouth moved to your neck sucking hard on your skin before moving down to bite at your collar bone. She pulled back to look at the many bites and bruises she had painted on your body, the different colours splattered on your skin. She looked down proudly at her work before adding more to your breast.

Your core was tight with the new toy inside, you could feel your pussy clenching impossibly tighter around her strap, each stroke of her hips was hitting your g spot.

You were losing the impossible battle. 

The muscles in your arms were starting to scream as you pulled at the restraints. 

“Trying to go somewhere?” Alexia chuckled as she took a long lick along your breast.

“A-Ale- fuck. Baby, I’m close.” 

“Don’t. Don’t you dare.” She warned.

Your eyes began to tear up as a hot shiver ran up your body. You could feel it, your climax was growing over your nerves as it created a hot swirl of thunder in your stomach. The drenched sheets clung to your sticky skin and she pushed her hips deeper inside you. 

Alexia watched as the tears rolled down your cheeks, her thumb stroked along your face, catching the tears. 

“You're so pretty when you let me use you like this, you're my special, bebita. Aren't you?” 

You nodded weekly, you couldn't form words at this point.

Alexia’s hazel eyes scanned your face, landing on your lips. Her thumb pulled at your bottom lip, opening your mouth. 

“Swallow.” She commanded as she spat inside your mouth.

You moaned as you swallowed her fluids, you felt a rush of wetness drip from between your legs as you let her use you. Then her thumb pushed between your kiss swollen lips. 

“Suck.” 

You didn't think twice before your lips wrapped obediently around her digit, your tongue circled her thumb, just like you would if it was her strap.

Her eyelashes fluttered as she felt your slick mouth suck on her.

“Merda, you feel so fucking good.” She bit at her own lip.

You continued to suck, it almost distracted you from the throbbing pain that sat between your legs, the way your sensitive clit cried to be touched. But it wasn't enough.

You closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm building, your thighs began to quiver around her hips.

“Ale!’ You warned.

Alexia hummed as she brought her lips to yours. Her fucking smug smile was not helping.

“Are you close, amor?” She knew the fuckign answer. 

You nodded, your tears were now mixing with the sweat on your neck.

“Have you been my good girl?” She murmured before stealing your breath with a deep kiss, her hips pushing deeper as she looked into your eyes.

“Yes!” 

“Shall I let you come?” 

“YES!” You cried out.

Her chuckle was enough to know she wasn't going to give you that pleasure.

“No. Not now.” She kissed you deeply again before gently pulling out of you. 

“Aleeee!” You cried out.

“Later, amor. I promise. I’ll make you feel so good. Would you like that?” 

You nodded, pouting cutely up at your infuriating girlfriend. 

Alexia laughed as she stripped herself of the harness.

“You’ve been such a good girl.” She kissed your nose as she untied your wrist from the bedpost.

She didn't give you a second glance before she left you to lay in your wet sheets, taking a shower as she got ready for her match, her nerves all but disappeared. 

You laid on the bed, your muscles twitched and ached all over. You were a fucking wreck and you hadnt even been wrecked. 

You knew you couldn't touch yourself, even though the urge was hard. 

You were her good girl, and you knew she would be disappointed if you finished the job. 

So you stayed strong. 

“Amor, I’m going.” You heard your girlfriend call out as she entered the kitchen, where you had taken yourself to distract from the throb that was still beating between your legs.

You turned to see your gorgeous girlfriend sporting a very swarve trench coat. She looked like a sexy business woman. She looked fucking hot.

The throbbingggg.

“You look good, baby.” You smiled as she gently kissed your lips.

“Thank you, cariño. Thank you for helping me earlier.” She lovingly stroked your cheek.

“Always.” You whispered as you brought her lips back to yours.

“I’ll see you later.” 

—-------------

Alexia walked through the tunnel to the stadium, her nerves had completely disappeared, she felt a lightness in her step, all thanks to you.

Her mind wandered to you, to the way you gave yourself up to her. To the way your legs squeezed her sides as she felt you getting closer to your climax. 

You were so good for her.

She didn't realise she was smiling when she thought about all the things she would do to you again. 

She didn't even realise her photo had been taken, her thoughts miles away. 

—------------

You scrolled on your phone, waiting to see if Barca had posted any pre match fit photos on insta. You smiled when you spotted the blonde, looking like a sexy CEO. 

The smile on her face was telling, but only to you. 

The fucking throbbing.

—------------

Alexia kept her promise. Giving you orgasm after orgasm. 

That’s when you finally had to tap out.

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hii could I maybe request an alexia fic where you bring her to one of the german Christmas markets of your hometown and make her try different food and the famous mulled wine (just lots of fluff coziness pls 🥹) ale being a sucker for keeping your lips warm by kissing them

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The Christmas market smells like sugar, spice, and the kind of nostalgia you wish you could bottle. String lights hang above in tangled webs, dripping amber light onto the cobblestone streets, while the air crackles with frost and the distant hum of Christmas carols played by a mediocre brass quartet.

You’ve barely stepped onto the main thoroughfare when Alexia stops, head tilted, taking it all in. Her cheeks are already pink from the cold, her gloved hands stuffed deep into her pockets.

“Is it always like this?” she asks, her accent curling softly around the words.

“Every year,” you reply. “Wait until you see the giant bratwurst stand”

Her lips quirk up at the corner. “You’re really selling it”

“Trust me, it’s iconic”

You lead her through the crowd, weaving between parents tugging kids in sledges and couples huddling close, their breath fogging in the chill. Alexia keeps her hand on the small of your back, steering you instinctively around every wayward shoulder and rogue pram. You’d find it annoying if it wasn’t so her.

The bratwurst stand is as dramatic as promised: a hulking structure with smoke pouring out of its chimney and a six-foot inflatable sausage bobbing on the roof. Alexia stares at it for a long moment, then turns to you, deadpan.

“Iconic,” she repeats, though her mouth twitches with barely restrained laughter.

You grin, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the line. “Wait until you taste it”

When she takes her first bite, she moans softly, her eyes fluttering shut. “Okay. You win”

“I always do,” you say, smug.

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue, too busy devouring the rest of her bratwurst.

Next is the mulled wine. You hand her a steaming mug, the scent of cloves and citrus wafting up. She blows on it delicately, watching the tendrils of steam curl away. When she takes her first sip, her eyes widen, and she licks her lips.

“This is…” she pauses, searching for the word. “Perfect”

You take a sip of your own, the warmth sliding down your throat, and hum in agreement.

She leans in then, her lips brushing your ear. “Your lips are cold.”

You glance at her, eyebrow raised. “Subtle”

Alexia shrugs, utterly unbothered. “I’m keeping them warm”

Before you can respond, she kisses you. It’s soft, lingering, the taste of mulled wine and bratwurst mingling in a way that shouldn’t work but somehow does. When she pulls back, she looks entirely too pleased with herself.

“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter, though you can’t help smiling.

“And you love it,” she replies, stealing another sip of your wine.

The rest of the evening is a blur of lights and laughter. You make her try roasted chestnuts (“Like warm, edible rocks,” she declares) and Schmalzkuchen, the powdered sugar leaving smudges on her scarf. She insists on buying a ridiculous hand-carved ornament for your tree—a lopsided angel with one wing noticeably shorter than the other.

By the time you leave, your cheeks hurt from smiling, your hands are frozen despite your gloves, and Alexia has kissed you approximately ten more times under the guise of “keeping your lips warm.”

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Come here…..Get undressed. Dont ask questions just do it….Very good. Now lay down….Relax darling. Open your legs….Look at you, you’re already dripping. Fucking ridiculous. Rub your clit. Clockwise. Start off slow….Very good...You look beautiful, princess. Speed up just a little. Not that fast. Good girl…..Now stop. Tease your entrance babygirl. That’s it. You feel how nice and wet you are? Good girl. Now, take two fingers and fuck yourself. Slowly baby, we’ve got a long night ahead of us. There you go. Just like that…..You hear how wet you are? We just started…..Speed up just a little. Be quiet... Are you full enough sweetheart? You wanna add a third finger? Too bad…..Stop. Pull out. Now rub your clit. Counterclockwise this time. Very good…. Now use your other hand to play with your nipples. Good…..Relax baby….Your pussy is glistening pretty girl. It looks so good. Speed up. Clockwise….Mmm very good girl. Look at you following instructions. Look at me. I like that…..Speed up. Calm your breathing babygirl…..Pinch your nipples. Hard. Feels good doesn’t it?…..Ugh I love it when your back arches like that……Now stop. Fuck yourself. 3 fingers this time. There you go….I know it’s a stretch but you got it baby….Deeper baby come on, you said you wanted it…Damn you sound so good. So wet. Look at you making a fucking mess….Faster baby come on. Come on curl your fingers and hit that spot. You know how to fuck that pretty cunt for me. There you go…..You look absolutely delectable. That’s it baby moan for me…. No you can’t cum yet dollface. Keep going. I know I know. Breathe……Now stop. Pull out. Spread your wetness around your pussy baby. Just like that….Rub your clit. Clockwise. Slow the fuck down. Breathe…..Relax….Slower. Look at me. Take your time….I know you wanna cum baby I know. But you’re doing so good for me. Speed up a little…Mmmm. Faster….Faster…..Speed the fuck up. I love it when you moan like that. Fuck. Look at that arch…..You ready to cum sweet girl? Look at you begging already. You wanna cum? No baby I’m not gonna help. Show me you can do it yourself….There you go. Fuck yourself baby. Mhmm…Look at me…Cum for me darling…..Fuck you look so good…..Be as loud as you want. There you go…..That’s my good fucking girl….You made such a mess babygirl. Damn….Breathe sweetheart. That’s it, breathe…..Don’t worry I’ll clean your fingers for you….You taste so good my sweet girl. You need a break baby? Yeah? Too bad. My turn.

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#21 K. Walsh— BeFoUr. [part one]

(ft: #6 L. Williamson)

content: Top!Keira, Bottom!Reader, Top!Leah, impact play (R receiving), Brat Tamer!Keira, fingering (R receiving), orgasm denial, breath play, Keira bending reader like a pretzel with manhandling, oral (r receiving)

warnings: dom/sub relationship, choking, a few clit and ass spanks, not even semi-public sex they straight up some nasty horn dogs in this club, being heard going to pound town, 3sum, mentions of strap-ons but no penetration (YET AYYYE)

synopsis: You've always been a perfect submissive for your girlfriend…but what happens when you decide to break that good girl persona she's grown so accustomed to? And what happens when you enroll her best friend to help you? Lord help you, girl.

word count: 4.5k

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

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“You better get your girl, Kei!” A very drunk Alexia laughs out, “Before your best friend does.” 

Keira’s eyebrows draw together in confusion, her eyes searching out to where her captain’s sights are set. And oh what a sight she is met with— you, her sweet angel, pressed up against Leah on the dance floor. You’re still high off the win, and even more elated from seeing your old English teammates celebrating with you. It’d been quite a day at the UEFA, both of your groups collecting a victory in your matches. 

Now here you are, three shots deep and your adrenaline making you act out a lot more than you normally would. You’re usually such a good girl for Keira. An absolute picture perfect sub— admired by all who saw the two of you interact. She loves the way you heed her every word, never arguing or disagreeing when she tells you to do something. So it’s a surprise to her when you just smile at her, and grind your ass back against Leah when she motions for you to come towards her. 

Keira feels her jaw clench as her fingers tighten around the glass in her hand, and she makes the continuous decision to set it down before she ends the night early getting stitches. She starts making her way through the crowd, her eyes never leaving yours as she does. Leah’s whispering something in your ear, and you bite your lips at whatever it is. A blush crossing your cheeks as you finally break the intense gaze of your girlfriend. Leah’s hands are circling around your middle now, her palms resting low on your abdomen as she presses you against her even tighter. 

You can hear your heart thumping in your ears now. A pit deepens in your stomach as Keira rapidly approaches you, her hand instantly wrapping around your wrist as she yanks you into her body. You stumble at first, your free hand coming up to balance yourself against her chest. You feel like your blood is molten lava under your skin, and you aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol or your actions that’s causing the burning sensation to pump through your veins. 

Maybe it’s the good girl deep inside of you burning alive from the guilt of acting out…but the sexy look on your girlfriend’s face quickly sweeps that notion from your mind. I mean how could you feel guilty when your pussy is throbbing from the way her nails angrily dig into your skin…you should right? You should feel guilty about how much it turns you on to see her jealous and hot headed with anger, but it doesn’t. It only makes you smile up at her as your hands go behind you to find her best friend, and pull her back against your body. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her hands move down to your waist as she tightens her grip there, knocking Leah’s away in the process. 

“Well, I wasn't just gonna sit on your lap all night because you didn’t wanna dance with me,” you make sure to roll your eyes as you say it— playing up on the brattiness to test her boundaries in front of company. It feels so much safer to do it with so many eyes on you. Because in your mind, what can she really do to you in a room full of hundreds of people? 

So it inflates your confidence, your ego, and your desire for her to break you back down into a pliable little sub. It’s like you have a sugar rush from all the praise and sweetness she’s always shown you, but you’re finally coming down from the high…and boy are you crashing HARD. You’re craving to see the rougher side of your sickly sweet girlfriend has been growing steadily for weeks now. At least, ever since she let it slip that she’s a brat tamer during a drunk truth or dare last month.

-

You had called her out with a big hearty laugh, “Oh Kei, come on! You’re like the total opposite of that. You’ve never even raised your voice at me, let alone spank me back into my place!”

“Yeah, because you already know that it’s underneath me. Brats are like wild animals, and you’re more like a house cat, babe. No need to tame a kitten when you’re used to dealing with lions.”

It was like a light went off in your head after that— a deep seated need to broken then put back together by her.

-

Your feet must’ve gone into auto pilot, because your brain is just now playing catch up. You hadn’t even realized you’re being dragged through the crowd. At least, not until you hear a chorus of teasing shouts from the mix of your former and current teammates behind you. The door to the bathroom flies open just as Mariona makes sure to yell out for you both to “Usa protección, chicas!”

Keira doesn’t even check to see if all the stalls are empty. She just pushes you into the first one she sees. You go to speak, but you’re cut off by her hand coming up and locking around your throat. “Spread your fucking legs, y/n.” 

Your eyes widen at her statement, hesitation clear as you make no move to follow her demands. “B-but we’re in pub—“ you’re cut off by a growl coming out of the older girl in front of you, “And I don’t give a damn, y/n. If you wanna act like a slut, then i’ll treat you like one…” She pushes you up against the stall door, her chest vibrating against yours as she lightly laughs. 

“And sluts don’t get fucked on nice comfy beds, do they?” Her eyes flicker up to yours before she leans down to press a couple kisses up your neck. A few more condescending giggles come out of her too, slightly tickling your skin in her wake. When she pulls away it’s like you can see the switch flip behind her eyes, because suddenly her voice is back to being as stern as the look on her face. “They get finger fucked in dirty bathroom stalls with their panties hanging around their ankles.”

You can’t help the moan that slips out from your lips at her words. You’ve never seen or heard this side of her before. It's exhilarating and makes your head spin with every second that passes. So you finally start listening and slowly begin to pry your legs apart. It must be too slow though, because next thing you know Keira is spreading them for you. As she pushes your short little dress up to bunch up around your waist, it’s her turn to let a moan slip from her mouth. You went out in an dress this short without panties on, and let someone else touch you? Oh dear lord in heaven— Keira is battling demons. She lets her hand around your throat come down and pull one of your legs up onto her shoulder. It burns a little from the stretch, but she knows how flexible you are. She’s seen you bend yourself like a pretzel just for fun– so she knows you can handle this. 

“You let her touch my pussy?” It’s asked in a scarily calm tone. One that has a shiver running down your spine as you sink further into her intense gaze. 

You can’t even react right away, brain too fuzzy from the newfound domination radiating off your girlfriend. Your mouth moves before the words can start forming, stuttering out fragments your brain can’t seem to currently process. You get snapped out of it when you feel a spank land onto your throbbing clit. It makes you jolt in her hold, and a cracked whine to rip out of your throat. It’s a sensation you’ve never felt before, dancing right on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“I asked you a question, y/n.” She’s giving you another opportunity to be good for her, and you bite your lip as you weigh your options. You could listen now, but would that really get you what you want? “Answer me or I swear to god I won’t touch you for a month,” well never fucking mind we got Miss party pooper over here. Your eyes snap up to hers as the pout on your lips starts to form. 

“No,” you cross your arms over your chest. “...but I might if you don’t hurry up and fuck me alre–” you get cut off by the another yelp leaving your lips. She’s landing another slap to your clit, this time with a little more force. There are tears gathering in your waterline now, and it makes Keira ruin her underwear a little more than she’d like to admit.

Is she upset? Yes. Is she more turned on than ever? Also yes. She’s prided herself on the fact she’s never had to punish you. Always bragging about you and your streak of being an unmatched good girl. So it’s hurting her ego a little bit to see you act this way. Has she been too sweet on you? Spoiled you to the point of being rotten? Well, now she has to correct those mistakes, and she will do it wherever she sees fit. You wanna be a brat in front of all your friends and a bunch of drunk strangers? That’s fine. You can all learn together what a lesson from Keira entails. 

There’s something so intoxicating about you being bad, though. It’s filling her body with this tingling feeling, like all her nerves are vibrating from the adrenaline rushing to her head. It’s like an extinguished fire that’s been buried in her chest, and you’ve just reignited it by tenfold. Something low in her gut started to twist when she saw you pressed up against Leah. Not jealousy per se, something more carnal. 

The blonde defender has always been a trouble maker, and Keira can’t help but get turned on when she thinks of her best friend corrupting you. Leah is the only person in the world to know your girlfriend better than you. They have years of built up trust, memories, and experiences together. Leah knows every single way to push her buttons…and she knew when Keira saw her whispering naughty little encouragements into her sweet girlfriend’s ear, that it’d set her over the edge. 

“I’m getting real sick of your smart ass mouth, y/n,” Keira’s words are spoken so low and deep you think you might pass out right here. You could drown in her velvety smooth voice, getting lost in the way her tone drops as her patience wears thin. 

“Then why don’t you do something about it—”

She cuts you off by plunging two of her fingers into your mouth. You gag at first, surprised by the intrusion as you try to calm your throat around her digits. Keira uses her other hand to grab the back of your head to keep you in place, and with that she starts fucking your mouth. She’s so close to your face that you can feel her breath dusting across your cheeks. She keeps her eyes locked onto your mouth, enchanted by the sight before her. She can hear the squelching of your spit coating her fingers, and it only adds to the erotic scene playing out between the two of you. She thrusts into your mouth for a few minutes, making sure you get them wet enough. 

When she's satisfied she pulls them out, tapping your lips before she runs them down your body. She lets her nails scratch you as they move down your abdomen, leaving goosebumps to wise behind in their path. She skips over your pussy, letting her nails run along your inner thigh. A shiver takes over your body at the feeling, a new sense of arousal flooding in through your body. You try to cock your head down to watch her hand, but you're stopped by the one still holding your head in place. "Please, Kei! I need you, baby!" You don't care how loud or desperate you sound— this is torture. 

"Oh so now you need me, huh? What happened to that big bad attitude you had earlier? All gone now that your pussy isn't getting stuffed?" This time you cower from the laugh she lets out after she speaks. It's dark and menacing; a side of her you didn't even know existed. 

You manage the best pout you can muster up, eyes all wide and innocent as you lightly reach for her arm. "I always need you, Kiera." 

"That's not true, now is it? You looked more than satisfied out there with Leah," Keira watches as your face heats up, holding back the grin that's pulling at her lips. "Was it me or her who made you this wet, baby? Maybe I should go get her and let her clean this mess up—" 

It's you cutting her off this time, "N-No! I only get this wet for you— I swear! Just please touch me, okay? Please, I'll do anything!" 

A wicked grin breaks out across her face, "Anything?" 

You think you might smash your skull into the stall door behind you if she doesn't stop teasing you. Does she know how absolutely fucking sexy she is right now? And does she know how torturous it is to not be touched when you've craved this version of her? "Yes, fuck— anything! Please, baby…" You choke the last couple words out, a cry clogging your throat as your frustration builds. 

She must take some pity on you, because she listens to you. She starts by rubbing through your folds, collecting your wetness. A small string of your arousal connects to her finger tips as she moves to rub your clit. It makes a moan pour out of your lips, back arching into her touch as it lights your body aflame. "Thank you, baby!" 

Keira's hand on your head moves to your front, ripping the top of your dress down so she has access to your chest. She knew you hadn't worn a bra tonight, and honestly she's proud she's lasted this long before tearing it off. Her mouth goes straight to your tits, lips enclosing around your nipple as her free hand comes up to pinch at the other one. She lets two of her fingers slide into your pussy; not giving you a second to adjust before she's jack hammering into them. Her palm hits your clit perfectly, sending jolts of electricity from your core up to your spine with every thrust. You somehow arch your back even deeper, pushing your boobs further into your girlfriend's mouth. 

"Feels s-so fucking g-goood!" You're slurring your words already, brain fogging up from the pleasure she's giving you. 

You feel her laugh against your chest, the vibrations of it moving from your nipple down to your core. She pulls her face back after the pretty noise you let out from the action, a bodeful look overtaking her features. "Admit you liked Leah's hands on you," It makes your pussy gush into her hand. "I-I didn't!" You feel the heat rise back to your cheeks, and the tips of your ears turning bright red. That's how Keira always knows when you're lying, because of the cherry tomato tint that covers them. It always gives you away. 

Her fingers curl up into your g-spot just as the bathroom door opens, and your hand flies up to cover your mouth...but Keira stops you. Her one hand captures both of your wrists, and she pins them above your head. That leaves you to bite down onto your bottom lip, trying with all your might to stay quiet. Keira rolls her eyes at that, slipping a third finger into your dripping cunt before increasing the speed and force behind her thrusts. The burn of the stretch is what breaks you, a pitiful moan echoing out across the tiled room. You don't even notice how hard you'd bit your lip until Keira's bending down to suck the blood off of it. 

It's so dirty and taboo…so nasty. You genuinely had no idea how much of a fucking freak your girlfriend is….and you definitely didn't' know how much you'd enjoy it. She's ruining you with every second that passes, and ingraining a need for this kind of treatment, at least weekly. Keira doesn't know it yet, but she is destroying the good girl she once created. 

"M'Gonna cum!" You slur it out as your eyes cross, legs shaking as Keira keeps you held up with her weight. Your eyesight is blurring out as you feel yourself start to tip over the edge…then it's gone. Just as fast as your high came about, it vanishes along with her fingers.  She takes your leg on her shoulder off, softly setting it back down on the ground as you groan out from the discomfort. You feel tears gather in your eyes at the empty feeling left in your pussy. You go to open your mouth to complain, but Keira's wet hand comes up to pinch your cheeks together, effectively silencing you. "Not until you stop lying to me. Good girls don't lie," her grip tightens on your face, "and bad girls don't get to cum." 

The tears in your waterline finally fall down your face. "I'm not lying.."

"Yes, you are. Now tell me the truth or we're going home, and I won't let you cum for a week if you lie to me again, y/n. Maybe if I punish you then you'll learn, hmm?"

"O-okay, fine!" It's your turn to be the one to roll your eyes now. A blush settling across your skin as you look anywhere, but at Keira. "…I liked it when she was touching me.."

She can't hold back her grin this time, "Who? Gotta be specific, baby." 

You whine out as you struggle against her hand still keeping your wrists bound. The embarrassment of being caught is becoming too much for you to handle…and not in the way you'd expect. It's humiliating you, yet somehow you're getting wet from it. There are so many new feelings you're experiencing right now, and so fucking thankful it's Keira you're exploring them with. You take a deep breath before looking her in the eyes, "Leah! I liked it when Leah touched me, okay? Now please, baby!"

Your blood runs cold at the ominous laugh that burrows out of Keira's chest. You don't have time to think about it much, because then she's pulling you away from the door and unlocking it. Yanking it open as you scramble to pull your top back up. "You hear that, Le?" 

Your head snaps up at that, eyes widening as you see the blonde standing directly in front of the open stall. "Oh I definitely heard that, Kei." She has a smirk sitting pretty on her lips as her eyes rack up and down your body, finally meeting your gaze as she flashes you a predatory smile.

You swear you must've of went into a trance after that. Because the next thing you remember is being in the back of a taxi, Keira and you making out as Leah's lips danced across your neck. Eventually your girlfriend pulled away and led your mouth to her best friend's, and took the spot of leaving love bites on your neck. They'd corned you in the elevator of the hotel, one on each side as they felt up on your body. Pulling sweet sounds from your mouth as you melted into their touch. 

That leads us back to now. The two English footballers towering over you as you sit on the edge of the king size bed. "You sure you want to do this, love? You say the word and we can end this right now. There's no pressure on you, okay?" Keira's hand comes up to your cheek, her thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. A concerned look etches itself onto her face as she addresses you. You smile at her, letting your own hand come up to smooth the furrow in her brow. "I 100% want to do this. I know this is all new for me—  for us together…but I want this," you take her hand into yours as you slide it up your thigh. She groans out when she feels the wetness leaking out all over them, 'I really fucking want this." 

You don't get a verbal response from her, just a push to your shoulders that sends you flying back onto the duvet. A giggle escapes you as you bounce against the mattress, waiting for one of them to finally make you cum. Keira and Leah share a look as they switch positions. The blonde defender makes a place for herself between your legs, her hands going to your calves before she pushes them up against your chest. "I've been waiting years to get a taste of this sweet cunt. You should hear the way Keira describes it— says it's just like honey." 

You flush as you go to look at your girlfriend, a playful smile on her face. "Y-you talk about me?" 

"Of course I do, love. How could I not when you've got the best fucking pussy I've ever had?" She strips her clothes off as she climbs up on the bed. After pulling your dress off she settles down above your head, her cunt presented to you for your viewing pleasure. Before you get a chance to ask her to sit on your face, Leah is thursting her tongue into your hole. Her nose rubs up into your clit as she stays buried to the hilt, moans flying out of your mouth as you get lost in the pleasure of hers. You're still so wound up, like a live wire ready to blow. So it's no surprise when you come tumbling towards the edge again, hands scrambling to reach out to Keira above you. 

"Please don't stop! Please, baby!' But she just laughs at you as she lets you cling to her arm, wrestling one away from your tantalizing grip. 

"I'm not the one you should be begging right now." She grabs your chin as she moves your head down, and your eyes lock with Leah's. "Please don't stop! Please, Le. I wanna cum for you..want you to taste me on your tongue." She moans into your cunt from your words, and it sends vibrations through your most sensitive nerves. It feels like a firework went off inside your gut, leaving you to be overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure rolling through your body. A cry falls from your lips as your thighs attempt to close around her head...but it's Keira who spreads them back open. She leans over your body as she gets onto her knees, and her lips find their way to your chest once again. She licks, sucks, bites…just about everything to your nipples. She knows how sensitive they are— hell she's even made you cum from just her mouth on your tits before. So she can't even imagine how good you feel right now. "I can't h-hold it, baby! Can I please c-cum?" 

Keira knows it's directed at her this time. If the pet name wasn't enough, everyone knows only she owns your orgasms. Leah might be the one between your legs right now, but make no mistake...Keira is the one to decide if, how, and when you get to cum. You're lucky she's feeling so generous tonight, because with one breath she's detaching from your tits. "Go ahead and show her why I brag about you so much. Cum all over her tongue for me, baby." 

Your nails dig into your girlfriend's arms as your back arches off of the bed. Keira's hands hold your hips down for her best friend as she pulls away from your hickey covered tits, groaning out at the sight in front of her. Leah's eyes are rolling into the back of her head as her jaw works overtime. Keira can see the wet muscle thrusting into your pussy, a coat of white cream spilling all into the blonde's mouth. Leah lets one of her hands come up to rub at your clit as she starts moving her head, sucking up every ounce of your essence that leaks out. It's like goddamn nectar and Leah can't get enough of it. 

She only pulls away once Keira's hand is pushing her head to give you a break. You are absolutely boneless under the two women, eyes barley open as you try and catch your breath. Keira crawls back as they go to examine your condition after a round like that. Leah's the first to break the silence, "I think we bloody killed her, mate."

"Oh trust me, she's fine. Plus we haven't even showed her our surprise yet—"

"Surprise? What surprise?!" 

"Oh and suddenly you're just fully awake, huh?" Leah laughs out, shaking her head as she gives Keira a look.

"I told you she was fine, just needed a little encouragement. Ain't that right, baby?"

"Mhm…sooo about this surprise?" 

"Well someone's a little impatient," Leah says as she shakes her head, "Close your eyes first, darling."

You dramatically sigh before following her instructions. 

"Again, just trust me. She always is when it comes to surprises," the two of them keep talking like you aren't even there. Walking over to two bags you still haven't noticed magically appeared in your room. You hear some rustling around, but mostly silence. It lets your mind drift for the first time tonight, and a sinking feeling fills your gut as you realize something. 

"WAIT!" Your eyes snap open, "H-how do you two have a surprise for me?" You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up at the revelation. "And how'd those bags get in here?"

They just share a crimson smile as they turn back towards you, and you gasp at what you're met with. Both of them approaching you with a strap on attached to their hips. Leah is the one to speak first, "Oh don't worry, darling. I told Kei allll about your little plan. You didn't really think a little kitten like you was calling the shots, did you?" 

A whole new feeling of arousal seeps into your bloodstream…because now you realize just how calculated this whole night has been. She knew every step of your plan and then used it against you…and you played right into her hand. Now you're at the complete disposal of not one, but two very…very worked up athletes. It terrifies and excites you at the same time. They start climbing onto the bed as they skewer you between them, man handling you onto your hands and knees. A silicone cock rests against your cheek and the other on your ass, grinding into everywhere but where you need them most. You look up to see who’s at your front end, the tall blonde’s abs the first thing you’re greeted with. Her voice drops a few octaves as her eyes grow darker.

"We're just getting started, darling." 

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Masterlist

Alexia Putellas

*Nothing new (+18)

*Love of my life