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earrings before girlfriend - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia's very fond of her hoop earrings, maybe even more than she's fond of you. not that you are jealous or anything...

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: (+18), very light spanking, a little bit of d/s dynamics, oral (r receiving).

A/n: you guys have no idea how much I used thesaurus dot com to write this fic

The first thing Alexia did after a match was over was not look for you in the stands or on the pitch, once they let family and friends down.

The first thing she did was not walk up to you to give you a kiss or a hug to celebrate the team's victory.

No.

She always patted her ears (both of them), like she was checking for something that was clearly missing, and noticed that, oh no, she wasn't wearing those goddamn hoop earrings.

Then she would make her way to the bench where she left a small bag of belongings, dig them out, put them on, pat her ears (again), and then finally walk toward you, smiling with that beautiful smile as if she hadn't just left you waiting like some forgotten puppy.

You never stayed mad for too long, though. At the beginning of your relationship, you thought it was cute how much she loved those earrings. But now it was becoming a problem.

A very serious (not silly at all) problem.

You and Alexia had been dating for three years, but those earrings? They had been with her for five, six… god knows how long; probably longer than some of her younger teammates had been alive.

She never told you if there was some emotional story behind them, and honestly, you didn't care anymore.

What you did care about was how she kept choosing them over kissing your face first thing after a win, which was very rude and stupid of her.

You had decided to keep complaining about it until she got it through her thick skull. You had even made an oath about it, especially because you were starting to notice how obsessed she really was.

One specific morning, when the sun was still shy in Barcelona's sky, Alexia shifted in her sleep before finally waking up, waking you up in the process.

Her hair was a mess, and her face was creased from the pillow. She looked soft, kissable and huggable. She looked yours. Completely yours.

So you smiled, rubbed your eyes, and leaned in for a lazy good-morning kiss, already planning to be all cute and clingy, to get some snuggles in while your bodies were still warm from the bed.

But then it happened. Her hands shot straight to her ears.

"Buenos días, mi vida," she mumbled (without even looking at you) as she reached for the bedside table, her fingers searching blindly for the small jewellery box that had been there since before you entered her life.

Alexia's eyes were barely open; you couldn't even see their beautiful hazel colour. There weren't any sunbeams slipping through the curtains yet, but Alexia didn't mind that.

She slid those earrings into her earlobes before even acknowledging your existence (aka kissing you), which, on your rather foolish (or reptile) brain, was very offensive.

"Morning," you grumbled, watching the earrings catch and reflecting the lamplight.

It was the same lamp she left on the nightstand because you were too scared to go to the bathroom in the dark at night.

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself with a dramatic sigh. You knew Alexia's routine by now; you didn't even need to watch her, didn't even need to poke an eye out of the blanket.

So you stayed tucked into the blanket. All warm and sleepy. All alone.

You heard Alexia as she walked around the room. You knew where each step would take her.

Alexia would walk up to the mirror and check the earrings once more (because god forbid they moved in the four seconds since she had put them on), then she would brush her hair and head to the kitchen to make a horrible (and healthy) smoothie that tasted like grass and eggs.

That was her every morning. Earrings first, earrings before girlfriend.

Mad, mad woman she was.

Later, after training, when Alexia came home sweaty, exhausted, and honestly hot, you tried to kiss her properly. Really kiss her, the kind of kiss that screamed: "I've been waiting for you all day, now give me some loving."

You smirked when she lay you down on the sofa, still in her training kit, murmuring how much she missed you and (finally) kissing you.

It was lazy, patient, the kind of kiss that made you want to disintegrate yourself within her lips. You were moaning into her mouth until your sweet noises turned into annoyed ones.

Her earring had caught in your hair. Again. And on your huggie earring. Again.

"Alexia!" you whined, already pouting because this had happened more times than you could count. And today? Today, she had taken way longer at training than usual, and you had been starved for kisses and attention throughout the whole afternoon.

"Ay, perdón, preciosa," she said, grinning like this was amusing and carefully untangled her earrings from you. "They always get in the way, eh?"

"Then take them off!" you said, sounding a little demanding. As if you could actually demand anything from Alexia Putellas.

She paused, looking at you with those soft hazel eyes that usually made you forget everything, especially the reasons you were annoyed with her.

She didn't take them off. Of course, she didn't.

Instead, she kissed you again, her tongue tracing your bottom lip like she was trying to distract you, trying to get your stubborn brain to focus on something else.

And it worked because you were oh-so-very far gone for her.

You opened your mouth, inviting her in, earrings and all, like the weak woman you are.

Her hand found your hip, her thumb brushing your sensitive skin as her tongue explored your mouth dominantly.

Her other hand moved up your ribcage. Alexia was possessive and careful; she had mapped your body with her palms years ago, and she knew exactly where to touch to make you forget you were even mad at her in the first place.

She traced each rib - all twelve pairs of - with her index finger until she cupped your breast under your shirt.

And yeah, you forget all about the earrings… for exactly fifteen minutes.

But they were still there when she pulled back from your chest, lips swollen, cheeks hollow and looking ridiculously pleased with herself.

And honestly? She was far too beautiful, so you didn't mind it much.

The beach in Mexico was empty, which was perfect because you didn't like wondering eyes while you were trying to get a tan alongside your very athletic girlfriend, who liked to wear the smallest bikinis ever known to humankind.

Alexia had booked a private beach as soon as you two set foot in Los Cabos, which granted her lots of kisses and a couple of orgasms on your first night at the resort.

There was just you and Alexia on your sun loungers. The white Mexican sand warmed your feet, and the Atlantic ocean was creating pretty sounds with its waves; sounds that you might have appreciated if you weren't busy being irritated.

The sun was balmy on your skin. You had missed it, even though it had been just a few weeks since you had been on a beach. Its pleasant heat was helping keep your negative emotions at bay.

You were trying to relax and enjoy your very expensive vacation, but Alexia was reapplying sunscreen to her shoulders, and those hoops were shimmering in the sunlight, practically blinding you.

"We're at the beach," you said drily, trying to sound reasonable even though you just sounded petulant. "The salt water could damage the earrings… why don't you just take them off for once in your life?"

You knew immediately it was the wrong thing to say, because Alexia got that look on her face. A look that told you she was about to be insufferably smug. A look that could be both endearing as much as it could be irritating.

Right now, it was irritating.

Alexia's hand stopped mid-motion on her shoulder, and she looked at you over her Oakley sunglasses with the most condescending expression you have ever seen. Your grumpy face was the only thing you could see reflecting back at you in the dark lenses, which made you feel rather ridiculous.

"It's gold, preciosa," she said, her voice was so arrogant you wanted to throw sand at her. "Salty water doesn't damage gold. You should know this, considering everything I buy you is made of gold."

She was right, which obviously made it all worse. You didn't say anything, just looked straight at her sunglasses and rolled your eyes so hard you felt pain shooting through your optic nerve.

The slap to your thigh was quick.

It barely stung, but it made you yelp anyway. Alexia's hand was immediately on your skin, tracing soothing circles on the sore spot like she hadn't just smacked you.

"Malcriada, I've already told you not to roll your eyes at me," she said, rolling her own eyes at you to prove a point. She could do it. You? not without consequences. "See how annoying it is?"

"But you just—"

"I'm allowed," she cut you off and settled back in her chair with a very infuriating smile (one that she had been wearing far too often on this vacation, you had noticed). "You're not."

"That's not fair! I was just telling you to take them off because I care about your stupid earrings!" You said, crossing your arms.

"Lying now, are we? What's wrong with you and them today?" Alexia touched her earrings for emphasis. She was clearly the real brat here, even though she would never admit it.

"It's the third time today that you've asked me to take them off. Getting a little obsessed, aren't you?" she continued.

"I'm not obsessed!" you protested, pout on your face. You're the obsessed one! I just think it's weird that you're more attached to those things than to me!"

"Obsesionada?" Alexia's voice was playfully dangerous. She mimicked your pout, which would be annoying if it wasn't so irrefutably charming on her face.

Against your will, your eyes fell to her lips. Alexia looked so kissable all the time; it truly wasn't fair.

"Solo me gustan los pendientes, preciosa," she shrugged, turning her eyes from you to look at the ocean, as if it was more interesting than the conversation you two were having. "It's not my fault that you're jealous of a jewellery."[I just like my earrings, preciosa]

"I am not jealous of jewellery!" you grumble under your breath, but your cheeks were burning because maybe you were, just a little bit.

"It's just a bunch of metals melted together…I'm not fucking jealous…" You continued, as if to make a point about how non-jealous you were.

There was silence between the two of you. You could hear the seagulls and the waves crashing against the shore, but somehow, your petty thoughts were louder.

But not louder than Alexia's breathing by your side. How could you get so irritated by a loved one simply breathing? It seemed like Alexia was taking deep breaths just for the sake of getting you mad, or molestita as she liked to call it.

You weren't sure why you were so on edge today, why every single thing was bothering you so much; you just wished it would stop, that you would be able to actually enjoy your vacation like any normal person would.

Maybe you just needed to connect with nature. Touch some… sand?

You looked around until your eyes found a small crab scuttling across the wet sand. It was so far away, but you could swear you could hear its little legs going from side to side.

"You're sulking," Alexia murmured by your side, a book in hand. A book that you hadn't even noticed she was reading until now.

Very intellectual and demure of her. You, however, preferred your crab.

"I'm not," you said, in the kind of tone only a sulky person would use.

"Are you sure you're not jealous, then?" Alexia asked, taking her eyes off her book. When you looked at her, it was obvious she was trying not to laugh. "—because it really sounds like you're jealous of some earrings."

"Of course I'm not!" you said defensively. "That would be stupid!"

"It would be very stupid, sí" she agreed, nodding, which only got you more mad.

You decided that you wanted to be difficult today, so you rolled your eyes again with even more attitude, and this time, instead of a slap, you felt warm breath on your neck.

You haven't even noticed that Alexia had moved; she was a fast, sneaky woman. But there she was: on her knees on the sand next to your lounger, her face close to the side of your head.

Her lips found your shoulder easily, pressing soft kisses to your sun-warmed skin. Her (goddamn) earrings were brushing against your skin. They were cold, and you felt as if they were mocking in some metallic way, if that was even possible.

Alexia gave a light peck on your lips before going back to kissing your shoulder like she was trying to get you in a better mood, coaxing a smile from you, trying to make you happy.

You tasted your own sunscreen on your lips now, and you bet Alexia was getting a full face of La Roche Posay by the way she was pressing her mouth on every piece of skin she could touch.

It was as if she thought that her kisses would take away whatever sour mood you were in.

They might, but not today. Kisses on your upper body alone weren't going to satisfy you, because you were, after all, very demanding. Alexia had accustomed you to being like that.

Your skin was getting smudged with her strawberry lip gloss, and you could feel its stickiness mixing with the sunscreen.

She was making a mess of your body, and you would be making sure she cleaned it up tonight when the two of you took a bath together.

"No seas celosa," she murmurs against your skin, sounding entertained. [don't be jealous]

"I'm not being jealous," you protested (again), even though your breath caught when her lips found that spot where your neck met your shoulder.

"I just don't like that when a match is over, you check for the earrings before you even look for me." You continued,

"And you want me to look for you first?" Her voice is gentle, but slightly teasing. Like she knows you are being silly, but she doesn't necessarily want you to feel silly.

"Yes! Of course," you said, and it came out more whiny than you intended. "I wait for you after every match like a good girlfriend, and you just take all the time in the world looking for your earrings first!"

Alexia's hands were on your stomach now, her fingers trailing up and down your skin above your bikini bottom.

Her touch was light, and you knew she was trying to distract you from your very important complaints. She always did that when you were mad, misdirecting your thoughts with her fingertips.

She let you complain as her lips moved tenderly on your body. There was a wet trail on your shoulder and neck from her lips now, and every time the wind hit it, you shivered.

You wondered if she could taste the sand on your skin; it was getting late and windier. The grains were finding home on your smudged body, but Alexia didn't seem to mind.

"This morning-" you said, trying to stay focused on your complaints even as her thumb traced circles on your hipbone. "-I wanted to shower with you, and you made me wait five whole minutes while you took them off and put them in the jewellery box…"

"Five whole minutes?" she asked, and you could hear the laughter in her voice. She was definitely getting sand on her face if she kept that attitude. "How did you survive?"

"It's not funny, Alexia!" you said, even though her tongue was circling your earlobe, making it hard to stay annoyed at her. "Five minutes is a long time when you're waiting naked in the shower an-and when you are on a vacation that will end soon!"

"Poor bebé," Alexia cooed, very mockingly. "Having to wait five whole minutes like a normal person."

You wanted to push her away, sent her to a walk of shame to her own lounger, but her lips found themselves on your jaw at the same time she pressed her palm down your clavicle, keeping you down, trapping you. Then, very slowly, she moved her hand up until it was resting on your throat.

"I'm not a normal person," you argued, feeling the warmth of her hand as you spoke, your vocal cords sending waves through her hand. "I'm Alexia Putella's girlfriend,"

"Eres impaciente… no soportas esperar," Alexia teased, rolling her eyes, ignoring what you said, enjoying how flustered you were looking already. [You are impatient, can't wait for anything].

Her hand wrapped completely around your throat now, just letting it rest there without any pressure, but it was enough to make you quiver.

"Tu eres mi spoiled little girlfriend who thinks everything should happen on her schedule, on her own time." Alexia turned your head around and kissed your jaw very calmly, as if she had all the time in the world.

She traced an even longer trail of her lip gloss across your skin; now your entire face was scented with strawberry.

You didn't even like strawberries, but with each kiss, it was like she was claiming you, marking you up with her mouth.

Despite your frustration, you pressed your thighs together because this was not fair: the heat growing in your lower belly wasn't fair, nor was how incredibly delicious Alexia looked in that tight white bikini she was wearing.

"I don't like being second priority," you manage to say after trying very hard to remind yourself what the topic of the conversation even was. "I waited in the shower alone."

"But I did come to the shower with you, didn't I?" She asked sweetly, like she was the reasonable one between you two. "I got on my knees in that shower just like you wanted. I put my mouth exactly where you begged me to put it; I made you come so hard that I had to hold you against me or else you would fall, sí?"

Your face burned, partially because she was right, partially because she was so straightforward with it. "That's not the point!"

"Then what is the point?" Alexia's fingers were quick to undo the bikini string at your hip; it took you some time to notice, and you only realised it when the string fell on your thighs. "You got what you wanted, right?"

"The point is that you made me wait!" you tried to argue. "I should be a priority."

"Five minutes," she said, like she couldn't believe you were still talking about this. "You're upset about five minutes."

"Yes!"

"Not everything happens the second you want it, malcriada." She smirked against your ear; you could feel the way her smile tugged against your cheek. "You think I need to drop everything the moment you snap your fingers? Get on my knees whenever you pout about the slightest things?"

"You're on your knees right now, though", you pointed out, less hesitant than you would have been a few years ago. The truth of the situation gave you the encouragement you needed. "Aren't you?"

You felt Alexia pause behind you.

She was unmoving, her hands were frozen, and for a second, you thought maybe you had won this argument.

But then, she chuckled low in your ear, and you knew you were in trouble.

"Mmmm," she said finally, breaking the silence that had filled the beach, just as her thumb resumed its path along your throat and your hips, right where a string should have been knotted if she hadn't untied it. "You're right. I spoil you too much, sí?"

"I have created a little monster," Alexia murmured, pressing kisses to your shoulder, then your collarbone. "You think you can just stomp your feet on the ground and I'll get you whatever you want, whenever you want it."

Before you could answer and try to defend yourself, Alexia bit gently at the string of your bikini top, and somehow managed to undo the knot with her teeth (which was, unfortunately, so very hot of her).

You moved quickly, trying to hold the bikini in place, but Alexia was quicker; she caught your wrist before you could cover yourself, she got them with one hand, while the other one pulled the bikini top away entirely.

She pressed a kiss on your cheeks, so gently and tenderly, a complete juxtaposition to how tightly she was holding your wrists.

Your chest was bare now, and your nipples had hardened by the sea breeze. "Ale, we can't—"

"Shh, now you stay still like a good girl," she said firmly, and she released your wrists, trusting that you would obey her. "You can be a good for me, right? I give you everything you want, is the bare minimum."

She didn't let you answer. One of her hands found your breast, cupping it carefully as her thumb brushed over your nipple, making you gasp for more.

"You wanted my attention?" Her breath was warm against your ear, and those damn earrings brushed your skin again. "Now you have it. All of it."

Her thumb circled your nipple again, and you even forgot all about being annoyed, because this was exactly what you wanted, even if you would never admit it.

That was exactly why you had been so irritated over the last few weeks.

You and Alexia had been caught up in a crazy and busy schedule. She had a busy end of La Liga in Spain, followed by the Euros, and she was a bundle of nerves and couldn't give you the attention you wanted (understandably). 

You just wanted some love, some attention. You wanted her eyes on you all the time, wanted her closer. You wanted to be the first thing she saw when she woke up, you wanted Alexia to kiss you first thing in the morning!

Maybe you were a bit silly. Maybe you were foolish to overthink too much about her beloved hoop earrings.

"The next time you want some attention", Alexia whispered, her lips brushing your ear, "you ask nicely instead of being a brat about my earrings, sí?"

You nod eagerly and breathlessly. She was happy with that, because she smiled against your neck.

"Good girl," she said, sounding very pleased with herself, very pleased with you.

"I'm not going to punish you," she said as she brushed her nose against the side of your face.

"But you would deserve it, though," she continued, moving her head down, stopping at your neck one more time, sucking every bit of skin she could reach, leaving red marks behind.

"There's nothing I would like more than to slap your ass until you can't sit," she whispered. "You need to learn, princesa, that not everything is about you, but that must be hard when I indulge this very same behaviour, huh?"

Alexia only stopped talking when she focused on your breasts. She devoted herself to kissing, touching, sucking, and doing whatever she pleased with you.

You didn't complain; not anymore. Now you were in the most docile and obedient version of yourself. Alexia really knew how to put you in your place.

You loved how much attention she was giving to your body, but you wanted more; you wanted her in a different place. Your cunt was wet, so needy for her, so ready.

When you whined for more, Alexia actually listened, which surprised you.

"What is it now, preciosa?" Alexia asked, moving to the right so she was still kneeling in the sand, but with her head resting on your stomach, looking up at you like a cat (or a lynx).

"I want you," you pouted, "Please?"

"Where do you want me?" she asked with a smirk on her face, pressing kisses to your stomach, looking tenderly at you (or at your breasts).

"You know where," you said impatiently.

Alexia chucked and bit into your stomach, making you yelp. The dangerous rush of pain and pleasure ran through your body, only making you wetter.

She licked right on top of her teeth marks, soothing the pain away. "You know better than that, malcriada. Use your words."

"I- I want you between my legs," you said, finally giving in, finally realising there was no winning any arguments if you were arguing with Alexia.

Alexia looked very pleased with your honesty.

"Here?" she asked, kissing right above your bikini bottoms, right at your pubic bone.

"Yes," you nodded eagerly, putting your hands at your sides because you knew better than to try to guide her without her asking for it.

"Let me see," she said, spreading your thighs apart and settling between them, in a way that both your legs were tangling from the lounger.

Alexia took her time removing your bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the sand. It was loose, so you didn't even have to lift your hip for her to take them off. She got you completely naked now.

Being nude on a beach was not how you had planned this day to go, but you couldn't say you were upset about it.

Alexia's gaze was fixed on your cunt, looking at it as if she were enamoured. She passed her thumb over your glistening folds teasingly, making you bite your lip to keep from whining. You know she didn't want whining now.

"Look how wet you are, preciosa," she said, kissing the inside of your thigh like she did so many times. She sounded very satisfied, almost proud, and it made you want her more. "All this from arguing about earrings?"

You were ready to argue when, suddenly, Alexia pressed her face between your legs, licking you from your clit down to your entrance.

You closed your eyes, trying to tame the urge to grab at Alexia's hair and press her even closer to your cunt.

"Ale," you murmured. "Fu-fuck, baby—"

She was licking and sucking your pussy, getting her face completely wet; you were just starting to enjoy yourself when she stopped and pulled back.

"Wait, amor," she said, and you wanted to cry from frustration until you saw her reaching for her ears, making you narrow your eyes at her. "Can you be a sweetheart and hold my earrings? Don't want them to get in the way."

She was already taking them off, placing them in your palm (that you didn't even realise was reached) with a wink.

"W-what?" you said, staring at the earrings in your hand, then at her, feeling completely dizzy as she put her hair in a messy ponytail.

"Just don't want them to fall in the sand….or get lost", she said, like this was a completely normal conversation to have while you were in between somebody's thighs, "Now, where were we?"

And then, Alexia went back to what she was doing, leaving you holding the stupid earrings that started this whole thing.

Alexia was too busy to even be smug about finally winning the argument.

You, however, didn't mind being on the losing side, not when your reward was getting to come on her tongue.

A/n: hope u guys enjoyed it! Plss let me know if you liked it, favourite parts etc!! <3

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Why Can't You Put Your Knickers On? | g.clinton x reader

Summary : Grace gets her own back with a silly little prank.

AN : Lowkey hateee this one but thought it was a funny idea - no real plot mainly shenanigans

After the whole pod episode where Grace and Jess had shared the Why can’t you put your knickers on story the team had gone wild with teasing. You on the other hand had taken the joke and ran with it, hiding all forms of Grace’s underwear across your shared hotel room. They hung across the shower, on the hairdryer, neatly folded on the radiator or under Grace’s pillow, everywhere she could think she found her pants.

Grace at first had found the joke funny, having had to rescue her lucky undies from behind the TV, which had you in fits of giggles, but now she was frustrated and ready to get her own back. By day three of underwear roulette, Grace had most definitely had enough.

It wasn’t just the fridge drawers stuffed with thongs or the pair of lacy knickers slung over the kettle that set her off. No, it was finding her emergency period pants draped like a victory flag over the hotel room lamp while Jess walked in unannounced to grab her phone charger.

You, of course, where doubled over on the bed, laughing so hard you wheezed. Jess looked like she might combust from secondhand embarrassment. Grace? She just gave you a sweet, calm smile that instantly made your stomach drop.

That smile meant war.

She let the moment go. Let you believe you’d won.

The next morning, your alarm didn’t go off. Somehow, it had been turned down to “vibrate only.” You woke up fifteen minutes before call time to find your toiletries bag mysteriously missing and your favourite hoodie... cold and suspiciously damp. It was fine, you told yourself stealing your girlfriends toothbrush and hoodie and hurrying down to media.

Media was hell.

You stumbled in looking like you'd slept in a hedge. In reality your morning had been tragic, the only comfort was Grace's hoodie which you tried to bury yourself in and yet the social team somehow clocked you the second you walked in like a victorian child of influenza.

“Someone had a morning,” Alessia chirped, already filming a cheeky little behind-the-scenes vlog. You try to bat away the blonde with an arm trying to guide her camera towards someone, anyone else.

“She’s been cursed,” said Ella, a firm smirk acrosso her face, clearly she knew something you didn't. “That’s what happens when you mess with Grace’s pants.”

You slumped in your seat beside Grace and Jess, both entirely too smug for 9am. Grace looked ethereal, her skin glowing sitting beside her made you look like a tube of squeezed out tooth paste. She didn’t even look at you, just passed you a coffee with a little smile like she hadn’t just ruined your entire morning.

She had lured you into a false sense of security. War seemed to be over. Training had gone well, you where match ready and everything had ran smoothly. No missing shin pads or stinky bibs or jelly in your boots. In fact if anything Grace seemed to be grovelling. She had helped you with your hair, plaiting it for you and she'd kissed you after. All seemed well, maybe she was a little more handsy with you during training, her hand on your lowerback, your bodies pressed against each other during the practice match as she marked you.

That night, everything felt too peaceful. The hotel room was calm, her stuff neatly arranged for once. No thongs dangling off the TV remote, no pants stuffed in the mini bar. Grace even let you pick the film, which was suspicious, because Grace never lets you choose knowing you'd go for a rom-com. She cuddled into you like nothing had happened. Kissed your temple. Played with your fingers. Told you she loved you. Normality returned, or so you thought.

You should’ve known she wasn’t done.

The truce? A lie.

The sweet little smile? A distraction. Once more.

Grace had sniffed out your weaknesses of the early morning's yet again using it against you. You where rummaging through your suitcase desperate for a pair of clean pants.

"Grace this isn't funny, we have training in half an hour and I can't go pantless!" You sigh frustrated, opening drawer after drawer, frantic now looking for a pair of underwear. You hoped you left your lucky pair down in the changing rooms, pulling your shorts on and running down before Grace could understand what you where after.

You burst into the changing rooms almost breathless, The room was silent at first, a strange calm hanging in the air. And then you saw it.

Your Underwear.

Everywhere.

Your lucky pair was sitting atop your training bag like a crown, the lacy edges mocking you. Thongs draped over the bench, neatly folded pairs of briefs lined up on the lockers, and the worst part? A pair of your own cheeky black lace knickers hanging from the ceiling fan, swaying in the gentle breeze of the air conditioning.

You didn’t even know how she’d managed that. You stared up at them, then quickly turned back to the room, looking for some shred of dignity. 

Grace followed behind you a few moments later, her smugness loud and proud, she pressed herself into your side kissing your cheek.

"Y/N why can't you put your knickers on?" She cocked her head to the side in fake confusion and the entire team burst out in laughter.

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Wrong message | a.russo x reader

Summary : Alessia doesn’t check whose she’s texting, chaos ensues.

Word count 1.3K

Warnings : Slighlty suggestive, mainly fluff and humor.

Everyone knew Alessia was bad at replying, she had the groupchat on mute and would often get all of her information from either you or Ella. Well, more like gossip from the both of you.

You had both done pretty well at keeping your relationship a secret, sneaking kisses in hallways, holding hands under tables and dancing slightly to close to each other at celebrations after each match. No one suspected a thing, it wasn't that you didn't want to tell people, it was more the fear of dynamics changing and people being over involved in your lives. You where happy in your little bubble.

Alessia had just come back from the shop, a thick pout across her face, clearly you were in trouble. " Babbyy why didn't you answer my text?" You where confused, picking up your phone and checking for any mixed messages.

" What message?"

" The one I sent you whilst in the shop? About wine?" She huffed clearly convinced you where making excuses or pulling her leg. She was a hundred percent certain she had messaged you. That's when her phone started ringing, Tooney written across the display, Alessia quickly answered putting the phone on speaker for you all to hear.

" Less, I thought you knew me better than to ask whether I wanted white or red wine."

It now all made sense to Alessia, she had messaged Tooney instead of you, easy mistake. You sat there a smug little smile on your face knowing you where very much in the right and Alessia had been mardy for no reason. Alessia had spent fifteen minutes on the phone with Tooney, you wandering away after five, in attempts to put the shopping and starting dinner, which where both Alessia's jobs.

As you had started chopping the vegetables you felt her snake her arms around your waist peppering your shoulder and neck with kisses in a soft apology. " Tooney's joining us for dinner." Alessia whispered and you quickly turn to face her, a little frustrated at your alone time with your girlfriend being stolen.

"Less..." You grumble pouting at her.

" Well i had to explain why I was asking about wine somehow!" Alessia laughed softly, pinching your cheeks. "Ill make it up to you, I promise." She smiles kissing you properly this time as you soften in her arms.

" You better."

The second time it happened well was alot worse.

It was the Euro's camp, the lioness groupchat busier than ever, both the work and unoffical chat always full of messages, messages your girlfriend very much didn't read, unless it was from Sarina. Alessia's phone had moved from muted groupchats to permanent do not disturb. You had better luck waiting in person to ask or say anything of importance to her.

That's when the idea had struck, Alessia had messaged to let you know she was going for an evening run, something she often did when she was feeling the pressure of a tournament, to calm her mind a little. The chat between the two of you more often than not being you messaging and a lack of response from the blonde. So when you sent her a cheeky little message, nothing to intense just a soft tease.

"Can't stop thinking about you, If I wasn't rooming with Lauren I'd be all over you right now ;)"

You hadn't expected a response.

The lounge was half full, a few of your friends sprawled across sofas, some watching a film whilst Niamh and Lauren were working on their lego.

One new message: Lionesses 🔥 (unofficial)

And then… silence.

Just a message sitting right there.

From: Alessia Russo “You in that little training kit was so unfair. I can still feel you on my tongue.”

The message sits there, glowing ominously on everyone’s screens.

You blinked. Looking around the room to see many of the girls now invested in their phones as the group chat went off in a flurry of responses.

Ella Toone :Better be my ass your'e looking at Russo.

Georgia Stanway: Okay… I need someone to explain this to me like I’m five. Who exactly is Alessia licking here? 👅

Niamh Charles: Not me choking on my Haribo

Leah Williamson: “Still feel you on my tongue”??? 💀 girl be so fr 😭😭

Lauren Hemp: SHE SAID IT LIKE IT WAS NORMAL??? “Hey girl, great training today. Also, I can taste you.”

Grace Clinton: I’m literally a child 😭

Lucy Bronze: You lot used to be subtle 😭 Now it’s just tongue talk on a Tuesday night

Y/N Y/L/N: Who TF you tasting Russo?

Alessia wasn't entirely sure why she had over 20 WhatsApp notifications, until she opened the chat, scrolling back up to see what had caused such a commotion.

"OH MY GOD."

She froze, standing in the corridor just outside her room, keys halfway out of her pocket. Her soul left her body.

Alessia Russo Has Deleted this Message

Alessia Russo: NO NO NO That was NOT meant for this chat 😭😭😭

Ella Toone: Oh we KNOW, babes. You just gave us the full romance novel preview. Chapter one: Tongue of Betrayal.

Georgia Stanway: Honestly thought that message was a new Nike ad for a sec "Feel the kit. Taste the passion." 😭😭

Beth Mead : Hope it was a nutritional meal 🍏

Leah Williamson named the group chat "Feel You On My Tongue 💀”

Alessia Russo has left the chat.

Alessia buried her head in shame as she passed the lounge, a strange of whistles and clapping filling the air as she scurried away to her room, embarrassment slapped across her face. The girls in the lounge continued to rumour about the recipient of Alessia's dirty little message. You sat on the edge of the of a, trying you hardest to fake confusion whilst everyone else was in detective mode. Tonight's episode of Love Island abandoned in hopes of the team solving the case.

" She said training kit, so it has to be someone in the room." Ella deciphered. " One of us." She scanned the room with her eyes staring you down for a second.

Niamh chimed in, “Well, I wore leggings today, so unless Less has a thing for ankle support, I’m out.”

“Not me,” Beth added with a cheeky smirk, “I’ve got the flu. Can’t imagine Russo was out here frenching Patient Zero.”

Your attention was momentarily stolen by the buzzing of your phone. Lessi <3

Lessi <3: Help. I’m dying. Tell them it was a typo. A joke. Anything.

You: You said I was on your tongue. How exactly do I spin that into a typo?

Lessi <3: Autocorrect??

You: To WHAT. “I can still feel you on my thumb”?

You had to fight the urges to go and comfort her, stroke her back and play with her hair the way you knew she loved. Your escape plotting was quickly interrupted by Lucy.

" I'll tell ya who it wasn't." Lucy said, arms folded, eyes squinting as she surveyed the room. “It wasn’t Ella. She’s way too loud, everyone would’ve heard them by now.”

“Oi!” Ella shouted. “I’m a lady, thank you.”

" Rule out everyone in relationships and that leaves, Esme, Grace, Aggie, Y/N and Maya anyone else?" Georgia tried to rack her brain for anyone she had forgotten.

" I'm far too busy missing Biscuit." Esme chimed in.

“Wait,” Hemp said, slowly turning toward you. “Y/N… didn’t you come into breakfast late this morning?”

You blinked. “I was— I overslept.”

“And you were wearing Alessia’s hoodie,” Niamh pointed out.

“No I wasn’t—”

“She has the little thumb holes in the sleeves,” Ella said, narrowing her eyes like a hawk. “Only Lessi’s got that. I borrowed it once.”

You opened your mouth to argue. You really did. But as you did your girlfriend's sad frame stood looming in the lounge doorway, wearing your hoodie, your number plastered to the chest of it. On obvious solution to the Sherlock Holmes case the girls had been so heavily invested in. You crawl out from your spot on the sofa, desperate to comfort your girlfriend, wrapping your arms tightly around her.

" Can we please stop asking who was on the menu now?"

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[wosodream]

word count - 1.6k trigger warnings - very minimal smut?, fluffy cute nonsense watching Kika hold a baby does things to you that you cannot control written for @a-pute11as

The backyard was alive with laughter, clinking glasses, and the scent of grilled food drifting on the breeze. Children shrieked as they darted through the grass, parents lounged in mismatched chairs, and the sky overhead glowed a warm gold. In the middle of it all, Kika was positively glowing. Her hair was a little messy and cheeks flushed from running around after her little cousins. And to top it all off, a baby was nestled perfectly in her arms, like it had always been that way. Like she was made for it. 

Motherhood. 

You couldn’t stop staring at her arms. The way her muscles flexed so gently as she held the baby, the way her skin looked golden in the sunlight. They were perfect. Strong, soft and safe. You could already imagine them around you, around a baby that was yours and hers. It was doing things to you, things you weren't sure you could control for much longer.

You watched from the shade of the patio, sipping your drink, trying not to let your brain short circuit every time she bounced the baby and cooed softly in Portuguese. It wasn’t fair. She looked too good like that. Unreasonably good. Dangerous, even. The soft lilt of her voice, the way her fingers gently traced little circles on the baby’s back, the way her eyes crinkled when the baby smiled, it was a lot.

And the worst part?

She knew exactly what she was doing to you.

Kika caught your eye from across the lawn and gave you a smirk, subtly teasing you. She was fully aware of the effect she had on you, holding that baby. That effortless nurturing power made you feel dizzy just looking at her.

It made something tug deep in your chest. That soft ache of imagining a future. Not just late night kisses and day off coffee dates, but mornings with a baby monitor on the nightstand. Sticky hands, first words, sleepy bedtime stories whispered aloud. A little one toddling through your shared kitchen. You'd never said it out loud, not yet, but moments like this made it hard not to dream. It felt close. Possible.

The baby, though (you had to admit) was objectively not cute. Bald, wrinkly and slightly cross eyed. You tried to be a good sport, smiling politely whenever Kika turned the baby to show you, but the second you had your phone under the table, you texted her:

"Why is the baby built like a soggy potato"

Kika glanced at her phone and immediately snorted, turning her laugh into a fake cough as her cousin glanced over. She shot you a look across the table, biting her lip to keep from laughing harder. You texted again:

"I can't take you seriously when you're being all hot and maternal with Lord Voldemort's offspring"

Kika had to press her face into the baby's blanket to muffle the sound, her shoulders shaking. She glanced back at you, eyes shining with laughter and affection, and mouthed, stop it.

You set your drink down and crossed the lawn toward her. Every step felt heavier with want, something crawling under your skin, pooling warm in your belly. You reached her just as she bounced the baby once more and whispered something that made the infant giggle.

“I have an emergency,” you suddenly said, voice low but insistent, grabbing Kika's wrist under the table.

She looked up immediately, brows pulling together in alarm. “What? What happened?”

You shot her a look and tilted your head. “Just come with me. Please.”

Kika quickly turned to her cousin, who was mid conversation beside her, and hurriedly handed the baby off. "Can you take her for a sec? Thanks," she said, barely waiting for a response before standing and following you.

She trailed after you without hesitation, concern etched across her face. “Is everything okay? You’re kind of freaking me out,” she said, her steps quick to match yours as you led her around the side of the house.

You reached the small bathroom just off the back patio, pulled her inside, and locked the door with a quiet click. The sound echoed in the sudden silence.

Kika turned to you, eyes scanning your face. “Hey. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

Instead of answering, you reached up and cupped her face, pulling her close. Your lips crashed against hers. Urgent, heated and impossible to ignore.

Your hands tangled in her shirt as she slid hers beneath the hem of yours, thumbs brushing against your heated skin. You kissed her like you were starving, like you'd been holding this in all afternoon because, honestly, you had. The frustration, the ache, the way her arms had looked in the sunlight holding that unfortunate baby. It had been simmering under your skin for hours.

She gasped into your mouth when your teeth grazed her bottom lip, and the sound made your knees wobble. Her thigh pressed up between your legs, and you rocked against it automatically, moaning softly as her hands explored every inch of you they could reach.

"Fuck," she muttered, breathless, one hand curling into your hair as her other dragged up your spine. "You seriously got this worked up over a baby?"

You froze like someone had hit pause.

Your body stilled against hers, breath caught halfway in your throat. The heat shifted instantly into something tighter, colder. Panic pricked at the edges of your thoughts.

Kika blinked, noticing the change instantly. Her voice softened. "Hey. Hey, what’s up?"

You stepped back half a pace, arms folding protectively around your stomach. "I, I didn’t mean to make this weird. I know this was supposed to be just a fun break from the chaos of football, but seeing you with that baby, it kind of hit me."

Kika tilted her head slightly, concern etched into her expression. You could see her bracing for whatever came next.

You kept going, words tumbling out of your mouth like you couldn't stop them. 

"It made me think about us. About the future. I started picturing things, like... maybe one day having a baby with you. You'd be so good with them, and I just…I thought maybe I could be good too. Like, maybe I'd figure it out with you. I know it's a lot, and we haven’t talked about it, and I don’t want to pressure you or freak you out, and if it’s not something you want that’s totally fine, I just... I can't help but think about it when you look like that holding a baby, even one that looks like a soggy potato."

There was a beat of silence.

Then Kika surged forward and kissed you, this time slow and sweet. Her hands cradled your face, grounding you like a lifeline. You melted into her, breath hitching in your throat.

When she pulled back, her eyes were soft and serious. "I would love to have a baby with you meu amor," she said quietly. "You’d make such a good mamãe."

Your heart cracked open. All the tension from moments before turned molten again, softer now but no less intense. She smiled, brushing her thumb across your cheek before cheekily saying. "Now stop panicking and kiss me again."

And you did and this time, there was no hesitation. Only heat and love and the quiet, thrilling thrum of something real, something lasting, blooming between the two of you.

After everything, as you both caught your breath, Kika smirked and shook her head. “A soggy potato?” she teased, laughing softly.

You looked at her, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “I said what I said,” you burst out laughing alongside her.

The tension melted away into warm, shared laughter, perfect and just yours.

Many years later:

You woke in the middle of the night to the soft, familiar hum crackling through the baby monitor beside your bed. Kika’s voice.

Groggy but alert, you listened. The gentle melody of "Brilha, Brilha Estrelinha" (twinkle twinkle little star) filled the quiet of your dark bedroom, calming, steady, and tender. You blinked the sleep from your eyes and sat up, heart expanding at the sound.

Without thinking, you slid out of bed and padded down the hallway, the soft glow from the slightly ajar nursery door guiding you. You stopped just short of the threshold.

There she was, Kika standing in the soft lamplight with your daughter, now a few weeks old, cradled against her chest. She was gently rocking back and forth, arms strong and steady, holding your daughter close as she sang, her voice a gentle whisper against the hush of the room.

“Brilha, brilha estrelinha, Quero ver você brilhar"

The baby gurgled softly, one tiny fist curled against Kika’s collarbone, their faces lit with the soft amber light of the night lamp. You stood there silently, heart aching with love, memorizing everything about the sight.

Kika looked up mid verse and saw you. Her voice faltered slightly before she offered a quiet, knowing smile.

Without a word, you crossed the room and came up behind her. Slowly, gently, you wrapped your arms around both of them from behind, your body curving around Kika’s back, your hands smoothing over the baby's tiny form.

Your chin rested on Kika's shoulder as you pressed a soft kiss to the side of her neck.

“She couldn’t sleep,” Kika whispered.

“She gets that from me,” you murmured with a soft chuckle, voice thick with love.

Kika leaned back into you, your bodies closing in around the baby like a shelter of warmth and safety.

She resumed singing, her voice barely more than a breath. your daughters tiny breath puffing out in the sweetest little rhythm and you knew that everything about this, about them, was everything you ever wanted. 

meu para sempre 

(my forever)

[wosodream]

bewitched - Reader x Alexia x Leila

Summary: Alexia and Leila punish you for touching yourself while they were away. A bit of angst, sex and aftercare <3

Warnings: SMUT (+18) fingering (r receiving), oral (r giving), spitting, crawling, mentions of strap. Dom/sub undertones.

Word count: 7K

You were whining, an utter crying mess lying on the mattress. Your hair was everywhere, with knots that were hurting your scalp.

Your mascara was running down your face (you didn't have time to take it off), and your head was fuzzy, so fuzzy that you were having a hard time comprehending what was happening around you.

You weren't sure where you were, but the soft grey of the wall told you it was your bedroom. Or, well, the bedroom you shared with Alexia and Leila.

The little art decor on the walls to your left also gave it away, as well as the picture of you three together that was hung right in front of you.

In the bedroom. You were in the bedroom, your naked back touching the blanket that you threw lazily on top of the bed that morning to make the room look more organised.

All your hard work was for nothing, given that you were sure pillows were lying on the floor, as well as clothing scattered around the beige rug by the door.

But the mess wasn't bothering you, nor was your confusion; however, your neck was, it was sore and tender.

Your arms too, they felt weak, as if your muscles fibres had worked themself thin, which they had, considering you spent almost an hours holding yourself on all four.

You weren't sure if your arm strength would ever come back, right now it felt like only a long night of sleep would fix your body back to what it was before.

Sleep. You so much wanted to sleep. Your eyelids were so heavy, begging you to keep them closed. Your mind was playing tricks on you, telling you to let yourself go into a soothing haze of unconsciousness.

But there were voices around you, voices that were getting in the way of your sleep.

Voices you knew and loved but couldn't quite identify. Still, you felt secure enough not to freak out, secure enough to lean into the palm that was resting on your face; it was warm, grounding, reminding yourself to stay here, not to drift to whatever place your tired mind was pulling you into.

The palm was rubbing your cheek with its thumb. It felt good, you wanted it more; you wanted to relax into the palm, melt yourself into it, but the voice kept talking.

You sighed, keeping your eyes shut, as if it would make the voice go away.

"Please, bebé, open your eyes," the voice said. It sounded calm, but more like a forced calm, as if the person was a bit anxious but trying hard to sound soothing and tranquil.

You moved your head to the side, and the palm left your face. Now two hands were cupping your jaw, turning you once again.

You didn't like being turned around, didn't like how the voices didn't stop.

You wanted to sleep. You were confused and thirsty. The inside of your thighs burned, and your lower lip was stinging, as if something had bitten it.

You slipped your tongue out, touching your dry lips with its tip, and that's what did it. You winced; It hurt. Your lips were so sensitive that you had no other choice but to open your eyes, trying to find the reason behind the pain.

Alexia's eyes were carefully watching you. When your irises met, the frown on her face relaxed, turning into a smile. One you missed so much, but for whatever reason, your mind didn't find it comforting.

"Hi, bebé," Alexia said in a whisper, kissing your cheeks and wrapping her arms around your torso, lying on top of you just enough to kiss your neck, which was still very much sensitive. "You were gone for so long. Lei and I missed you."

At the mention of Leila, your body went completely rigid, and the memories of what had just happened flashed behind your eyes.

Every place Alexia had bitten, every skin Leila had kissed to make it better, every hickey Alexia left on your body, every mark Leila licked slowly.

Alexia had been mean to you. Leila had been an accomplice.

Both of them brought you from heaven to hell in the matter of a few hours.

You deserved it, though. But still, your body felt somewhat betrayed, somewhat grateful. It didn't know how to feel; it only knew that you were still wet, still needy, all marked up and very much surrounded by your girlfriends' presence, who, frustratingly, didn't seem the least bit interested in bringing you any type of release.

Alexia and Leila had gone away to a three-day camp in Madrid. It was a short period, just for media training, photo shoots and light drills.

You, on the other hand, stayed home, a pout on your face as they stood on the front door, wearing the Spain confederation uniform, with their suitcases in hand, ready to take an Uber to the airport.

Alexia loved rules; she loved being in control. She got off on knowing that, even if she was far away, she could somehow have a hold on you. Leila was more laid back and chill.

Together, they created an amazing duo, both in bed with you and on the field with the team.

Alexia (always the bossy one) usually sat you down before any flights to tell you about the dos and don'ts while they were away. To talk about rules and expectations while they were absent.

But this time around, she didn't.

She and Leila finished packing their belonging in the carry-on bag, kissed you on the cheek, and left the house holding hands, telling you they would be back in no time.

And because Alexia hadn't left any specific rules (like she usually did) you thought you could touch yourself as much as you wanted to.

Well, actually…

Alexia did have a few rules that didn't need repeating. Normally, coming without permission was one of them.

When they were away, you had to ask them by message if you could touch yourself. Usually, they let you do it while both Alexia and Leila were on speaker, listening to your voice and walking you through it.

But this time, since Alexia didn't mention anything, you figured it was okay. Maybe it had been just left unsaid that you were allowed to do it, that neither she nor Leila would mind.

So you did it. You touched yourself whenever you felt like it, and you didn't call them. You didn't text them to let them know.

But you tried, they couldn't deny you that.

In the middle of the first night, you called Leila, but Alexia was the one who picked up. Her voice was so tired that you instantly felt guilty for calling while your fingers were deep inside your cunt.

Alexia tried to pretend she wasn't tired. She explained Leila was already asleep, but that you could talk to her, that she missed hearing your voice, that she wanted to what about your day, and that she would tell Leila first thing in the morning that you had called.

The guilt made you mumble something about just wanting to say goodnight, then you turned off the phone.

If they were too busy, surely there wouldn't be a problem if you made yourself come? You did call them, and once again, Alexia hadn't reinforced the "no orgasm while we're away" rule.

You came twice that night.

But it didn't feel as good, not because you didn't know how to pleasure yourself, but because the after was different. You felt lonely when you reached your orgasm.

Leila wasn't there to call you pretty, Alexia didn't kiss your belly and remind you to breathe. They weren't there, so it didn't feel as enjoyable as you wished it did

And that was your sin. The need for affection. The need for your girls.

The next day, you woke up still feeling needy, missing Ale and Lei, craving their presence. Longing that they would hug you, kiss your forehead. That they would make you come with their hands and with their mouth, and that you would do the same to them.

During breakfast, you video-chatted them and let it slip that you had touched yourself. You didn't plan to do it, but Alexia asked how your night was, and you told her (accidentally) about how you wished she and Leila had been there, sharing the same bedsheets as you.

It was like you could see the sunny day in Madrid turning into a cloudy one just from the look of anger and disappointment on Alexia's face.

They were in their shared room at the camp, talking to you while also getting ready to go eat some breakfast with the rest of the team.

"You did what?" Alexia asked as soon as you told her what you did the night before, clearly not comprehending how you had said it like it wasn't a big deal. As if you haven't just broken a rule. A very important one in Alexia's opinion.

Leila, who was in the back of the screen, putting her hair in a ponytail, stopped what she was doing to listen to the conversation happening in front of her, already sensing where this was going

"Uhmm," you looked to the side, trying to find a way out of the situation, but there was none.

Not with the way Alexia's eyes seemed to pierce through you (even through the screen), and not with the way Leila was looking at you like a child who knew she was in trouble. "I-I touched myself."

"With whose permission?" Alexia asked, lifting a brow.

"You-you didn't say anything about not touching myself this time," you tried to defend yourself.

Leila instantly facepalmed, as if watching you dig your own grave.

Alexia took the phone, holding it close to her face. Dangerously close.

"You better have enjoyed it," she said carefully, her voice low and dangerous. "You won't come for the next week."

And just like that, the phone seemed to have been tossed onto the hotel bed. You were staring at a white ceiling, your heart hammering against your ribcage.

You were in so much trouble. You couldn't even begin to imagine what Alexia was going to do.

Alexia and Leila were the dominant ones. They took turns on who had the upper hand; it worked for them. You, on the other hand, were completely submissive. You did whatever they asked, whatever they desired.

You wanted to be good for them, to be their best girl, always. To make them proud, to make them see how well behaved you were, how well you could follow rules, how well you listened to them.

Although you were anything but good, now.

You knew you had stretched things a bit too far. But you were so wet thinking about Alexia and Leila…they were so far away, sharing a room in Madrid while you were all alone in Barcelona.

At the time, it seemed fair to give yourself a little orgasm (or two), but now, you regretted it.

Your heart hurt at the thought of Alexia leaving the phone (leaving you) to do god knows what. She tended to do that when punishing you for misbehaving: not giving you attention, letting Leila handle you.

Which is exactly what happened.

Leila's face appeared on the screen. She was sitting on the bed, holding the phone with one hand.

"Mi corazón," she began, disappointment in her voice. "Why did you do it? Why couldn't you wait a few more days?"

You looked down, not wanting to see Leila's face, not when she wasn't looking at you with pride or happiness.

"I'm sorry, Lei," you said, your voice barely above a whisper

"I didn't ask if you were sorry or not. I asked why you did it," Leila said, her tone more firm now.

"I was just feeling lonely, and—"

"That's not a reason," Leila interrupted. "I thought you were better than that. That you had more control. That you respected our rules more. But I guess I was wrong."

You wanted to cry. You didn't like it when they talked to you like that, let alone Leila, who was the more gentle one.

Some people got off on being a brat on purpose, on being scolded. You didn't. You were good. You wanted to be praised. To be everything they expected and more.

"Hey," Leila softened, seeing the single tear rolling down your cheek. "Don't cry, corazón. Come on, wipe your cheek for me."

You did as Leila asked, looking at her through the phone, a pout on your face, trying to hold more tears in.

"I'm not mad, alright?" Leila said.

"But Ale is," you whispered again, surprised that Leila even heard it.

"Well—" Leila sighed. "You know she doesn't like it when you break the rules. Now you're going to have to deal with that."

"I don't want to deal with that, Lei," you whined. "Can you talk to her, please?"

Leila shook her head. "No, corazón. I agree with Alexia. You broke a rule, and you need to be punished for it."

"But—"

"I'm only sad I won't get to make you come when I get back," Leila said. "I was already planning so many things for me and Alexia to do with you—"

"You-you can still do it, Lei," you said, feeling yourself get wet thinking about them touching, kissing, and biting you.

"I know," Leila sighed. "We'll do as we please with you. You just won't be allowed to come."

You didn't answer, regret burning inside you.

You were excited for the girls to come back, but right now, you wished they would stay two more days in Madrid, just so you could be more ready and prepared.

But you didn't have much time. '

The next day, at exactly 8 PM, Alexia and Leila walked through your front door. They were tired, you could see it, but the moment they saw you, their sleepiness disappeared.

Leila had a grin on her face, and Alexia watched you like she was ready to catch a prey.

Alexia destroyed you while Leila put you back together.

Alexia edged you more times than you could count. You were close to coming, but she always knew the signs, always took her mouth or hands away right at the edge.

She made sure to fuck Leila with the strap right in front of you, made you look at Leila's face when she came, and you didn't.

By the last time, when Alexia was fucking you with her fingers and sucking your tits into her mouth, Leila realised you were already gone.

You were mumbling things that didn't make sense, your hands were trying to grip the blanket, but you didn't have any strength anymore.

Leila stepped in.

Your body was completely limp, but you were strong enough to move just a little, to the right, into Leila's waiting arms. She let you rest your head on her chest while she rubbed your back and scratched your scalp.

"Shh," Leila whispered into your ear. "It's okay now. You were so good for us."

"Not to Alexia," you mumbled.

Leila and Alexia looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

"Of course you were good to me," Alexia said, coming closer but hesitating. "Your punishment was not coming, and you took it very well."

She kissed the top of your head, but you were confused now. You didn't want Alexia.

You wanted Leila, and only Leila. It was like your body knew. It knew who had comforted you and who had pushed you to the edge, the reason you were now a whining, overstimulated mess.

"No," you managed to say, burying your face in Leila's chest while lifting a weak hand to push Alexia's face away.

Leila stopped rubbing your back. You heard Alexia hold her breath.

"No?" Alexia repeated, confused. "Bebé, what—?"

"Just want Lei," you mumbled, trying to be closer to her, even though it was impossible.

"Hey," Leila said softly. "What colour, corazón?"

"G-green," you answered quickly. "Just… wanna be with you for a moment."

Leila looked at Alexia, uncertain. This had never happened before. And both she and Alexia had delivered worse punishments than orgasm denial, so your reluctance to be near Alexia now was strange.

Alexia looked hurt. Leila saw it immediately, the way her mouth opened slightly, like she wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words.

Alexia was always tense, always carrying something heavy on her back, but during sex, she let go. She enjoyed herself because she trusted that Leila and you would follow her lead.

But right now, Alexia's body was completely tense. She didn't know what to do, how to navigate this. And Leila saw that it was eating her alive.

"Corazón," Leila shifted until she was sitting upright, forcing you to sit on her lap. "Ale just wants to hug you. Give you aftercare. You love aftercare, don't you?"

"Don't want it," you said, your voice filled with sleep, making your words sound incomprehensible.

You were so tired. You just wanted to sleep. It didn't matter if you needed a shower or food; the last scene had taken so much from you. You just needed Leila to make it better. To let you rest with her.

"But baby—" Leila began, but Alexia cut her off with a soft kiss on the lips.

"It's okay, Lei," Alexia said, a sad smile on her face. "She doesn't want me right now. She's allowed to feel like that, okay, bebé?" she added gently, directing it towards you.

You acknowledged it with the smallest nod, face still pressed to Leila. trying to absorb the warmth of her body.

"I'll—" Alexia stood from the bed, still completely naked, but not caring too much about it. "—make dinner, I guess."

Alexia was never the one responsible for dinner; she didn't like to cock; She wasn't even sure what she was going to cook. She just knew she couldn't stay in the room, not while you so clearly didn't want her presence.

Maybe she had gone too far. Maybe edging you seven times was… humanly cruel.

Still, Alexia didn't know exactly how to feel as she bent over, slipped Leila's shirt over her torso, and walked barefoot to the kitchen.

This had never happened before. You not wanting her. Usually, you begged to be in her arms after sex. But now it seemed Leila was the only one you chose.

Maybe she had pushed too far. Maybe she shouldn't have gone so hard, especially knowing you were softer than most people when it came to sex.

You didn't mind impact play, restraints, toys, but just as long as she or Leila talked you through it. As long as you were praised while they did whatever they wanted to you.

Alexia had been cold tonight. She couldn't deny that.

On the way home from the airport, Leila had kept a grounding hand on her bouncing thigh, gently reminding her not to take things too far. That you had missed them. That you just wanted a little relief, a little comfort.

Maybe Alexia should have listened. Maybe she should've pampered you instead. But you hadn't used your safe word, and she had checked in with you more than once; it wasn't like the scene had actually hurt you.

Leila had also kept a close eye on you, making sure you were okay and comfortable. And you were okay. Y

You just needed a minute. And Alexia could respect that. She would make it up to you, somehow.

Alexia boiled water, watching it bubble as she dropped the pasta in. She stood there, silently observing the way each rigid piece softened and curled under the heat of the water.

She was going to make your and Leila's favourite dish, pasta and chicken. Even if she wasn't a pasta girl. She'd always preferred rice or lentils.

She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the footsteps. But then she felt it…Leila's arms wrapped around her from behind, her lips kissing her temple.

"This smells great," Leila said, lips brushing her skin.

"It's garlic," Alexia smiled.

"I'm not talking about the food." Then Leila got on her tiptoes, resting her chin on Alexia's head. "It's your shampoo."

"It's the same one you use," Alexia said, rolling her eyes fondly as she kept chopping vegetables.

"I have good taste."

"You do, yeah."

They fell into silence. Leila kept stealing kisses as Alexia cooked. She didn't need to ask; she knew you were asleep by now. You always were, after something intense.

Alexia just wanted to be the one holding you, not standing over boiling water and chopped tomatoes. But Leila was there, warm and comforting against her, making her feel loved, so it was good for now.

When Alexia started moving around the kitchen, searching for more ingredients and utensils, Leila climbed onto the counter, watching her closely. Trying to read her.

Alexia knew that look well. It was the same one Leila had worn years ago when they first met at the Spain U15 camp. Like she didn't have a clue about who Alexia was, but wanted to discover all of her secrets.

Alexia put the chicken in the oven and set a timer, then she finally met Leila's eyes.

She was wearing Alexia's shorts that were too loose on her thighs, and one of your oversized shirts. She looked beautiful, comfortable and soft. Out of the three of you, Leila was the definition of home.

Alexia wanted to let the food burn and drag you both to bed, wrap a blanket around all three of you, and order takeout. Let you two fight over the film you were going to watch, and then, let you fall asleep on her chest, each girl at her side.

"You're upset," Leila said quietly, her brow arched, as if she already knew everything, but still gave Alexia space to answer.

She never pushed Alexia to answer, even though Ale was always more reserved with her feelings. She knew Alexia just needed space, a few moments of silence before talking about how she was feeling.

"I'm not, actually," Alexia replied, starting to set the table.

"When you're upset, you do everything you can to not deal with it," Leila said matter-of-factly. "You've always been like that."

Alexia hummed, placing each plate down with more care than necessary. "You seem to know me very well."

"I do." Leila hopped off the counter and walked over, resting her hands on Alexia's hips, turning her gently until their eyes met. "It was just a lot for her. She's used to you folding at everything she asks in bed, and—"

"I don't fold!"

"You do."

"I don't!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Leila teased, rolling her eyes. "But as I was saying, you've never denied her anything. Especially not after both of us were away. She was upset. She didn't want punishment."

"And what did she want?" Alexia asked a little defensively. "An orgasm?"

She had talked to Leila, and they both had agreed to the punishment, but now it seemed like it was a decision made purely by Alexia, which was frustrating.

"No," Leila said patiently. "She didn't just want an orgasm, she wanted you, us! She wanted us to have sex, not to be punished. "

Alexia furrowed her eyebrows, feeling slightly irritated by the conversation. She was already feeling guilty; she didn't need Leila reminding her how harsh she had been to you.

Leila noticed how Alexia's back straightened, how her lips tightened. She was getting mad, and Leila didn't want that.

The brunette leaned over, kissing Alexia's forehead, making Ale soften (just a little bit).

"Don't get me wrong, mi reina," Leila said, her lips still touching Alexia's skin, "I agree with the punishment, you know I do. I'm just saying that given the circumstances, her reaction is normal."

"I just…" Alexia sighed and let her forehead fall into Leila's shoulder. "I just wanted to cuddle her."

"I know," Leila said. "Maybe she'll wake up feeling better and—"

And just like that, you appeared in the kitchen.

You were wearing pyjamas now, Leila had dressed in before you fell asleep. Your hair was still a mess, but your makeup was gone, thanks to Leila, who had wiped it off before making her way to the kitchen to talk to Alexia.

You looked a little dazed, having that usual confused expression on your face whenever you woke up from a nap, without knowing what time of the day it was.

Even though you were a bit sleepy, your mind wasn't confused anymore. You rubbed your face from sleep and, without saying anything, you walked straight to Alexia and Leila and squeezed yourself in between the two girls' embrace. They welcomed you.

"Hi, bebé," Alexia said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to her and Leila. "Feeling better now?"

It took you a moment to answer, but not because you didn't know how you felt, but because you were so warm between both your girls, you just wanted a moment to enjoy it.

You had missed them. Even though they had only been away a few days, the football calendar was always so relentless that even when they were home, the time together never felt like enough. It felt rushed and ephemeral.

Before your nap, you had been a mess of feelings.

You felt guilty for having touched yourself and broken Alexia and Leila's rule. You were needy and horny, desperate for an orgasm. You missed their presence, craved their comfort.

A small part of you had hoped Alexia would let it go tonight, that she would skip the punishment and just let the three of you enjoy the evening.

When that didn't happen, frustration had completely taken over you. Your brain had turned to mush after being edged for the seventh time, and all you wanted was some kind of comfort, a touch that wasn't teasing or disciplinary.

So you reached for Leila. Not because you were rejecting Alexia, but because in that moment, your body needed something soft. Something safe, and Leila was that person.

"I didn't mean to make you sad," you said after a few seconds of silence, feeling Alexia's hand slide beneath your shirt, rubbing soothing circles on your back. "It wasn't my intention… I wasn't really thinking straight."

"No te preocupes, bebé," Alexia said gently. "I was a bit harsh with you, I know. And if at any moment you want space from me, or from anything, we can pause, sí? I'll always respect that." [Don't worry, baby.]

The soft moment was broken by Leila's stomach growling.

Alexia smiled and showed you the pot of pasta she'd made, and you were quick to help her set the table and take the chicken from the oven. Meanwhile, Leila got up and served each of your plates.

You three ate and talked about the time away; the girls told stories from camp, and you told them about everything that happened at work. After that, you all cleaned the kitchen and cuddled on the sofa.

"Now you come here," Alexia murmured while Leila made popcorn in the kitchen.

She wrapped her arms around your torso, her big hands covering most of your belly. As if you weighed nothing, she placed you down on her lap.

Your legs were spread on the sofa, your back pressed to Alexia's front while she pampered kisses on your neck, shoulder, cheeks… everywhere her lips could touch.

"I missed you so much," Alexia said, her lips never leaving you, her hands holding your hip down, not letting you move. "Leila and I did. I don't think we actually told you that yet."

"You did tell me." You replied, tilting your head to the left so Alexia would have more space.

The first pop of the popcorn made you flinch, but once again, Alexia was holding you, keeping you in place, grounding. "Just after you guys got home."

"Yeah? I guess one time wasn't enough." Alexia's hands moved from your hip to your abdomen.

You held your breath just as she slipped her hands under your underwear. "I missed you, bebé. I missed your voice, your scent, your kiss, your pussy, everything."

"Ugh," You moaned as Alexia brushed her index finger on your clit, so slowly that you had to move your hips to create more friction. "I-I missed you too, Ale."

"What did you miss most?" Alexia bit into your neck. Hard. But you were too focused on the warmth that was blooming in your belly to care about the love bite.

"I-I don't know." You were starting to get confused again, especially with how Alexia's fingers had just made their way inside of your cunt, filling you in a way you didn't know you needed. "E-everything? I guess- Oh god, more?"

"No," Alexia said, it was soft, but her voice carried a string of dominance that told you she wasn't playing around. "You're a smart girl, I'm sure you can use your words."

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall back to Alexia's shoulder. The TV playing in front of you was getting on your nerves; it was playing a stupid reality show. It was distracting; all you wanted was to focus on Alexia.

"I missed your mouth, how you wake me up with your tongue on me," You said shyly, but the thrust of her fingers on your cunt was giving you the confidence you needed.

"I-I missed how you fingered Lei and let me watch while touching myself, I miss how you give me breakfast in bed after a rough night…. I missed everything, Ale."

Alexia hummed, content. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear, bebé."

Alexia picked the pace of her fingers, bringing one of her hands under your shirt, touching your nipples, taking them in between her fingers. "Do you wanna know what Lei and I did while we were in Madrid?"

You nodded desperately.

Just as Alexia was about to speak, Leila walked into the living room, a bowl of popcorn in hand. Giving, by the way she stopped at the arched doorway, she wasn't expecting to find Alexia touching you.

A smile tugged at her lips, and she took one step closer. You didn't need to see Alexia's face to know she was grinning.

"Started without me?" Leila said, a faux pout on her face. "Rude."

"Bebé just couldn't help herself, Leila," Alexia explained smugly. "When I touched her pussy, she was already wet."

Leila stood in front of you, placing the popcorn bowl on the cofffee table before cupping your jaw. "Is Ale touching you nicely, corazón?"

"Sí," you replied. They always loved it when you spoke Spanish. It made them happy, proud.

Alexia curled her fingers inside of you, and you moaned right in Leila's face. "So loud you are, you must be really desperate."

"I am," you said, pouting. "Always am for you and Ale."

Alexia chucked behind you, adding a third finger, making your back arch.

Leila tapped your lips. "Open, bebé."

You obeyed, opening your mouth and showing her your tongue. Leila leaned over and spit on your tongue. Your eyes widened, but then your body relaxed. Enjoying it.

Leila let go of your jaw, taking the bowl and sitting in an armchair right in front of you and Alexia. She tucked her legs in, watching you carefully.

"Swallow." She said simply.

You just got wetter at the command. Alexia must have felt the same, because her touch on your body became rigid, as if she was trying hard not to lose control.

You swallowed and showed Leila your tongue again.

"Perfecto, preciosa," Leila smiled. "Keep going, I want to watch you two."

Leila began eating popcorn, as if she were watching her favourite film. Maybe she was.

"I was about to tell her, Lei, about all the things we did back at Madrid," Alexia said, her fingers still working inside of you, her mouth moving against the skin of your neck.

"Oh," Leila said, grinning. "About how we rubbed our pussies together every morning? To start the day off right?"

"Sí," Alexia noticed how you were contracting around her finger, so she started to move slowly. "How you have me on all four, fucked me with the strap."

"Please—" you rolled your eyes. It was too much. Alexia's touch was delicious, and the pictures flashing on your eyes about Alexia's and Leila's naked bodies were making you wetter, getting you close to your climax.

In a normal situation, you would get jealous that they were having so much fun and you weren't. But this wasn't a normal situation. Alexia was fingering you while Leila watched. You felt more horny with each of the girls' confessions.

"Did you know that on the first night Lei got on her knees and sucked my strap, bebé?" Alexia whispered. "She was so good, got me nice and ready to fuck her pussy, I wonder if you would be as good."

"I would be good," you said out of breath. "Very good, Ale."

"We have to wait and see," Alexia said. "Tomorrow you can suck me off while Lei fucks you, does that sound good?"

"Sí, sí," you rolled your eyes. "Ale—please, I'm so close and…"

"You won't come, bebé," Leila said from the other side of the room. You just realised that she didn't have any pants on. Her fingers were deep in her pussy, touching herself. She was so wet, you could see her folds glistening with arousal. "We've already talked about that."

"But—"

"No," Alexia said, not leaving any room for argument. "You won't come for a week, that's the consequence of breaking our rules."

"I-i thought I already took my punishment." You whined when Alexia took all of her fingers from you, cleaning them on your thigh as she kissed your cheek.

"You did take your punishment," Alexia said. "But not all of it, just six more days and Lei and I will make sure to make up for it."

"But Ale, I wan—"

Alexia cupped your jaw and turned your head to her; her lips were pressed together. "I'm sure you don't want to extend your punishment, right?"

You shook your head, defeated.

"Good," Alexia brought your face closer to her and kissed your lips. "Now go make Lei come, she spent our whole time in Madrid complaining about how she missed your mouth."

You were sad that you wouldn't get to come, but knowing that Leila had wanted your mouth was enough to make your pout disappear. from your face.

You got up from Alexia's lap. She didn't waste a second before slapping your ass. You whined. It was going to leave a mark, for sure.

Before you could take a step, Leila spoke.

"No, no walking," she added a third finger in her pussy, moving them slowly. "Crawl to me, bebé."

You hesitated, looking at her, before turning your head to Alexia. You had never crawled before. You weren't sure what to do.

Alexia placed a comforting hand on your back. "Go, mi amor, crawl to Lei, she's been so patient, so good for you. Don't you think she deserves it?"

You looked at Leila once more, then your gaze dropped to her cunt. It was like you were bewitched.

You dropped to your knees before getting on all fours, making your way to Leila. The hardwood floor was cold against your knees, but it didn't matter now.

In less than thirty seconds, you were kneeling in front of Leila. She spread her legs wider, taking her finger out of her cunt. She placed a palm on your cheek and brought your face closer to her core.

"Lick me, love," Leila purred, eyes already closing as you slowly ran your tongue up and down her cunt, spreading her wetness, taking a moment to bite the inside of her thighs.

"How does Bebé feel, Lei?" Alexia asked, her voice a little muffled now that your head was in between Leila's thighs.

"Divine, Ale," Leila held your head even closer to her, you could barely breathe, but you enjoyed it.

You liked struggling to let air into your lungs, how it burned as your diaphragm fought to gasp for oxygen.

It made you feel dizzy all over again, but you kept licking Leila, thrusting your tongue inside her pussy just to wrap your lips around clit and suck it, hearing her moans, feeling her tugging at your hair.

"We taught her well, huh?" Alexia said. "Just the best girl for us. She can be polite when she wants to, right?"

Both you and Leila nodded.

Your chin was wet with Leila's arousal, and it was dripping on your face. You were feeling hot, almost as if you had a fever.

"Bebé, make Lei come," Alexia ordered. "I want to see her face, she looks so pretty when she comes. Can you do it for me?"

You didn't answer, you just keep sucking at her clit, your hands holding Leila in place, your palms each at her hip, not letting her move, or else, you wouldn't be able to get the job done.

It didn't take long.

Leila was coming on your tongue. letting out the most beautiful noises you've ever heard.

You rode her high with her, licking her pussy softly, trying not to overstimulate her. You only stopped when she lightly tapped your cheek.

You looked up, still on the ground, face a complete mess. Cheeks red with the lost of air, lips swollen from sucking her for so long.

"Come here, bonita," Leila said, helping you from the ground. She left her back relaxed against the armchair and pressed your back against her body, wrapping her arms around you.

"You looked lovely on your knees," Alexia said as you watched her. She had a smile on her face, clearly happy with the scene in front of her.

"The best," Leila murmured, nudging her nose on your temple before leaving a kiss there. "Gracias, bebé."

"Love you, Lei," you said in a small voice, letting our eyes close. You were, once again, very tired.

"I think it's time to sleep, now," Alexia said, getting up from her seat and walking to the armchair.

"No, we agreed on watching a film together," you mumbled, feeling your body relax even more against Leila.

"Baby, you can't barely keep your eyes open, come on," Alexia helped you on your feet, kissing your forehead before leaning over and kissing Leila's lips. "Lei, I'm gonna prepare a bath for you, alright? Just stay here."

Leila nodded, letting her eyes fall shut. Now that you weren't on her lap, she could shift herself into a more comfortable position.

"Come with me, bebé," Alexia said, taking your hand and leading you out of the living room, straight to the bathroom.

She sat you on the bathroom counter, pecking your lips. "You taste just like Leila," Alexia murmured against your lips.

"Want you, Ale," You said, looking down at your left dangling from the counter. "Wanna taste you too, please?"

Alexia smiled, kissing your cheek. "Tomorrow. Now you have to sleep and Leila needs a bath, alright?"

"First thing in the morning?" You looked up at the captain with big eyes.

"Sí," she promised. She took your toothbrush and handed it to you. "Brush your teeth while I get Leila's bath ready."

You did as you were told, watching Alexia move around the bathroom getting everything done. When you were done brushing your teeth, Alexia was already in front of you, wiping your face with a warm cloth.

"Are you tired?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, feeling your eyes heavy. "But I wanted to stay awake with you and Lei."

Alexia chuckled and kissed your forehead. "We're just gonna take a bath and get back to bed, yeah?"

Alexia helped you off the counted and put you in bed, tucking you in.

It didn't take you much to fall asleep. Alexia had given you your favourite pillow, wrapping you in the warmest blanket.

"I love you," Alexia said tenderly. "Lei and I will be back in a minute, sí? You can sleep now."

With that, you let your body relax, falling asleep in the best sleep you've had in days.

Alexia had kept her promise.

She went to the living room and helped Leila to her feet. She got in the bath with her, kissing her neck, telling her how beautiful she looked all spread open. They didn't do anything besides kissing. Both girls were too tired.

Alexia scrubbed Leila's body, and the brunette did the same.

When they were all done, Leila let her body fall onto the mattress right next to you. She kissed your head, wrapping one arm around your waist, bringing your sleeping figure closer to her.

You were so soft, so beautiful. She truly had missed you. Spending some time alone with Alexia at camp was amazing, but it always felt as if a piece was missing.

Alexia crawled into bed, kissing Leila one last time before lying on your other side. She nuzzled her face into your back, pecking your neck before letting her eyes fall shut.

Alexia loved being a footballer, but she hated how many times she had to be away from you, how you couldn't travel with her.

She just wished she could put you and Leila in her pocket and take the two of you everywhere she went.

She wanted to keep the two of you close, always near her chest.

"You are taking my blanket," Alexia heard Leila mumble against her pillow.

"I'm not," Alexia replied, eyes still closed, face pressed to your body.

"You are," Leila pushed the blanket, wrapping it around her body.

Okay, maybe Alexia did in fact steal her blanket. "You always do it."

"Shut up, you two," you said, voice filled with sleep. "I'm tired."

With that, both girls closed their mouths, trying to fall back to sleep again. It wasn't so hard. Sleep came naturally when you were feeling safe and loved.

A/n: This had been in my mind for a couple of days now, hope you guys liked it!

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[wosodream]

Lovesick - Grace Clinton

Summary: Y/n and Grace finally see each other after 2 months away at a Lionesses dinner, and they just can't hide their relationship for much longer

Warnings: (+18) soft smut, fingering (r receiving), oral (r giving), and scissoring

Word count: 2.2k

Infos: lioness reader/ barcelona reader

A/n: An anon sent me and @pitchsidestories the same request, and we ended up writing it, please check the girlies stories here!

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Y/n liked to think she was punctual, that if she wanted to get to a place on time, she could. But that wasn't always true; right now, she was late for the first Lionesses' dinner of the season.

The dinner was important. It was the last team gathering before the upcoming international breaks, with the Euros being the main focus. 

The players had all been called up to the squad, but hadn't had a chance to train yet, so the dinner was the place where all the Lionesses players were going to be reunited after the lengthy domestic season they had just had.

Being on time was crucial, but of course, Y/n completely failed at it.

Y/n hadn't meant to be late. It wasn't exactly ideal to be the last one walking into a dinner hosted by the entire England squad, but she got the worst traffic ever in her life. 

It was like everyone with a car in London decided to take them to the streets and forgot how to drive them.

And when she actually got to the dinner's location, a five-star restaurant called The Ledbury, she realised no one was there. 

She went to check her phone, and there it was; she had read the address wrong. The dinner was in the restaurant she was at, but it was in another franchise, the one in Notting Hill, not in Shepherd's Bush, where she was.

When she realised her mistake, she quickly jumped into her car and made her way to the right restaurant. When she got there, she was shown to her table at the back of the restaurant, a private area where all of her friends and teammates were.

She was on her way to hug Maya when she saw Grace.

She froze on the spot.

She hadn't expected Grace to be there.

It might sound ridiculous, especially since Grace had been in the senior squad for a few years now, but Grace had told Y/n just a week ago during a phone call that she wouldn't make it. 

She had said she was focusing on physio work for her ankle that she had twisted a few games back.

After that, they hadn't talked. Y/n knew Grace was tied up with media stuff at Manchester United. Photoshoots, interviews, all the little postseason things players get pulled into.

Y/n also didn't have much free time. Playing for Barcelona was physically and mentally draining, though the club and the girls were amazing. Still, the hard training sessions got to her. Neither Y/n nor Grace had much time to spend together, they had kilometres and an ocean between them.

It had been nearly two months since they last saw each other in person when Grace came to Spain to visit Y/n on an insufferably short break. After that, they only ever saw each other through late-night FaceTimes, whispering soft ‘I miss you’ as they both fell asleep, their phones still in hand.

They hadn't told anyone yet. Not officially.

Of course, there were a few suspicious glances here and there; the Lionesses didn't know what it meant to be out of other people's business. 

Y/n always noticed how Lucy would side-eye her texts last camp, when Y/n was called up but Grace wasn't, due to a small injury. Or how Tooney would always like the (very friendly) messages Grace would comment on Y/n's Instagram posts.

But still. Nothing confirmed.

Just two friends. Two Lionesses. Two teammates.

Y/n tugged her black coat tighter around her as she rounded the table and sat herself on the only free chair, her name written on a little paper. She looked from the paper to the front of her, where Grace was sitting.

The others continued their conversations and their drinking, but Grace and Y/n could only look at each other.

Grace winked at Y/n, who smiled shyly.

She looked around, no one was paying attention to them, so she quickly placed her hand under the table and looked for Grace's hand. Once she found the familiar warm skin, she held to it.

It wasn't much, and after such a long time apart, she needed so much more, but for now, it was enough.

The food arrived, and everybody began eating as they talked about every subject they could think of. Football dominated the conversation–their clubs, what was good, what was bad. 

Team rivals like Leah and Aggie rolled their eyes at each other while discussing the women's league in England, while Y/n and Earps exchanged stories about their time in Spain and France.

Dinner had ended, and with the cocktail bar now open, the group drifted over for drinks and finger food. It wasn’t a formal dinner anymore, just a casual get-together between old friends.

Y/n was leaning over the bar, mixing her drink, when she felt a presence behind her. She didn't know why she knew right away it was Grace. It wasn't her perfume–she was wearing a new one. It wasn't her shampoo either; this scent Y/n had never smelled before. Maybe Y/n had just grown accustomed to her shadow.

Either way, she slowly turned around and met Grace's blue eyes. Now that she was standing up, Y/n noticed how beautiful she was. Her hair was down on her back, something rare since Grace almost always kept it in a bun. Her outfit was stunning too–a sleek black vest with matching pants.

She was astonishing. Y/n felt like she couldn't breathe, couldn't blink, afraid she might miss this moment and suddenly find herself back in Spain, away from Grace.

“Hi,” Grace said, tilting her head in a cute way that made Y/n want to scream into a pillow while kicking her legs.

God, how could she have a crush on her girlfriend?

“Hi there,” Y/n said, waving her hand.

“I missed you,” Grace said, watching her surroundings and making sure no one was purposely paying attention to them before taking a step closer. “A lot. Sorry, I couldn't pick you up at the airport.”

“It's okay,” Y/n said, smiling. “Mom picked me up, it was all good, although I would much prefer not to have to listen to all the family drama that happened while I was away.”

Grace hummed. “I guess you can't get away from that.”

“I can't,” Y/n agreed, getting closer to Grace. “I'm glad, though.”

Maybe it was the alcohol in Y/n's body, maybe it was the 62 days away from Grace–she wasn't sure of the reason–but she didn't step away when Grace placed a hand on her hip in the crowded room filled with their teammates. ”

“Yeah?” Grace said. “Glad about what?”

“That I can't get away from everything happening here in England,” Y/n said, watching as Grace's lips drew closer to hers. “That I can't get away from you.”

Y/n tilted her head, just a little, like a silent ‘can I?’

Grace’s eyes softened, and she gave the smallest nod.

They kissed, very slowly, very deliberately. It wasn't necessarily a dirty kiss, but they weren't shy about it, either.

Yn didn't plan for their first kiss in two months to be in the middle of a restaurant in London, surrounded by The Lionesses. Taken by the way Grace was blushing, she didn't either.

But it didn't matter now.

Then, of course, their sweet moment was interrupted by one of the girls. Poor Alessia was gasping, in a way Y/n knew she didn't mean to–she was always very subtle when it came to her teammates' love lives.

Someone definitely swore. Y/n bet on Leah. There were a few claps, too, coming from the other side of the bar, probably from Lucy and Millie.

But Y/n didn't care.

All she could feel was Grace's smile against her mouth and the warmth radiating from her body.

When they finally pulled apart, Grace kept her forehead pressed against Y/n's.

“I'm gonna kiss you again,” Grace whispered.

“You better.”

And they did.

...

The rest of the evening was a blur. Everyone had questions and realisations, of course.

‘How long have you been dating?”

“Who said 'I love you' first?!”

“Oh god! That's why you two always share a room during camp!”

‘Where did you guys first hook up?”

‘Tooney!”

Y/n and Grace were sitting side by side on the bar stools, their legs tangled together, sharing glances like they couldn't quite believe it was real. They had each other again, and now everyone knew.

It was heaven.

Grace's hand rested gently on Y/n's thigh, her fingers drawing little circles on her skin. Y/n had to keep biting her lip just to keep from smiling like a lovesick idiot.

She failed. Repeatedly.

..

The door shut with a click and they were alone, for the first time in two months. Nothing stood between them now, except for their clothes, but judging by the way Grace was looking at Y/n, they wouldn’t be on for much longer.

Grace took a step further and pushed Y/n gently against the wall, lips already on hers, hands holding the hem of her vest, already pulling it off of her body, her naked torso pressing against her clothed one.

“I wanted to kiss you all night,” Grace murmured between kisses.

“You did. In front of the whole squad,” Y/n whispered back, tugging her closer. “Forgot that already?”

Grace’s hands found her hips, dragging her forward. “Uhum. You need to remind me again.”

The rest of their clothes hit the floor slowly. They were a tangled of limps on the bed as Y/n kissed her way down Grace’s body, licking every inch of skin her tongue could touch, tasting Grace everywhere she could.

Y/n ate her out very slowly, wanting to make out for the lost time. She wanted to show how much she was missed, how much Y/n craved her. Her tongue was precise in every movement, first she played with her clit, not too roughly–Grace was rather sensitive.

She lapped at her lips, spreading her wetness around before thrusting her tongue inside Grace’s hole, fucking her gently.

Grace was a mess already. Whining, crying, moving her hips against Y/n’s mouth in a desperate attempt to cum, which didn’t take long. Y/n was nice enough.

Grace barely had time to breathe again before Y/n’s hands were on her thigh, spreading her legs open even more so she could fit her own body against Grace. Their hips were interlocked now, their cunts rubbing against each other, their juices mixing as their clit brushed just right. 

Y/n let Grace hold onto her hips, moving her to her liking, turning her and shifting her around as if she weighed nothing. They were both panting when an orgasm hit them.

The shockwaves ran through Y/n’s body, and they only intensified as she watched Grace coming undone below her.

Y/n fell on top of Grace, her head on the girl’s shoulder, feeling her heavy breathing and the way her ribs moved up and down.

Grace kissed her forehead, still looking very out of herself. ”I’m so happy you’re here,” she said in a low voice, out of breath.

“Hmm,” Y/n mumbled, kissing her neck now. “Are you saying that because we just came or because you love me?”

Grace smiled and rolled her eyes. “Both… definitely both.”

Y/n continued kissing Grace’s neck, moving down to her clavicle. She whined when Grace's finger brushed against her clit, massaging it sweetly. 

“Grace,” Y/n whispered, burying her head on the girl’s body. “More?”

Grace took her fingers off her clit, but before Y/n could complain, she was circling her hole. She played with her wetness before slowly inserting one finger into her cunt, and then two, moving them deep inside of her.

Y/n moved her hips in sync with Grace’s fingers, following a rhythm they both knew well, a rhythm they hadn’t forgotten, even after being countries apart.

Grace hit the soft spot of Y/n’s cunt and she came, her body trembling with pleasure as Grace rode her orgasm, not taking her fingers out until Y/n whined about how sensitive she was.

They were lying on the bed, the duvet was long forgotten on the hardwood floor of the hotel room, the chilly air coming in from the window was hitting Y/n’s skin, making her shiver. The girl’s head was Grace’s shoulder, while Grace held to Y/n’s hip steadily, as if she might run at any moment.

Y/n mumbled something about them needing a shower; Grace rumbled about how Y/n needed to drink some water.

In the end, both stayed in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, knowing that the next morning they would do it all over again.

..

a/n: please let me know if you guys liked it <3 this was a draft written a few months ago!

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[wosodream]

Rivals, allegedly- Aggie Beever-Jones

Summary: Y/n and Aggie are rivals; they’re not supposed to like each other, let alone go to school dances, or wake up in each other’s bed. But secrets don’t stay secrets forever, especially when your neck is very much not hickey-free hehe.

Warnings: mention of closed-door smut and religion

A/n: Yes, the whole context is way more dramatic than what it is in real life haha. This was in my drafts for sooo long.

Word count: 5.3k

..

Y/n was never good at hiding things. Not from her parents, not from her friends, and definitely not from her teammates.

She was the kind of person you couldn’t trust with secrets, because she would definitely crack under pressure and spill everything. 

And it didn’t take much either, just one glare, or one question in a serious tone and she would fold almost instantly.

So yeah, the fact that she was managing to keep this secret was really a miracle, but it was probably because she and Aggie had been a thing for only just a month, so Y/n didn’t have many opportunities to spill it yet.

It was eating her alive that she couldn’t tell anyone about Aggie. It was like she was hiding this big, dark secret. 

It was a weight she had to carry every day,

Was it a bit dramatic? yeah, but Y/n truly felt like she was living in a Juliet and…Juliet kind of situation. 

It was just so distressing! 

Y/n was an Arsenal player. 

She had made her debut when she was sixteen, just around the same time Aggie Beever-Jones broke into Chelsea’s first team.

They were rivals. They wore different colours, had different playing styles... they were different in everything.

Even their position was different. Aggie was a forward while Y/n was a defender.

Both clubs had an arrangement with the only school in London that was known for taking in student athletes. It wasn’t like a normal school.

The students' athletes had less homework, did online classes during the week, and even had school on Saturdays to make up for the time they missed because of training or matchees. It was flexible and strict at the same time. 

Football always came first, whether the clubs wanted to admit it or not, but school was also something that had to be dealt with.

That’s how Aggie and Y/n ended up in the same classrom almost two years ago.

And for two years, they hated each other. Like, genuinely hated.

Sarcastic comments were rolling around whenever one of them opened their mouth; their eyes rolled whenever one of them walked into the class; they even elbowed each other on the way to their seats or on the pitch.

They were also each other’s first. 

First what? 

First red card.

Y/n thought Aggie was way too cocky, in the game and in class. She acted like she was the best at everything, while Aggie thought Y/n   pretended to be this highly perfect person too good to make any mistakes or do anything bad.

When they both started playing for their clubs, the fans, the media and locker room gossip had practically brainwashed them into thinking there was no worse thing in the world than the rival team and its players.

So it was just natural that Aggia and Y/n weren’t very fond of each other.

But now they were eighteen, and something had changed. 

They weren’t fighting anymore. They were teasing, (and not in a bullying type of way). They were sitting closer in class, and even helping one another with homework!

They weren’t swearing at each other during matches anymore. Snacks and water bottles were being shared during PE and after class.

Maybe it was the fact that they were probably the only two lesbian girls in a Catholic school. 

Maybe it was the pressure of living ‘double lives’ and having to deal with football, school, and the media. 

Or maybe they just actually liked each other and had been too stubborn to admit it... which was a very strong reason.

One month ago, Aggie confessed during lunch. 

Y/n had been washing her hands in the bathroom when Aggie came in and said, super casual, as if she was talking about what she had just learned in history class.

“You know what, Y/n? I think I fancy you.”

Y/n had choked. Literally choked on nothing, then stared at her through the reflection in the mirror, being too much of a coward to turn around completely. 

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” Aggie had just shrugged. “I like the smell of your hair.”

And then they kissed. 

Aggie was the one who initiated. Y/n was still pretty much frozen in place. Aggie had very gently placed her hand on Y/n’s hips, turning her around and making their eyes meet before she kissed Y/n on the cheek.

When she didn’t pull away, Aggie kissed her other cheek.

And then her mouth.

Y/n kissed her back, and that’s when Aggie guided them to the nearest stall.

And of course, a teacher walked in.

They didn’t see anything, thank god, but the door was locked, and they were giggling, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening.

Y/n had to admit that her younger self of last month was probably a bit stupid.

The teacher freaked out, gave them both a lecture, and said she was calling the clubs to report them for ‘inappropriate behaviour’. Since the club was the one responsible for them, and the one paying the school tuition..

Y/n was terrified. 

Her brain immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario. Could they be expelled? Was there some kind of rule about student athletes? Would they be banned from the league?

Aggie, on the other hand, was cool as ever. That grin never left her face, like she didn’t care at all.

Like she would do it again. And honestly? Y/n would too. Just… maybe not in the stall next time. 

An empty classroom would probably be safer.

When they got called to the headmistress’s office, Y/n had begged the headmistress not to say who she had kissed when she called the club. She said it would mess everything up. Said it could ruin her whole season and career.

And honestly, she still didn’t have the time to process what had happened between her and Aggie. Was it just a spur-of-the-moment thing? Was Aggie acting on a whim? Was it real...?

A few hours later, Leah showed up with the biggest grin she had ever seen, like she already knew everything.

Well...she sort of did. But not the most important part.

She threw an arm around Y/n’s shoulder as they were walking out of the school and said.

“Kissing at school? Are you a rebel now?”

Y/n nearly passed out on the spot from embarrassment.

She tried to deny it, she really did, but her face went red immediately, and she started stuttering so badly that Leah looked genuinely concerned.

Eventually, Leah just laughed and let it go, muttering something about ‘teenagers’ and ‘hormones’ under her breath.

Y/n was pretty sure Leah’s reaction would be very different if she knew that the girl Y/n had kissed wore blue in her jersey.

Now, with prom just a week away, Y/n was buzzing. 

Every time she remembered it, she would start dancing around her room, clenching her fists in excitement like she was about to explode.

Just for one night, she would get to be a normal girl with her normal... girlfriend.

She and Aggie were going together, obviously.

Although no one could know. Not their teammates. Not their clubs. And definitely, absolutely not the media.

It wasn’t safe yet. And yeah, Y/n sucked at secrets, historically bad at them, but this one? This one she was willing to protect with her life. 

She had to. At least for now.

..

They were in the locker room, trying to freshen up after a really hard training session.

Y/n sat slouched against her locker, scrolling through her phone, as she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.

She was looking for some inspiration for prom outfits on Pinterest, but nothing seemed to catch her eye. 

It didn’t help that she wasn’t really friends with any other kid at school who was also coming to prom, so she had to figure things out on her own...well, not completely on her own.

Y/n didn’t mean to ask out loud, but it slipped out. It sounded casual and cool (at leats, she hoped so).

“Hey, random question.” She said, without taking her eyes from the phone. “What colour do you think looks good on me?”

A few heads turned in her direction, but Leah was the first one who replied.

“Red,” Leah said quickly, smugness on her face. “The best colour.”

“I’m serious, Leah.” Y/n rolled her eyes, still glued to her phone 

“I am serious,” Leah insisted, taking off her boots “Arsenal red suits you…it’s very flattering, plus it brings out your loyalty.”

Y/n just glanced over at Leah.

Loyalty.

Y/n felt everything but loyalty while she picked a dress to go out with her rival.

“I think blue,” Alessia said across the room. “It matches your hair.”

“Thank you, Lessie,” she said sweetly as she threw a pointed side-eye in Leah’s direction. “At least somebody here wanted to help me.”

“Wow,” Leah raised her hands. “I’m not even allowed to have an opinion.”

But then, Leah’s tone changed, “Why the sudden interest? Got plans?”

It wasn’t a teasing question, though; but Y/n still felt her cheeks flush.

Y/n’s gaze dropped to her open locker. She fiddled with a water bottle cap for a second before replying.

“Prom coming up…. I didn’t get to go the last two years. Always had games,” she said, quieter this time. “Figure it’s my last chance, you know?”

That earned a proper pause. It wasn’t like Y/n to talk about school stuff. Or social stuff. Or anything that didn’t involve football... her teammates always had to pry information about her private life from her.

“Oh, that’s so cool!” Alessia smiled. “I remember my prom–” Her face softened with dreamy nostalgia “-it was magical.”

“And I remember mine, it was cool.” Leah grinned, with the kind of mischief that made Y/n assume her prom had been anything but "sweet"

“So who’s going with you?” She turned back to Y/n, curious.

Y/n slammed her locker shut with more force than necessary.  “Don’t know,” she lied. “It’s next Friday, still have time to think about that.”

“Oh, next Friday?’ Leah said. “You remember that we have a game the next day, right? Saturday, against Chelsea.”

Y/n blinked and mechanically turned to face Leah. 

“Yeah, yeah, of course I remember.”

She did not remember. She hasn't looked at the club's agenda since their last game. 

She was too caught up in the whole prom thing.

Fuck. 

Why hasn't Aggie said anything to her? They were really going to the prom and then play against each other the next day?

Y/n was pulled out of her thoughts with Leah waving a hand in front of her face. “Oi? Kid? Hey?!”

“Oh, sorry,” she said, putting a hand on her locker, leaning into it while trying her hardest to sound cool. ‘What is it, Leah?”

‘I asked if it's not best if you skip prom,” Leah said, suggesting. “Since we have the game? It’ll be at nine am, it's gonna be early.”

Y/n gulped and then looked down, disappointment already setting in. “I was going to leave early to make sure I could have a good night of sleep…”

“...but if you think I should skip it, then...”

Then, a voice came from the other side of the locker room. Kim.

“What? No kid,” Kim said, nudging Leah to the side. “Don't listen to Leah, she's obsessed with football and only football.”

“Hey! I'm not that obsessed!”

“Yes, you are! Telling the kid she shouldn’t go to prom, one of her last chances to enjoy being a teenager.”

“–I'm technically not a teenager anymore, though. I just turned 18, I'm an adult!” Y/n said proudly. 

“Do you want support or not?” Kim asked deadpan.

“Sorry,” Y/n murmured. 

“I just think she will be tired the next day!” Leah said, defending herself. “If she wants to go, I'm all for it, I'll even drive her if she wants.”

“I just…really wanna go”, Y/n said in a low voice.

“Then it's settled,” Kim said. “You will, don't worry about it.”

Y/n gave them a small smile before grabbing her bag and throwing it over her shoulder, walking out of the changing room.

..

“A red dress, really?” Y/n asked, a grin already forming on her face as she watched Aggie leaning on the car.

Aggie rolled her eyes, but smiled too. “Thought it was going to be bold, you know? Break expectations?”

Y/n stepped close, putting a hand on Aggie’s waist and bringing her closer. “I really liked it, very pretty.”

“You also look very, very pretty,” Aggie said. “That's a very Chelsea blue colour on your dress.”

“Picked it just for you,” Y/n said against Aggie's mouth. 

“Yeah?”

Y/n nodded. “Thought you might like it.”

“I do, I like it a lot.”

“Now let's go, we need to get to the prom earlier, so we can actually enjoy ourselves.”

“Oh, I will enjoy myself very much, I'm sure.”

..

The prom was happening at a hotel, and it looked cool. For once, the students didn't have to wear their usual navy skirts and blazers…no! Everyone was dressed in either pretty dresses or suits.

If Y/n hadn’t attended two Ballon d'Or ceremonies, she would say it looked like a red carpet event…or well, the closest to the red carpet a few British kids were getting to.

The venue had been decorated with sparkling fairy lights along the walls and a few banners boasting the school’s colours, blue, white and…brown, yeah, very boring. 

And because it was a catholic school, of course, they had a prayer on them as well, as well as some saint, very much not a teenager party at all.

But there was still a lively buzz in the air as students danced and talked with each other. The music was nice as well, filling the room. 

As things got more carried away, it changed to some popular pop songs, indie hits, and even a few nostalgic songs. Even the teachers were enjoying themselves. 

The nuns? Not so much.

Students were dancing in groups, some laughing, and others sitting in the corner, sipping on their drinks while chatting. 

There was a feeling of freedom in the air that didn't really existed in between the walls of their school or their club. Y/n and Aggie weren’t used to these feelings.

It was a freedom to be themselves…away from the pressure of rival teams, school, and the watchful eyes of managers and teammates.

At their school, there were only Y/n and Aggie, and for once, they weren’t rivals. No tension, no rushed conversatios, just them.

And being them... Well, things escalated quickly.

They had been dancing close, caught up in the music, the energy, the feeling of being out on the damce floor together, finally able to relax and enjoy the night without fear of being caught. 

They shared small, stolen kisses between songs, moments of quiet affection. 

It felt like the night, for once, was just theirs.

..

After dancing to a few songs, their bodies pressed together, Y/n and Aggie found themselves closer and closer to each other. 

The feeling running through their body couldn't be ignored anymore. The music continued around them, but in that moment, it felt like the world had completely stopped just for them. 

It was like they didn’t have a public life, like they didn’t have a game to attend in less than 12 hours from now.

Then Aggie, without a word, leaned in, her lips capturing Y/n's in a kiss, soft but needy. They pulled back for a moment. Breathless, and without hesitation, Aggie grabbed Y/n’s hand, leading her off the dance floor. 

They snuck behind the stage where one of the students’ older brother’s band was playing, their sounds muffled by the curtains of the backstage area.

As they stood there, catching their breath, the music still playing, they shared another kiss. 

But this time, it was more urgent and desperate.

Then, without warning, Aggie pulled away and nodded toward the bathroom. Her voice was soft, but a little mischievous. 

“Come on, we’re not going to get caught there.”

Y/n was a bit surprised by how fast she agreed. The bathroom was tucked away, just a single-stall space. 

The soft hum of the music outside felt too far away now. They could still hear the music, could still hear the other students, but they didn’t matter. Not one bit.

“Why do we always find our way back to a bathroom, huh?”Aggie asked, her voice playful but laced with an underlying need.

Y/n’s breath hitched as Aggie’s hand slid to her waist and pulled her closer. 

She kissed Y/n’s jaw softly, her lips lingering as her hands moved lower, under Y/n’s dress, making Y/n shiver under the touch.

“It’s private,” Y/n tried to say, her voice trembling as she met Aggie’s eyes. 

But then she felt those fingers close to her thigh. She gasped slightly, trying to steady herself. “We-we like private, right?”

Aggie’s grin widened, her hands never leaving the curve of Y/n’s body, bringing her even closer. There was a heat between them that made everything else fade somehow. It felt good to forget about the real world for a little while.

This was their moment. And, maybe, just maybe, it was the most private moment they had ever had.

And yeah, it was in a bathroom, but they didnt mind at all

..

Waking up in Aggie’s bed the next day wasn’t as awkward as Y/n thought it would be.

It was nice to wake up by her side. 

They laughed as they searched for their discarded clothing scattered around Aggie’s room.

It was nice to make pancakes together for the first time, even though Y/n quickly learned that, yeah, she liked Aggie a lot, but she absolutely hated sharing a kitchen.

Nonetheless, it was good to get ready for the day, brushing her teeth with Aggie by her side, wiping her face from yesterday's makeup while Aggie did the same...It felt like they were in sync.

What absolutely didn’t feel good was when Y/n was getting ready to pull her hair into a ponytail. 

She had to be at the Emirates with the rest of the team in exactly 30 minutes, and Aggie saw it.

“Fuck,” was the only thing Aggie said, staring at the back of Y/n’s neck.

“Agnes?” Y/n asked. “What is it?”

Silence.

Y/n mechanically turned around. “What?”

“You’re scary,” Aggie said.

“Tell me.”

And Aggie hesitated before saying, “There might be a hickey.”

“A hickey?”

“A hickey... on you.”

“Where?”

“Your neck.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “I’m gonna kill you.”

“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t realise,” Aggie said, her hand raised in defeat.

“How?” Y/n said, trying to see the back of her head in the mirror. “How do you not realize you’re sucking someone’s neck?”

“I was busy thinking of other things!”

“Oh god,” Y/n said, the realisation sinking in.

“I have a game in, like, half an hour...we have a game in half an hour! How am I gonna play with this… gigantic thing on my neck?!”

“We could… try makeup?” Aggie suggested nervously.

“I wanna die,” Y/n groaned, face-palming.

“Don’t be dramatic.”

..

“Hi guys!” Y/n said as she walked into the changing room, most of them already in her Arsenal kit–shirt, white shorts, boots, all set to go to the pitch.

“Hey!” The girls greeted her. Some were sitting on the bench, others were finishing getting ready.

“How was it?” Alessia asked, seeming more excited than Y/n herself. “I wanted to text you yesterday and ask, but I didn’t wanna ruin the moment.”

Y/n threw her bag into her cubby, and dug around for her protein bars and water (coffee and pancakes weren't a good pre-game food).

“Oh, come on, you woud never ruin anything, Less. But it was okay,” she said, not looking at her teammate as she rummaged through her things.

“Just… okay?” Kim raised an eyebrow, walking over.

“Yeah, like, okay....normal,” Y/n shrugged, trying her best to sound casual.

Her lying skills were getting better each day. 

She was not going to tell them the prom had been amazing, that she had had her first time with Aggie in the bathroom, or that she had stayed over at Aggie’s house, where Aggie had left her a hickey right on the back of her neck, thankfully hidden by her hair.

“That sounds boring,” Leah said, deadpan. “You kids don’t know how to have fun. At my prom, I got drunk.”

Yn turned to her, deadpan. “I bet you didn't have a game to attend at your prom.”

Leah paused for a second, finger on her chin. “Yeah…you’re right.”

Yn rolled her eyes.

“Anyway,” Y/n continued, trying to shift the conversation before anyone noticed how nervous she was getting. “You know how it is. Lots of music, dancing, all that usual stuff.”

“Did you dance with anyone?” Alessia asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

Y/n froze for a second. “Uhhh… well, I…” She caught herself just in time, plastering a smile on her face. “No, not really.”

“Oh, okay,” Alessia said, looking disappointed.

“You went to a prom, you didn’t get drunk, you didn’t dance... what did you do?” Leah asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“I–hm…” Y/n mentally panicked. I kissed the girl from the locker room next door. “Just ate, hung out, talked with some friends, didn’t wanna do too much because of the game and all that.”

Y/n didn’t wait for any other player to ask about the prom.

“Ok, I’m ready, can we go? The game starts soon.” Y/n said nervously, already heading for the door.

“Wait, you’re ready?” Leah asked. “What about your hair?”

“What about it?” Y/n asked defensively, already feeling anxiety growing on her chest.

“It’s down,” Leah replied, looking at her like she had lost her mind.

“And…?”

“Don’t be dense,” Leah grumbled as she rummaged through her bag. “Come here, I’ll tie it for you.”

“NO!” Y/n shouted, her voice so loud that the entire locker room stopped in its tracks.

There was a brief moment of silence, and everyone stared at her. Y/n’s face burned as she looked around, realising just how loud she had been.

“I just don’t–uh, I–don’t want it up, okay?”

“How are you going to see the ball?” Kim asked. “Maybe do a bun instead of a ponytail?”

“No, cap, it’s fine.”

“I’m not asking. Get your hair done, now,” Kim’s voice was firm now.

Y/n wasn’t used to Kim using that tone on her, usually, she was the more laid-back one of the group.

Then came the familiar knock on the door. Renée walked in and told them it was time to head to the tunnel. Y/n breathed out, feeling like she got away with it. 

But as the girls started to leave the locker room, Leah grabbed her elbow, holding her in place.

“Sit,” Leah said, her voice quiet but commanding.

“What?” Y/n said, looking first at the door, then back at Leah. “But the game—”

“Sit,” Leah repeated, tone leaving no room for argument.

Y/n rolled her eyes but reluctantly sat down on one of the benches. Leah knelt in front of her, locking eyes with her. “Tell me what happened.”

“Nothing happened!” Y/n protested, trying to look casual, but her heart was racing.

“You’re not stupid. You know you can’t play with your hair down, it’ll get in the way. So, it's better to have a good reason for you to want it down.” Leah’s voice dropped, the tone changed into that no-nonsense mode that always made Y/n crack under pressure.

Y/n hesitated, then finally blurted it out. “I have a hickey.” Her face turned bright red as she quickly hid her face in her hands.

“Last night, I was with this… hm, girl, and well, we got carried away, and now I have a hickey right at the back of my neck, and I can’t let people see!”

There was a long pause. Leah didn't move.

Y/n squirmed in her seat, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

“So…?” Leah finally asked, raising an eyebrow. “This ‘girl’…?”

Y/n groaned and buried her face even further into her hands. “Please don’t make me explain any more. I’m already about to die from embarrassment.”

“Okay, yeah, let’s focus on the problems at hand,” Leah said, glancing at the clock on the locker room wall. “We have just a few minutes.”

“I want to retire from football,” Y/n muttered.

“No, you don’t. You’re eighteen,” Leah murmured, rummaging through her bag before pulling out a hair tie. “Here’s what we’re gonna do.”

Leah took a handful of Y/n’s hair and lifted it from the top of her head. 

“We’re gonna get this part up,” she said, holding the hair tie around it. “And then, we’ll leave a little bit down, just enough to cover your neck... like this”

Y/n waited, as Leah worked on her hair, and teh tension in her chest eased just a little, maybe things weren't ruined yet.

“Look at that... problem solved,” Leah said, stepping back and admiring her work. “Now go out there and kick ass. But, seriously… next time, maybe keep the hickey away from the neck area, yeah?”

Y/n rolled her eyes but felt a flicker of gratitude. “Thanks, Leah.”

Leah gave her a smirk. “Anytime. Now, let's go win this thing.”

..

Y/n didn’t have the courage to look at Chelsea’s lineup in the tunnel. She knew if she did, she wouldn’t be able to hide whatever feelings were running on her face. 

So, she kept her head down, focusing on the ground beneath her boots, trying to ignore the heat of the moment.

But even with her head down, she could still feel them. The heavy blue eyes piercing through her. She ignored this feeling, focusing on the game ahead.

..

The game was brutal, as any London derby was. Every tackle, every sprint, every pass felt a little too hard. Both teams were pushing, pulling, and giving it their all. But in the end, it ended in a 2-2, a tie.

Y/n gritted her teeth, she was frustrated. A tie was better than a loss, sure, but it wasn’t the victory she had wanted. 

She was drinking water while the other players were still talking, chatting with each other, cooling off on the pitch, when she suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, so she quickly turned around.

It was Aggie.

Y/n’s eyes widened, her heart racing. “What are you doing here?” she asked, quickly covering her mouth so their conversation wouldn’t be overheard.

Aggie grinned, completely drenched in sweat. Her shirt was tucked into her hand, and she was only wearing her blue shorts and a training bra.

She looked absolutely... delicious.

Aggie extended her hand toward Y/n, offering it to her. “Let’s exchange?”

Y/n looked between Aggie’s outstretched hand and her own face, confused.

“What? What do you mean by, exchange? People don't know about... us.”

Aggie shrugged, her grin never faltering. “We’re just two players exchanging shirts. It’s normal.”

“It’s not normal,” Y/n argued. “Look around, we’re the only Arsenal and Chelsea players who are talking to each other!!”

“Baby,” Aggie said, her smile growing wider, “have you heard about being the change you want to see in the world?”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at the word baby.

She had never heard Aggie call her that before, not even the night before, when they had shared a bed.

The word felt so intimate, so… real. Y/n could feel her cheeks flush, her pulse pounding in her ears.

She was going to die from this, for sure. From love, embarrassment, or both. Probably both.

“O-okay, fine,” Y/n stammered. She quickly pulled her shirt off, not ignoring the way Aggie's eyes lingered on her torso.

“Here,” she said, handing over her shirt to Aggie while taking the one from her as well.

“Good,” Aggie said with a sly grin. “Gotta go now, the bus is waiting.”

“Okay, bye,” Y/n replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “I’ll call you later, yeah?”

“I’ll be waiting by the phone,” Aggie teased, her smile never fading as she turned to leave, following the other players.

..

As soon as Y/n was ready to turn around and head for the locker room, she noticed Leah standing by the entrance, her arms crossed and a knowing expression on her face. 

Y/n's stomach dropped. She tried to dodge her and walkthrough the other players, but Leah was faster.

Before she knew it, she was cornered in one of the hallways.

“Aggie Beever-Jones?” Leah's voice was laced with both disbelief and something else…amusement, maybe?. “Really?”

Y/n tried to play it cool, but the nervous sweat was already starting to form on her forehead. 

“Hm…what about her?”

Leah raised an eyebrow, her voice filled with sarcasm. “Damn, have you always played dumb like that?”

Y/n's throat went dry as she shifted uncomfortably under Leah’s stare. Y/n didn’t answer. 

She couldn’t. Her mouth opened like she was going to say something, but nothing came out. So Leah kept going, calm but sharp.

“She goes to your school, right?” she said, tilting her head just a little. “A couple of years ago you told me she was in some of your classes. Said she was annoying, that she was Loud and full of herself?”

Y/n swallowed hard, heart thumping against her ribs. Her gaze darted to the tunnel, but there was no escape now.

“Funny how things change,” Leah said, eyes narrowed just slightly. “Or maybe they don’t. Maybe she’s still loud, just in different contexts.”

“Leah,” Y/n warned, cheeks burning.

Leah raised her hands in surrender, but she didn’t stop smirking. 

“Hey, I’m not judging–well, maybe a little. Just saying that you’re not as subtle as you think.”

Y/n crossed her arms. “Well… what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t want you to say anything,” Leah replied, her voice calm but serious. “And I’m not trying to judge you either, well, maybe just a littl, but it’s your life, and I just hope you know this might not be the best decision.”

“Why not?” Y/n shot back. “Why is it such a bad decision? She’s just another player. The only difference is that she wears blue and I wear red. You play against your Lionesses teammates all the time!”

“Don’t need to be angry,” Leah said, a bit more gently now. “I’m just telling you that going for Chelsea’s striker is not smart.”

Y/n scowled. “So what? I’m just supposed to not like her because of her club?”

Leah sighed, looking around before stepping a little closer, lowering her voice. 

“It’s not just the shirt, and you know it. Arsenal and Chelsea, there’s real pressure there. If people find out, it won’t just be gossip, it’ll be headlines. People’ll question your focus, your loyalty. It’s not fair, but it’s what happens. it can create instability in future contracts.”

Y/n chewed the inside of her cheek. She knew Leah wasn’t wrong. But she also knew how Aggie made her feel. That didn’t go away just because of a rivalry.

“I like her,” Y/n said finally, her voice quiet. “Like, really like her.”

Leah’s expression softened. “I figured that much.”

There was a pause, then Leah nudged Y/n lightly in the shoulder.

“Just… be careful, alright? With your heart, and your career. You don’t have to choose between them, but you do need to think ahead.”

Y/n nodded, eyes down. “Yeah. I know.”

“You’ve got talent, kid. Don’t let anything, or anyone, distract you from that.”

Y/n stayed behind for a second longer, still gripping the shirt that didn’t belong to her team.

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why am I lowkey wanting a Leila yn oneshot. Like I know there’s an age gap and Leila doesn’t see yn that way…but also leila

Trigger warning: age gap, little dark and predatory (!!!!) behaviour, don't read it if it makes you uncomfortable.

Not sure how I feel about it, kinda guilty, but whatever.. I had fun writing this little concept. also, kudos if we turned this into a putellas!r

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Leila glanced up at Y/n, a faint smirk on her lips. They were sharing a room.

There was some kind of mix-up that had happened when the staff was organising who was going to room up with whom. Not that Leila cared much.

The girl in front of her had recently turned twenty. She was young. She let her emotions drive her. She got nervous when she noticed she was being watched. She squeaked when she got embarrassed, like a little mouse.

Leila liked that.

It was her first senior call-up. She was only here because one of the defenders got injured two weeks ago, and the federation had to act fast, call someone up.

So why not Y/n? Barcelona's little star. Alexia's protégé. The U21 standout defender :)

Now, standing under the dim lights of their shared room, Leila wasn't sure it had been a good call. The kid (Leila had to bite back the word) looked like she might fall apart if someone so much as breathed too hard in her direction.,

Defenders were supposed to be the walls of the team. They were supposed to be unshakable. Tough. Right?

And yet, Leila knew Alexia would kill her if she let anything happen to the girl she talked so proudly of. Destroy Alexia's little golden girl? Nah...

All of that should have been enough to put an end to whatever weird thing Leila was feeling. But then Y/n looked at her again, like she was nervous, intimidated, and something else.

And suddenly, Leila wanted to kiss her right here, right now.

She wanted to turn that little scared face into something different.

But of course, Alexia couldn't know about it.

Leila would set the trap in front of Y/n, carefully, and if she was a good little rabbit…She would jump right in.

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hormones - alexia putellas

Summary: You are studying the physiology of sex for an exam, and Alexia insists she knows just as much as you do.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: (+18) fingering and oral (r receiving).

Another nerdy smut because I'm a nerd and i'm also horny

..

"You're turning me off," Alexia murmured. She was lying in bed, a cute pout on her face, arms crossed over her chest.

You rolled your eyes, your gaze fixed on the enormous textbook resting on your lap, it was so heavy it was practically cutting off your circulation.

"I told you I had to study, Alexia," you said impatiently, your eyes running over one of the figures in the book.

"You told me you had to study about sex," she shot back accusingly. "I thought that was your nerdy way of telling me you were horny."

"Horny, Alexia?" You turned to her, expression dead serious. "I'm in the middle of midterms. The last thing running through my bloodstream is estrogen."

"Ugh?" she blinked. "Okay, so that's a very intelligent way of saying no?"

"Yes," you mumbled. "Estrogen is involved in sexual desire in women, but there's a whole debate around that."

"Explain it to me, then" she said, shifting closer until she was laing beside you, she rested her head on your lap, right on top of your book. "Talk dirty to me. Come on," she smiled as you scolded her, trying (and failing) to tug the book free. 

Alexia didn't let go. "Explain sex to me."

"Why? So you can get turned off again?" You had been completely stressed out lately, and Alexia knew that. Why she was annoying and teasing you so much, you didn't know. 

Maybe she was trying to distract you on purpose. Or maybe you were just too exhausted… you had barely been eating lately, you were running on a total of seven hours of sleep in the last two days and your mood was the worst possible.

"Don't be grumpy," Alexia said sweetly, cupping your cheeks and pulling you down for a kiss.

"Not grumpy," you mumbled against her lips. "Just…tired."

"Then come rest with me," she offered, like it was the most logical solution in the world.

"I can't," you sighed, pecking her lips one last time before finally getting your book back. You flipped it open to chapter fifteen, hoping a second read would help you make sense of it. "I have to study."

But Alexia was determined to have your attention.

She snatched the book from your hands and, before you could react, she grabbed both your wrists gently, pinning them down.

"You can study with me, bebé," she said, giving kisses to your jaw.

"You know nothing about this kind of sex, though" you muttered.

"Oh," she grinned against your neck. "I know quite a lot, actually." Her hand slid to your thigh, her fingers massaging the skin gently,

"You might know how to do it," you said breathlessly, "but not how it works."

"So tell me," Alexia murmured. "What's happening right now? to your body?"

She gently guided you down onto the mattress. She climbed over you as she kissed your neck, nipping at your skin.

"M-my pituitary gland is producing hormones and... um," you stammered as Alexia trailed kisses lower, down your chest, until she reached the hem of your shirt.

"And?" she prompted. "What those do?"

"They trigger the hypothalamus to produce other hormones." you managed, voice shaking. "The hypothalamus is like… a really important brain structure,"

"Hmm, so smart," Alexia purred as she released your hands just long enough to pull off your shirt. She grinned when she realized you weren't wearing a bra.

"Continue, bebé." Alexia kissed each of your breats tenderly.

"R-right now, my serotonin levels are dropping," you gasped as her mouth latched onto your nipple, twirling her tongue around it. "A-and my dopamine levels are increasing."

"And what does dopamine do?" Alexia asked, kissing her way down your belly.

You tried to answer, but she kept going lower and lower, until her mouth was exactly where you needed her most. And then you were absolutely gone, for a moment you couldn't think of anything but Alexia.

You moaned as you lifted your hips, but Alexia held them firmly in place, her hand pressuring your hip bown down to the mattress. 

"No moving," she said with a smirk. "Just keep going. Tell me what's happening to your body."

"E-estrogen is making me wet," you whispered.

"Yeah?" she asked, spreading your legs. "Let me see." Alexia grinned as she dragged your underwear down your legs, throwing the discarded piece of clothing on the floor somewhere.

Her eyes lit up when she saw your cunt, her thumb brushing your folds teasingly.

"You're right," she said with a smug smile. "Very wet indeed."

Alexia slid a finger inside of your cunt, you were so wet there was absolutely no resistance, so she added another one, You moaned at the way she filled you up completely.

"Ale–" you whimpered, "more."

"I'll give you another only if you keep talking," she said. "sí? Tell me step by step what's happening."

"M-my walls are contracting," you said, your eyes closing as she began moving her fingers slowly, "Because of the dopamine."

Alexia turned her fingers inside you, making a hook with her fingetips, hitting that spot that made your legs shake and your breath hitch.

"I can feel it, bebé. You're so tight around me. What else?" Alexia kept moving her fingers with one hand, while holding you still with the other.

"My blood pressure is increasing," you said, "and my heart is beating faster now, I-'im getting closer to the plateau phase."

Alexia moved the hand from your hip and placed it on your chest, feeling the beat of your heart, then she  brought her fingers up to your nipples, tugging it slowly.

"Look at you," she whispered. "Acing every single change in your body during sex. I think you're gonna smash that test."

"Ale, I'm close," you moaned, opening your mouth, trying to breathe. "So fucking close."

Alexia didn't respond, she simply added a third finger and picked up the pace. Then she lowered her mouth again, and her lips latched onto your clit, sucking softly, until you were gasping.

Your hand went to her hair, trying to keep her there, but Alexia never liked being told what to do. She caught both of your wrists with one hand and pinned them gently over your belly.

"Wanna move," you whined, struggling to free your hands.

"No," Alexia said calmly, and went back to giving your clit the attention it deserved, sucking, biting and licking it. You groaned as her tongue slid hot and firm over your clit, her fingers thrusting deeper and faster each second.

"Fuck… Ale, please–" You begged, feeling your legs begin to shake.

"Lo sé, amor," [I know, love] Alexia murmured. "Cum for me, sí?"

And because you were very good to Alexia, you did.

She didn't stop until you were completely undone, until your body was fully relaxed against the pillow, until you were breathing properly again, until you opened your eyes and looked at her.

She kissed your clit, then licked it, cleaning it before kissing the inside of your thigh. The she released your hands from her grip. Her thumb brushed over the faint red marks she had left behind on your skin, as in a silence I'm sorry.

"Has sido muy buena para mí,"  [you have been very good to me] Alexia murmured, resting her head on your stomach and kissing your skin over and over.

"You ruined my studying session," you mumbled, running your hand through her hair. "I wanna sleep now"

"And what hormone is responsible for that?" Alexia asked cheeky.

"Oxytocin," you replied, intertwining your legs with Alexia's.  "My dopamine levels are dropping, but serotonin and oxytocin are rising."

"Hmm," Alexia said, eyes fluttering. "Creo que realmente no sé qué significa eso." [I think I really don't know what that means.]

"It means," you said, voice heavy with sleep now, "that right now I'm happy, relaxed, and feeling loved."

"Hmm," Alexia murmured. You could already see her eyes slipping shut. "You are loved, indeed"

..

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dinosaurs and...sex? - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia's girlfriend is way too stressed out for her own good, so she puts matter into her own hands (fingers)

Word count: 2.2k

Warning: (+18) fingering and oral (r receiving) and at the end suggestive to oral (r giving) because we are all switches here at wosospacegirl

A/n: I think I've found my niche in fanfic and it's writing nerdy lesbian sex...sorry it's repetitive but it's just so fun to write them...

this is a scheduled post because I *actually* have a dinosaur test to study to and I don't have alexia to eat me out so--

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"Can I come in, or are you still acting like a monster?" Alexia said from the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. She was holding something, but you couldn't quite see what, mostly because your eyes had stopped functioning after reading the word Mesozoic for the ninth time.

You had decided to go to university.

 And now you carry that burden every day. Every. Single. Day.

It was finals week, and you were an absolute wreck. You were so stressed that you had caught the worst cold ever known to humankind. Why your immune system gave up on you at the slightest sign of stress, you didn't know.

Alexia had taken care of you and made sure you rested. But of course, that meant you hadn't been able to study for three whole days.

And now here you were, at Alexi's house, sprawled across her bed, surrounded by books that were open at completely random pages, with class notes you didn't even remember taking.

Your eyes hurt. Your head hurts. Everything hurt. But mostly your soul, because you felt like you barely had one. Surely you had long lost it between the Jurassic and the Cretaceous period.

And when everything hurt, it made you angry, because you couldn't study the way you wanted to. And when you were angry, you were rude.

Alexia had shown up (to her room, in her house) and asked if the two of you shouldn't take a walk or do something relaxing. AKA: She was getting stressed from watching you mumble like a maniac about something called…Coelurosauria?

You, ever the sweet and understanding girlfriend, had snapped at her, questioning why the hell she was bothering you while you were studying.

It wasn't a "Hi, Alexia, I'm sorry, I can't talk right now."

It was a "Oh my fucking God, Alexia, can't you leave me alone for two whole minutes?"

Alexia–who was actually sweet and understanding– didn't say anything. She just stepped closer to where you were sitting, kissed the top of your head, and left a protein bar beside you before quietly walking away, probably heading for a lonely walk around Barcelona.

You cried while studying the skeleton of the Brachiosaurus because you felt guilty afterwards.

You didn't want to be mean, but finals brought out the worst in you. Still, Alexia wasn't the one to blame.

You knew Alexia was back when you heard the front door on the first floor opening and then closing. You heard her taking off her shoes and making her way upstairs.

You felt the mattress dip beside you, and when you turned around, Alexia was sitting there. You gave her your biggest, most apologetic eyes. 

"I'm sorry," you said, genuinely.

Alexia looked at you, cupped your jaw, and brought your mouth to hers. She kissed you sweetly. "It's okay," she murmured against your lips as you closed your eyes. 

"I know you get grumpy when you're overwhelmed with school. No need to say sorry."

"Yes, I do," you said, breaking the kiss and flopping back onto the bed, almost like a starfish. Your book was lying open beside you as you stared at the ceiling. "I was rude, that's not okay."

"It is okay," Alexia said, as she hovered above you, her hair tickling your cheek. "Because you sound hot when you're mad."

You rolled your eyes and pecked her lips. "Okay, now you're stretching."

"I'm serious," she said, getting off of you and sitting cross-legged at the end of the bed. "You pout and your brows furrow…It's like  exactly the face you make when you're about to cum–"

"Okay!" you interrupted, throwing your book at her, your face burning. Alexia could be so crude when she wanted to.  "No talking about sex, or–"

"--you cumming?" Alexia teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," you groaned. "This is literally the most boring subject ever. It doesn't pair well with dirty talk."

Alexia stayed quiet for a few seconds, and you took that as a sign to return to your notes and re-read them. You were lying on your stomach now,  your paper was spread out in front of you, when you felt Alexia climb on top of you and drop all of her weight onto your back.

Out of the sudden, you had a book to your face as well–your zoology and evolution of dinosaur book.

Alexia cheekily snatched your notes, and before you could complain, her voice filled the room as she read the book.

"Thyreophora, often known as armoured dinosaurs, were a group of ornithischian dinosaurs that lived from the Early Jurassic until the end of the Cretaceous…"

You listened as Alexia spoke, and you couldn't help but feel as if she was… reading it erotically?

You felt her weight on your back, the way she held your book right in front of you, holding it with one hand while her other hand stayed pressed to your ribcage.

"Primitive forms had simple, low, keeled scutes or osteoderms," she continued, her voice low as she pressed more fully into your body like she was getting cosy, relaxing. "Oh, those are cool, right, bebé?" she said against your ear, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran through you.

You had known Alexia long enough to recognise when she was doing this on purpose.

Sometimes, you had the willpower to push her away and to fight back. You had to study, your exam was tomorrow!! But right now?

Right now, you wanted to be pliant.

"Most thyreophorans were herbivorous and had small brains for their size," she said, her hand slipping under your shirt, her cold fingertips grazing your skin just above your ribs. 

"Oh, does that mean they were dumb?"Alexia asked innocently, placing a kiss on the back of your neck.

"N-no," you stammered as you tried to move, but her body was still pinning you down. "Brain size doesn't really determine intelligence…"

Alexia hummed against your skin, letting the book fall onto the bed with a soft thud. 

Now her full attention was on your neck, she was licking your skin before sucking the it into her mouth.

"I thought the bigger the brain, the smarter?" she murmured.

She sat up from behind you and turned you over, leaving you flat on your back. Then she kissed you deep and slow, biting your lip.

"No, it doesn't mean that," you mumbled, lifting your arms as Alexia pulled off your shirt, leaving your torso bare. "W-what is intelligence, after all, right? It's a very human construct and we…."

Your breath hitched as Alexia kissed your stomach, slowly making her way down to your navel, then she gently tugged at the waistband of your pants.

You lifted your hips, helping her in the process of getting you naked.

"Keep going, amor, "Alexia said, kissing you just above your underwear. "I don't want to distract you from your studies."

Her fingers slid down to your centre, where the wet spot of your underwear was. Your eyes were closed now, but you knew Alexia was smirking.

"What were you saying about intelligence?"Alexia coaxed, her voice innocent, as if she wasn't doing anything wrong, as if she really was helping you study.

But thinking about dinosaurs or intelligence or anything was nearly impossible as she hooked her fingers into the sides of your underwear and pulled them aside, exposing you completely. She slid her fingers just above your cunt, spreading your weteness slowly around your folds, teasing you.

You moaned as Alexia pressed just the tip of your finger inside of your cunt, your hips moving, begging for more contact, but Alexia didn't give in. She wanted to make you work for it for a bit.

"If you don't talk," Alexia said sternly, kissing the inside of your thigh, "I'll stop. Keep going. Tell me about the subject."

You were in silence, your brain mush. It was like you forgot you even knew any words, let alone the evolution of ornithischian dinosaurs.

Although you were quick to remember it when Alexia took her mouth away from your body.

You clutched at her head, pressing her against your cunt. 

"Please, keep going–"you whined. "I-I was saying that intelligence is a human parameter, and we shouldn't judge other species based on it because it's honestly a very anthropocentric concept…"

"There she is, my smart girl, "Alexia purred. And just like magic, she slid her index finger inside of you, and your body welcomed it immediately. "What else can you tell me about those Thy… Thry…"

"Thyreophora," You breathed as Alexia slid another finger in, thrusting into you so slowly it made you want to cry. "There are two major groups, th-" 

You didn't even get to finish, because you felt alexia's hot breath against your cunt, her mouth touching your clit, wrapping her lips aorund itand sucking gently. "Fuck–more." 

Alexia slapped your thigh; it didn't sting, but it was a warning.

"Keep talking." 

So you did.

Alexia ate you out slowly as if she was savouring every single drop of your wetness. You were very aware she was enjoying herself way too much; you also knew she was doing it as a form of revenge, too.

But you didn't mind for her motives, not when she kept fucking you like that. She only stopped when you stopped talking. 

She really was taking your studies very seriously.

Alexia's tongue was thrusting inside of you. You didn't know how she had mastered the ability to penetrate you so deeply with her tongue, but you (once again) didn't care.

Her hands were pinning you down on the mattress, clutching your hip bones, not letting you move an inch as she continued to thoroughly pleasure (or maybe torture) you.

It took you a while to cum, but not because Alexia wasn't giving you what you needed, but because your body had trouble switching from stressed, anxious and overstimulated to relaxed.

Alexia didn't say a word about it. She didn't make you feel bad that it was taking longer than usual. She just kept her mouth on your cunt, as if she had all the time in the word.

And when you finally came, it felt like your body had truly relaxed for the first time in days. 

You felt as if all of your muscles relaxed all at once. Your eyes rolled back, and you yanked at Alexia's hair with a little more force than you were intending to, but she didn't complain. 

You were trying to catch your breath when alexia finally lifted her face from your cunt. 

She made her way up your body, kissing your stomach and your breasts before (finally) kissing you, and sliding her tongue in to let you taste yourself.

"See," Alexia whispered as she broke the kiss. She lay her head on your chest, her finger gently tracing your face. "I was right."

"Rigth about what?" You barely manage to say. 

"Your face when you cum," She said against your sking, kissing your collarbone. "The pout, the furrowed eyebrows."

You blink, still pretty much dizzy. "Did you make all of this... too prove a point?"

"Maybe," she said, smiling. 

"I hate you," you murmured, closing your eyes and letting your hands run through her hair.

"You don't," Alexia said. "You just came in my mouth, I think that was a love confession, actually."

You chucked at Alexia's words. 

Maybe it was the oxytocin running through your body stream, or maybe it was the quiet realisation that this was the first time you and Alexia were properly intimate in days, mostly because of your schedule at uni and her schedule at Barcelona.

You surprised yourself by lowering your head and kissing her again, your hands slipping under her shirt to trace the back tattoos you knew by heart.

Alexia kissed you back–and what was a sweet kiss–turned into something urgent.

"I want you," you breathed against her mouth, your hand curling around the back of her neck. "Now."

"Yeah?" Alexia smirked. "How?"

"On your back, legs spread open," you said.

"Okay," she simply said.

She did what you asked of her. 

She lay down, but she winced slightly when one of your pens dug into her back.

You watched her for a moment, admiring her, and then you undressed her completely. You took her shirt off, and then her training bra.

You wrapped your lips around her nipples, sucking them until Alexia was gasping, asking for more.

Without wasting another second, you pulled down her shorts and underwear in one go. 

You spread her legs apart with each of your hands and began kissing the inside of her thighs, biting them softly,  leaving teeth marks where no one would see them.

You were in your moment now.  Feeling hot and heavy, watching Alexia's cunt dripping right in forn of your face, how pretty her cunt looked, how ready she was for you.

But just as you were ready to taste her, Alexia said.

"Do you want me to read your notes out loud while you do it?"

You paused, your mouth still slightly open, looking up at her. You truly had a problem reading her facial expression.

At the same time that it looked like she was teasing you, it also seemed like the proposal was sincere, like she might actually do it if you said yes.

You glared at her, your eyes narrowing, trying to make your point across without having to use any words.

"Okay," she said quickly. "I guess that's a no."

..

A/n: Got the dino infos on Wikipedia!

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[wosodream]

Mallorca- Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia ruins your couple's vacation by inviting the girls to tag along with you. You decide to make her pay for it.

Word count: 2.5k

Warning: (+18) a little bit of smut, suggestive; fingering (r giving)

A/n: because I'm a whore

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You were going on a vacation to Mallorca with Alexia.

She had promised she would take care of everything: the hotel, the flights, the yacht, everything. 

She told you not to worry about a single thing. So you absolutely didn't. 

You just made sure to stay pretty, to pack the smallest bikini you had, to pack the strap, the lube, and the handcuffs into your bag.

Alexia had grinned while watching you pack. She came from behind, biting your earlobe and promising she would worship you every day of the vacation.

That she would put you in so many positions you wouldn't even remember all of them.

She said she would eat you out on the private beach she had booked.

That she would finger you in the middle of the ocean, have your mouth wrapped around her strap on the sun deck of the yacht.

You trusted Alexia deeply. So you thought she would keep her word.

Your face fell flat the second you arrived at the airport with her and saw not only Patri and Ona, but Jana and Bruna there too, suitcases in their hands and bright smiles on their faces.

You couldn't help but feel confused by the coincidence. 

They were travelling too? To Mallorca? Wow. Small world, right?

You were hesitant as you greeted the girls, but you did your best to be nice. They were, after all, your and Alexia's friends.

"I'm so excited!" Jana said as the little group made their way toward the flight. "It's been so long since I had a vacation."

Alexia's hand was on your back, but she was weirdly quiet. Too quiet.

"Oh yeah," you said, watching Alexia out of the corner of your eye. "You guys totally deserve this vacation. The season was really hard."

"Definitely," Patri said, smiling at you, the sound of her suitcase wheels somehow managing to irritate you. "I can't remember the last time we had a vacation with all of us together!"

You stopped in your tracks. Alexia bumped into you, her hand catching your waist so you wouldn't fall.

"Ay, amor," she said grumpily. "Qué fue?" [Love, what's wrong?]

"What do you mean… 'all of us together', Patri?" you asked in a very calm voice, very deliberate.

"Umm…" Patri looked at Alexia, then back at you.

"Us? Like me, you, Alexia, and the girls? We were so happy when Alexia called and asked us to tag along, it's hard only seeing each other at training…we need some quality time together as a team"

Quality time together as a team?!

Your world shattered right in front of you. 

You always thought people were being dramatic when they said they saw red when they were angry.

But you were definitely seeing red now, maybe because the capillaries in your eyes were expanding as your heart started hammering against your chest.

You felt your nails digging into your skin as you turned to Alexia.

"I think I'll go to the bathroom before we board," you said, not looking at anyone as you left your suitcase behind and walked off. You didn't even know where the bathroom was, you just…walked.

You just knew you needed to be alone, or else you would scream at Alexia in the middle of a crowded airport, and you didn't want to make a scene.

Alexia clearly didn't realise that you wanted to be alone for her own well-being, because she followed you like a puppy.

"Amor…espera, por favor," she said, walking after you. [love, wait, please]

If it were you, you would be out of breath by now, but because Alexia was annoyingly fit, her breathing and tone were perfectly normal.

She also caught up faster than you would have liked, her hand wrapping around your wrist as she pulled you into some corner of the airport.

You were alone now, but it felt like the room was crowded because the air was thick.

It was hard to breathe, like your lungs were collapsing. You often felt that when you held your anger in. It hurt your chest.

So you decided to snap, finally.

"What is your problem?" you asked, furious.

Alexia didn't even try to defend herself. Guilt was scattered all over her face as she leaned her back against the wall, her hands were still holding your wrists.

You didn't like being restrained (not like that), so you tried to set yourself free, but she didn't budge.

"You said it was an us vacation. As in, you and me, not you and your teammatmes."

"Lo siento…" she said, pouting in a way that made you want to bite her lips off (not romantically). [I'm sorry]

"I asked Patri for a cool hotel to stay in, and she asked why, and I told her we wanted to go on a vacation," she explained, as you kept trying to set yourself free.

"Then she said she and the girls were also planning a vacation there, and she looked so excited, and I didn't have the heart to tell her not to join us."

You didn't bother to answer Alexia.

In the end, you walked back to where the girls were still standing, waiting for you and Alexia to return. If they noticed anything weird between the two of you, they didn't say a word.

The flight was annoying.

Nothing bad happened.

There wasn't a crying infant. No kid was kicking your seat, and the food was actually good. But you were still so mad that you couldn't see anything good about it.

Alexia kept quiet–she was smart when she wanted to be.

She did, however, try to keep her hand on your thigh for most of the flight.

Every time she did, you would take it off and place it back in her own lap without saying a word. Without giving her any sort of attention.

When you got to Mallorca, you were still silent.

You only spoke to the other girls, asking Jana how she was doing, asking Bruna how her season in London was.

You didn't even bother to grab your suitcase or any of the other bags.

Alexia walked behind you like a camel, slower than everyone else, because she was carrying all the weight, but you didn't care.

Alexia had ruined your vacation, and you were going to make her pay for it.

Day One.

You arrived at the hotel. And of course, there were problems with Jana and Bruna's room.

In the end, Jana had to share the room with you and Alexia for the night while the staff sorted it out.

The lights were already off. Alexia was lying on the left side of the bed, and you were on the right.

You made sure to build a pillow wall between you (to Alexia's disappointment) to create some distance. 

At one point, Alexia tried to sneak a hand onto your waist, but again, you gave it a little snap, and she retreated to her side of the bed with a quiet whine only you could hear.

Jana was curled up on the loveseat on the other side of the room, wrapped in a duvet.

Even in the dark, you could see the guilt written all over her face.

"I am so, so sorry," she said, her voice slightly muffled by her pillow. "I told the staff I could sleep in the lobby, but they said they couldn't allow it."

"It's okay, Jana, don't worry about it," you said, closing your eyes, trying to forget this whole trip was happening.

You should have listened to your sister. You should have gone on a family vacation. At least then, you wouldn't have created so many sexual expectations that were clearly not going to happen.

Now that it was night and you couldn't distract yourself anymore, you realised you weren't just annoyed.

You were sexually deprived.

You hadn't had sex with Alexia in two fucking weeks because of her stupid football calendar.

You had had to make do with your hand most nights, and it absolutely wasn't the same.

Now you were stuck on an island with Alexia and her teammates, and one of them was literally sleeping in your room.

You were just a girl with needs!! It was only fair that you felt this way.

The room was silent for a while, and you thought you might finally be able to sleep.

You even prayed that you would have a sex dream… Maybe then, you would get to experience some kind of sexual activity on this supposed vacation.

But apparently, Jana was not done making her point.

"But really," Jana continued, "I'm very sorry. If I knew the bugs in my room's mattress would mean I would be intruding on your and Alexia's privacy, I would have just slept there."

"With the bugs?" you asked, a bit grossed out by the idea.

"Yes," Jana replied seriously, as if she were ready to make that sacrifice. "I'm so, so–"

"Jana," Alexia said sternly, "shut up, please."

You felt yourself getting wet at Alexia's tone.

You liked it when she was stern. You liked it a lot. Although, of course, you weren't going to say it.

Day 2

You were at the hotel's pool.

Alexia was lying on the sun chair beside you.

She looked so incredibly delicious in her orange bikini that you wanted to put your mouth on every inch of her body.

You wanted a taste of her, and by the way she was looking at you, she wanted it too.

You watched as Bruna, Ona, Jana, and Patri played some kind of pool game; they were splashing water around and laughing like little kids.

That was when you felt Alexia's hand slide onto your waist.

In one swift motion, she pulled you into her chair, your was back pressing against her chest as she peppered your neck with light kisses.

It was intimate but not scandalous.

"Estás tan guapa," Alexia murmured in a low voice. "Muy, muy guapa." [You look so pretty/very, very pretty]

You hummed, tilting your neck to the left to give her more space. You felt her grinning against your skin.

"Fui una idiota por invitar a las chicas," she added. "Lo siento por eso." [I was an idiot for inviting the girls/I'm sorry for that]

You wanted Alexia so much.

There was nothing you wanted more than to grab her hand, drag her back to your shared hotel room (thankfully, the staff had fixed Jana's room situation that morning), and finally get Alexia all to yourself.

But no.

You couldn't get her off that easily.

As if Alexia were just an annoying little bug on your neck, you stood up suddenly, pulling her hands off your body. And, without a word, you threw yourself into the pool, completely ignoring her.

Alexia stayed behind in the sun chair, looking confused, but you didn't care.

You swam straight toward the girls.

"Are you guys playing Marco Polo?" you asked, wiping water from your cheeks. "I wanna play too."

..

You all decided to go out and eat at one of those restaurants on the beach. 

You and Alexia got ready without saying a word. Well, Alexia tried to talk to you. You just weren't the one responding.

You were putting blush on when Alexia apologised for the ninth time that day.

"I'm sorry, bebé," she practically whined, which was a great contrast to the way she looked.

She was wearing a long, white dress, and her hair was in a bun. She looked deliciously mature.

"I'm not talking to you," you said, not even glancing at her reflection in the mirror as you continued to do your makeup.

"But it's our vacation," Alexia said. "You can't be mad at me forever."

"Not forever," you replied, putting on some red lipstick. "I'll be mad for the number of days I find necessary."

Alexia went quiet again, and you continued to get ready.

You put on your earrings, then your necklaces.

You were too preoccupied checking if your dress matched your silver accessories to realise Alexia had once again pressed herself to your back.

"Me gusta cuando te pones así, tan brava," Alexia whispered, her lips brushing soft kisses along your jaw. "Me pone tan mojada." [I like when you get mad/It makes me wet]

She took your hand and slipped it under her dress.

Your breath hitched when you felt the warmth of her inner thighs, and then she lifted your hand even higher, until you were cupping her cunt.

Her bare, very wet and very warm cunt.

"Te quiero tanto ahora, amor," Alexia said, pushing your hand further inside until your fingers were inside of her. [I want you so much right now, love]

You slid one finger in, then another.

You wanted to pull away (no, not really), but you couldn't take your eyes away from the mirror; you couldn't look away from the way Alexia's face was filled with pleasure behind you, as if she needed this.

Maybe she wasn't the only one who was sexually frustrated out of the two of you.

You started moving your fingers deeper each time, reading her expression to know what she needed.

If the frown between her brows tightened, then you would slow down, but if her mouth fell open, you would push in deeper.

You angled your fingers slightly, hitting that spot inside her that made her hips stutter, that made her sound a little less dominant, a little more dumb, a little more helpless.

"Por favor…" she murmured, her lips brushing the back of your neck. "Lo necesito…" [Please/I need it]

"I'll get you to the edge," you promised her, "but you're not gonna cum. Not tonight."

"No," Alexia shook her head as you pushed your fingers harder. "No, por favor…"

"Shhh," you whispered. "Enjoy it, baby."

Whenever you felt Alexia contract around you, you'd pull your fingers away, taking them to your mouth.

You would lick them clean, tasting her sweetness, then you would slide them right back inside her.

You edged her more times than you could count. You even felt a little sorry for her.

When her makeup was a complete mess on her face, and when tears began falling from her eyes, you finally decided to put a (partial) end to her misery :)

You pulled your fingers away completely without a warning. Alexia whined, but you didn't put them back this time.

You let Alexia lean against your back. Her thighs were still shaking.

You turned around and kissed her face, her cheeks, her jaw, her lips.

"Later," you promised. "We'll go to dinner, you'll behave, then we'll come back to this hotel and you're gonna fuck me with the strap until I drench the sheets, okay?" You took her jaw into your hands, making eyes contact with her.

"Yo–amor!" she breathed, eyes fluttering closed. "I need to cum."

"And then I'm gonna fuck you so good I'll have you squirting all over me. How does that sound?" 

Alexia looked at you with those soft hazel eyes.

"Sounds great, mi vida," She said, sounding a little dizzy. "Anything you want."

..

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A/n: 😝😝😝😝😝😝

[wosodream]

having some thoughts about you holy trinity kiki aitana and alexia and can’t say they are all wholesome because ughhhh

a/n: me when im a whore - (+18)

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Oh, imagine that Alexia is using a strap on you, going deeper and deeper each time as Kika kisses you deeply, not letting you form a single thought. 

Aitana is on your side, her lips wrapped around your breast, sucking your nipple so gently that makes you want to whine, beg for more.

Alexia is saying out loud everything she's seeing. She describes the way your cunt welcomes her biggest strap easily, because you are just so wet and pliant.

How Kika's making a mess of your face, a mix of sweat and saliva dripping from your lips down to your neck, the liquids cooling down your warm skin.

How Aitana's keeping a hand on your lower belly, keeping you still so Alexia can use you as she wants.

How your chest, clavicle and neck are covered in hickeys because the three of them were having a competition about who could mark you up more.

Oh...kudos if it's an ejaculation strap. <3

Alexia makes a complete mess inside of you, leaving you dripping with her.

When Alexia pulls out, out of breath and honestly a little tired, she takes the strap off and gives it to Aiatana, who doesn't even ask if she can fuck you.

Alexia's laying down now, her hand going to your clit, touching it teasily without putting any pressure on it.

Aitana penetrates you slowly, wathing as your cunt swollows their shared strap. She moved her hips until she found a good rhythm. You are moaning against Kika's mouth now, but she doesn't stop kissing you.

Kika's hands are weakly wrapped around the base of your neck, choking you just enough to make you even more dizzy, more dumb, more stupid.

That's how they want you.

They want you at their own mercy. They want you all to themselves; they want to make a mess of you, a mess that only the three of them can fix.

Maybe it was how Alexia was masturbarting you, her thumb making circles on your clit; maybe it was how Kika's hands had lowered so she was playing with your nipples; or maybe it was how Aitana was going even deeper than Alexia.

You didn't know what led to your body's culmination. 

You only remembered feeling the ejaculation from the strap filling you up even more as you squirted on the mattress.

"Breath, cariño," Alexia had told you, kissing your cheeks, your lips. "You did so well, but now Kika has to have her turn, okay?"

You don't nod, you can't.

All the muscles in your body were so relaxed that you felt like you wouldn't be able to move, even if you wanted to.

You felt somebody moving your body to the side, as if you were the little spoon, and then, you are being fucked again, but this time, it's more gentle, not so rushed. It's Kika.

Alexia keeps praising you. Aitana's naked on the side of the bed, watching everything, taking in every single action of her girls.

Alexia's kissing you now, but they are soft kisses, they are grounding. They force you to breathe through your nose instead of your mouth.

"So tight, amor," Kika says in your ear. "How can you be so tight after all of us fucked you?"

When the strap ejaculated for the third time that night, Kika pulled out, kissing the back of your neck, murmuring about cleaning you up. But Aitana was faster.

She turned you on your back. "Going to spread your legs, okay? We need to clean you."

And she did. She cleaned you up gently. And then Alexia tried to take you to the bathroom to have a shower, but you felt like there were no functioning muscles in your body.

In the end, they let you take a nap first. 

You fell asleep with Alexia's hands wrapped around your belly, while you lay your head on Aitana's chest. Kika kissed your cheek before murmuring something about making dinner.

You liked your three girls a lot, let's just say that <3

..

sorry for any typos

[wosodream]

Legally binding - Part 5

Summary: Alexia Putellas didn’t plan to become anyone’s legal guardian. But a very determined 12-year-old with a forged Barça contract has other ideas—and she's already moved in.

Warnings: Y/n has her first family dinner ever; Eli is in love; Alba has a new best friend; Alexia plucks little girl's eyes.

Word count: 7.3k

A/n: first of all, thanks for the patience, second of all, this is a little different from what I'm used to writing, it's a bit melancholic and angsty, I hope it's not that bad

..

Eli had fallen in love with Y/n the moment she saw the girl.

The kid barely had to do anything to get the older woman's affection, which was weird to Y/n. She thought she always had to give something to get something. She thought she had to be a good, quiet kid to get more dinner at night, that she had to be well-behaved to not get yelled at.

But Eli wrapped her arms around Y/n as if she had known her for ages. She kissed her head as if she had been waiting for this moment, even though Y/n was a hundred per cent sure Alexia had been keeping her a secret.

Eli sneaked a lollipop into Y/n's hand when Alexia went to the kitchen to get Alba (who looked like she was on the edge of passing out) a glass of water. She asked Y/n about her school, and if Alexia had been treating her right, if Alexia had been giving her healthy food.

Eli was just naturally affectionate, instinctively caring and wholeheartedly seemed like a good person. Y/n knew why Alexia was so good to her–she had a good mom!

It had been maybe half an hour since the Putellas met Y/n.

They were in the living room, the adults sitting on the big, white sofa while Barbie was playing on the TV, even though no one was really watching. 

Eli and Alba were too focused on the little girl doing science homework by the coffee table. Y/n was too focused on finishing her assignment fast so she could spend time with her new grandmother and aunt. 

And Alexia... well, she was focused on helping the kid understand the different planets in the solar system while also answering her mom's and sister's questions about Y/n.

The kid had told Alexia she was hungry, so Alexia decided to order food from a Mexican restaurant–she knew deep down that she wasn't going to get much cooking done, not with the way Eli and Alba were interrogating her about Y/n.

Alexia answered all of their questions (with the patience of a saint). Alba asked her who the girl really was; Eli asked about how the girl ended up in her care, and so many other questions that made Alexia's head hurt.

Y/n, ever so helpful, chimed in from time to time to give her version of the story.

"She saw me giving an interview at La Masia about how every kid should follow their dream–"

"No!" Y/n said, lifting her finger, as if to make a point. "You said that every kid should have caring parents who would allow them to follow their dreams!"

"Oh, and let me guess," Alba said. "You chose Alexia to be your parent?"

"Yes!" Y/n said happily, proud of herself.

Alba looked to her side as if ready to tell the girl a secret, she playfully leaned in and said, (absolutely not whispering at all)

"Be careful," she warned, "she used to pluck my dolls' eyes when I was a kid."

Y/n looked absolutely terrified.

Of course, Alba would scare her kid in less than a second of them meeting, Alexia thought as she rolled her eyes, giving Alba a 'really?!' face.

Meanwhile, Y/n watched Alexia in absolute horror, as if she had betrayed her deeply.

"I won't take your eyes out," Alexia had to say at least five times before the girl agreed that Alexia had left the eye-plucking world behind. "I promise."

"That's what she told me after leaving my Barbie eyeless," Alba murmured, ignoring the way Alexia pinched her.

Their conversation was cut short when the food delivery arrived. 

It was tacos.

And Y/n had never had tacos before. And oh, she loved them.

Her mouth was all smeared up with sauce. She was the first one to finish, but when she looked around, there was no more food. Alexia had only ordered one taco per person.

The girl didn't ask, she didn't look at anyone with her big, round eyes, but Alexia knew she wanted more tacos. So Alexia gave her hers.

"Here," Alexia said, handing the girl the half-eaten taco. "I don't want it anymore."

The kid looked at Alexia suspiciously. "No?"

"No," Alexia agreed, "I'm really full."

The kid looked at the taco in her hand, then at Alexia, and back at the taco. "You didn't poison it just so you can kill me and take my eyes, right?"

"Oh my god," Alexia groaned as she held the bridge of her nose.

"I have a very cool film to introduce you to, sobrinita," [niece] Alba said. "It's called Coraline, you're gonna love it!"

"Really?" The kid asked happily.

"No," Alexia rolled her eyes. "You're not watching that."

"Why?"

"Because I said so."

"That's not a real answer."

"Yes, it is!"

"N,o it's not!" The kid furrowed her eyebrows.

"They kind of look alike, don't you think?" Alba asked quietly to her mom as they watched the two in front of them arguing.

"Sí," Eli agreed, "she reminds me a little bit of Alexia when she was young."

"She's cooler than Alexia, though." Alba teased.

"Don't be mean to your sister," Eli said. "Ok, you two, stop." Eli interrupted Y/n and Alexia.

Alexia shut up right away, and Y/n too.

"Let's all finish eating, sí?" Eli said. "I want to talk more, I have so many questions."

They finished eating.

It was weird, Alexia noticed. Everybody seemed so... at ease, as if their weekly dinner date had always been made out of four people, not only three. As if Y/n had always been there.

It made Alexia feel warm inside, the feeling of family, but it was dangerous. She couldn't allow herself to feel that way, not yet.

She had a big decision to make, one she wasn't sure was the right one.

Alexia cleaned up while the three girls chatted.

"Are you really an orphan, sweetheart?" Eli asked, looking at Y/n while the girl was sitting cross-legged on the floor, drawing with crayons. "Do you have any relatives left?"

"I don't think I have any grandparents… or uncle… aunts," Y/n said, drawing what looked to be a head on the paper. "Or cousins or–"

"Did your parents die?" Alba asked bluntly. "Or were you... abandoned?"

Alexia and Eli both turned their heads to Alba. 

"Alba!" they said in unison.

Alba lifted her hands in surrender. "What! Sorry, I'm just curious."

Alexia bent down and covered Y/n's ears, who continued to draw. "Her mother left her at the orphanage when she was a baby, and her dad was never found, either."

The kid took Alexia's hands off her ears. "This is my story, you know? I was there."

"You were barely a month old," Alexia said.

"Still–" the girl said, giving her attention back to the drawing. "My heart remembers it."

Alexia pretended that those words didn't leave a mark on her. She breathed once, then twice, before putting her hands on the girl's shoulders.

"Hop hop," Alexia said. "You need to go to bed."

"What! No!" The girl said.

"Yes," Alexia said in a calm tone. "You have school tomorrow."

"But..." The girl scurried to where Eli was sitting and put her head on her lap. "I just met my family, can I please stay awake a little more?"

Family.

Alexia didn't know how to tell the girl that that wasn't necessarily her family. Not yet, not when Alexia still had doubts in her mind about whether she could really take the kid or not.

"Cariño," Eli said. "ete a dormir, vale? Mañana, si Alexia me lo permite, te llevo a tomar un helado." [Sweetheart / Go to sleep, okay? Tomorrow, if Alexia lets me, I'll take you out for ice cream]

"Really?" The girl looked from Eli to Alexia. "Can I, Alexia? Please? After school?"

Alexia didn't like it when the kid ate sweets during the weekdays, but she looked very happy right now and... Alexia wasn't sure if she had EVER had ice cream, so she nodded.

"Okay," Alexia agreed. "But only if you go to bed now."

The kid kissed Eli and Alba before going to hug Alexia, then she walked to her room.

Alexia stood frozen on the spot.

Y/n had never hugged her that way. They weren't very physically affectionate. Alexia didn't quite know how to be.

She just bought whatever the girl wanted and hoped the kid understood that that was Alexia showing she cared.

Maybe when Alexia gave her back to the orphanage, she could keep on paying for her necessities. If the State allowed it, Alexia would pay for her clothes, books, and evem open a bank account in the girl's name and put her on her own health insurance.

She was going to make sure that she was taken care of; she wouldn't completely abandon the girl. She wasn't a monster.

"She's really lovely," Eli said with a smile on her face. "I can really see how she was so drawn to you and–"

"Mami, I need to tell you something," Alexia interrupted.

..

Alexia's mom didn't take it well when Alexia told her she wasn't going to keep the kid.

It was late at night now. Alba had long gone to her house when she sensed that Alexia's and Eli's conversation was serious. 

The kid was sleeping in her room–Alexia made sure to check if she was tucked in properly–and Alexia was receiving the biggest earful of her life.

Her mom wasn't this mad when she and Alba took a bus and went to Madrid on their own when they were 15 and 17. 

She didn't fight with her when Alexia lost herself in the middle of her ACL injuries. 

Even when Alexia got a secret back tattoo at sixteen, Eli hadn't been this angry. But this? This Eli was so much different–very angry, very mad.

"What do you mean you were planning on giving that angelic child back, Alexia?" her mother asked, walking in circles in the middle of Alexia's living room while Alexia sat on the sofa, looking up at her mom guiltily.

"Mom, I didn't adopt her!" Alexia said, running her hands through her hair. "I signed papers about a contract. The kid slipped a fucking adoption form in the middle of it and–"

Her mom stopped and looked seriously at Alexia. 

"You do not cuss in front of me, Alexia." Then she continued to walk in circles. "I don't know what's happening to you. First, you become the legal guardian of a kid, then you stay a whole month without showing your face to me and your sister, and now you're cussing–what is happening?"

Alexia felt something tight building in her chest. She watched her mother pace; the judgment was so clear in every step she took. 

Alexia didn't want to disrespect her mom, but her patience was wearing thin. It was like no one around her understood what was really happening.

"You want to know what's happening?" Alexia's voice started low, controlled. "I wake up every morning terrified I'm going to mess up. I don't know if I'm feeding her the right things, if I'm saying the right things, if I'm–" She stopped, her voice cracking slightly.

Her mom paused, but the disapproval was still written across her face. "Alexia, that child needs–"

"I know what she needs!" The words exploded out of her before she could stop them. Alexia shot up from the sofa, her hands shaking. "Don't you think I know what she needs? She needs someone who knows how to braid hair without making her cry." 

Alexia looked at her mom, the vein in her forehead showing. "She needs someone who doesn't panic when she asks difficult questions. She needs someone who doesn't Google how to build a volcano for school's science fair at two in the morning! She doesn't need someone who feels like she's drowning."

Eli's eyes widened, but she crossed her arms. "So you think the solution is to give up? To abandon her?"

"I'm not abandoning her!" Alexia's voice was almost desperate now. "I'm trying to do what's best for her! She deserves someone who actually knows what they're doing–"

She pressed the heels of her palms against her eyes, feeling the sting of tears. "Someone who doesnt forget her dentist appointment, someone who doesn't travel all the time!"

The silence stretched between them. When Alexia finally looked up, her mother's expression had completely changed.

"One day, my main concern was the squad call-up for Spain," Alexia whispered, her voice breaking.

"The next day, I was trying to figure out how to put a kid on my health insurance, how to enrol her in school, how to explain to her why some days I can barely take care of myself, let alone her."

Eli stared at her daughter, watching as Alexia's shoulders shook with the weight of everything that had been happening in the last weeks.

The anger that had been building in her chest moments before was completely gone now; it was replaced by something that felt like her heart breaking.

She saw it now–it wasn't that Alexia was defiant or selfish. No–she was scared. 

Her oldest daughter, who had always been a perfectionist, who had always held herself and everything she did to a high standard, was now terrified that she wasn't enough for the little girl sleeping down the hall. That she wasn't going to give everything the girl needed. That she couldn't be what she needed.

Eli's expression softened completely. She gently knelt down in front of Alexia and took the hands that were covering her face.

"Hija, mírame a mí," Eli said softly. [Honey, look at me]

Alexia did just that, feeling her eyes filling with tears, but she didn't want to cry in front of her mom. She never did.

"You don't mean what you're saying," Eli said, her voice firm.

"It's late, and you're tired. I have felt like this when you and Alba were younger–like you two were responsibilities too heavy to carry, like you were too precious, that I couldn't do anything wrong to you, that you two would break."

Alexia gulped, trying to keep her composure.

"You know what I see when I look at you with that little girl?" Eli's voice was gentle now, all the anger gone.

"I see the way your whole face changes when she smiles, or when she seems happy. I see how you always make sure she's eating before you even think about your own food."

Alexia's breath hitched, but she didn't look away from her mother's eyes.

"I went to her room while you two were talking to Alba," Eli continued, her thumb stroking over Alexia's knuckles.

"Those purple curtains? The matching rug? That wasn't an obligation, mija. That was love."

A fresh tear rolled down Alexia's cheek. "She mentioned once that purple was her favourite colour," she whispered. "I just... I wanted her to feel like it was her space."

"And those shoes she's wearing?"

Alexia's voice was barely audible. 

"Her old ones had holes. She never complained; she wanted to keep them. But I took her to Nike anyway and let her pick whatever she wanted."

"She was excited...She kept saying, 'Are you sure? as if she couldn't believe they were really hers, it was weird, because I feel like she deserves everything."

Eli's own eyes filled with tears. "Yeah? What about her hair? It's so beautiful, Alexia. Were you the one who braided it?"

"Sí, she used to cry every morning trying to brush it, or sometimes not brush it at all" Alexia said.. "So I searched on youtube how to get her hair done, and all that… it doesn't look that good, but it's the best I could do."

Eli reached up and cupped her daughter's face with both hands.

"Hija, listen to me. Love isn't about being perfect. It's about showing up. And you've been showing up for that little girl every single day, even when you're scared, even when you don't know what you're doing." 

She wiped away Alexia's tears with her thumbs.

"You chose that girl the moment you decided her comfort mattered more than your convenience. You chose her when you learned how to do her hair. You chose her when you made her room feel like home. And she chose you right back."

"I don't know, mami, it's too much sometimes, a whole... kid," Alexia said.

"It seems to me, Alexia," Eli said gently, "that you chose that girl just as much as she chose you."

Eli sat beside Alexia, wrapping an arm around her. "If you choose her every day, then you are already a better parent than most people out there."

"I don't know how to be a parent, mami," Alexia said in a small voice that even she wasn't used to hearing from herself.

"You already are one, cariño," Eli said, kissing the top of Alexia's head. "You can't do anything about it now. Trust me, once you get a child, they are yours forever."

Alexia chuckled, but it didn't have much joy in it. "Is that why you're comforting your thirty-year-old daughter?"

"I'm comforting my thirty-year-old daughter because she's hurting and needs her mom," Eli said firmly. "You need your mom just as much as that kid needs her mom, which is now you." 

She moved her arms from around Alexia to hold her hands instead.

"That's why you need to step up. You can't go on with the thought of giving her back when things get hard. She's yours now, Alexia, and things will get hard, especially because she's not like any other kid–she has a past."

"I was scared all the time when you and your sister were little. Terrified, actually. But I couldn't let you two see it because you needed a rock, you needed comfort, someone you could talk to.

That's exactly the person Y/n will need, and you already are that person. You can't just let your fear get in the way."

Alexia looked up at her mother, eyes still wet with tears. "But what if I, I don't know, what if I mess up?"

"Mija," Eli squeezed her hands, "that girl has already been through the worst thing that could happen to a child–being alone. You're not going to mess her up by loving her... you're going to heal her by showing up, by being patient, by letting her know she's safe."

Alexia let her mom's words sink in.

Eli understood that this was something Alexia needed to work through alone, so she gently kissed Alexia's forehead before leaving her apartment quietly.

Alexia breathed in and out, more times than she could count.

Her mom was right.

There was no going back with this kid. Maybe Y/n hadn't come into her life in the most normal way possible, and maybe it was the kid who chose her first instead of the other way around, but it didn't matter now.

The kid had been with Alexia for only a few weeks, but it felt like so much more.

Alexia just... couldn't picture her life without the kid.

If the kid were to be sent back to the orphanage, would she just wake up and make omelettes for only one person? Would she drive around Barcelona without hearing a kid saying random things in her ear? Would she walk right past a kids' clothing store without going inside to buy some winter clothes?

That was her life now. The kid was her life.

That girl had changed Alexia in only a few weeks, but it was enough for Alexia to create a connection with her, for Alexia to feel responsible for her.

Her mother was right. Alexia was scared to be a parent, scared to screw up, but being scared was also part of parenting. 

Parents didn't feel like they were doing the right thing all the time–they feared for their kids, they felt unsure, they felt stressed, but most important of all, they felt love. So much love.

And love was something Alexia felt for that kid, deeply.

Eli was a good mom to Alexia and Alba.

Of course, there were a few episodes during her childhood and teenage years when Alexia thought her mom could have acted differently, sometimes she was too angry, too stern, but Alexia never felt not cherished or not loved.

If Alexia could make sure that kid felt loved, then half of her work was done.

That was what Alexia was going to do. She was going to wake up the next morning and treat Y/n as if she was there to stay, because she was.

Y/n had chosen Alexia to be her family, and Alexia was going to act like it. No more thoughts about keeping the kid a secret, no more asking the kid to lie about who was responsible for her.

Y/n was Alexia's kid, and Alexia was going to step up and act like it.

She was going to be like her mother–caring, always there, present. The kid deserved that; she deserved so much more, too, but Alexia was going to learn.

Alexia didn't need to be the best parent in the world. Alexia only needed to be the best parent for Y/n.

Alexia made her way to her own room. It was too late, way past her own bedtime, she had training the next morning, and she had to drop Y/n off at school before going to Barcelona's training ground.

The kid's room had the door closed. The kid never let the door close, said she was too afraid of the dark. For a second, Alexia thought about opening the door to her room and giving her a goodnight kiss.

But it was 1 am and Alexia didn't want to wake her up, so she walked right past the kid's room and lay down on her bed.

She knew the kid was going to find her way into the bed in the middle of the night anyway; she always did.

Alexia left a pillow on her left side, where the kid usually slept and let her eyes fall shut as well.

The next morning, everything was going to be better. Maybe she could take the kid to Barcelona, introduce her to everybody as her own.

The kid would like that, Alexia was sure.

And with that, Alexia fell asleep.

She just didn't know that the bed in the other room was empty, and that Eli had left the door unlocked.

..

When Alexia woke up the next day, she didn't feel pressure on her back, she didn't feel Y/n's morning kick into her ribs.

She was also completely covered by the duvet, something that Y/n always stole from her in the middle of the night.

Alexia opened her eyes and didn't see anything-or–or well–anyone lying on the spot next to her. Alexia frowned, thinking that was obviously weird.

Then she got up from the bed and knocked on her bathroom door. The kid had her own suite, but she said Alexia's water was warmer (it wasn't). She knocked once, but the kid didn't say anything.

Then Alexia knocked again. Still nothing.

"Y/n?" Alexia said, "I'm going in, is that okay?"

No response.

Alexia opened the door carefully and was met with her empty bathroom. The sink was clean, her skincare products were on the top shelves–she had put them there because the kid always found a way to get to them, and Alexia thought she was way too young to put anti-ageing cream on.

Alexia walked to her walk-in shower and noticed that it was dry, so the kid hadn't taken her morning shower yet.

Alexia didn't understand what was happening. She opened her phone and saw that it was Wednesday. It wasn't Saturday, it wasn't Sunday. It was a weekday, so Alexia couldn't understand why the kid wasn't in her room, ready to start the day.

Alexia put on her robe and walked right to the kitchen, expecting to find the kid there, trying to make breakfast for them. But once again, the kitchen was empty, and the TV wasn't playing the cartoons Y/n liked so much.

Alexia was starting to get nervous, really nervous.

"Y/n?" Alexia said out loud, to nowhere in particular. "Where are you? We need to go. You can't be late for school."

The house was silent, as if its walls were keeping something from Alexia.

"Y/n?" Alexia went to the laundry room. Nothing. Then she went to check the powder room. Nothing.

Then she walked to the kid's room. She didn't know why it was the last place she checked–maybe because, deep down, Alexia knew she was going to be met with an empty room.

The kid's bed was made. Nothing was out of order.

The dolls Alexia had bought her were sitting perfectly on the shelf, the science kit Alexia had gotten her for getting a 10/10 in biology was in the corner of the room, as if it were untouched.

Alexia walked into the kid's bathroom. She knocked on the door only once, but no sound came. For what felt like the tenth time that morning, Alexia was met with another empty room.

The kid's hair products were there, and her towel was neat, hanging from the hanger.

Alexia tried to breathe, but she couldn't. Her hands began shaking as she felt like her stomach was sitting heavy in her body.

"Okay," Alexia said to herself, "the kid is not here. It's okay."

Alexia quickly walked to Y/n's wardrobe, looking for her, then she looked under the bed. As Alexia feared, nothing, absolutely nothing.

Alexia ran to check the front door. 

It was unlocked.

Alexia felt like it was getting harder and harder to breathe each minute; she realised the kid wasn't there.

She opened the door to the hallway and looked from one place to another–no one was there. Then Alexia took the elevator and went down to the first floor, where she met one of the security guys.

He was sleeping at his desk. Alexia woke him up with a scream.

"My kid, have you seen her?" Alexia asked, her voice shaking. "She's like this tall–" Alexia placed her hand right by her chest. "And her hair is kinda wavy but not so much, it's not straight but not curly either and–and–"

The man looked at Alexia as if she were crazy. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Putellas, what kid?"

Alexia started to cry. "M-my kid, she's not at home. I think she ran away or–or someone took her from my apartment! I don't know, have you seen her? Did she walk through here?"

"I didn't know you were a mother, Mrs. Putellas?" the man said, as if this was the most important thing that Alexia had said.

"I am a mother!" Alexia screamed, "And my kid is not here! Can you fucking check the cameras? Maybe–fuck, maybe she walked to the pool? She doesn't know how to swim!"

The man saw how Alexia was becoming frantic and opened the cameras, watching them carefully to see if he could find any kids. Alexia looked at the cameras behind the man, but she couldn't see anything behind her tears.

Her heart was pounding, her head was hurting, and she wasn't breathing. The kid wasn't there, the kid wasn't anywhere. Alexia was going to be sick; she felt the acid taste on her tongue.

She had never been so nervous in her life. No, she wasn't nervous, she was horrified, she was in panic.

"I think I see her," the man said as he watched the camera footage up close. "That's her? Small, very skinny?"

The man pointed at the child in the footage. It had very bad quality, but Alexia could see it was hers.

"Es ella! De verdad se fue? ¿Salió por esa puerta?"" Alexia said desperately. "Cómo que no la viste?!" [It’s her! Did she really leave? Did she go out through that door? / How did you not see her?!]

"Sh-she left at 1:15am, Mrs. Putellas. I-I was sleeping, I didn't see her," the man said, holding his arms up.

"How did you not see a fucking child leaving in the middle of the night?" Alexia asked angrily.

"I-I'm sorry!" the man started. "We aren't used to people in this building having kids; it's not something that security thinks about. Also, on your apartment contract, it says no kids."

Alexia felt like it was getting harder and harder to breathe with every second the Y/n wasn’t found. 

The security guard’s face blurred in front of her, everything in the building felt too bright, too loud, even though it was quiet.

"Fuck the– apartment contract!" she snapped. "Where's Y/n? Where did she fucking go?" She stepped closer to the man, her vision filled with tears, her pulse roaring in her ears.

The man flinched. He held up his hands. “Mrs. Putellas–please–”

Alexia’s breath hitched. Her hands were trembling violently now, clenched into fists at her sides. She wasn’t thinking–just feeling, just reacting. The world seemed narrowed.

And then she blinked.

..

Alexia didn't remember what happened after that.

When she realised where she was, she was in a police station, the light too bright in her face, the seat she was sitting on too uncomfortable. 

There was a little bit of blood underneath her nails. She didn't remember if she had scratched the security guy's face, maybe she did. She felt a heavy arm around her–it was her mom. Then she felt a hand on her thigh, Alba.

She was in front of a woman wearing a police uniform who looked important. Maybe Alexia could talk to her about her kid.

"Y/n," Alexia said out of nowhere, looking at the woman with widened eyes. "She's twelve, she left, and the last time I saw her, she had this pyjama, it had strawberries on it, and she accidentally burned it on the stove, so it had a hole on the left arm hem and–"

"Hija, toma agua, por favor." her mother gave her a glass of water. Alexia didn't want to drink any of it at first, but her mother made her. [Love, please drink some water]

"You have said that already, Alexia," Alba said gently, "at least five times. The deputy here has already written everything down. You are in shock."

Alexia gave the glass of water back to her mom. "I-I'm not in shock! I lost her–"

"Mrs. Putellas," the woman said firmly, but gently. "I've already written everything down. We have police looking for your child everywhere in Barcelona, do you understand me?"

The deputy waited until Alexia nodded for her to begin. "We checked the footage, and it seems like she left on her own. She didn't have anything with her in the footage. Do you remember missing anything from her room?"

"No," Alexia said, "she didn't take anything. Her bag was there. I give her money on Monday for her to buy some snacks at school if she gets hungry, she-she left those too. She-she didn't take anything."

"Alright," the deputy said as she typed on her computer. "My division specialises in troubled kids who run away and–"

"She's not troubled!" Alexia said angrily. "She-she's not troubled. I think she heard me saying about how I wanted to give her back–" Alexia looked at the woman. "But I wasn't going to do it, not really. She had been mine the moment we met, but I think–"

"You think she ran away because she thought she was going to be given away?" the deputy said. "Alright, we already have a motive."

While Alexia was drowning in panic, the worst fear any parent could feel, Y/n had already been gone for hours.

..

Y/n had been dreaming about how she was going to go to La Masia next week when familiar voices woke her up. At first, she thought it was the TV, but Alexia never watched TV, especially not this loud.

But then she heard her name, realising it was coming from Alexia and her new abuelita. [Grandma]

She frowned and looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand–it was late. Alexia was never up this late, at least that's what she always told Y/n.

Y/n sat up in bed, and for a moment, she thought she was back at the orphanage, hearing one of the nuns yelling at kids for trying to sneak inside the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Y/n's heart was beating fast now. She didn't like that, didn't like yelling, she didn't like loud noises–it made her feel scared, especially if someone was yelling her name.

The voices were coming from the living room. Y/n slipped out of bed, her bare feet silent on the cold floor. She usually forgot to put socks on; Alexia was the one who had to remind her.

Y/n tiptoed until she was faced with her door. It wasn't completely closed–she didn't like it when it was closed, it made her room seem too dark–but right now, the door being half-opened was the reason Y/n could hear whatever... fight? Eli and Alexia were having.

Y/n was confused. She never had a mom, but she thought moms and daughters didn't fight. They loved each other, right? Eli and Alexia–why would they scream if they loved each other? Was Alba there too? Was she also screaming?

The kid put her face out of the door arch. The hallway was dark, but she could see the light from the living room, and the voices were clearer now.

"What do you mean you were planning on giving that angelic child back, Alexia?"

Y/n's stomach dropped completely. 

Giving her back? 

Alexia wanted to give her back. No, that wasn't happening, the kid thought to herself.

Alexia had promised her she was going to keep her. Y/n had told her she was going to be good and wouldn't cause any trouble.

"Mom, I didn't adopt her!" Alexia's voice was loud and frustrated. Y/n was used to seeing Alexia stressed out, but she never saw Alexia angry, never saw her mad.

That was weird; it made Y/n scared. She didn't like that conversation one bit.

"I signed papers about a contract. The kid slipped a fucking adoption form in the middle of it and–"

The words hit Y/n like a slap to her face, and just like when she was at the orphanage, she felt small, she felt wrong, like she shouldn't be there, not here, not anywhere, as if she was a mistake.

She pressed herself against the wall to her room. Her hands were shaking, and she didn't know how to make them stop. 

She wanted to run back to her bed and pull the covers over her head and pretend she hadn't heard anything, pretend Alexia wasn't saying anything, but she couldn't move.

Her legs were glued; she couldn't control her hands, and she couldn't control her breathing.

"She needs someone who doesn't panic when she asks difficult questions. She needs someone who doesn't Google how to build a volcano for school's science fair at two in the morning!"

Y/n's eyes filled with tears. She didn't try to hold them. She let the tears fall down her cheek, but she made sure to place a hand over her mouth so she wouldn't be heard, just like she did when she was younger.

The nuns didn't like the sound of children crying–that's what they always said.

"She deserves someone who actually knows what they're doing, not someone who feels like they're drowning."

Drowning.

Alexia felt like she was drowning because of her? Y/n didn't really understand what that meant, but it couldn't possibly be good, right? Y/n didn't know how to swim; if she were thrown in a body of water, she would drown too.

Was that what Alexia was feeling? As if she were thrown in the water without her floaties on? That Y/n had done that to her?

Y/n was trying to be a good kid. She didn't know how to be a good daughter, but she was trying to be at least nice. But maybe throwing people into the water wasn't something good kids did.

Maybe Y/n was bad, just like the nuns had told her she was.

"I don't know, mami, it's too much sometimes, a whole... kid."

Y/n winced when Alexia said that. She was always afraid to hear those words coming out of Alexia's mouth, that she was too much to handle. But what had she expected? She had tricked Alexia into adopting her; Alexia didn't choose her.

Alexia was thrown into this whole situation because of Y/n, and now she wanted out. It was her right, really. 

If Alexia didn't want her, Y/n would do Alexia a favour and disappear. 

That way, maybe Alexia would be happy again, maybe she wouldn't fight with her mom anymore.

The kid tried to take a deep breath; she tried to stop crying. But she couldn't. 

She quickly closed the door and walked back to her bed, sitting on the mattress while letting the tears stream down her face.

She couldn't hear anything now; it was like the voices had stopped. The only thing she could hear was her heart and her cries.

The kid looked around her room, at everything Alexia had bought her in the span of those weeks she was with her.

All the toys, all the clothing, everything. None of this was hers. It had never been. Alexia had bought them out of compromise.

She had to do it because she was her legal guardian, not because she wanted Y/n to have those things.

Alexia had been trying to make the best of a bad situation, but Y/n could see it now.

Every kind gesture, every time she had made Y/n dinner, every 'how was school?' was just Alexia trying to cope with the burden Y/n had dumped on her.

Alexia was a good person. She wasn’t mean. She didn’t yell. But she didn’t love Y/n either. She just... had to take care of her. That was different.

Y/n wiped her face with the back of her hand and stood up. 

She walked to her closet and looked at all the clothes Alexia had bought her: the Nike shoes, the Barcelona jerseys, the winter coats…everything. She couldn't take any of it. It wasn't hers to take. 

But now, wherever she was going, she had nothing again.

Y/n couldn't stay with Alexia anymore; she couldn't keep drowning Alexia. If she left now, Alexia wouldn't have to give her back. She wouldn't have to feel guilty or make excuses to the social workers.

Alexia wasn't going to keep her either way. Now Y/n had a choice: she could leave on her own, or wait for the next morning until Alexia called whoever was responsible for picking up orphans who didn't work out with their new families.

Y/n grabbed her old sneakers from the back of the closet, the ones with holes. These were hers.

Alexia had thrown them away, but Y/n went back to the garbage can and took them back. She was glad she did it.

Then she took some crayons and wrote on a piece of paper: 'I'm sorry for tricking you. You don't have to give me back, I'll go back myself. Thank you for the food and for paying for school.'

She read it carefully, but she didn't know if she should leave it there for Alexia.

She decided it was better if she didn't do anything; it was better if she just disappeared from Alexia's life. She walked through her bathroom and crumpled the piece of paper, and threw it in the trash.

Then she sat on her bed and waited. She didn't have anything to pack; she didn't need anything.

She could get food at a store–she was sure if she asked for candy, someone would give it to her, right?

And if she needed water, she could go to the park and drink it from the water fountain.

She could sleep on that playground next to her school, as well, so she wouldn't get wet when it rained.

And her school... well, she was probably not going to study, since Alexia was the one who paid her tuition, but she could always go to Barcelona's library and read some books there.

Maybe her football dream would need to be paused for a few months, just until she had everything figured out.

She could try and find some work, maybe as a dog walker; that way, she could pay for the tuition at La Masia and play football and become a big star.

The girl was thinking about her plan when she realised that the voices in the living room were getting quieter, then she heard Eli leave, the door closing. 

The next sound came from Alexia's footsteps in the hallway. Y/n watched her shadow through the door's crack; she stopped in front of Y/n's room.

Y/n held her breath, hoping Alexia wouldn't come in, that she wouldn't see her sitting there ready to leave. But then, after a moment, the footsteps continued to Alexia's room.

Y/n waited a few more minutes until she was sure Alexia was asleep. Lately, Alexia had been waking up in the middle of the night. Y/n wasn't sure why; she never asked. Alexia would question why she was up so late, too.

When Y/n thought Alexia was in a deep sleep, she stood up, took one last look at the room, said goodbye to her dolls, and opened the door.

The hallway was still dark and quiet. Y/n walked through the hallways, looking at the pictures hung on the walls.

They were mostly pictures of Alexia, Alba and Eli; some of them were Alexia with the girls from Barcelona.

Y/n wished, deep down, that Alexia would hang a picture of her there one day, but it didn't happen, and it never would happen.

She opened the front door as quietly as she could (it was already unlocked; Y/n was sure it was Eli who forgot to lock it) and stepped into the hallway.

The building was silent, just like Alexia's house. 

The elevator was too bright, and Y/n didn't like that.

When the elevator opened its doors, Y/n took a peek at the security guy. She prayed that he was sleeping, so that he wouldn't see her, and he really was.

Y/n walked past him and stepped into the night. It was too cold, way too cold. She felt her body shiver. She didn't know if she should turn right or left, but maybe it didn't matter, since she didn't know where she was going.

Either way was fine. The kid decided to move forward.

She just knew she couldn't keep being this weight on Alexia's life. She was old enough to be alone, old enough to care for herself.

Maybe she was alone again, but it didn't matter, because this time, she had chosen it. 

She didn't want to be a bother to someone as nice as Alexia. 

She wished she had never shown up at her house, that she had never gotten a taste of what love felt like. 

Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much.

..

a/n: yeah...sorry <3 Did I create another situation I have no idea how to fix? Yes, yes I did

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