QATAR - PEDRI
summary: youre messis daughter and dating pedri while the world cup is happening
warnings: none
@yourinsta
the journey to qatar was amazing, now that I've spent the first three hours here I cant wait for the world cup to start.
Vamos Argentina y Vamos Espaรฑa ๐ฆ๐ท โค๏ธ ๐ช๐ฆ
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@garnacho7 ๐๐ผ๐๐ผ
@pedri โค๏ธ๐ช๐ฆ
@random supporting two teams is insane
@random imagine having the problem that your bf plays for spain and your dad for argentina and you dont know who you'll support
@random thats my dream problem
@random VIVA ESPAรAAAA
@random I hope Messi can win it this year
@random can we please talk about how cute pedris smile is in the third picture??
@random why does she have the spanish passport if shes Argentinian??
@random she grew up in spain
@random Hala madrid
@random who is she?
@random shes Messi's daughter
@pedri
Esto acaba de empezar, sรญ, pero quรฉ debut locos! Vamos Espaรฑa โค๏ธ๐ช๐ฆ
(This has just begun, yes, but what a crazy debut! Let's go Spain)
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@yourinsta guapoooo๐๐๐ (handsome)
@pablogavi simp
@pedri โค๏ธ
@random LMAO
@random Pedri Potter
@pablogavi Hermanoooo looking good
@random hes soo fineee
@rodri so excited to play with you pedri ;)
@ferrantorres mรกgico
@random spain gon win the world cup
@random lets go spainnn
@sefutbol que chico ๐๐ (what a boy)
@marcosalonos pedriiii ๐๐
@yourinsta
Amazing game by spain as always, it was great to support you @pedri with @siramartinezc and lets keep going this way. Vamos Espaรฑa โค๏ธโค๏ธ
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@pedri red looks good on you amor โค๏ธ pinned comment
@siramartinezc ๐ช๐ฆโค๏ธ
@pablogavi youre my favourite girlfriend of pedri
@yourinsta oh... thank you gavi...
@pedri gavi.
@anapelayoz mis chicas espaรฑolas favoritas ๐โค๏ธ (my favourite spanish girls)
@antonellaroccuzzo ๐๐
@mikkykiemeney when are you coming to a game with me ? ๐๐
@yourinsta soon... maybe...
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@pedri
Muchas gracias por todo, Luis. Por tu confianza y por tu apoyo desde el primer momento, y por haber creรญdo y cuidado siempre a este grupo. No hemos lIlegado donde querรญamos en este Mundial, pero seguro que el futuro te deparara nuevos exitos
Muchas gracias tambiรฉn a toda la gente que ha estado a nuestro lado. Por ellos y por la @sefutbol tenemos que pasar pรกgina y trabajar para dar alegrรญas a nuestro paรญs de la mano de Luis De la Fuente. Su suerte serรก la nuestra. ๐ช๐ฆ
(Thank you so much for everything, Luis. For your trust and for your support from the first moment, and for having always believed and cared for this group. We haven't gotten where we wanted in this World Cup, but I'm sure the future will bring you new successes
Many thanks too all the people who have been by our side. For them and for the @sefutbol we have to turn the page and work to give joy to our country from the hand of Luis De la Fuente. Your luck will be ours.)
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Spain has been great and it's really unfortunate that we had to leave Qatar after this loss. I wish we could've went on further but I'm sure everyone is gonna take this as a challenge and win more trophies in the next 4 years. โค๏ธ๐ช๐ฆ
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@pedri โค๏ธ
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@yourinsta
TO THE FINALSSS
VAMOSSS
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@leomessi ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท
@pedri โค๏ธ
@random YESSS TAKE IT HOMEE
@random vamoooooo argentinaaaaaaa
@random france easy win
@random ๐๐
@random mbappe as world cup champion sounds better
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@leomessi
CAMPEONES DEL MUNDO!!!!
Tantas veces lo soรฑรฉ, tanto lo deseaba que aรบn no caigo, no me lo puedo creer...
Muchas gracias a mi familia, a todos los que me apoyan y tambiรฉn a todos los que creyeron en nosotros. Demostramos una vez mรกs que los argentinos cuando luchamos juntos y unidos somos capaces de conseguir lo que nos propongamos. El mรฉrito es de este grupo, que estรก por encima de las individualidades, es la fuerza de todos peleando por un mismo sueรฑo que tambiรฉn era el de todos los argentinos... Lo logramos!!!
VAMOS ARGENTINA CARAJO!!!
Nos estamos viendo muy pronto... ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท
(WORLD CHAMPIONS !!!
I dreamed it so many times, I wished it so much that I don't fall yet, I can't believe it...
Big thanks to my family, all my supporters and also to all those who believed in us. We prove once again that the Argentinians when we fight together and united we are capable of achieving what we set out to do. The credit is of this group, which is above individuality, is the strength of all fighting for the same dream that was also that of all Argentinians... We made it !!!
LET'S FUCKING GO ARGENTINA !!!
We're seeing each other very soon...๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท)
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@yourinsta LETS GOOOOOOOO CAMPEONES
@fcbarcelona beautiful ๐
@enzofernandez CAPITรN ๐๐ผ๐๐ผโค๏ธโค๏ธ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท
@garnacho7 ๐๐ฆ๐ท
@antonellaruccuzzo โค๏ธ๐ฆ๐ท
@seleccionargentinaen "Lionel Messi has shaken hands with paradise"
@brycehall ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท
@lisandromartinez Mi capitรกn ๐๐ผ๐ฆ๐ท
@random lmao barca commented
@random poor Cristiano
@random G.O.A.T.
@random I call this history
@yourinsta
This has been an incredible and surreal time and I'm so so thankful for everyone I met during my time there and I am so happy that my native country won it.
Thank you Qatar and VAMOS ARGENTINA ๐ฆ๐ท
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@selecciรณnargentina "todos somos montiel"
@leomessi VAMOSSSSS ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท
@antonellaroccuzzo โค๏ธโค๏ธ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ท
@pedri ๐
@433 that world cup was special...
@pablogavi pedri looks so handsome ๐๐
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@yourinsta
argentina has been magical, thank you for sticking along @pedri โค๏ธ
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@pedri de nada amor โค๏ธ๐
@leomessi ๐๐ป
@random this is so dad of him ๐๐
@random MESSI
@mikkykiemeney so pretty ๐
@yourinsta โค๏ธ
@random i love her and pedris relationship
@random that first picture >>
@random argentina did well ngl
@random pedri in the first pic AAAA
@random Idk who I'm jealous of, her or Pedri
@yourinsta
mi equipo ๐ซถ๐ป๐ฆ๐ท
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@leomessi mi hija โค๏ธ
@pedri beautiful girl ๐๐
@yourinsta โค๏ธ
@random VIVA ARGENTINA
@random undeserved
@yourinsta
back in barcelona, no better place then home ๐ซถ๐ป
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@pedri โค๏ธ
@mikkykiemeney Home โค๏ธโค๏ธ
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Neymar finds out that his teenage daughter is dating Ethan Mbappรฉ and was mad that she didn't tell him.
caught ! | neymar x teen! fem! reader!
warnings; ?? protective neymar , like a curse word
note; had to add bruna ๐ซถ and my requests are closed!!!! iโm not taking any requests atm!!!! also not proof read so sorry if itโs bad๐ฉ๐ฉ
masterlist !
โOi [hey] , where are you two going?โ Neymar questions when he sees you and Bruna all dressed up. You had landed in Paris the day before after spending a few weeks in Brazil. The only thing on your mind was seeing your boyfriend, the boyfriend that your father had no idea of.
Bruna was the only one who knew. You were both close and became even closer after recent news. She also knew how protective Neymar was over you and decided that it wasnโt her place to tell him.
She was going with you to watch Ethanโs game which was when your father caught you both.
โOh, just a girls trip, right, Bruna?โ You say as you look up at her with an expression that screamed โplay alongโ
โOh, yeah!โ Bruna exclaims, a smile appearing on her lips. โJust having a girls day. Itโs been a while since we had one. Weโll be back in a few hours.โ
Neymar raises his eyebrow as he slowly nods in reply. โWell, have fun and send lots of pictures.โ He says with a smile before kissing Bruna and kissing your forehead.
You both quickly said goodbye before making your way out of your home. You and Bruna share a look that screamed โwe have to be carefulโ.
Thankfully, you and Bruna were already close and had lots of pictures together on your phone that you can send to your father. You both assumed you were safe while you cheered on for your boyfriend.
Ethan was phenomenal. He did an amazing assist and even more amazing goal. You couldnโt have felt more proud of your boyfriend. After the game, you took many photos with Ethan, Kylian, Bruna, and even his parents.
Bruna had taken an adorable picture of you two. You were standing on your tiptoes and hugging Ethan while placing a kiss on his cheek. She also took another picture of the two of you actually kissing.
You and Bruna kept gushing about the photo as you both made your way back home. You had taken her phone to send yourself the pictures when something goes incredibly wrong.
โMerda! [shit] โ You loudly exclaims after realizing what you had just done.
Bruna turns to you with wide eyes, โO que aconteceu? [what happened]โ She asks, her words full of worry.
โI accidentally sent the photos to my dad.โ You quietly say. You both share a look knowing what was waiting for you when you get home.
And you were right.
The moment you stepped into your home, you immediately saw the angry and disappointed look on your fathers face as he sat in the living room.
โHey, papai! Our girls trip was amazing. Super tiring though, iโm just going to head to my room!โ You nervously say but before you could take another step, he stops you.
โY/n, come here. You know exactly why I want to talk to you.โ
Bruna lets out a sigh as she pats Neymarโs arm, โDonโt be too hard on her. You were young too once.โ She quietly tells him before leaving to her room, giving you two privacy.
โCome here, sit next to me.โ He tells you.
You slowly nod and sit down on the coach beside him. โPapai, look, I truly care about Ethan. I donโt care if heโs Kylianโs brother, I-โ
โMinha filha, Iโm not mad that youโre dating Kylianโs brother. I donโt have anything against them.โ Neymar quickly interrupts you. You immediately went from tense and nervous to confused.
You tilt your head to the side before replying, โYouโre not? Then why do you seem mad?โ
โIโm upset because you thought itโd be best to keep it hidden from me. Iโm guessing Bruna knew before me.โ He lets out a sigh, running his hands over his dark curls. โI thought you trusted me enough to tell me. If he makes you happy, then that makes me happy. I just wish you wouldโve told me.โ
You looked down at your hands which were resting on your lap. You couldnโt help but fidget with your rings. โIโm sorry, papai. I was just scared that you wouldnโt approve of him.โ
Neymar gently places his hand under your chin, making you look at him. โIf he makes my daughter happy, then I approve. Just as long as he doesnโt hurt my daughter.โ
You immediately wrap your arms tightly around your father. โIโm sorry for not telling you sooner, papai.โ
โDonโt worry, minha filha. Just next time, donโt be scared to tell me even if he hurts you. Because that I would like to know.โ
โHe wonโt, papai.โ
โSure. But at least tell me how you met. Did he treat you well?โ
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request:jjs daughter gets hurt in a soccer game but jj is away on a case
Jennifer Jareau X Teen Daughter Reader
request:jjs daughter gets hurt in a soccer game but jj is away on a case
I need more JJ, I'm British so I call it Football.
Third person pov...
It was the day of Y/N Jareaus football game the last game of the season, Y/N like her mother loved Football and was the Captain of her high school team, since the beginning of thr season her team and been doing amazing and won almost every game.
Y/N was dressed in her uniform and jsut put her shin guards on and grabbed her duffle bag she was ready to go, the then ran downstairs for breakfast.
"There's my star!" Exclaims Will as he sees his daughter come downstairs, Y/N smiles and twirls a bit as her Dad claps his hands, 5 year old Henry giggles at his sister.
"Yay sissy!" Laughs the toddler, Y/N hugs her Dad and kisses her little brothers head before sitting down and eating the feast Will made.
She then looked around someone was missing, she put the piece of toast down. "Where's Mum, I thought she was coming to see my game" she said, Will stopped drinking his coffee.
A guilty expression on his face told her. "No, she's hasn't got a case right? She promised she'd be here for my game!" Exclaims the annoyed teenager.
Will then wraps an arm around his sad daughter, pulling her to rest on his chest, he put his chin on her head. "I'm sorry honey, your Mum was sad she couldn't come watch ya" says the man, Y/N sighs before finishing her breakfast.
She was happy atleast her Dad and Brother could watch her play. The three soon leave to get to the field on time.
With JJ...
Jennifer Jareau was a successful FBI agent who worked tirelessly to keep her family safe. On this particular day, she was in the middle of an important case, interviewing witnesses and gathering evidence. She never expected she would be so far away when her daughter needed her the most.
The minute she got the call about a case she felt guilty about having to leave and not be able to watch her daughter in one of her biggest football games and she wasn't there to watch.
Atleast she would have Will and Henry to watch her. JJ then tunes back in to what Hotch was saying, they had a serial killer to catch and fast.
With Y/N...
The teenager and her team where determined to win the game. Once the game started She was in the midst of a fierce competition, her team had the ball Y/N gets passes the ball she kicks it straight into the goal.
The crowd of parents ans from erupt into cheers, Y/N gets slapped on the back and hugs from her team mates as they get the first goal. The H/C girl turns to the crowd and waves at her Dad and Brother a huge smiled on her face.
The ball is then back in the middle Y/N team has the ball, as Y/N gets it one of the opposing team is behind her, she was alot taller than Y/N but the teen wasn't intimated.
Y/N continued to run with the ball when suddenly she was shoved hard forward, she went flying over the ball almost doing a flip, she held out her arms hoping to soften the blow.
It didn't do anything, the teenager landed hard on her elbow she howled as pain exploded throughout her arm, she girl screams on pain gain the attention of the crowd.
They all go silent as Y/Ns team mate run over to their fallen leader. "I'm okay don't worry" she says as they help her stand up, she was covered in mud and grass.
The teen held her definitely broken arm gently groaning when it was accidentally moved, as she was walked over to the sidelines her Dad holding Henry in his arms come bounding through the crowd.
"Out of my way that's my daughter!" Yells the man, once they made it through Henry figured down from his Dad's arms and runs over to his Sissy.
He puts his hands on her muddy knees big eyes look up into E/C eyes. "Sissy okay?" He asks tears in his eyes, Y/Ns heart aches she can't lie to Henry.
Instead she smiles down at him as the medic come over to look her over. She hisses when they move her arm. "I'm okay Henry, just hurt I'll be okay" she says reassuring him.
Suddenly the sounds of sirens could be heard and an ambulance is parked outside the pitch, two men start rolling down a gurney towards the group.
"Out of the way please coming through" they yell Will picks up Henry and boy cries as he is separated from his sister.
The teenager is then strapped to the gurney with support for her broken arm, as they arw putting her in the ambulance Will and Henry walk over the medic stop them.
Henry cries as he sees his sister strapped in. "Sissy!" Cried the toddler. Will then speaks to the medic "that's my Daughter let me threw!" He exclaims the man then let's him and Henry in.
Will sits beside his daughter and gently lays his crying son on the side with her good arm, once he is next to his sister the child stops crying only sniffling.
Will took this chance to call his wife and tell JJย what happened.
Jennifer was immediately informed of the situation by Will she told her team and rushed to the hospital.
It took her a whole in the car but she made it, She was beside herself with worry and guilt for not being there for her daughter when she needed her the most. When she finally arrived at the hospital, she was relieved to find her daughter in good spirits, despite the pain she was in.
The doctors told Jennifer that her daughter had a clean break, and she would make a full recovery, once she got to the room Y/N was in she saw will sleeping in one of the chairs.
The blonde woman smiles at her Husband having to deal with bkth kids took alot out of him, then she looked next to him, the teen was currently in a bed her arms wrapped in a fest cast.
Next to her on thr bed was Henry he was half laying on Y/N and half on thr bed, Y/N had her good arms wrapped around him making sure he didn't fall off.
Jennifer was overwhelmed with relief, but it was tempered by the knowledge that she had not been there for her daughter when she needed her the most. "Hey Mum" whispers Y/N.
"Hi baby, how are you feeling?" Whispers JJ taking a seat on the kther side of her daughter running her hand through her H/C hair. The teen gestures to her arm. "I'm doing okay that and I'm so high on pain killers right now" she laughs as JJ smiles.
Once Y/Nย was out of the hospital JJ made sure to be there for her daughter every step of the way during her recovery, and the two of them grew even closer in the process, Henry tried to help as much as a 5 year old could.
Will make sure she keep to her bed and didn't use her arm to much.
The end!
Hope you liked this oneshot!
Sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes!
Request are open!
Word count: 1280
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more with cora please? maybe where sheโs being bullied at school for being the smartest in the classroom and her dad finding out please ;))
a/n:i really donโt know if i can continue doing this because of all anonymous people telling itโs bad and maybe it is so if it is just tell me and donโt be a f*cking p*ssy behind the anonymous stuff.
Neymar Jr Imagines (Cora) : Weโll be alright
"Y/n?" Your dad yell from downstairs
"What?" You answer half yelling
"Come here" He say
"Why?" You ask
"Come here." He say
You sigh and go downstairs not knowing whatโs going on
"Sit." He say
You sit around the table with him:
"Whatโs going on?Youโre scaring me." You ask
"Are you okay?" He ask
"Yeah?" You answer unsure of what he is doing
"Are you sure?"
"Dad what tf?" You ask
"Language." He answer
"Sorry." You say smiling
"Dad whatโs happening?" You ask
"I just got a call from one of your teachers." He say
"And?" You ask
"And she told me that your grades flopped from nowhere just like that and that she didnโt understood why so she thought something might happened at home." He say
"Do you have something to tell me?" He ask
"No." "Nothing." "Nada." You say
"Are you sure?" He ask absolutely sure that youโre not telling the truth
"Yes i am! Are we done now?" You ask
"No weโre not." He say
"I donโt believe you when youโre telling me that everythingโs fine baby talk to me please." He say
"Iโm not sure." You say
"What are you unsure about?" He ask
"I just-" "I just failed my test on purpose." You say
"Wh- Why???" He ask
"Because before everyone was bullying me because i was your daughter and now everyone bully me because i care about my future." You say smiling sadly
"Because of your grades?" He ask tears in his eyes
"Yes." You say
"And" "And i tried to not let them get into my head,but i canโt." You say
"Iโm not fucking superman or any superheroes." You say
"Am i a bad person?" You ask
"Absolutely not you are the most wonderful person in this universe too pure for anybody out here." He say
"Iโm so sorry cora." He say
You goes on and keep talking:
"So if iโm not a bad person?" "Why tf i always have bad things happening to me?" "Why?" You say while broking into tears
Your dad stand up and give you the biggest hug
"I love you cora." He say
"Itโll be okay." He say
"Weโll be alright?" You ask
"We will." He answer and kiss your forehead
a/n: i donโt know..
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Dirty Laundry
Summary: Life with two toddlers has taken a toll on your sex life for the past few weeks, but after a surprisingly calm morning, you and Javi find a creative solution to solve your problem.
Word Count: 2.8K
Pairing: Husband!Javier Peรฑa x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also, who am I to say?) vaginal fingering, paise kink, a breeding kink so dangerous that you may get pregnant just from reading, creampie, cum play, a loud washer and dryer, no actual laundry accomplished, domestic girl dad Javi, you'll always be famous
A/N: idk who unlocked my cell while I was ovulating, but once again I have escaped, and once again, we're makin' babies. I think I've convinced myself I don't know how to write anything else, and for that, I am genuinely sorry. If wanting to give Javier Peรฑa a football team worth of kids is a crime, then lock me up and throw away the goddamn key ๐ค
Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!
For as much as you loved your daughters, it was safe to say that for the past two weeks, your pair of rambunctious toddlers had been doing very little for your sex life.ย
Your 4 year old Lucy had been going through a phase of having nightmares every night, and somehow ending up in you and Javiโs bed no matter what you tried. That, combined with trying to potty train your 2 year old, Elliot, (who was nowhere close to being the breeze her older sister it was when it came to the matter), on top of preschool, work, and life in general, you and Javi had barely gotten so much as a kiss in, let alone some quality time together.ย
It had been your hope to start trying for baby number three, but after 2 months of negative pregnancy tests and another month of complete chaos, despite your best intentions, โtryingโ had very much taken a backseat in your mental to-do list. ย
But this morning when you woke up, it was almost as if a wave of calm had washed over your house to reset the state of disarray you had been in the past few weeks- Both girls had slept through the night in their own beds, had woken up in good spirits, Elliot asked to use the bathroom multiple times, and both had been happy to play in the living room together quietly as you worked on catching up on some much needed laundry.ย
So calm, in fact, that Javi was almost worried when he came downstairs for work to hear near silence, apart from the occasional giggles from the girls as they arranged their Fisher Price Little People in their Play Barn and the washer running in the background.ย
โHi Daddy!โ Lucy cooed, toddling over to her dad, wrapping her arms around his waist as Elliot quickly followed behind, perching on his leg like a koala.ย
โBuenos dรญas, niรฑas. (Good morning, girls).โ Javi grinned, squatting down to kiss the wild, sleepy curls of his daughtersโ heads, still slightly confused by the tranquil state of the house. โWhereโs Momma?โย
โWashing stinky socks.โ Lucy giggled, pinching her nose and scrunching her face, pretending to have smelled something bad.ย
โYeah, stinky socks.โ Elliot echoed, sticking out her tongue.ย
โOh yeah? Is it because my pollitas (little chickens) have stinky, smelly feet?โ Javi teased, wrapping his arms around the girls, pulling them close to his chest as he tickled their sides, the three erupting in laughter and giggles.ย
โWhatโs goinโ on out here, huh?โ You grinned, stepping out of the laundry room with your arms playfully crossed against your chest to see your husband and daughters in a tickle tackle pile on the living room floor.ย
โDaddy said we have stinky feet! Daddyโs got stinky feet, not me and Elliot.โ Lucy protested.ย
โI think you and Daddy both have stinky feet, Lucy Lu, and your dirty laundry proves it.โ You smiled, watching Javi give one last big kiss to each of the girls before pushing up off the floor with a grunt, making his way over to you. โGood morning, Mr. Stinky Feet.โย
โHey, cโmon now. I canโt have you all ganginโ up on me.โ Javi pouted through his smirk, wrapping his arm around your waist as his lips softly met yours, his words sweet and low as they danced against your skin. โGood morning, Hermosa.โย
His kiss lingered just long enough to send butterflies swirling through your stomach, biting down on your lip to try and keep your heart beating any faster than it already was. You stood there for another moment, eyes locking with his as the grip around your waist tightened just subtly enough to hint his mind was in the same place as yours.ย
You were finding a way to finally have sex this morning.ย
You could feel the arousal already beginning to pool in your core, swallowing hard as Javi tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at you while his hand slid further down your waist towards your ass, trying to devise a plan for the two of you to be alone long enough to do what you had both been so desperately craving these past few weeks.ย
As you turned your head back over your shoulder in search of ideas, a devilish grin spread across your face, looking back to Javi to gently tug on the maroon tie dangling from his neck, twisting the end through your fingers.ย
โI think I really need help with the laundry before you leave for work.โ You mewled, leaning in to press another kiss to his plush lips, followed by another on his cheek and neck, Javi letting a soft groan rumble in his chest.ย
โOh Fuck, baby. What do we do about the girls?โ He asked quietly, trying his best to keep his composure as the dark brown of his eyes grew hungrier with want.ย
โSnack and a movie? Thereโs already a baby monitor out in the living room, and if we put on โThe Little Mermaidโ, it should buy us enough time.โ You nodded in reassurance of your own idea, already growing antsy with anticipation.ย
โGod, I love you.โ Javi smirked, giving you one more kiss and a firm squeeze of your ass before breaking away towards the kitchen so you could execute your plan.ย
โHey girls?โ you called, making your way towards the living room where they were back to playing, โDaddy needs to help Mommy with some, um- laundry. So if we put on โThe Little Mermaidโ, can you show us what big girls you are and let you watch the movie all by yourselves?โ You asked, doing your best to play up your request.ย
โYes, yes, yes!โ Elliot squealed, clapping and stomping her feet. โWittle Mermaid!โย
โOkay, go get your blankets and sit on the couch and Daddyโs gonna bring you a snack to watch the movie with.โย
โYay! Movie time, movie time!โ Lucy shrieked as the girls ran to go grab their things, plopping themselves on to the respective corners of the couch. While you searched for the VHS in the entertainment center, Javi returned from the kitchen with two much bigger than needed bowls of Teddy Grahams, turning on the TV as you pushed the tape into the receiver and pressed play.ย
With the bright blue Disney logo appearing across the screen and your daughters both happily snuggled with their snacks on the sofa, you and Javi gave each other the silent nod of approval, slowly backing away towards the laundry room while the girls sat in content and entranced silence.ย
After one last peek, you carefully closed and locked the laundry room door behind you, quickly followed by turning on both the washing machine and the dryer, trying to do yourself any favors you could by drowning out any suspicious sounds.ย ย
โGood?โ Javi asked once more for reassurance, feeling his slacks get tighter and tighter around his crotch by the second as he waited for your response.ย
Without a single word, your lips were crashing into his, a messy dance of tongues and teeth ensuing between you as your bodies bumped against the laundry room counter, limbs tangled together in a frantic race to remove clothes.ย
โFuck, I missed you. Missed this.โ Javi groaned, helping you slide your top over your head and unclip your bra as he nipped at your neck, pushing your back against the dryer and caging your body under him.ย
โI know, baby, me t-too.โ You whimpered, reaching out to undo Javiโs belt buckle, shoving his pants down to his thighs, followed by his boxers, freeing his cock as it slapped against the dark hairs on the happy trail of his stomach. โMissed having your big dick inside me.โย
โFuck.โ Javi swore under his breath as you reached out to stroke him, swiping your thumb over his weeping tip to rub the precum up and down his shaft as he shoved your the waistband of your pants and underwear down your hips just far enough to let them fall to the floor around your ankles.ย
As much as you both desperately wanted to take your time, worshiping every inch of each otherโs bodies until you had nothing left to give, you knew time was not on your side. After a few more strokes, you pulled back, letting Javi snake his hand against your body to slide between your legs, the slightest graze of his fingertips already making you shutter with need.ย
At this point, even after the few weeks it had been without Javi inside you, you were wet enough that you could have taken him without any warm up, your core dripping with your arousal to the point it was smearing the inside of your thighs with its shiny coating. But even with your cunt soaking wet and time working against you, Javi couldnโt help but drag his fingers through your folds, curling to push up into your tight hole and prod against your g-spot.ย
โJesus fucking Christ, youโre so wet. This all for me, Momma? Missed me fillinโ you up with my cock? Missed me fucking you full of my cum, huh baby?โ Javi growled, his words shooting straight to your cunt, making you clamp down tighter around his fingers and your clit throb with intensity.ย ย
It had been a minute since baby making had been at the forefront of your mind, but his question set off something animalistic in the both of you, knowing that right now could give you a chance at baby number three that you had been wishing for.ย
โY-yes, Javi, fuck- want you to fill me up, baby. Want you to fill me up until you fuck a baby into me.โย
It was then that Javi couldnโt have been more thankful that you had turned on the washer and dryer to try and drown out your noise, because the groan he let escape from his parted lips was much louder than he intended.ย
But then again, there were few things in this world that turned him on more than you begging him to knock you up, so what did he expect?ย
Scooping his arms under your thighs, Javi hoisted you on top of the dryer, your ass hitting the cold, vibrating metal with a thud as your lips collided again with desperate ferocity, muffled moans escaping from your mouths.ย
โDirty fuckinโ girl. Want me to knock you up again, Momma? Give you another baby?โ Javi smirked, reaching to line his cock up with your entrance, swiping his tip through your folds to collect your slick and coat it along his length before he pushed inside you, sinking deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, hips flush with yours.ย
Words couldnโt describe how much you had missed the sweet stretch and sting of Javiโs fullness, each inch of him feeling better than the last, sobbing out as his tip kissed your cervix, all inhibitions of self-composure completely tossed out the window. Still sunk deep in your cunt, Javiโs hand shot over your mouth, stifling your cries in his palm.ย
โShhhhhh, I know, Osita. You gotta keep quiet though, baby.โย
You nodded frantically in compliance, Javiโs hand dropping to grip around your waist as you tried to catch your breath. โM-move, Javi, please.โ Your whimpering request borderlining pathetic with how badly you needed him.ย
โYou promise youโre gonna be a good girl and keep quiet?โย
โMhmmmm. I promise, baby, please.โย
With that, Javiโs hips began to snap, dragging his cock in and out of you at a dangerous pace, coating the walls with the sounds of the wet sounds of your cunt and slapping skin, muffled by the washer and dryer.ย
โOh my God, Javi. Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good.โ You whined, locking your legs behind the small of Javiโs back, keeping him as close to you as possible as he fucked in and out of you. You draped your arms around his shoulders, fingers burying themselves in the dark curls at the nape of his neck.ย
The closeness had the hairs at the base of his cock rubbing deliciously against your clit, adding to the tension beginning to build at the base of your spine, both of you knowing it wouldnโt take long to get where you needed to go after weeks without being able to have each other like this.ย
Javi could feel it too, his balls beginning to tense with each pump, using every ounce of self control to keep from preemptively spilling into you, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips and thighs, holding on to you like his life depended on it.ย
โJesus, Fuck- Fuck, I missed this tight little pussy so much. Gonna cum so deep inside you. So deep itโs gotta fucking take. God, youโre so fucking sexy when youโre pregnant. I swear Iโll give you as many babies as you want, Hermosa.โ Javi babbled, biting down on his lip as he pounded into you, reaching one of his hands down to circle at your wet, puffy clit, aching to be relieved from all the built up tension.ย
At this point, you were so drunk on pleasure that you could barely remember your own name, feeling your orgasm begin to build through every inch of your body in a way that had you seeing stars, digging your fingernails into Javiโs shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck to keep from crying out his name, forcing yourself to whisper incoherent sweet nothings against his skin.ย
โP-please, Javi. F-fill me up. Oh shit- Fuck, baby, Iโm so close.โย
Javiโs thrusts became sloppier and more erratic, fingers rubbing your clit with the perfect amount of pressure to coax your orgasm out of you before he followed suit, gritting his teeth and furrowing his brow in intense concentration.ย
โThatโs it, baby. Cum all over me. Soak my fucking cock before I fuck you full of me and knock you up. Cโmon, Momma.โย
Suddenly, your orgasm crashed through you, lighting your body up like a goddamn Christmas tree, every inch of your body radiating with bliss as you clamped down around Javiโs cock, biting down on his shoulder as you came to try and stifle your cries.ย
Javi was only moments behind you, letting out a low grunt with the final sutter of his hips as he came, coating your walls with his warm spend, fucking it into with every ounce he had left until he had milked himself dry.ย
Your bodies collapsed into each other, rising and falling in sync with heavy breaths like you had just finished the last mile of a marathon and collapsed at the finish line, damp and sticky with your sweat.ย
As much as Javi didnโt want to pull out, he could feel his cock beginning to soften and the mixture of your spend leaking from your hole. Refusing to let a drop go to waste, he pulled out of you, a groan rumbling low in his chest as he wrapped his hand around his length, dragging his tip up through your folds and collecting the cum that had been dripping out. Taking the wet mess he had gathered with his cock, he pushed himself back into you, slowly thrusting in and out of you, a devilish smirk spreading across his face at the absolutely obscene sound coming from between your legs.ย
โPromise me,โ Javi gulped between pants, finally pulling out of you again, โPromise we never go this long without having sex again. Holy Fuck.โย
โPromise.โ You couldnโt help but giggle in agreement, coming down from your blissed out high. โGod, that was the longest two weeks ever. Donโt know why we didnโt think of this sooner.โย
โBecause weโve been sleep deprived and exhausted, and our little monstros (monsters) have been giving us a run for our money.โ Javi chuckled, reaching behind you to grab a towel from the cabinet above the dryer, quickly rinsing it in the sink before wiping you up and helping you find all of your clothes.ย
โAre we crazy for wanting another one?โ You asked, looking down at your stomach, thinking about the ramifications of what you had just done.ย
โMaybe. But you drive me so fucking crazy, we may end up with 10 before you know it.โย
โJavi! Dear lord, we are not having 10 kids, you psycho.โ You laughed, playfully slapping your husband on the shoulder.ย
โStop being so hot and Iโll stop knockinโ you up.โ Javi smirked, raising his eyebrows at you as you rolled your eyes at him knowing damn well youโd have a whole army of his kids if he really wanted.ย
โYouโre ridiculous, I hope you know that. Alright, you need to get your ass to work and I need to feed the gremlins before I drop Lucy off at preschool. Letโs go, cowboy.โ You grinned, playfully smacking Javi on the ass, giving him a quick kiss as you made your way towards the door. โI love you.โย
โI love you too, Osita. I gotta remember to call my dad on the way into work.โย
โCall your dad? Why?โย
โTo see if Abuelo can take the girls this weekend so you and I can catch up on a lot of laundry.โย
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part two
โช life changed after you decided to go through it as a single woman, offering your daughter the best life she deserves, focusing on work, friends and family but damn, that guy.
โชย life is good and so is your 'friendship' with lando
โช mom!reader x dad!Charles x lando
โช book two is here & im so so sorry it took so long :( this takes place 2/3 years after desire. I kept the taglist from the first part of this series but let me know if you don't want to be tagged anymore. Comments and feedback are welcome <3 **I fucked up with Shangai gp and Suzuka, please pretend you never saw that ๐ญ
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๐ Monte-Carlo, Monaco
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y/nusername meeting manon's mini ๐ถ๐ป
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norrizz welcome to the world manon's mini! <3
milliexoxo he's here! Will drop by soon ๐
โณ manon_roux still in florida with your boy?
milliexoxo yessss โบ
logansargeant what's his name, logan?
manon_roux boy you wish :')
logiebear still not over the fact logan is a part of this silly ass friend group ๐
norry4 congrats to Manon & Alice ๐ผ
joris__trouche bienvenue petit garรงon ๐ (welcome baby boy)
landooooo zoe would make a great big sister ๐
โณ carlandooo bet lando would love to volunteer ๐
landooooo lando give y/n a 2nd baby pls ๐ญ
norrisgp what the actual fuck is wrong with you guys?
landonorris thanks for the nephew ๐
landonorris his name's lando right?
โณ alicedidier ๐
landonorris classy
yukisan MANON HAD A BABY?!
โณ landoscar girl her and her wife have a whole football team already ๐
yukisan WIFE?!
charles_leclerc bรฉbรฉ, tu es dรฉjร tellement aimรฉ ๐ถ๐ป๐ (baby boy, you're so loved already)
leclerc_16 all these men in the comments having massive baby fever lmao
charlos16 I personally think Charles and y/n should give zoe a sibling
โณ norry4 leave them alone jfc
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y/nusername straya ๐ฆ๐บ
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oscarpiastri would've given you a tour if you'd told me you were here
โณ y/nusername I've been here before, I know my way around :')
oscarpiastri I guess what i'm trying to ask is; do you want to hang out?
y/nusername no, I only want to hang out with lily
oscarpiastri that's fair and totally understandable
landoscar I love them your honor ๐ญ
norrizz just two girlie girls living their best lives ๐ฅบ
charles_leclerc c'est dรฉfinitivement ta fille ๐ (definitely the your daughter)
โณ arthur_leclerc deux divas (two divas)
y/nusername tu devrais peut-รชtre te regarder dans le miroir une seconde ;) (maybe you should look in the mirror for a second)
joris__trouche trois divas dont Arthur ๐ (three divas including Arthur)
y/nusername fais-en quatre parce que tu es le plus grand de tous ๐คฃ (make that four because you are the biggest one of them all)
norry4 can't wait to see your pretty face on TV again <3
milliexoxo thanks for the invite..
โณ y/nusername you're welcome ๐
logansarge mom abandoning her child again lol
hamilt44n pls continue to humble Danica this season ๐
sharl16 I'm counting 3 adorable koalas in this post ๐จ
landonorris do you want to build a snowman?
โณ y/nusername no
landonorris oh โน๏ธ
y/nlando please y'all still so cute :(
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mrsnorris interesting
oscarpiastri knew I was being watched
norrisfour in the mclaren garage again? Interesting indeed ๐
โณ bott_ass she was in Oscar's side of the garage, calm your tits
norrizz yall need to chill out, she's with mclaren, ferrari and williams most of the time. She's friends with their drivers. Give it a break.
logansarge what the hell millie, a mclaren hoodie?! ๐ญ
โณ milliexoxo I'm sorry, it was the first thing I found in y/n her suitcase!
landoscar it's alright bestie, we know it's your favorite team <3
milliexoxo don't tell my bf :(
charlos16 dinner with lando you say?
maxfnorris where's zoรซ?
โณ sharl16 she's got a dad too yknow?
maxfnorris I never see them together
sharl16 then you need a pair of glasses cause youre blind as shit, Charles loves to show off his daughter ๐
landonorris starting to feel you're a bit obsessed with osc
โณ y/nusername just a bit?
landonorris a bit too much
manon_roux same ๐ฅฐ
y/nusername yeah, don't you just want to pinch his cheeks and ruffle his hair?
manon_roux i just want to kidnap him and put him in my basement
oscarpiastri this is getting weird now, should I be worried?
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What are you doing in London?
I mean I know why you're in London but want to see if you're going to be secretive about it again ๐
y/nusername
?
manon_roux
No shame in visiting the people you'll call your in laws in a couple of months ๐
y/nusername
Don't you have a newborn to look after?
manon_roux
He's taking a nap
If he let's me, I'll have 20-30 minutes to annoy you
Are you staying at his place?
y/nusername
I hope Noah keeps you up at night
manon_roux
He's got a one bedroom flat, right?
y/nusername
He's got a couch
manon_roux
lol and who's sleeping on it? You?
He's not letting you sleep on his couch and you're not letting him sleep on the couch either
y/nusername
People can sleep in the same bed without anything going on
We did it before
manon_roux
we never dated nor do we still have feelings for each other
y/nusername
I'm glad you know how I feel
manon_roux
Bubs you're an open book to me, it's written all over your face
Even your baby daddy is trying to get you two back together
y/nusername
what?
manon_roux
oh c'mon charles is trying so damn hard to get you and lando back together, don't play dumb with me ๐
you meeting up with mum and dad norris? ๐ฅฐ
y/nusername
You've been hanging out with millie too much
manon_roux
and you've been hanging out with my wife too much because why are you ignoring my questions?
y/nusername
Suck my nonexistent dick babes
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I tried for years babes but turns out your into British goblins :(
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Overprotective Dad
Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (y/n)
Warnings: google translate spanish..
Girl Dad Carlos series continues, enjoy!
Carlos, Charles and Pierre participated in the World Stars Football match. It was a charity football match and it was happening tonight so you and your now three year old daughter Bea decided to go with Carlos and cheer for him.
It was no secret that Carlos loved football and is an avid fan of Real Madrid, so the fact that his wife and daughter will be watching him play tonight made him all too excited.
"Estรกn mis niรฑas listas?" Carlos asks entering Bea's room where the two of you were getting her ready. (Are my girls ready?)
"All done! Go show daddy what you're wearing." You say as you tighten the red ribbon on her tiny curly ponytail and put her down from your lap. Bea excitedly runs towards Carlos and spins around in front of him showing him the small grey Ferrari sweatshirt that had Sainz written in big red letters on the back and number 55 on the front in the right top corner of the sweatshirt.
"Wow, mi amor, eres hermosa." Carlos says picking her up in his arms and kissing her chubby cheek that was blushing. Bea was a truly girly little girl and she loved compliments and attention especially from Carlos. And Carlos being the best girl dad in the world loved spoiling her. "What does it say on your back?" He asks her.
"Sainz" You whisper to remind her.
"Sainz" And she repeats after you.
"Are you gonna cheer for papa tonight?"
"Yes!!" She screams clapping her hands.
"Did you show him you hair?" You ask stepping closer to them and fixing the ribbon on her hair.
"Let me see." She quickly turns her head and reaches for her ponytail for him to see. "Ayy, maravillosa!" (Gorgeous!)
You put on your long trench coat and high heel boots and Carlos took his backpack and Bea into his arms. Soon you were out the door on your way to the stadium. Since it was big event with a lot of famous athletes, there was a ton of reporters impatiently waiting for them to arrive.
As soon as you saw it, mild anxiety washed over you. You got used to it by now, but you didn't like them taking pictures of Bea. So far you have successfully kept your three-year-old out of the media eye. It's not that you were hiding her, but you didn't like them sharing pictures of her all over the internet.
Besides, as much as Bea is an extrovert and loves attention, she's still just a little kid who gets terrified of a crowd of strangers shouting in her face. And that's exactly what happened this time.
As soon as you got out of the car they spotted you and the camera flashes went off like crazy. You took a deep breath opening the back door of the car to get Bea out of her seat. Carlos stood behind you with the backpack in his hand and held the door of the car open.
"Come here, baby" You say unbuckling her belt as she stretched her arms towards you. Bea already noticed from the car that something was happening outside. They were calling for you shouting your names out loud and she was very confused about who these people are and how do they know her name.
You positioned her on your hip and tightly wrapped your arms around her. At first her big brown eyes widened watching all those people standing in your way as you started walking towards the stadium. Carlos had his arm around you as you walked close to him, but you were struggling because it was hard to see clearly from the flashes and in addition to all that, you were wearing high heel boots and holding your child.
"Mama.." You could hear Bea's heart pounding against your chest and it didn't take long for her to burst into tears. It all became too much for her.
"Baby, it's okay shh.." You tried, but it didn't help and you completely understood why. "Oh my God, I'm gonna trip and fall"
"Give me her" Carlos slung his backpack over his shoulder and stopped walking for a second to take her from your arms into his.
"Are you okay? Hold on to me." He asked you and you quickly gave him a nod. She hid her face into his neck and you held on to his arm as you started walking again.
You could feel Carlos slowly starting to fume with anger because they scared and made his little girl cry, and she was so excited to come here and watch her daddy play. You tightened your grip on him trying to calm him down, but once one of them tried to shove their camera into her face, Carlos was about to lose it. He was not having any of that.
"Do that one more time and I'll smash the fucking camera against your head you fucking piece of shit" He stopped in tracks, his brown eyes darkened. If he hadn't been holding Bea, he would have punched him for sure.
"Carlos, no please" You said pulling him away.
When you finally managed to make your way through the crowd and reach the inside of the stadium you ran into Charles.
"The Sainz family!" Charles yelled smiling, but he quickly noticed something was wrong.
"Just give us a second please." Carlos said to him as you two stood to the side to calm Bea down. "Bebe, it's okay, you're safe, daddy wouldn't let anything happen to you" He said softly wiping her tears away and placing a kiss on her cheek. After a few minutes of comforting, the tears dried up and the sweet smile returned to her face.
"Papi no nos dejes" She said quietly playing with the collar of his t-shirt. (Daddy, don't leave us)
"No bebe, tu y mami vendrรกn conmigo. Vas a apoyar a papรก, sรญ?" Carlos said tickling her tummy making her laugh and nod in agreement. (No baby, you and mommy will come with me. You're going to cheer for dad, okay?)
"We'll be daddy's loudest cheerleaders, okay?" You said gently pinching her cheek.
"Y mรกs hermosas" (and the most beautiful)
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Womanizer (Part 1)
Fuckboy!Alexia Putellas x reader
Word count: Around 14k
Warning:highly suggestive (minors DNI), some angst.
Based on this request
Part 2
Note: I will be posting Part 2 in a few minutes, I just need to proofread it!
You relocated to Barcelona, hoping for a fresh startโa new city, new people, and a chance to rebuild your life with your three-year-old daughter, Mia.
You needed a place where the past wouldnโt haunt you, where you could finally focus on giving Mia the stable life she deserves.
It hasnโt been easy. You spent five years with your ex-boyfriend, someone you once believed was your forever. But over time, the cracks began to show.
He cheated on you more times than you care to remember, always finding excuses, always making promises he never kept.
When you discovered you were pregnant, you thought maybe things would changeโthat becoming parents might finally bring him closer.
Instead, the moment he found out about the pregnancy, he walked out on you without a second thought.
He left you to carry the weight of it all aloneโheartbroken, pregnant, and unsure of what the future held.
Here in Barcelona, you met your neighbor, Carmen, a true blessing in your life. From the very first day you moved in, she was thereโknocking on your door with a plate of home-cooked food, her warm smile making you feel like you werenโt quite so far from home.
Additionally, Carmen speaks English, which has been a great relief. Navigating a new country is challenging enough, and trying to learn Spanish on top of it all has been overwhelming at times.
Still, you believe your Spanish is at a decent level.
So when you first realized she was fluent, it felt like another little gift from the universe.
Carmen, with her silver-streaked hair and lively eyes, quickly became a constant in your new world, someone who seemed to understand without asking too many questions.
โYou remind me of my daughter,โ sheโd say often, her tone affectionate as sheโd pass by your door or hand you a fresh loaf of bread from the bakery down the street.
It didnโt take long before she offered you a job at her pride and joyโher little flower shop on the corner. โItโs nothing fancy,โ sheโd told you with a shrug, โbut itโs my heart. And I could use the help. Youโll like it, trust me.โ
At first, you hesitated. You hadnโt planned on working with flowers, or working at all, not while you were still getting your bearings in a new city.
But Carmenโs offer came at just the right time, and something about her made it impossible to refuse.
The shop itself is small but beautiful. The soft light from the street filters through the windows in the morning, casting a warm glow over the arrangements of roses, lilies, and wildflowers.
You spend your first days trimming stems, arranging blooms, and greeting customers. Itโs peaceful in a way you hadnโt expectedโalmost therapeutic.
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One afternoon, while youโre carefully arranging a bouquet behind the counter, the soft chime of the doorbell rang through the shop. You glanced up, and there she isโAlexia Putellas.
Her arrival is impossible to miss. Not only because sheโs Barcelonaโs football darling, her face splashed across billboards all over the city, but because sheโs also infamous for her reputation. A womanizer. The kind of woman who seems to have a new lover every week.
Carmen had spoken of her often, describing how Alexia visits the shop almost daily. To Carmen, sheโs practically like a daughter.
But until now, you hadnโt seen Alexia yourself. Sheโs been away, traveling for football matches.
Your daughter, Mia, is a huge fan of hers, idolizing her both as a footballer and a larger-than-life figure.
Youโd never told Mia about Alexiaโs reputation thoughโit wasnโt something your three-year-old needed to know obviously.
Alexia entered the shop with that unmistakable swagger, every movement filled with a quiet confidence that immediately grabs attention.
Sheโs not alone either. A shorter woman is draped under her arm, looking relaxed and cozy, as if sheโs used to being in such close proximity to Alexia.
Itโs unclear whether sheโs a friend or one of Alexiaโs many "flings," but the way they moved together hints at something more, or perhaps nothing at all. With Alexia, itโs hard to tell.
Alexia greeted Carmen as though sheโs just stopped by to visit family.
She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Carmenโs cheek. โยกHola, Carmen!โ she said warmly. โยกQuรฉ gusto verte! Te he echado de menos.โ (Hi, Carmen! It's so good to see you! I've missed you)
Carmen beamed, clearly delighted to see her. โยกAlexia! ยกQuรฉ alegrรญa verte de nuevo!โ she exclaimed , her voice filled with affection. (Alexia! What a joy to see you again)
โHace tiempo que no pasabas por aquรญ. ยฟCรณmo te ha ido? Todo bien con los partidos?โ (It's been a while since you last came by. How have you been? Everything going well with the matches?)
โTodo bien, gracias. Una temporada agotadora, pero estamos ganando, asรญ que vale la pena,โ Alexia replied, her eyes drifting around the shop before locking onto you. (All good, thanks. It's been an exhausting season, but we're winning, so it's worth it)
โEsta es Laura,โ she added casually, introducing the woman at her side. (This is Laura)
โLaura, te presento a Carmen, la dueรฑa de esta maravillosa floristerรญa.โ (Laura, let me introduce you to Carmen, the owner of this wonderful flower shop)
Laura smiled kindly at Carmen. โEncantada, Carmen,โ she said, her voice soft but genuine. (Nice to meet you, Carmen)
โEl placer es mรญo, Laura,โ Carmen replied. โยฟQuรฉ te trae por Barcelona?โ (The pleasure is mine, Laura.What brings you to Barcelona?)
Laura shrugged with a small laugh. โEstoy aquรญ de visita. Alexia me estรก mostrando la ciudad.โ (I'm here visiting. Alexia is showing me around the city.)
The conversation flowed easily between them, but Alexiaโs gaze kept drifting back to you.
Her eyes swept over you in a way that felt unsettlingโalmost predatory, as if she were sizing you up.
Itโs a look youโve seen beforeโback when you were too trusting, too naive, and ended up burned by someone who once gazed at you the same way.
After a bit of back-and-forth, Carmen invited Laura to check out some of the newer flower arrangements, leading her away from the counter. And thatโs when Alexia seized her moment.
She walked over to you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. โHola, guapa,โ she said in a tone dripping with confidence. โNo creo que nos hayamos conocido. Soy Alexia.โ (Hello, gorgeous.I donโt think weโve met. Iโm Alexia)
You focused on your work, refusing to meet her gaze. โY/N,โ you replied coolly, your voice polite but distant.
โUn placer, Y/N,โ Alexia continued, clearly undeterred by your indifference. (Nice to meet you, Y/N)
She leaned casually on the counter, her eyes following the movements of your hands as you arranged the flowers. โSabes, tienes un gran talento con las floresโ. (You know, you have a real talent with flowers)
You kept your expression neutral, fully aware of what she was trying to do. You were tired of smooth talkers, especially someone like Alexia, who likely believed she could charm anyone into bed.
Youโve seen it all beforeโMiaโs father had the same cocky attitude before he left you when things got tough.
Without looking up, you switched to English, knowing full well that Alexia speaks it fluently. โIโm sure your girlfriend wouldnโt appreciate you flirting with someone else.โ
Alexiaโs smirk widened, her eyes sparkling with amusement. โAh, what a beautiful voice you have, Y/N,โ she replied in flawless English, her thick accent making her cockiness even more apparent.
โSheโs not my girlfriend, donโt worry. Just a friendโฆ we have a lot of fun together.โ She winked at you, making her meaning painfully clear.
You rolled your eyes and refocused on the flowers, hoping that by ignoring her, she would eventually leave you alone.
But Alexia leaned closer, not giving up so easily. โYou seem annoyed. I could help with that, you know,โ she said, her voice low and suggestive.
You let out a huff, finally meeting her gaze. โYouโre the one annoying me.โ
Alexia chuckled, clearly enjoying this. โFeisty. I like it,โ she said, leaning even closer, her grin widening. โYou know, people like you? Theyโre always incredible in bed.โ
You shot her a withering glare but remained silent, resolved not to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.
You figured that if you didnโt engage, she would get bored and leave. Just before she could say anything else, though, Laura called for her from across the shop.
Alexia straightened up, glancing over at Laura before turning back to you with a smirk. โDonโt miss me too much. Iโll be right back,โ she said, winking playfully before sauntering off.
You watched as she approached Laura, wrapping her arms around her from behind and brushing her lips against the top of Lauraโs head.
As if sensing your gaze, Alexia glanced back your way and sent you another wink, clearly enjoying the game she was playing.
You rolled your eyes again, muttering under your breath as you gave her the finger. Alexia just grinned, clearly amused, before turning back to Laura.
Eventually, they returned to the counter to pay. Carmen chatted happily with them as they gathered their things, but you kept your focus on your work, doing your best to ignore Alexiaโs presence.
As they finished paying, Alexia turned to you one last time. โAdios, Y/N,โ she said with a playful wink. โIโll see you tomorrow.โ
You didnโt bother replying, simply giving her a blank look as she left the shop, the bell chiming softly behind her.
Once they were gone, Carmen walked over with an apologetic smile. โIโm sorry, Y/N,โ she said gently. โI left you alone with Alexia. She can beโฆ intense.โ
โIntense is an understatement.โyou replied with a small laugh.
Carmen chuckled, shaking her head. โYes, I know. She really enjoys the company of women, but I promise you, sheโs a good person at heart. You just need to get to know her better.โ
You raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. โSure,โ you muttered, not believing a word of it.
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โMommy!โ Your daughterโs voice called out as soon as you walked through the door of your apartment, returning home from work.
โHi, baby! I missed you so much,โ you said, scooping her up and wrapping her in a tight hug, showering her face with kisses.
โI missed you too!โ she giggled, her small arms clinging to you.
You gently set her down and handed her the single flower youโd brought home. It had become a ritualโbringing her a different flower each week because she absolutely adored them.
โOoh, this one is so pretty! Thank you, Mommy,โ she said, planting a kiss on your cheek before dashing off to her room, likely to add her new flower to the others.
โMuchรญsimas gracias, Marรญa,โ you said, turning to Marรญa, Miaโs babysitter, who had been helping you since you arrived in Barcelona. You handed her a small envelope with money. (Thank you very much,Marรญa)
โYouโre welcome, Y/N. I love taking care of her. Es una niรฑa maravillosa,โ Marรญa responded warmly, her smile genuine. (Sheโs a wonderful girl)
Marรญa has been babysitting Mia since you moved to Barcelona. As Mia hasnโt started school yet, sheโs still learning Spanish, and Marรญa has played a key role in helping her with that.
โMia, come say goodbye to Marรญa, please,โ you called out.
Mia came running, her face lighting up as she threw herself into Marรญaโs arms and planted a kiss on her cheek.
โAdiรณs, Marรญa,โ she said in sweet, accented Spanish.
โAdiรณs, Mia. Hasta maรฑana,โ Marรญa replied, giving her a final hug before turning to you. โAdiรณs,โ she said, and you echoed her farewell as she left.
After dinner, Mia begged you to let her watch the Barcelona match. You rolled your eyes internally at the thought of seeing Alexia again, even if only on the screen, but Miaโs big, pleading eyes made it impossible to refuse.
Now, youโre settled in front of the TV with Mia snuggled next to you, both of you watching the match. Mia is practically vibrating with excitement.
When Alexia scored a goal, Mia leaped up from the couch, clapping her hands and cheering loudly. โDid you see that, Mommy? It was amazing!โ she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling as she mimicked Alexiaโs celebration, kissing her shirt just like Alexia did on the screen.
โYes, I saw that,โ you replied, forcing a smile even though your heart wasnโt in it. You couldnโt ignore the pang of frustration at how deeply Mia admired Alexia.
โI want to be just like her when I grow up,โ Mia declared, her gaze fixed intently on the TV. Her little hands were raised, as if she were celebrating her own goal.
โEww, no,โ you said without thinking, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
โWhy not?โ Mia asked, her voice quivering slightly. โI want to be a great player like Alexia. you think I canโt ?โ
โShit, Y/N, think before you speak!โ you mentally reprimanded yourself, recognizing that your impulsive reaction could have hurt her feelings.
Your heart melted at the sincerity shining in her eyes.
โOf course you can be a great player,โ you said, lifting Mia onto your lap and kissing her forehead.
โEven better than Alexia. But remember, you donโt have to be like her. You can be yourself and still be amazing.โ
โYes! I can be better!โ she exclaimed, her spirits lifted. She turns back to the TV, still nestled in your arms, eyes glued to the game.
As you watch the match, you canโt help but feel conflicted. You understand that Alexiaโs skill on the field has earned her immense admiration and a place in Miaโs heart.
Yet, you found it difficult to reconcile your daughterโs admiration for someone whose reputation clashed so sharply with your own values.
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โHola, guapa. I missed you since yesterday,โ you heard Alexiaโs voice, laced with her trademark confidence, as you arranged some flowers in a pot.
Startled, you turned to find her standing just behind you. With Carmen out for her dentist appointment, it was just you and Alexia. You let out a sigh, feeling a wave of annoyance wash over you.
You attempted to ignore her, concentrating hard on your task at hand.
โHey, itโs rude to ignore a customer,โ Alexia teased, her tone playfully mocking. โI might just have to tell Carmen about this.โ
โYouโre not a customer, just a nuisance,โ you shot back curtly as you made your way toward the register.
Alexia followed you, casually leaning against the counter with her elbow propped up and her chin resting on her hand, her gaze fixed intently on you.
โOh, me encanta cuando las mujeres se hacen las difรญciles. Es un gran excitanteโ (Oh, I love it when women play hard to get. Itโs such a turn-on)
โIโm not playing hard to get; I genuinely have no interest,โ you replied, focusing on cutting the roses.
Alexiaโs smirk grew wider. โOh, really? Who isnโt interested in me? Me has visto? (Have you seen me?)
You glanced her up and down, feigning disinterest. โYes, I see you, but thereโs not much to see,โ you retorted, even though you couldn't deny her stunning looks.
โPor favor, amor, you and I both know youโre lying,โ she replied with a smirk, clearly relishing the back-and-forth.
She continued, โYou know, last night I had a match.โ You merely hummed in response, your disinterest evident as you focused on your work. โDid you watch it?โ she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of pride.
You made a face of mild disgust before lying, โNo.โ
โQuรฉ pena,โ she said with a self-satisfied grin.(What a shame)
โWe won, and I even scored a goalโjust for you,โ she added, her tone brimming with confidence and a hint of arrogance.
You canโt help but scoff at her audacity. โDo you use that line on every girl you want in your bed?โ you asked, finally looking up from arranging the flowers.
โA few of them,โ she replied with a casual shrug, her playful smile still intact.
You tried to brush off the way she was getting under your skin. โSo, what do you want? Carmen wonโt be here until this afternoon if youโre looking for her.โ
Alexia's eyes sparkled with mischief. โI didnโt come for Carmen. I just wanted to see you. Echaba de menos tu actitud atrevida,โ she said, her gaze lingering on you as she bit her lip. (I missed your feisty attitude)
You pointed the flower cutter at her, trying to emphasize your point. โDonโt make me use this on you.โ
Alexiaโs grin only grew wider. โDios, youโre so incredibly hot when youโre all aggressive. It just makes me want you more.โ
You decided to ignore her comment.
โI want to buy some flowers,โ she finally said, a smirk playing on her lips.
โWell, there are plenty of flowers to choose from. Just pick what you want, pay, and then leave,โ you snapped, your patience wearing thin.
โHey! No need to be rude,โ she teased, crossing her arms as she sat on the counter. โNecesito un consejo.โ (I need some advice)
You looked at her, signaling for her to continue.
โSo, what kind of flowers should I get to say Iโm sorry?โ she asked, her tone surprisingly earnest.
Recognizing her genuine curiosity, you decided to help out. โYou might want to consider blue hyacinths. They symbolize sincerity and heartfelt apologies,โ you suggested, motioning for her to follow you as you walked over to the flowers.
โOr red carnations,โ you added, pointing to another option. โThey also symbolize an apology and love.โ
Alexia studied the flowers with a focused intensity that caught your attention, her fingers lightly brushing over the petals as she contemplated her choices.
Standing this close, the faint scent of her perfume enveloped you, making it hard to resist being drawn in.
You realize youโre watching her more than you intended, taking in how her long, blonde hair fell over her shoulders, glinting in the light.
Her hazel eyes appeared even brighter in the soft glow of the shop, framed by thick lashes that enhanced her striking beauty.
She stood tall, her toned figure moving with an effortless grace that naturally commanded attention.
For a moment, you're caught off guard, realizing just how incredibly gorgeous she really is.
โAy! I canโt decide. Which one would be more fitting for โIโm sorry for kicking you out of my bed, bruising you, and making you leave half-naked because my sister was coming over? But hey, will you come back and have sex with me again?โโ she said casually, pulling you out of your daze.
You stared at her in disbelief before finally saying, โThe blue hyacinths,โ and pushed them toward her chest before walking away.
Alexia headed to the counter, pulling out her wallet. โGracias. I hope sheโll love them. How much?โ she asked, her smirk never fading.
You told her the total, and she handed over the money. But rather than walking away, she moved around the counter with a sly grin.
Before you knew it, she had you cornered, her presence dominating the small space between you and the wall. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer.
โWhat do you want now? As a customer, youโre not supposed to be on this side of the counter,โ you said, meeting her gaze with defiance.
Alexia leaned closer, her breath warm against your ear. โIโll get you in my bed one day. I saw the way you looked at me. Estรกs tan cerca de cederโ (Youโre so close to giving in)
โThe only time Iโll be in your bed is in your dreams,โ you whispered back, maintaining your defiant tone.
Alexiaโs smile is both wicked and confident. โI canโt wait to fuck you in my bed, even if itโs just in my dreams,โ she said before turning to leave.
She paused at the door, glancing back with a sly smile. โI donโt give up easily,โ she added before walking out.
You watched her leave, a mix of frustration and unwanted attraction coursing through you.
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The next morning, you found Alexia back in the shop, but this time, Carmen was there too, much to your relief.
As you stepped out of the back room, you noticed Alexia with a different woman, not Laura, whom you had previously met.
You assumed this was the woman Alexia needed to apologize to.
You arranged the flowers on display, offering Alexia and her companion a brief, polite greeting before moving to the other side of the shop.
While bending over to adjust some flowers, you heard Alexiaโs unmistakable voice. โHmm, me encanta ver a las mujeres inclinarse asรญ. Es mi posiciรณn favorita.โ (Hmm, I love watching women bend over like that. Itโs my favorite position.)
You straightened up immediately and shot her a sharp look.
โI see the flowers worked,โ you said, nodding toward the woman Alexia had entered the store with.
โOh, thatโs not her! But yes, they workedโ Alexia replied with a self-satisfied smirk.
โI just wanted to thank you. Gracias a ti, tuve una noche increรญble,โ she said, giving you a playful eyebrow wiggle. (Thanks to you, I had an amazing night.)
You rolled your eyes and turned away, trying to ignore her.
Later, as you and Carmen are working at the register, Alexia and her date approached, carrying a bouquet of flowers.
โOh, ยกbuena elecciรณn! Las rosas rojas siempre son una excelente opciรณn,โ Carmen said enthusiastically, and the woman thanked her. (Oh, good choice! Red roses are always a great option.)
Alexiaโs arm is draped casually around her current dateโs shoulders, a gesture of intimacy thatโs impossible to ignore.
As she pulled her wallet from her handbag, she handed Carmen a generous tip along with the payment for the flowers.
โEspera un momento para tu cambio; no hay suficiente en la caja,โ Carmen said, her voice trailing off as she headed into the back room.(Hold on for your change; thereโs not enough in the register)
With Carmen out of sight, Alexia turned her attention back to her date, a playful smirk curling on her lips.
She slid her hand around the womanโs neck, her touch both firm and tender, tilting her head back. Alexia leaned down slowly, her movements deliberate and sensuous.
She planted a deep, lingering kiss on her dateโs lips.
As their lips met, you could see Alexiaโs tongue gently sliding into the womanโs mouth, adding a more intimate, passionate touch to the kiss.
Her eyes though remain locked on yours throughout, a challenge in her gaze as if daring you to react.
The kiss seemed to stretch in defiance of time, with Alexiaโs lips lingering and her fingers lightly tracing the womanโs neck.
The soft, rhythmic sound of their kissing was the only noise in the room, creating an almost palpable tension that seemed to fill the entire space.
Her eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly relishing the provocative display she was creating. As she continued to kiss her date with a slow, deliberate intensity, she stared at you, her gaze both teasing and challenging.
With a playful wink, she seemed to savor the effect her performance was having on you, fully aware of the spectacle she was making.
As Carmenโs footsteps drew nearer, Alexia slowly and reluctantly pulled away, her expression one of satisfaction.
With a smirk, she casually wiped with her thumb the lingering trace of saliva from the womanโs lips, clearly pleased with the effect of their intimate display.
She turned to you, her expression a mix of mischief and confidence.
Her gaze remained steady, her eyes sparkling with amusement and a hint of challenge. You met her stare, striving to maintain your composure despite the palpable tension in the air.
You narrowed your eyes at her, feeling the heat of the moment as you struggled to maintain your professional demeanor amidst the charged atmosphere created by Alexiaโs bold flirtation.
โCarmen, ยฟpodrรญas arreglar que estas flores se entreguen en mi casa maรฑana por la maรฑana?โ Alexia asked sweetly, her gaze flickering to you with an almost imperceptible, suggestive glint. (Carmen, could you arrange for some flowers to be delivered to my house tomorrow morning?)
โSรญ, por supuesto. Y/N, ยฟpodrรญas encargarte de la entrega?โ Carmen asked you with a gentle smile. (Yes, of course. Y/N, would you be able to handle the delivery?)
You forced a polite smile and nodded. โOf course,โ you replied, feeling Alexiaโs gaze linger on you. She beamed, giving you a subtle, mischievous wink that made your heart skip a beat.
โยกGenial! Entonces, Carmen, te enviarรฉ un mensaje con los detalles mรกs tarde, ยฟestรก bien?โ Alexia said her tone almost triumphant as she looked at Carmen. (Great! Then, Carmen, Iโll send you a message with the details later, okay?)
โยกClaro!โ Carmen replied warmly, handing back the flowers and Alexiaโs change. (Of course.)
โNos vemos maรฑana,โ Alexia said with a lingering, teasing smile and blowing you a kiss before turning to leave. (See you tomorrow.)
Her smile promised more than just a casual encounter.
Carmen watched her go and then turned to you with a knowing grin.
โPlease, donโt,โ you said, shaking your head as you walked away, hearing Carmenโs amused chuckle behind you.
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โMommy?โ Your daughterโs voice piped up during dinner, catching your attention.
โYes, darling?โ You looked up from your meal, focusing on her earnest face.
โOne day, can I come to your work with you? I really want to see the pretty flowers,โ she asked, her large eyes full of hope and excitement.
โIโll have to ask Carmen about that first,โ you said, and her eyes lit up with a bright smile.
โSo that means itโs a yes, right? Because Carmen loves me so much. She always tells me she loves me,โ she said, her grin widening as she swung her legs under the table.
โOf course, Carmen adores you. Itโs impossible not to with how adorable you are,โ you said, reaching over to gently squeeze her cheek.
You planted a series of soft, playful kisses on her cheek, making her giggle uncontrollably.
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โAlright, itโs here,โ you muttered to yourself as you arrived at Alexiaโs apartment with her flower delivery.
She had ordered three large bouquetsโtwo of red roses and one of white roses.
You knocked on the door, but there was no response. After waiting several minutes, you tried again, this time rapping more insistently. Still, silence.
Growing increasingly frustrated and determined, you delivered one last, resolute knock.
After a few more minutes, Alexia finally opened the door, looking slightly breathless and dressed only in a sports bra and shorts.
โHola, guapa. Sorry for the wait, I wasโฆ busy. Please, come in,โ she said with an inviting smile, opening the door wider as you stepped inside.
โHere. You can put them on the kitchen table,โ she gestured to a white table.
โWere you working out?โ you asked, noting her sweaty appearance and minimal attire.
She smirked, her confidence barely contained. โYou could say that. Just working on my cardio.โ
You couldnโt help but let your eyes wander over her defined abs and the tattooed elegance of her back. She was stunning, a vision of physical perfection.
Your admiration was interrupted by the sound of voices. Turning around, you saw two tall and impossibly beautiful women, one brunette and one blonde emerging from a room. They looked like they could be models.
โDamas,โ Alexia said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, โtuve una noche y maรฑana increรญble con ambasโ as she handed them the red rose bouquets. (Ladies,I had an amazing night and morning with both of you)
The brunette woman leaned in first, her lips brushing against Alexia's in a soft, lingering kiss.
Afterward, the blonde woman approached, her kiss equally tender, adding to the intimate exchange.
You couldnโt help but cringe at the sight, the display of affection feeling overly intimate and uncomfortable.
Alexia escorted them to the door, bidding them farewell with playful pats and a cheeky slap on each of their butts.
You once again cringed at the sight.
Once Alexia closed the door, she turned back to you with a smug, challenging grin.
โCan you please pay so I can get back to work?โ you said, trying to keep your tone steady but feeling your frustration simmering.
โYes, of course,but first I a gift for youโ Alexia replied,she walked over to the kitchen table, picked up the bouquet of white roses, and handed them to you with an almost mocking flourish.
You raised an eyebrow, feeling a surge of annoyance. โI donโt want it,โ you said flatly.
Alexiaโs smirk didnโt waver. โFine. Iโll just give it to the girl Iโm seeing tonight.โ
โYeah, do that. Now, please pay,so I can go back to workโ you insisted, your patience wearing thin.
โDonโt you want to relax a bit? Thereโs a couch over there, or maybe something more comfortableโlike my bed?โ she teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
โThatโs why you wanted the flowers delivered? To lure me into your bed?โ you snapped, your anger boiling over.
โMaybe,โ she said, her tone smug and unrepentant, and that was the breaking point.
โSo, you had me deliver these flowers, made me wait outside while you were fucking two women, and now youโre trying to bribe me with a bouquet to get me into bed?โ you demanded, your voice rising with each word.
โExactly,โ she said, her demeanor unshaken. โI wanted to show you that I can have any women I want. I just had an incredible night with two women. No one can resist me, so why do you?โ
You were fuming, your words coming out sharp and hurtful. โ"Listen closely, Alexia, because Iโm only going to say this once. I would never sleep someone like you. Youโre selfish, arrogant, and unbearably overconfident. You think no one can resist you because of your looks or your celebrity status, but thatโs a mistake. People are drawn to the idea of being with a celebrity, not to you as a person. They use you just as you use them. Youโre nothing more than a lonely woman who sleeps around because you lack meaningful connections. Your allure may attract attention, but itโs clear you have no real relationships. Youโre just filling a void, and thatโs not something Iโd ever want to be a part of. You are pathetic.โ
You locked eyes with her, every word stinging. โStay away from me.โ
Alexiaโs expression shifted from smug to shocked, her face falling. Her eyes glistened with hurt as she stared at the floor.
โUmโฆokayโฆ voy a buscar mi billetera. Vuelvo enseguida.โ she murmured, her voice trembling slightly as she turned away quickly. (Iโm just going to get my wallet. Iโll be right back)
As you watched Alexia turn away, a pang of regret began to sink in. You realized that your outburst might have been fueled more by your unresolved feelings about your ex than by anything Alexia had done.
The way she carried herself, her bravado, and her seeming lack of genuine connections struck a nerve, bringing your past frustrations to the surface.
You could see how your words might have been more a reflection of your own pain and disillusionment than a fair judgment of her.
Even though some of what you said was truthful, the intensity of your anger revealed how deeply you were affected by your own experiences.
Alexia returned with the payment, handing it to you with a subdued โYou can keep the change.โ Her voice was soft, her usual confidence replaced by a vulnerable quietness.
You took the money, nodding curtly. Without another word, you turned and left her apartment, heading back to the flower shop with a heavy heart.
โโ
For three days, Alexia hadnโt shown up to the store, and the gnawing guilt was becoming harder to ignore.
You tried not to dwell on it, but it lingered in the back of your mind. The shop felt quieter without her presence, and the longer the silence stretched, the more you felt the weight of your actions. You knew it wasnโt just a coincidenceโyour outburst had driven her away.
Carmen noticed it too. On the third day, as the two of you were arranging flowers for a new display, she finally spoke up.
โHas Alexia said anything to you?โ she asked, her voice carrying a hint of worry.
You shook your head, not wanting to meet her eyes. โNoโฆ Why?โ
โItโs just strange, isnโt it? Alexia not coming by for this long, especially when sheโs still in Barcelona. Itโsโฆ odd,โ she said, glancing at you carefully.
You felt a wave of guilt wash over you. Carmen was rightโAlexia had been a regular at the shop, her visits frequent and, despite her cocky attitude, somewhat predictable.
You tried to focus on the flowers in your hand, but the words hung heavy on your tongue.
โDid something happen?โ Carmen asked softly, her voice more knowing than questioning.
At first, you tried to brush it off. โNothing happened,โ you mumbled, but Carmen raised an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. You sighed, knowing there was no point in lying.
โAlrightโฆ something did happen,โ you admitted, setting the flowers down. Carmen leaned in slightly, her attention fully on you.
โSheโs beenโฆ acting a certain way ever since I met her. You know, making these dirty jokes, flirting nonstop, doing things to get a reaction out of me.โ You hesitated, unsure if you should tell her the rest, but Carmen waited patiently.
โSheโuhโmade out with someone in front of me while staring right at me,โ you continued, feeling the irritation rise again as you remembered that morning. โBut it wasnโt just that. When I went to her apartment for her flowers delivery, there were these two women at her apartment. She made me wait outside while she wasโฆ busy with them. Then she gave me some stupid roses, trying to get me to sleep with her.โ The words spilled out faster now. โThatโs when I snapped.โ
Carmen looked shocked, her brows furrowing in surprise. โAnd what did you say?โ
You hesitated again, but Carmen gave you an encouraging nod, so you told her the whole truth. โI basically told her she was selfish, cocky, and overconfident. That people only used her because sheโs a celebrity, and sheโs just a lonely woman who sleeps around because she has no real connections.โ As the words came out, you cringed, realizing just how harsh they had been.
Carmen stared at you for a moment, processing everything. Then, she let out a soft sigh, shaking her head. โWowโฆ thatโsโฆ a lot,โ she said slowly. โI understand why you blew up, honestly, with how she was acting. Alexia can beโฆ well, a little much. But those words?โ Carmen hesitated, glancing at you sympathetically. โI think they mightโve hurt her more than you realize.โ
You scoffed lightly, though not out of amusement. โHurt her? Carmen, she was literally flaunting two women in my face like it was some kind of power move.โ
โI know, I know,โ Carmen replied gently, โand thatโs exactly why I think she was hurt. Look, Alexia may put on this big, confident show, but Iโve known her for a while. Underneath all of that, sheโs a lot more sensitive than she lets on.โ
You frowned, processing Carmenโs words. โShe didnโt seem too sensitive when she was throwing those women in my face.โ
โSheโs hiding behind it,โ Carmen said, shrugging slightly. โPeople act like that when theyโre trying to protect themselves. Not saying it excuses her behavior, but it explains it. Sheโs not used to people seeing past the surface.โ
You slumped against the counter, feeling torn between your anger and guilt. โI donโt knowโฆ maybe I took it too far. She just reminded me so much of my ex. Itโs like I wasnโt just yelling at her, but at him too.โ
Carmen smiled softly, her eyes warm with understanding. โAh, now weโre getting somewhere. Look, I get it. Sometimes old wounds can make us lash out at the wrong people. Alexia just happened to push the wrong buttons.โ
You sighed heavily, running a hand through your hair. โWhat should I do? I canโt just pretend nothing happened.โ
Carmen chuckled softly, patting your shoulder. โIโd say maybe you owe her a conversation. But donโt be too hard on yourself. Youโre both adults, and youโll figure it out. Trust me, Alexiaโs tough, but sheโs not as unbreakable as she pretends to be.โ
She gave you a playful nudge and added with a smirk, โBesides, you know what they say about love and hate, right? Sometimes theyโre closer than you think.โ
You rolled your eyes at Carmenโs teasing, but deep down, her words gave you a lot to think about.
โโ
Two days after your conversation with Carmen, Alexia finally made her reappearance.
You were busy assisting a couple of clients when, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed her walk into the shop.
She carried a bouquet of flowers in her hand, and for a brief moment, the world outside your conversation with the clients seemed to fade away.
The air felt heavier with her presence, but at the same time, the absence of the usual playful energy she brought with her was unmistakable.
The store had felt quieter without her, and the weight of the silence between you two was something you could no longer ignore.
You had driven her away. That much was clear.
You noticed Alexia standing by the counter, her eyes fixed on you.There was none of her usual cocky confidence.
Her posture was more reserved, even hesitant. When you finished with the clients and they finally left, it was just the two of you in the shop, the tension thick in the air.
She took a step closer, her movements slower than usual. โHola, guapa,โ she greeted softly, her voice noticeably different.
Gone was the teasing arrogance you had grown accustomed to. Instead, it was quiet, almost vulnerable.
โHola,โ you replied, matching her tone. You werenโt sure what to expect from her, but this... this wasnโt it.
She handed you the bouquetโblue hyacinths. The flowers of apology. Alexia had remembered.
โThese are for you. I... I wanted to apologize for how I acted. What I did was wrong, and Iโm really sorry,โ she said, holding your gaze, her eyes filled with sincerity.
You took the flowers, their fragrance soft and delicate, but their meaning hit you harder. โThank you, Alexia. I, um, I need to apologize too. My words that day were... I shouldnโt have said all of that. I was just really angry andโโ You began to ramble, but Alexia gently interrupted you.
โNo, donโt apologize,โ she said, shaking her head. โYou had every right to be upset. I made you wait, wasted your time, and I... pushed you too far. Iโve been making things difficult for you since day one. I made you crazy, though not exactly the way I hoped,โ she added with a light laugh, trying to keep things casual. But as soon as the words left her lips, she grimaced, regretting the joke.
Before she could apologize for that too, you smiledโa small, genuine smile.
Alexia froze for a second, her eyes widening in disbelief. โWhat?โ you asked, confused by her reaction.
โYou smiled,โ she repeated softly, her voice a mixture of awe and surprise.
You raised an eyebrow. โAnd?โ
โNunca sonrรญes. Bueno... no hacia mรญ, de todos modos. Asรญ que sรญ, estoy un poco sorprendida en este momento,โ she said, as if it was the most mind-blowing revelation sheโd ever had. (You never smile. Well... not at me, anyway. So, yeah, Iโm kind of shocked right now)
You couldnโt help but laugh. โOh my god, Alexia, youโre ridiculous.โ
But Alexiaโs expression softened even more, her eyes full of warmth as she watched you laugh.
โAnd now youโre laughing too? Wow, a smile and a laugh in the same conversation? I must be the luckiest person alive,โ she said, playfully over-exaggerating her excitement.
โYouโre being ridiculous,โ you said again, though your heart wasnโt in it. Instead, you were secretly touched by her joy over such a small thing.
You brought the bouquet to your nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance as you studied her face.
Alexiaโs gaze softened even further. โYou have a beautiful smile, you know that?โ she said quietly, the sincerity in her words catching you off guard.
You felt your cheeks warm under her compliment, and you quickly shook your head. โAlright, letโs not push your luck,โ you said, still smiling despite yourself.
Alexiaโs nervousness seemed to ease at your reaction, and she hesitated for a moment before holding out her hand. โSo... am I forgiven?โ
You pretended to consider it, watching the subtle anxiety creep back into her expression. Finally, you nodded. โYouโre forgiven.โ
A visible sigh of relief washed over her as she pumped her fist in a small victory. โYes!โ she whispered under her breath, her joy almost contagious.
She then extended her hand to you, a playful glint in her eye. โDado que estoy perdonada, creo que deberรญamos empezar de nuevo. Una pizarra limpia, ยฟsรญ?โ (Since Iโm forgiven, I think we should start over. Clean slate, si?)
You blinked, surprised at her gesture, but after a brief moment, you took her hand in yours. Her grip was firm but gentle, her skin warm and soft. โAlright,โ you agreed, amused by the formality of it all. โIโm Y/N, nice to meet you.โ
โSoy Alexia,โ she said with a grin, shaking your hand like it was the first time youโd ever met. โEncantada, Y/N.โ
The absurdity of the moment made you both smile. It was corny, yes, but endearing in a way you hadnโt expected.
For a brief second, as you shook hands, you found yourself getting lost in her hazel eyes. There was a softness there, a vulnerability you hadnโt seen before.
She wasnโt just the flirtatious, cocky woman you had met. She was... more. And for the first time, you found yourself truly seeing her.
Before anything could be said, the sound of Carmen entering the shop snapped you both back to reality.
You quickly let go of Alexiaโs hand, almost like you had been caught doing something you shouldnโt have.
โยกAhh, Alexia! ยกHas vuelto!โ Carmen exclaimed, pulling Alexia into a warm hug. (Aahh, Alexia! Youโre back!)
Alexia returned the embrace, though she shot you a sheepish smile over Carmenโs shoulder.
When they broke apart, Carmen affectionately pinched Alexiaโs cheek before pulling her head down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. โEra hora, niรฑa. La tienda ha estado demasiado tranquila sin ti provocando problemas.โ (Itโs about time, niรฑa. The shopโs been too quiet without you stirring up trouble.)
Carmenโs eyes flicked to the flowers in your hand, and she raised an eyebrow at Alexia. โHmm, jacintos azules. Buena elecciรณnโ she remarked, giving Alexia a playful pat on the back before disappearing into the back room. (Hmm, blue hyacinths. Good choice)
Alexia laughed nervously, rubbing the back of her neck.
You smirked at her, your eyebrow raised. โSo... did you cheat on us and go to another flower shop to buy these?โ
Alexiaโs laugh was light as she shook her head. โNo way. I bought them here, I swear, you were not here. Iโm a lot of things, but Iโm not a cheater,โ she joked, her voice playful yet sincere.
For some reason, you believed her. As flirtatious and free-spirited as she was, Alexia didnโt seem like the type who would betray someoneโs trust.
That thought settled something inside you. You found yourself smiling again as you looked at her, the distance between you both feeling much smaller now.
โโ
From that moment, things between you and Alexia shifted. While her flirting persisted, it became less cocky or overconfident, but still very much her.
But became a little more softer and kinder, making you laugh instead of feeling irritated. Carmen had been right; Alexia could be genuinely sweet when she chose to be.
You never mentioned your daughter to Alexia, thinking it best to keep that part of your life separate.
If your daughter knew you were in contact with her idol daily, sheโd beg to come along. Besides, despite Alexiaโs more bearable demeanor, you wouldnโt want your daughter around her.
Alexiaโs habit of seeing a different girl each day remained unchanged, but each time you saw her with someone new or flirting, a pang of jealousy twisted in your stomach.
One day at the store, it was just you and Alexia. She was recounting her morning training session, and the conversation flowed effortlessly.
At one point, you were telling Alexia a very interesting story. Alexia was hanging on to every word, her focus entirely on you, until the door swung open and a strikingly tall brunette entered the store.
Alexiaโs gaze snapped away from you, her head turning to follow the womanโs entrance. She was instantly fixated, her attention now fully captured by the newcomer.
The woman greeted both of you, her gaze lingering a bit longer on Alexia. Seeing that Alexia had completely shifted her attention, you sighed and stopped speaking.
You resumed your task, trimming the thorns off the roses. Meanwhile, Alexia continued to stare at the woman, her eyes practically devouring her.
You walked out from behind the counter to put the roses on display, and only then did Alexia seem to realize you were still there.
โAy, Y/N, Iโm so sorry. I wasnโt paying attention. Please, tell me the end of your story,โ she said, following you with an apologetic look.
You sighed, trying to downplay your irritation. The shift in Alexiaโs focus from you to the beautiful woman stung more than you expected. โItโs okay. You can go talk to her,โ you said, avoiding eye contact.
Alexia hesitated, clearly feeling guilty. โNo, really, I want to hear the end of your story,โ she insisted, her gaze flickering back to the woman who was still eyeing her.
Were you jealous? Maybe a little but you had been through similar situations before and were determined not to fall into the same trap. Protecting your heart was crucial.
Despite enjoying Alexiaโs company lately, you felt it was wiser to keep things minimal and friendly, especially with the feelings you were grappling with.
โNo, itโs fine. Go talk to her,โ you said, walking away.
Alexia, although still feeling bad, couldnโt resist and moved toward the woman.
From your position at the register, you watched as Alexia approached her with a wide smile.
You saw them chatting, smiling, and occasionally touching each otherโs arms. Each gesture twisted your stomach with unease.
Eventually, as you were counting the registerโs money, Alexia and the woman came back to you. The woman greeted you again, and you felt Alexiaโs eyes on you, but you focused on the woman instead.
โSerรกn 12 euros, por favorโ you told her. Before she could reach for her wallet, Alexia placed her hand over the womanโs, stopping her. (That will be 12 euros, please)
โEstรก bien, cariรฑo. Yo me encargoโ Alexia said, her smile gentle as she handed you the money. The woman thanked Alexia with a kiss on the cheek, making you roll your eyes mentally. (Itโs okay, cariรฑo. Iโve got it)
You accepted the money and then gave Alexia her change, avoiding her attempts at eye contact.
The woman thanked you and prepared to leave but then turned back to Alexia. โยฟPodrรญas esperar afuera unos minutos? Ya salgoโ she said, smiling. Alexia nodded and watched her leave. (Could you wait outside for a few minutes? Iโll be right out)
Alexia turned back to you, remaining silent. You looked up. โWhat?โ you asked, confused.
โWhatโs the end of your story?โ Alexia asked, clearly eager to know how it concluded.
You sighed. โAlexia, the girlโs waiting for you,โ you said, not looking at her.
โBut I want to know the end!โ she said, almost pleading, her tone earnest and insistent.
โWell, you would have known if you had been listening in the first place,โ you replied, your voice carrying a note of frustration.
Alexia fell silent for a moment. โIโm really sorry, I just gotโฆ distracted,โ she said, her gaze drifting toward the glass door where the woman was waiting.
โYeah, I know,โ you said flatly. Alexia remained silent, and your patience wore thin. โAlexia, can you go now? The girlโs waiting, and I have a lot of work to do,โ you said, exasperated.
Alexia bit her lip, looking at you as if you had done something cruel. โYes, Iโll go. Iโm sorry,โ she said.
She walked toward the front door, glancing back one last time before leaving.
Once she was gone, you let out a deep breath. Damn it, you were jealous that Alexia was going out with another woman. This couldnโt be happening, you were attracted to her.
โโ
โAbsolutely, Mia can come to the store!โ Carmen responded, her voice full of warmth and enthusiasm after you mentioned the possibility of Mia joining you at work.
โThank you so much, Carmen! Sheโs going to be ecstatic. Sheโs been asking me nonstop about it,โ you said, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.
And that was the truthโMia had been relentless, pestering you every day with the same question. Youโd been avoiding giving her a straight answer, constantly making excuses.
Mostly because of Alexia, who also frequented the store daily, and you knew it was only a matter of time before the two crossed paths.
As you and Carmen continued chatting, Alexia walked into the store, just as she always did. She approached Carmen first, who was standing closer, greeting her with a soft โHolaโ and two kisses on the cheek, as was her custom.
Then, something unexpected happened. Alexia moved toward you, her eyes locking onto yours, and for the first time, she greeted you the same way, leaning in to give you two kisses on the cheek.
She had never done this beforeโusually, it was just a simple โHola guapaโ paired with her usual soft yet cocky smile.
โHola guapa,โ she said, her familiar words bringing a sense of comfort.
โHola,โ you responded, managing a smile, feeling the last remnants of nerves from yesterday dissolve the closer she got.
She was standing so near to you, her height forcing you to slightly tilt your head up to meet her gaze.
โHow are you?โ she asked softly, her voice holding a gentleness that made your heart skip for a moment.
โIโm good, and you?โ you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. You hated to admit it, but having her so close made you feel somethingโsafe, but also a little flustered.
โBien,โ she said, pressing her lips together as an awkward silence started to settle between the two of you. You shifted slightly, unsure of what to say next. (Good)
Finally, you broke the silence. โDid you have fun with that girl last night?โ you asked, a teasing smile tugging at your lips, hoping to lighten the mood.
Alexiaโs smile faltered for a split second, and she hesitated before answering, her voice dropping to a whisper. โUm... no.โ
Her answer took you by surprise, and you furrowed your brow in confusion. โNo?โ you repeated, not expecting that.
โNo,โ she said again, this time more firmly but still quiet. Her eyes flickered with somethingโguilt, maybe? You werenโt sure.
โDid you find someone better then?โ you joked, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk, trying to coax her back into her usual lighthearted mood.
But instead of laughing, her expression grew more serious. โNo,โ she whispered, and this time, her voice carried a weight that made you pause. โEn realidad... me sentรญ muy culpable por lo que pasรณ ayerโ (Actually... I felt really guilty about what happened yesterday)
You blinked, caught off guard by her sudden shift in tone. โGuilty?โ you repeated, the word hanging in the air between you two.
Alexia nodded, her gaze dropping momentarily before she looked back up at you, her eyes soft and sincere.
โAbout..you know..ignoring you yesterday,โ she said gently. โI was out of line. I let myself get carried away,I let my... urges take over,โ she continued, her voice trembling slightly. โIโm really sorry. I know it probably hurt you, and that was never my intention.โ
You stood there, processing her words, feeling the sincerity behind them. She wasnโt just apologizing; she was genuinely remorseful. You could see it in the way her eyes softened, the way her voice lowered with each sentence.
But despite her heartfelt apology, you hesitated. You werenโt sure if you could just forgive her so easily, not this time. It wasnโt the first time Alexia had done something impulsive, and you didnโt want to keep brushing it off like it was nothing.
โAlexia...โ you started, unsure of how to continue. You bit your lip, avoiding her gaze for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts.
She took a small step closer, her expression pleading now. โPlease, Y/N, Iโm really sorry,โ she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
โI wasnโt thinking straight. You know me, sometimes I just act without thinking, but I would never want to hurt you.โ
You sighed, crossing your arms as you weighed her words. โI get that, Alexia, but this isnโt the first time,โ you said, meeting her eyes again. โYou canโt keep doing things and expecting me to just... forgive you right away.โ
She swallowed, her eyes glistening as if the weight of your words hit her hard. โI know... I know, and I hate that I keep messing things up between us. But please... this time, I mean it. Iโll be better. I promise.โ
There was a long pause, both of you standing in the soft light of the store, the usual chatter and bustle around you fading into the background as you considered her words.
Finally, you sighed, shaking your head a little, feeling your resolve begin to waver. โItโs not that easy, Alexia. You canโt just say sorry and expect everything to be okay. I need to know you really mean it this time.โ
โI do,โ she insisted, her voice breaking slightly. โI swear to you, Iโll make it up to you. Just... give me one more chance, please.โ
Another long pause. You could see the desperation in her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped slightly as if she was afraid you might walk away from her for good.
โFine,โ you finally said, though your voice was softer now. โBut this is the last time, Alexia. I mean it. If you mess up again, thatโs it. I wonโt keep forgiving you.โ
Alexiaโs face lit up with a mix of relief and joy, and before you could react, she squealed and wrapped her arms around you, lifting you off the ground slightly. You let out a small squeal of surprise, not expecting her to hug you so tightly.
โThank you, thank you!โ she cried, setting you back down but not letting go just yet. โI swear, itโll be the last time I do something stupid. I promise.โ
You couldnโt help but smile, though you tried to hide it. โThe last time, Alexia,โ you warned, pointing a finger at her sternly.
She nodded eagerly. โYes, yes, the last time,โ she repeated, still grinning. Then she gave you a pleading look.
โNow, will you finally finish the story you were telling me yesterday? Iโve been dying to hear the end.โ
Just as you were about to tell her, the door chimed and a few customers entered the store. Carmen shot you a knowing look, subtly signaling for your attention.
โAnother time,โ you said with a sigh, gently patting Alexiaโs cheek before walking away. โWork calls.โ
Alexia watched you go, her eyes following your every move, and a huge smile spread across her face.
But as she stood there, a strange feeling stirred in her stomach. Something unfamiliar, something she couldnโt quite place.
She shook her head, brushing off the sensation as nothing more than hunger. With a shrug, she pulled out her burner phone, scrolling through her contacts before texting one of the many girls in her phone, asking if they wanted to come over later.
โโ
โAre you excited to spend the day with Mommy?โ you asked your daughter as you walked to the store one morning.
โYes!โ she cheered, bouncing with excitement.
Some days had passed since Alexiaโs latest apology, but things had remained mostly the same.
She continued to visit the store every day, buying flowers for whichever woman she was with at the time.
Her flirtation remained gentle and tender, but something had shifted, though you couldnโt quite pinpoint what.
She frequently complimented your looks, outfits, and hairstyles, which you appreciated, even though it was rare for her to show this side of herself.
Despite this, she still made occasional risquรฉ jokes about her various partnersโand even you.
Two days ago, Alexia had been recounting a dinner she went to with friends and handed you her phone to show you pictures of the restaurant and the food. Unfortunately, she opened the โwrong album.โ
You were shocked to see numerous pictures of naked women and nearly threw the phone back at her.
Alexia looked puzzled at your reaction but quickly masked it with a smirk as she glanced at her phone.
She began scrolling through the explicit pictures again, her eyes glinting with amusement.
Biting her lip, she seemed to savor the memories associated with each image, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she relived the moments she had captured.
โThis is my special album,โ she said with a teasing bite of her lip. โWhen Iโm traveling and feeling lonely in a hotel room, itโs nice to have someโฆ interesting pictures to look at.โ
You made a face of disgust.
She leaned in, smirking. โPor favor, no me digas que nunca has enviado o recibido fotos como estas.โ she teased, resting her chin on her hand as she propped her elbow on the counter. (Oh, come on. Donโt tell me youโve never sent or received pictures like these)
โThatโs none of your business,โ you said, feeling your face flush.
โOooh, you didnโt deny it, and your face is all red. Youโve definitely sent some,โ she said with excitement.
With a cocky grin, she added, โI canโt wait to add yours to this album. It would make it so much more interestingโฆand beautiful.โ
You looked at her in disgust and gently pushed her face away with your hand.
โIn your dreams,โ you said, smiling despite yourself. Over time, her flirting and joking were becoming less bothersome.
โYou know what they say: never give up on your dreams,โ Alexia said smugly. โY me conoces lo suficientemente bien como para saber que nunca lo harรญa. Si lo hiciera, no serรญa la mejor futbolista del mundo.โ (And you know me well enough to know that I never do. If I did, I wouldnโt be the best woman footballer in the world)
You shook your head, amused.
โI canโt wait to see all the pretty flowers, Mommy!โ Miaโs excitement was palpable as she bounced on her little feet, her eyes wide with anticipation. You looked down at her, your heart warmed by her enthusiasm.
You had chosen this particular day for Mia to accompany you, carefully planning to avoid a potential encounter with Alexia.
Alexia had informed you the day before that she would be away from the store due to a demanding schedule of training, interviews, and a photoshoot.
You knew that if Mia were to see Alexia, she might freak out since sheโs basically her hero.
While Alexia was known to be good with kidsโsomething youโd observed in several videosโher frequent appearances with new partners and her tendency to be very touchy and affectionate in public could have made the situation awkward for Mia.
Your daughterโs inquisitive nature would surely lead to a barrage of questions, which you wanted to avoid.
โThis time, I want to pick my flower of the week, Mommy, okay?โ Mia asked, stretching her arms up towards you, signaling that she wanted to be picked up.
โOf course, sweetheart,โ you responded with a soft smile, bending down to scoop her up. She nestled her head against your shoulder as you lifted her, her small arms wrapping around your neck.
You could feel the warmth of her little body and the soft rustle of her breath against your skin.
Together, you made your way to the store, ready to enjoy a day filled with flowers and moments of bonding, free from the concerns that Alexia might have brought.
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โMia, would you like to help me put the flowers in the pot?โ Carmenโs voice was warm and inviting.
โYes!โ Mia responded immediately, her excitement evident as she bounded off with Carmen.
You couldnโt help but chuckle at her enthusiasm as they disappeared around the corner, heading towards the back of the store.
The morning had been smooth and joyful. Mia had been gleefully exploring the shop, sniffing flowers and marveling at their colors. There had been no tantrumsโa welcome reliefโand youโd promised her sheโll be back at the store if she continued to behave so well.
As you worked on arranging bouquets for display, the bell above the front door jingled, signaling a new customer.
Looking up, your heart nearly stopped when you saw Alexia walk in. But she wasnโt aloneโshe had her arm casually draped around another woman, a relaxed smile on her face.
โHola, guapa,โ Alexia greeted you, approaching the counter. She momentarily released the woman to give you a quick kiss on both cheeks before resuming her hold around the womanโs neck.
Panic flared in your chest. โWhat are you doing here?โ you asked, trying to keep your tone calm but failing to mask the urgency. Your eyes darted towards the back of the store, hoping Mia was still preoccupied.
Alexiaโs eyebrow arched, catching your unease. โIs that how you greet me now?โ she teased with a playful smirk. โOh, and this is Isabel,โ she said, introducing the woman. โIsabel, ella es Y/N.โ (Isabel, this is Y/N)
You forced a polite smile at Isabel, offering a quick nod before turning back to Alexia. โYou said you wouldnโt be here today. You said you will be busy all day.โ
Alexia chuckled, clearly amused by your flustered state. โPlans changed. My photoshoot was canceled, so I thought Iโd drop by and visit my two favorite flower girls.โ She winked at you, trying to keep the gesture hidden from Isabel. โWhereโs Carmen?โ
Your heart raced. โSheโs not hereโsheโs out on a delivery,โ you lied quickly, hoping to get Alexia to leave. You were certain she would linger if she found out Carmen was still around.
Alexia gave you a curious look but shrugged. โAlright then...โ
โRight, well, it was nice seeing you, and Isabel, fue un placer conocerte.โ you said, trying to wrap things up. โIโm sure you have other plans.โ (Isabel, it was lovely meeting you)
Alexiaโs eyes narrowed with playful suspicion. โYouโre acting strange. Are you trying to kick us out?โ she asked with a grin.
โNo, no, itโs just... you know, Iโm sure you both have things to do,โ you replied, glancing over her shoulder towards the back of the store again.
Alexiaโs smirk didnโt fade. โYeah, we do,โ she agreed, looked down at Isabel.
She gave Isabelโs shoulder a gentle squeeze before intertwining their fingers and gently kissing the crown of her head.
A pang of discomfort hit you at the sight, but before you could react further, the sound of Miaโs voice cut through the tension.
โMommy!โ
You closed your eyes briefly, wishing you could rewind, you were so closeโฆ
When you opened them, Mia was rushing towards you, her small hands proudly holding a flower.
โMommy, look! I found my flower of the weekโ Mia exclaimed, stopping right beside Alexia and Isabel, her face beaming with pride as she showed off her flower.
Everything seemed to slow down as Alexiaโs gaze fell upon the tiny figure next to her. Her expression shifted dramatically from casual amusement to shock, her eyes widening and her mouth falling open.
It was as if she had been struck by a sudden realization.
Her voice was barely above a whisper when she spoke. โMommy?โ she asked, her tone full of disbelief. โTienes una hija?โ Her words were tinged with a mix of surprise and confusion, as if the idea of you having a child was completely foreign to her. (You have a daughter?)
You nodded, feeling a lump in your throat.
Mia, oblivious to the undercurrent of tension, suddenly shouted in recognition, โAlexia!โ Her high-pitched voice echoed through the store as she threw herself at Alexiaโs legs, hugging them tightly.
Alexia stood frozen, her shock palpable as she looked down at Mia clinging to her. Her usual composure was replaced by a look of utter bewilderment.
โI love you so much! Youโre the best player in the whole world!โ Mia declared, her tiny arms wrapped around Alexiaโs legs.
Alexiaโs expression softened at Miaโs affection. Though still stunned, there was a growing tenderness in her eyes.
Slowly, she reached down, placing her hand gently on the back of Miaโs head and stroking her hair. โThank you,โ she said softly, still grappling with the surprise.
You stepped in and carefully pried Mia away from Alexiaโs legs, lifting her onto your hip.
Despite Miaโs tight grip, you managed to ease her into your arms, hoping to shield her from the awkwardness of the situation.
โMommy, look, itโs Alexia! We see her on TV when she plays her games!โ Mia said excitedly, pointing at Alexia, who remained visibly shaken.
Alexiaโs gaze turned to you, her eyes searching for answers. The realization that you had kept such a significant part of your life from her was evident in the way she stared, her expression a mix of hurt and confusion.
โWhatโs your name, pequeรฑa?โ Alexia asked Mia gently, her disbelief still evident.
โMia!โ your daughter responded enthusiastically.
Alexia offered a strained smile. โNice to meet you, Mia. Iโm a friend of your mommyโs.โ
Mia gasped and turned to you with wide eyes. โMommy, you never told me Alexia was your friend!โ
Alexia gave a quiet chuckle, though her gaze remained fixed on you. โY tampoco me contรณ nada sobre ti.โ she added in Spanish, hoping that you daughter does not understand, her tone more serious now. The subtle accusation in her words was clear, despite her attempt at a smile. (And she never told me about you either)
Sensing the tension, Mia pointed to the intertwined hands of Alexia and Isabel. โIs that your girlfriend?โ she asked innocently.
Your face flushed with embarrassment. โMia...โ you began, but Alexia merely laughed, her discomfort evident.
โMia, itโs not polite to ask those questions,โ you said gently but firmly.
โSorry, Mommy... Sorry, Alexia,โ Mia pouted, quickly shifting her focus to something else. โDid you hurt yourself?โ she asked Alexia with concern.
Alexia looked puzzled. โNo, why?โ
Mia pointed to her own neck. โYou have a bruise here,โ she said matter-of-factly.
Your heart sank as you noticed the hickey on Alexiaโs neck. Her eyes widened, and she quickly covered it with her hand, her cheeks flushing slightly.
โOh, that? Yeah, I... got hurt playing,โ Alexia mumbled, clearly flustered. Isabel, standing silently beside her, smirked at the scene.
You suspected Isabel might not understand the full conversation but clearly grasped what was happening right in this instance.
Mia nodded solemnly. โYou need to be more careful, Alexia. Right, Mommy?โ
You couldnโt help but smile at Miaโs concern, which mirrored your own words of caution. โYes, sweetheart. Alexia needs to be more careful.โ
Alexia met your gaze, understanding the underlying message. She gave a small nod, acknowledging the reprimand.
โYouโre right, Mia. Iโll be more careful,โ Alexia said, her tone softening as she pinched Miaโs cheek, eliciting a giggle from your daughter.
The moment of levity was short-lived as an uncomfortable silence settled over the group.
Mia, in her innocent way, suddenly blurted out, โMommy says youโre hot!โ
Your face flushed with embarrassment at Miaโs remark.
Alexiaโs smirk widened, her eyes twinkling with amusement. โOh, really?โ she teased, clearly enjoying your discomfort.
While watching a game on TV with Mia the other day, you might have commented that Alexia looked "hot" when she appeared on screen, noting her sweaty, glistening skin, messy hair, and visible abs, completely forgetting that Mia was nearby and could hear you.
You felt your face grow even warmer. โMia, thatโs not... what I meant,โ you stammered, but Mia continued, oblivious to the embarrassment she was causing.
โYou said it when we were watching her game, Mommy. You said, โOh my god, sheโs so hot,โโ Mia mimicked your tone perfectly, making you wish you could disappear.
Alexiaโs smirk grew, clearly relishing the moment. โWell, I guess I should be flattered,โ she said playfully, enjoying your discomfort.
โI meant... you were playing really well,โ you said, trying to explain, but Alexia wasnโt letting it go easily.
โOh, is that what you meant?โ Alexiaโs teasing tone only heightened your embarrassment.
Before you could respond, Mia added, โMommy, does that mean Alexia needs to take her clothes off since sheโs hot?โ
You groaned inwardly, your face now burning with mortification. โMia! No, thatโs not what I meant at all,โ you said, your voice rising as you struggled to regain control.
Alexia tried to stifle her laughter. โItโs okay, Mia. Iโm fine just the way I am,โ she said, winking at your daughter, which only added to your embarrassment.
Clearing your throat, you tried to redirect the conversation. โAlright, Mia, say goodbye to Alexia. She has things to do, and you need to get back to Carmen.โ
Alexiaโs brow furrowed. โSo Carmen is here? Not on a delivery?โ she asked, realizing you had lied.
โYeahโฆโ you admitted, and Alexia nodded, accepting it.
Mia reached out her arms towards Alexia, who looked at you for permission. You nodded, and Alexia took her in her arms.
Mia gave Alexia a warm farewell hug, her small arms encircling her. โGoodbye, Alexia. And goodbye to Alexiaโs girlfriend,โ she added, waving at Isabel, who responded with a courteous smile.
You let out a sigh, reflecting on the unintended label Mia had given Isabel.
As Mia turned and ran back towards Carmen, Alexiaโs expression shifted from playful to serious.
She turned to you, her eyes lingering with unspoken questions. โWeโll talk tomorrow,please come to my place..you know where it isโ she said softly, the weight of her words evident in her tone.
You nodded, feeling the gravity of the conversation that awaited you. There was a lot left unsaid, especially now that Miaโs existence was no longer a secret.
As Alexia and Isabel left the store, you let out a long, weary sigh. You leaned against the counter, feeling emotionally drained from the unexpected turn of events. Tomorrowโs conversation with Alexia loomed large, and you knew it would be a challenging discussion.
And, of course, youโd need to have a talk with Mia about the importance of boundariesโand perhaps a bit about keeping some things to herself as well.
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The next morning, you headed to Alexiaโs apartment with Mia in tow. Since it was a Sunday, Marรญa was off, and Carmen was visiting family, you had no option but to bring Mia along.
When you told Mia about the visit, she was ecstatic and insisted on wearing the Alexia jersey you had bought her a few weeks ago. She proudly put it on, her excitement evident.
As you arrived at Alexiaโs door, you crouched down to Miaโs level. โOkay, Mia,โ you began gently, โletโs remember to behave today, alright?โ Miaโs face lit up as she nodded eagerly. โYes, Mommy, Iโll behave,โ she promised, and you planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
With a mix of nerves and anticipation, you knocked on the door. The last time you were here, Alexia had been with two other women, and the encounter had ended on a sour note. You were hoping this visit would go more smoothly.
Alexia answered the door almost immediately, her face breaking into a warm smile. โHola, guapa,โ she greeted you, her tone soft and inviting.
You returned the greeting with a smile, โHola, Alexia.โ From beside you, Miaโs small voice piped up with an enthusiastic โHola, Alexia,โ and she waved excitedly.
Alexiaโs smile widened as she crouched down to Miaโs level. โHola, nena,โ she said affectionately, lifting Mia into her arms.
Mia wrapped her small arms around Alexiaโs neck. When they separated, Mia proudly pointed to her shirt and said, โLook, Alexia, Iโm wearing your shirt today!โ
Alexiaโs eyes twinkled with delight as she laughed softly. โYes! Thatโs a fantastic choice,โ she said, giving Mia a high-five, which Mia eagerly reciprocated.
You couldnโt help but smile at the heartwarming interaction between them.
โCome on in,โ Alexia invited, opening the door wider and gesturing for you both to enter.
As you stepped inside, a small dog came bounding towards you, tail wagging furiously.
โPuppy!โ Mia squealed, dropping to her knees as the dog jumped up and began licking her face. Miaโs laughter filled the room, and you found yourself laughing too.
You joined Mia on the floor, gently petting the playful puppy. โThis is Nala,โ Alexia said, introducing the dog with a smile.
โSheโs adorable,โ you commented, reaching out to give Nala a gentle scratch behind the ears.
โSรญ, igual que su mamรก,โ Alexia said with a smirk, adding a playful tone in Spanish that made you look up at her and shake your head with a soft smile on your face. (Yeah, just like her mom)
โWhat that mean?โ Mia asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
โIt means sheโs as adorable as you are,โ Alexia explained with a chuckle, ruffling Miaโs hair, which caused Mia to giggle even more.
Afterward, Alexia offered you both drinks, and Mia made her way to the living room, settling in to watch TV while Nala curled up contentedly on her lap.
You and Alexia sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee in silence. You werenโt sure how to start the conversation, but Alexia quickly took the initiative.
โSoโฆ you have a daughter,โ Alexia said, glancing towards Mia.
โYes,โ you replied, nodding.
โWhy didnโt you tell me?โ she asked, confusion and hurt evident in her eyes.
You hesitated, struggling to find the right words. The truthโthat you didnโt want Alexia near your daughter due to her reputationโseemed too harsh.
You looked away, avoiding her gaze as you fumbled for a response. Alexia seemed to understand your discomfort.
โYou didnโt want me to meet her, did you?โ she asked softly.
You didnโt respond, so she continued.
โI told you I wouldnโt be at the store this day, thatโs why you brought Mia that exact day, right? Because you didnโt want me to see her?โ Her voice held a trace of hurt.
You stared down at your coffee and nodded.
โAnd thatโs also why you were so eager for me to leave? So I wouldnโt have the chance to meet her?โ she persisted.
Once again, you didnโt speak, only nodding in confirmation.
โAnd you even lied about Carmen being on delivery duty to get me out of the store?โ she asked.
You nodded again, meeting her gaze and seeing the hurt in her eyes.
โBut why? I thought we were friends. Iโve shared so much about my life with you, and weโve spent a lot of time together. Why keep Mia from me?โ she asked, a mix of confusion and sadness in her voice.
โI... you know... you have a reputation. I didnโt want my daughter around you,โ you admitted, noting the pain and disbelief on her face.
โEspecially in the beginning, when we first met. You were insufferable and disrespectful, and I didnโt want my daughter exposed to that,โ you continued.
Alexia nodded slowly, though her eyes still reflected hurt.
โI understand you wanted to protect your daughter from me,โ she said. โI can be a lot at times.โ Her voice carried a sad resignation.
You felt a pang of guilt seeing her so down, especially after witnessing how gentle and affectionate she was with Mia. You realized how wrong you had been.
โIโm really sorry,โ you said, feeling deeply remorseful. Alexia reached across the table and took your hand in hers.
โNo, donโt be. Youโre a mother, and I understand that mothers will do anything to protect their children,โ she said, her eyes meeting yours with a comforting warmth.
โYes, and I was wrong. You were nothing but kind and loving towards Mia. As you can see, she absolutely adores you,โ you told her with a gentle smile, which Alexia returned.
Her hand remained in yours, her touch warm and reassuring.
โSo... what about Miaโs father or another mother?โ Alexia asked cautiously, her tone tentative.
โOh, the father isnโt in the picture anymore. He was terrible to meโcheated on me and left when he found out I was pregnant with Mia,โ you confessed, feeling a wave of sadness.
Alexia shook her head in disapproval, her expression one of sympathy.
โThatโs also whyโฆโ you started but trailed off.
Alexiaโs eyebrows knitted together in concern. โGo on,โ she urged gently.
You hesitated, knowing it was time to reveal everything and lay all the cards on the table.
โThatโs also why I didnโt want you to know about her or meet her. You reminded me of him,โ you began, and Alexiaโs face showed clear shock, her eyebrows knitting together.
โHe used to flirt with other women, even right in front of me. He was always so cocky and confident, never taking anything seriously,โ you continued.
โWhen I snapped at you the other day, it wasnโt just about youโit was about him too. I used that moment to say everything I wished Iโd said to him,โ you added, your voice trembling as tears formed in your eyes, which you quickly wiped away, not wanting Mia to see you upset.
Alexia immediately stood up, gently pulling you with her.
โMia, your mommy and I need to step into the bathroom for a moment. Is it okay if you stay here by yourself for a bit?โ she asked Mia softly. Mia, absorbed in the TV, nodded without much interest.
Alexia guided you to her bathroom, closing the door behind you both. She enveloped you in a comforting embrace, your face nestled against her neck while her hands supported youโone at the back of your head and the other wrapped around your waist.
You let your tears flow freely, a release you hadnโt allowed yourself in a while. It felt cathartic to finally let everything out.
Alexia murmured soothing words into your ear, holding you close as you cried.
As you began to calm down, Alexia spoke softly. โYou and Mia deserve so much more than that. I promise you, Iโm not like him. I may be confident and a bit cocky, but I will never leave you. As long as you want me in your lives, Iโll be here.โ
Her words warmed your heart. You pulled back slightly to meet her gaze. โThank you,โ you whispered, and Alexia gently rested her forehead against yours, offering a soft smile and cupping your cheeks.
The closeness made your heart race. Being this near to Alexia, after seeing her with other women, was a new and intense experience for you.
The memory of those other women made you pull back quickly, sniffing and smiling softly as you wiped your tears away.
โThank you again, Alexia,โ you said, drying your face.
Alexia smiled gently. โNo need to thank me.โ She then opened the bathroom door, and together, you both returned to the living room where Mia was waiting.
Alexia had convinced you to stay for lunch, and now the three of you were gathered around the kitchen table, enjoying bolognese pasta together.
Alexia and Mia were engaged in an animated conversation about football.
โMommy said that one day, Iโm going to be better than you,โ Mia announced proudly, pointing her fork at Alexia.
โDid she now? Is that true?โ Alexia asked, raising an eyebrow at Mia before turning her gaze to you with a playful smile.
โYes, I did. Because itโs true, right, Mia?โ you said, gently poking her sides. Mia giggled and looked up at you, her face glowing with joy.
โYes, Mommy! Iโm going to be the best when I grow up!โ she exclaimed, and you couldnโt resist leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.
โMommy!โ Mia squealed with laughter, trying to wriggle away as you planted more kisses on her giggling face.
Alexia watched the scene with a soft smile, that familiar warmth spreading through her stomach, the same feeling sheโd experienced the last time sheโd apologized to you.
After lunch, you and Alexia tackled the dishes together while Mia, worn out from all the excitement, napped peacefully in Alexiaโs bedroom.
โYou know,โ Alexia started, her voice carrying a smug tone as she stood by your side, drying the plates. โNow it all makes sense.โ
You glanced at her, confused. โWhat makes sense?โ
Her smirk grew wider, and you could already feel the teasing energy coming. โYou always gave me MILF energy,โ she said, eyeing you up and down like she was enjoying a private joke.
You felt heat rush to your face, but before you could react, she was already grinning even more, leaning in like she had a secret to share. โEspecially when you get all serious and bossy with me. God, I love it when youโre bossy,โ she added, lowering her voice. โItโs so hot.โ
You didnโt waste a second. You nudged her hard with your hip, splashing water in her direction. โDonโt make me slap you,โ you warned her, but she only laughed harder, loving every second of this.
Alexia recovered quickly, her smirk firmly back in place. โAnd by the way,โ she added, wiping a plate with a casual air, โdonโt think I forgot about you calling me hot.โ
You froze, glancing at her quickly. โIโI did not call you hot,โ you said, trying to sound firm, even though you knew you were lying through your teeth.
She chuckled, the sound deep and amused. โOh, really? Thatโs not what Mia said yesterday. Maybe we should wake her up and ask her again.โ She made a move toward the hallway, clearly teasing, and you immediately stepped in, placing your hand over her mouth.
โShut up,โ you muttered, your face burning as she laughed under your palm. You could feel her lips curve into a grin as she brushed your hand off with ease, cockier than ever.
There was a brief moment of silence between you two as you continued with the dishes, but the tension was palpable. Then, out of nowhere, Alexiaโs voice broke the quiet.
โYou know Iโm not giving up, right?โ Her tone was playful but serious, the teasing edge never quite leaving.
You turned to face her, already knowing where this was headed. โStill not having sex with you, Alexia,โ you said, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance.
Her eyes darkened with that familiar mischief. She stepped a little closer, the smugness practically oozing from her.
โCome on, you think Iโm hot, donโt deny it. Mia even confirmed it. And donโt think I donโt notice the way you look at me,โ she added, her voice dipping just enough to make you shift where you stood.
You rolled your eyes, but your heart skipped a beat. โI think youโre hot, you think Iโm hot, why not justโฆ be hot together?โ She shrugged, her expression impossibly smug. โIn a bed. Naked.โ
Tired of her arrogance, you decided it was time to play her own game.
You sighed dramatically. โOkay,โ you said, making it sound like you were giving in.
Alexiaโs cocky grin faltered for just a second as her eyes widened, surprised by your sudden agreement.
You stepped closer to her, and for once, she seemed speechless, unsure of what to do with her usual bravado.
As you closed the distance, pressing yourself fully against her, you felt her body stiffen, her breath hitching.
You took her hands, placing them around your waist, dangerously close to your butt. Her eyes searched yours, confused, intrigued, and undoubtedly turned on.
Without breaking eye contact, you wrapped your arms around her neck, leaning in until your lips grazed the shell of her ear. โHow about tomorrow night?โ you whispered, your voice sultry and slow.
โYou can pick me up from workโฆ take me back hereโฆ and you can fuck meโฆ all. night. long.โ You paused after each word, letting the sexual tension linger between you.
You felt Alexiaโs sharp intake of breath, her body instinctively reacting to your closeness.
The faintest moan escaped her lips, her face pressing into the crook of your neck as if she couldnโt control the heat rushing through her.
Her hands moved lower, finally squeezing your butt gently, and you could feel her struggling to maintain her composure.
โAnd you know what the best part would be?โ you whispered, your lips barely brushing her skin, your fingers lightly tracing the back of her neck.
Alexia, still caught up in the moment, could barely manage a hoarse, โWhat?โ
Her hands kept caressing you butt, her body betraying just how much she was enjoying the moment.
You resisted the urge to push her hands away, knowing full well you enjoyed it too. But you had a point to make.
You leaned in even closer, letting her feel your breath against her ear. โThe best part isโฆโ you paused, feeling her anticipation grow. โThis will all be happeningโฆ in your dreams.โ
And with that, you pulled away completely, leaving Alexia standing there, utterly stunned, her jaw practically on the floor.
You smirked, enjoying the rare moment where you had the upper hand. โIโm gonna go check on Mia,โ you said casually, as if you hadnโt just left Alexia breathless and flustered.
Alexia stood there, unable to speak, her mind reeling from what had just happened. She had always been confident, always in control, but you had completely turned the tables on her.
She was used to being the one who teased, the one who left others speechlessโbut now, you had her feeling things she hadnโt felt in a long time.
โWow,โ she finally muttered under her breath, her heart still racing. She had been with plenty of women before, but none had made her feel like thisโnone had gotten under her skin the way you just had.
The way your fingers had trailed down her neck, the soft whisper of your voice in her earโฆ it had her unraveling in a way she hadnโt expected.
That familiar warm sensation bubbled up in her stomach again, the same one sheโd felt earlier at the table.
She could still feel the ghost of your touch on her skin as she hurried to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face in an attempt to cool herself down.
But the truth was, she was hot. Youโd left her wanting moreโand for the first time, Alexia wasnโt quite sure how to regain the upper hand.
โโ
โThank you, Alexia,โ you said as you got back to your apartment.
After your hot moment in the kitchen, Mia had woken up, and it was time to head home. Alexia insisted on escorting you, so she, Mia, Nala, and you all made the walk to your apartment together.
During the walk, Alexia and Mia chatted animatedly about everything and anything, their laughter and conversation filling the air until you reached your front door.
But Alexia also stayed silent with you.Only talking with Mia.
โBye-bye, Alexia! I had so much fun with Nala. Can I see her again?โ Mia asked, her little arms wrapped around Alexiaโs shoulders as they both looked down at Nala.
โOf course, nena. We can definitely arrange another playdate if your mommy agrees,โ Alexia said, glancing up at you with a hopeful look. You nodded in agreement.
โOkay, and I want to see you again too. Youโre my best friend now!โ Mia exclaimed, snuggling her face into Alexiaโs neck. Alexia smiled and stood up, with Mia clinging to her like a koala.
โYouโre my best friend too, nenaโ Alexia said softly.
โMommy is our best friend too! We canโt forget her,โ Mia suddenly said, as if realizing she had almost overlooked you. She pulled her face away from Alexiaโs neck and stretched out an arm.
โMommy, come join the hug too!โ Mia said with innocent enthusiasm. You smiled warmly as you stepped into the group hug.
As Alexiaโs free arm wrapped around your waist, you draped your arm around both of them, leaning your head on Alexiaโs shoulder.
Alexia looked down at the two girls in her arms, and a deep sense of contentment washed over her. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.
The touch of her lips sent a pleasant shiver through you. You looked up at her, smiling gently, and she returned your smile with equal warmth.
As the hug ended, Mia gave Alexia one last kiss on the cheek and a pat on Nalaโs head before heading inside.
โThanks again,โ you said with a smile. โYouโve been so quiet with me. Did something happen?โ
Alexia rolled her eyes playfully. โYes, you turned me on really badly, and now I have to go home and take care of it myself,โ she said, a groan escaping her.
โOh, come on. Iโm sure you could call one of the women in your contact list, and sheโd be at your place in ten minutes,โ you teased.
โYes, I could,โ Alexia said with a smug grin, โPero preferirรญa imaginarte conmigo en lugar de con otra mujer. Podrรญa llamarla por tu nombre por accidenteโ (but Iโd rather imagine you with me than another woman. I might accidentally call her by your name.)
โOkayyyy,โ you said, laughing.
โI have a new goal,โ Alexia announced suddenly.
โWhatโs that?โ you asked, intrigued.
โMy new goal is to take you on a date,โ she said with a mischievous smile.
โSo itโs not just about getting me into your bed?โ you asked, amused.
โBueno, sรญ, pero quiero hacer las cosas bien. Mi nuevo objetivo es convencerte de que salgas conmigo.โshe clarified. (Well, yes, but I want to do things properly. My new goal is to convince you to go on a date with me)
โIโm curious to see how you plan to achieve that,โ you said with a grin.
โIโll treat you well and completely stop flirting with or looking at other women,โ she said confidently.
โYou? Stopping from flirting with other women? Alexia Putellas?โ you said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.
โSรญ, definitivamente puedo hacer eso.โshe said, feigning offense. (Yes, I can totally do that)
โSureโฆโ you said, still unconvinced.
โAlright, letโs make a deal. If I donโt flirt with, sleep with, or even look at another woman for a month, you agree to go on a date with me,โ she proposed, determination in her voice.
You considered it for a moment, knowing she might find it challenging. โOkay,โ you agreed.
โยฟDe verdad? ยฟNo es solo otra broma?โshe asked, surprised. (Really? Itโs not just another joke?)
โNo joke. One month, no women, and Iโll go on that date,โ you confirmed, and she cheered.
โGenial! Bueno, ahora necesito ir a cuidar de mรญ misma, si sabes a quรฉ me refiero.โshe said with a suggestive wink and you laughed a little. (Great! Well, now I need to go and take care of myself, if you know what I mean)
โBye, Alexia,โ you said.
โAdios, guapa,โ she replied, waving as she walked away.
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rivals?
alexia putellas x messi!reader
request here
with all the alexia angst being posted (my fault), hereโs some fluff
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In the world of professional football, rivalry between two players are always one that many fans are eager to watch.
In the menโs world of football, there was Messi and Ronaldo.
In the womenโs, Messi and Putellas. Two of the most sought after female footballers of this time.
You and Alexia were known as fierce rivals on the field when competing for your country. You for Argentina, Alexia for Spain. Both of your competitiveness fueling debates among fans. Little did everyone know, behind the scenes, you both shared a secret that could rival the on-field intensity.
Away from the spotlight, you and Alexia were much more than rivals and teammates โ you were married.
Your love story began when youโd transferred from playing in the Womenโs Super League to Barรงa. From the first time sheโd laid her eyes on you, there was an instant connection. At first she didnโt know how to feel about your transfer, only having played against you for the national team, where the rivalry grew and grew, but as you both played for Barรงa, the understanding and pressure you both experience helped you grow closer.
Late-night rendezvous, secret getaways, and coded messages allowed you to maintain your privacy. It was difficult to keep everything a secret, something youโve both agreed on. Time moved quickly from the first time sheโd seen you in a Barรงa kit to now, six years later.
Youโre both cuddled up on the couch, watching a replay of the match youโve just played, pointing out the things you and the team could have done better, when you heard some whining on the baby monitor searched up on the coffee table.
With a kiss to your head, Alexia got up to see what the fuss was all about. You watched on through the monitor, seeing how your wife delicately held and talked to your two year old, making you fall in love with her all over again.
โSee look thereโs Mami.โ Alexia points you out, walking in with Rosa in her arms.
โMami.โ Rosa mumbles, arms reaching out for you, cuddling into your body once in your hold.
โHow was your nap, bebรฉ?โ
All you got was a whine. Alexia cuddles back into your side as Rosa falls back into a slumber.
โIโve been thinking.โ Alexia starts.
โUh oh. Mamรก has been thinking.โ You tease, earning you a playful shove.
โSeriously. Rosa turned two a bit ago and I want to be able to show her what her Mami and Mamรก do or work. The environment which all the fans.โ
Alexia starts to ramble. Saving her from spiraling, you place a hand over her mouth stopping her words.
โI was thinking the same thing.โ
With a bright smile on her face, Alexia pulls you in a passionate kiss, careful to not wake your daughter up.
Three weeks later, Spain has a friendly match against Argentina. Everyone played hard no matter that it was only a friendly, the match ending in a draw.
As far as the public knew, you and Alexia were still rivals, enemies, or any other term they use, so whenever they see you conversing after matches, fans and media freak out, like right now.
What the fans didnโt expect was a small child running into your arms with laughter. Standing up with Rosa in your arms, Alexia wraps her arms around both of you, kisses being placed on her cheeks by both of her moms.
To say the fans and media were exploding was an understatement.
โAlexia, they need you for media.โ
Alexia settles herself at the table in front of all the press, waiting for the questions to come.
โHola, Alexia. Great game today.โ
โThank you.โ
After a couple of questions about the match, a little kid is seen throwing themselves onto Alexia.
โMamรก!โ
A second person is seen chasing after the child.
โSorry, sorry. Sheโs gotten fast.โ
You run in, trying to grab Rosa from your wife, who is wriggling to make her harder to hold.
โYou can leave her here.โ
โYou sure?โ
She nods so you give them both a kiss on the head and walk out the room.
โSorry about that.โ
โWho do we have here? If you donโt mind us asking.โ
โBebรฉ can you tell them your name?โ
โSoy Rosa Putellas.โ
The room let out a collective โawwโ.
โSo-so sheโs your daughter?โ A reporter stutters, stunned by the little girl.
โYes.โ
โAnd Messiโs?โ
โYes.โ
The room full reporters burst, questions being asked over the others. Alexia just stands up, walking out of the room.
โI think you broke them.โ Is the first thing you say when she walks into the locker room.
โEh.โ She shrugs. โMakes it fun.โ
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can u do dcc!reader x Rafe where theyโre both at like an event, obvs reader w the other cheerleaders and Rafe with his other teammates and he sees when a man touches your waist even tho they arenโt allowed to bc of the no touching rule and the security guard doesnโt notice until you tell him to get his hands off of you. maybe the guy even goes up to Rafe to ask for a photo but heโs rude to him bc he was touching her girl
Hands off || nfl!Rafe Cameron x dcc!reader
A/n: so creative anon! thank you :)
Warnings: unwanted touching from stranger, lil bit of angst at end if you squint
Word count: 1,973
MASTERLIST (nfl!rafe x dcc!reader au masterlist)
divider by @h-aewo
The "no touch" policy was quite simple: fans were not allowed to touch the cheerleaders. Footballs were brought to every stand and pose event. This gave fans something to hold during photos, making the interaction less awkward and minimising any potential for psychical contact.
Not everyone knew the rule, though, and some would instinctively try to put their arms around the cheerleaders for a photo. Thankfully, security was always on hand, watching and ready to step in, instructing fans to keep their distance.
Over the three years you've been a dcc, youโve never had a bad experience with this policy. Itโs become second nature, and you trust the system. So when you and a few of the other girls arrive at the event, where fans will be meeting you and taking photos, you think little of it.
The familiar buzz of excitement fills the room, and as you scan the crowd, your eyes land on Rafe. Heโs on the other side of the room, already engaged in conversation with a fan. A small smile tugs at your lips as you take in his casual outfit: a pair of well-worn jeans, a black shirt that fits him just right, and a green baseball hat.
Before you can admire him any longer, Kelcey pulls you along to start taking photos. The first few interactions go smoothly, with fans smiling as they pose beside you, football in hand. Of course, there are always a few who try to get a little too close, but security is quick to intervene, keeping everything under control.
As you smile for the camera, youโre completely unaware of Rafeโs gaze locked on you from across the room. His eyes trail over your figure, captivated by your appearance. Your radiant smile, the way you carry yourselfโeverything about you seems to draw him in. He watches intently, his attention fixed solely on you, as if nothing else in the room matters.
โWatcha lookinโ at?โ Chris asks, nudging Rafeโs shoulder with a playful grin. He follows Rafeโs line of sight, his curiosity piqued. It doesnโt take long for Chris to figure out whatโor rather, whoโhas captured Rafeโs attention. A knowing smirk spreads across his face as he spots you across the room. โCoachโs daughter, huh?โ he chuckles, turning back to Rafe, who still hasnโt torn his eyes away from you.
Chris canโt resist teasing him a bit more. โHeard from a few fans โround here that sheโs their favourite,โ he comments, watching Rafeโs expression carefully. Rafe scoffs, but the amusement is clear in his eyes. โToo bad. Itโs not like itโs my name sheโsโโ โWoah there, bud. Too much info. Jesus,โ Chris interrupts with a laugh, shaking his head as he holds up his hands in mock surrender. โI didnโt need to hear all that.โ
As Chris walks back to the others, still chuckling to himself, Rafe remains rooted to the spot, his gaze never straying from you. The smirk on his lips only deepens as he watches you, the teasing from Chris barely registering in his mind.
His thoughts are entirely occupied by youโyour smile, the way you move, the effortless way you light up the room. Even from across the room, itโs clear that you have a magnetic pull on him, one that he has no desire to resist.
Rafeโs gaze narrows as he notices a man approach you and the other cheerleaders. Even from a distance, itโs clear that this guyโs attention is solely on you. The way he barely acknowledges the others, his focus only really locking on you when itโs his turn for a photo, makes it obvious to anyone paying attentionโthis man has a particular interest in you.
Rafe watches intently, a sense of unease creeping in as the man lingers around you. Something about him doesnโt sit right. The usual football, meant to occupy fans' hands and prevent unwanted contact, has somehow gone missing, and security is scrambling to find a replacement. In that brief moment of chaos, the man sees his opportunity.
Rafeโs muscles tense as he watches the man discreetly slide his hand around your back. His fingers hover just above your exposed skin, as if hesitating, before finally making contact with your waist and smoothly resting on your hip. Itโs a subtle move, but to Rafe, itโs glaringly inappropriate.
His jaw clenches tightly, frustration bubbling up as he realises the sea of fans between you and him would make it impossible to reach you in time. He feels a surge of protectiveness and helplessness all at once.
But then, he notices your reaction. You donโt hesitateโyour hand quickly grabs his, pulling it firmly away from your body. Your expression is unreadable from where Rafe stands, but he can see that youโre saying something to the man, your words lost in the noise of the crowd. Fortunately, before the situation escalates further, the security guard steps in. His large frame moves between you and the man, effectively blocking any further contact.
Rafe exhales, tension still coiled in his muscles, but relieved that you handled the situation with the confidence and poise heโs come to admire in you. Even from across the room, he can see that youโre okay, but that doesnโt stop the protective instinct from simmering just beneath the surface.
~
The moment you make eye contact with the fan, a strange vibe settles over you. Thereโs something off about the way he looks at you, his gaze intense and fixated. Still, you smile at him, greeting him politely even as he barely acknowledges the other girls.
His focus is entirely on you, and you can feel the discomfort creeping in. A quick glance at Kelcey and Reece confirms they feel it too, their eyes mirroring your unease. "Hi, how are you?" you ask, maintaining your practiced smile as the man approaches. You guide him to the center, between you and Kelcey, trying to keep things professional.
"I'm so great," he replies, grinning at you in a way that makes your skin crawl. You nod, forcing a smile, though the unease gnaws at you. "You're even more gorgeous up close," he comments, his voice laced with something that makes you nervously chuckle.
"Thank you..." you reply, your voice trailing off as you notice the security guards in conversation. Concern flickers in your eyes, and you glance at Kelcey for confirmation. "They lost the football," she whispers, and you nod in understanding, trying to keep your composure.
"Did the other guy maybe take it with himโ" Before you can finish your sentence, you feel itโa hand sliding onto your waist, then resting on your hip bone. Your body tenses, and without hesitation, you step away, firmly pulling his hand off of you.
"Please do not touch me," you say, your voice steady and commanding. The firmness of your tone catches the attention of everyone around you. The manโs bravado crumbles in an instant, replaced by nervousness as all eyes turn on him. "I didnโt mean toโsorry," he stammers, but the lie is obvious, his excuse flimsy.
You narrow your eyes slightly, your patience wearing thin. "You didnโt mean to feel up my waist and hip?" you challenge, your voice tinged with defensiveness. Before the situation can escalate further, a security guard steps in, his imposing presence effectively cutting off the interaction.
"Okay, thatโs enough," the guard says firmly, positioning himself between you and the man. "Sir, were you aware that there is a strictly no-touching rule when it comes to taking pictures with the cheerleaders?" The man gulps, his earlier confidence evaporating. "Noโno, I had no ideaโ"
The guard raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Youโre telling me you havenโt seen the signs that are everywhere informing you about this?" His tone leaves no room for argument. "Move along, please," the guard instructs, gesturing with a dismissive wave of his hand. As the man sheepishly slinks away, the guard turns to you, his voice softening. "Miss, are you okay?"
You nod, your pulse still racing but your composure intact. "Iโm fine, thank you," you reply, your voice steady. Kelcey and Reece quickly move to your side, their concern evident as they guide you away from the scene.
"Letโs get to the changing rooms," Kelcey murmurs, her arm around your shoulder as the next group of cheerleaders takes over. You allow yourself to be led away, grateful for the support, but also determined not to let the incident shake you.
~
Rafe watches intently as you disappear from view with the other girls, a tightness in his chest gradually loosening as youโre led safely away. He lets out a breath he hadnโt realized he was holding, turning back to face the next round of fans lining up for pictures. His mind is still half on you, replaying the scene over in his head, but he forces himself to focus on the task at hand.
A few more fans pass by, offering handshakes and snapping photos, but then something catches Rafeโs eyeโa familiar face in the crowd. Itโs him. The same guy who had touched you earlier. Rafeโs entire body stiffens, his muscles tensing as a wave of anger surges through him.
His glare sharpens, eyes narrowing on the man who seems completely oblivious to the fury directed his way. The guy casually makes his way down the line of players, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries, utterly unaware of the storm brewing in Rafeโs eyes.
When the man finally reaches Rafe, he extends his hand with the same nonchalant attitude, expecting another casual greeting. But Rafe has no intention of letting this slide. He grasps the manโs hand in a firm, vice-like grip, squeezing just hard enough to send a clear message.
The manโs expression shifts from easygoing to startled as he looks up at Rafe, his brows furrowing in confusion. Rafe meets his gaze head-on, his eyes cold and unyielding. Thereโs no need for words; the intensity of Rafeโs stare says it all. The man fidgets slightly, trying to mask his discomfort, but itโs clear heโs rattled by the unexpected show of strength and the silent warning in Rafeโs eyes.
The handshake lingers a beat too long, the tension thick in the air, before the man awkwardly pulls his hand back, mumbling something under his breath as he moves on to the next player. Rafe watches him go, his jaw still clenched. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax, but the anger simmering beneath the surface remains.
When it came time for the group photo, Rafe made sure his smile was practiced, not genuine, his eyes cold as the man stood at the center of the group. The man's audacity to remain at the event after what he had done gnawed at Rafe, his mind replaying the earlier scene with a growing sense of disbelief and anger.
As soon as the photo was taken and the man left, Rafe rolled his eyes and shook his head, barely able to contain his frustration. "I need to take five. Gotta hit the bathroom," Rafe said to the event coordinator, his tone controlled but urgent. "Yeah, sure, go ahead," she replied, barely glancing up as she continued to redirect the flow of fans.
Without wasting another second, Rafe made his way to the girls' changing room, his heart pounding with concern. He knocked in a familiar rhythmic pattern, the signal you both had used before to let each other know it was safe to open up.
You opened the door, and before you could say a word, Rafe swept you off your feet, pulling you into a tight embrace. The door clicked shut behind him as he nudged it closed with his foot, his arms wrapping around you protectively. The tension youโd been holding onto melted away the moment you felt his warmth, your own arms sliding around his waist.
"I saw what happened," he murmured against your hair, his voice soft but filled with concern. "You okay?" You let out a shaky breath, your face buried in his chest as you absorbed the comfort he offered. "Not really," you admitted quietly, the vulnerability in your voice evident. "But I'll be fine."
Rafeโs arms tightened around you, his grip steady and reassuring. He didnโt say anything, just held you close, letting the silence speak for the care he felt. He knew you were strong, that you could handle yourself, but that didnโt stop him from wanting to shield you from every bad moment, every unsettling experience. He couldnโt change what had happened, but he could be there for you now, and that was enough.
For a long moment, neither of you moved, just holding onto each other as the world outside faded into the background. Rafeโs presence was a balm to your frayed nerves, grounding you in a way that made the fear and unease dissipate, if only for a little while.
Finally, Rafe leaned back just enough to look at you, his hand gently cupping your face. "If you need anything, you tell me, alright? You donโt have to go through this alone." You nodded, your heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you, Rafe. Iโm glad youโre here."
His gaze softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment longer than necessary. "Always," he whispered, the promise clear in his voice.
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Okay everyone, wanna take your opinions on something. I am a kpop hoe, also, my football obsession is through the roof. That being said, thinking of making a new fic that I post randomly with no chronological order as soon as I get the main plot out of the way, of an OC being a kpop idol, also messi's daughter before he got with Antonella (cause I love them together and their boys are so fucking cute)
I really wanna know your opinions on this idea, I already have a face claim and plot ready along with some scenarios in my drafts
I will keep updating Tattoo Sleeve, I just have finals these days, so hopefully by next week I will be updating that fic, don't worry sweeties, I didn't forget ๐๐
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minha filha | neymar x teenage daughter! reader
requested; yes!
request; Neymar and teenage daughter, Where they get into a fight and it is very angst bur ends in fluff pleaseโค๏ธ and merry Christmas if you celebrate
note; merry christmas 2 u too if u also celebrate !<3
cw//mentions of underage drinking and smoking
masterlist !
โI canโt believe you, Y/n da Silva Santos.โ Your father, Neymar, expressed his disappointment in you. He had caught you out drinking and smoking with friends after telling him you were going to study. To make it worse, Davi had also seen you and Neymar didnโt want him exposed to it yet.
โI didnโt even get drunk or high, so why does it matter?โ You scoff as you sit down on the couch in the living room. Neymar sent Davi to his room to get ready for bed before going back to talk to you. He sat down across from you.
โWhy does it matter, Y/n? Are you serious?โ He scoffs, shaking his head at your reply.
You cross your arms, rolling your eyes. You thought that your father was being dramatic. All of your friends parents let them drink, some even let them smoke. You didnโt understand why it was such a big deal. โItโs no big deal, papai! Every normal teenager does it. Itโs a normal teenage thing to do!โ
โAre you serious, y/n? Not only were you drinking and smoking as a teenager in public, but you also lied to me? Saying you were studying?โ Neymar tried to stay calm, but you kept resting his temper. He run his hands through his hair before covering his mouth with his hand, taking a moment to think. โIโve seen your grades too, y/n. You had straight Aโs a month ago, what happened?โ
You look away from him, avoiding eye contact with him. You didnโt want to answer, you were already emotional and angry at everything. Neymar kept calling your name but you continued ignoring him.
โY/n, give me your phone.โ He finally says, standing in front of you and holding his phone out. You looked up at him and let out a gasp. Before you could even protest, he repeats himself, โY/n. The phone.โ You huff, reluctantly handing him your phone, โNow go to your room. Iโll talk to you once Iโve cooled off.โ
You let out another huff as you stomped to your room, making sure to slam your door shut. Neymar lets out a sigh. He puts your phone in his pocket and goes to make sure Davi was ready for bed.
About an hour later, you heard a gentle knock on your bedroom door. โCome in.โ You call out, setting the book that you were reading down next to you. Neymar slowly opens the door and sees you sitting on your bed.
He takes a deep breath as he sits down on your bed and faces you. โI know you may think I overreacted. I know many of your friends and classmates smoke and drink, but iโve seen people i used to be close with who have fallen in too deep into drinking and smoking. I donโt want the same ending for you. Iโm protective over you, I canโt help it. Itโs my job as a father.
His words really made you think. You couldnโt help but feel guilty and stupid for falling for the persuasions of your friends. โIโm sorry. They wanted me to try and I wanted to fit in and-โ
โItโs okay, minha filha.โ Neymar interrupted you by giving you a warm reassuring hug to which you happily hugged him back. When he pulls away, he reaches into his pocket and takes out your phone.
โI want you to be smart with your decisions next time. Iโm gonna give this back to you but I want you to bring your grades back up and make decisions for yourself, not because your friends tell you to do things.โ
โI promise! Iโll study more and do my work!โ You held your phone close to you, feeling joyful that you and your father were no longer in an argument.
โItโs late, you should go to bed soon.โ He says as he stands up from your bed. He leans over and presses a kiss on your forehead, โGoodnight, minha filha.โ
โGoodnight, papai.โ
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Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader
Summary: Your schedules don't match
You love Alexia.
You were only little when your father died. You didn't quite understand it.
Your father was a football fan, a big Barcelona supporter so all of his daughters got taken to games with him.
Alba was never that into sports, even just watching them.
Alexia was definitely sporty. You think she was what your father really wanted. She plays football and she adores it.
Your father was already sick by the time you were born. He was already struggling but he still took you to matches. It didn't click with you like it did with Alexia but he could still some athletic speck in you.
He took you to a tennis match instead. He'd never had much interest in tennis but he seemed to know what would appeal to you. You were tiny and Mama had been worried that you wouldn't be able to sit through a match.
But you did.
You sat through a whole match and fell in love then and there.
You were still little though and your father was still sick but he took you to as many lessons as he could.
He was a football fan but he could learn tennis for you.
He never could in the end, not when he died so suddenly.
But then Alexia took over. She didn't understand tennis and she still doesn't understand but she took you to every lesson and went to every match.
You just wish she understood the difference in your schedules.
She was getting ready for another round of Euro qualifiers even though Spain had already qualified. You were at Wimbledon, trading shots with Iga on the practice courts.
"Have you called your sister yet?" She asks, sitting down next to you as you guzzle down your water.
You roll your eyes. "In a minute."
"Do it now."
"What are you? One of my sisters?"
You're teasing her.
Iga is the world number one, by a lot of points. You sit just outside of the top ten. It's a little annoying, your own inconsistency. You can pull it out of the bag during big matches like Grand Slams but you suffer a bit in some of the less grand tournaments.
You're officially the youngest player this tour so you know you're getting babied by some of the other players, Iga especially.
You hadn't thought she had even known who you were until your coach told you she was the one who pushed him to take you on.
She thought you were on your way to being one of the greats.
She also thought you would make a great doubles partner one day.
It was different moving to Poland, away from your Mama and your sisters but Iga made it easy.
She was easy-going and you practically lived at her place so, yeah, you guess she took the more sisterly role in your life with Alexia and Alba at home in Spain.
"Go and call your sister," Iga laughs, spraying you with her bottle until you shriek and run off," And grab me a protein bar or something!"
You roll your eyes but head off, pulling out your phone to video call your sister.
It rings for barely a second.
"Hi Jenni," You say," Can you give Alexia back her phone? I need to talk to her."
"You don't want to talk to me, mini Putellas? I'm offended!"
"If I wanted to talk to you, I'd have called you!"
Jenni laughs before Alexia appears on screen, snatching the phone away from her ex.
"How are you?" Alexia asks, cramming her face onto the screen.
"I'm good!" You laugh," You look good too. Covered in sweat."
"You can talk," Alexia teases back," Have you just had a workout?"
"Practice pitch with Iga," You say," We've got matches coming up."
Alexia frowns. "What do you mean?"
"We've got matches in the next few days. It's Wimbledon, remember?"
Alexia shakes her head. "No. That was last year."
"It happens every year, Ale," You remind her," Me and Iga are competing and then it's a quick turnaround for the Olympics."
Alexia's frowning. "No, because I've got a match on the twelfth. You're flying out with Mama and Alba."
"The Wimbledon final is on the thirteenth. I need to stay."
"What?"
"Iga's out and I've got a real chance. I could really do it."
"But...What about my match?"
"What about mine?" You counter with a sigh," Ale, our schedules just don't match this time. I'm sorry."
"But..."
It's clear to the other girls in the room that Alexia's getting a bit distressed as her mouth opens and closes as she tries to formulate a response.
"But..."
"Listen, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later."
"Hey, wait-"
You put the phone down and Alexia just stares down at it, frozen as she looks at your profile picture.
"What's up with the long face?" Jenni pokes her in the cheek. "You're more frowny than usual."
"Nothing. I just...My sister can't come to the game."
"Well, duh, Alexia. She's got Wimbledon to win. She can't just fly out to us."
"I know but..." She blows out all her air. "Never mind. I'm just...I'm gonna go."
When you were little, Alexia tried to go to as many of your matches as she could manage. Sometimes she would come straight from her own games, still in full kit to catch your last ten minutes or so.
It was difficult but it worked.
You've gone professional now and branched out, travelling the world to take part in tournaments and games so you can work your way up and become the world number one.
She shouldn't be upset about you missing her match and her missing yours because that's just how sports work. So many went on at the same time that it was impossible to make every match but, still, a deep pit forms in Alexia's stomach as she thinks about missing your final.
Across the world, you prepare.
You practice on the courts with Iga and your coach. You eat well. You sleep well. You watch Alexia's match on the tv and wish you could be there but Alexia's no longer the only athlete in the family.
She had her career and you have yours.
Paolini is who you face in the final and she keeps you on your toes the entire time. She hits hard and fast and you go one set down immediately.
You pull it back though, managing to equalise the next set and then it's all to play for.
You take a few gasping breaths as you guzzle down your water, leaning back in your seat.
You look up at your box, where your family is watching.
Mama is there, of course, and so is Alba. Alba looks incredibly bored. You know she only comes to the tennis because of you and you're glad she's trying to be supportive but she truly looks like she's about to fall asleep in her seat.
Mama looks much more engaged. She'd told you once that she preferred the pace of tennis to football. There was less risk of injuries in tennis, no one around to slide tackle you or crash into you.
The most harm your opponent could do was smash a ball into your face and that rarely happened. Sure, you could slip and fall but it's not like footballers didn't do that too.
Out of the two sports her daughters played, Mama always found herself calmer at the tennis.
Mama waves at you and nudges Alba in the ribs so she can look up from her phone to wave too.
Your brows draw together in confusion.
There's an empty seat between them and you can't understand why.
So, you just kind of stare as you puzzle out who could be sitting there.
It's not until she comes back, with two beers and a hotdog that you realise who is filling that seat.
She looks exhausted. You can tell even through those stupid big sunglasses and the even stupider hat she's wearing.
She must have gone straight from her match to the airport to get here in time and crashed in Mama and Alba's room to keep it all a secret.
So, Alexia sits in her seat and you grab your racket.
You've got a set to win.
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Inherited Talent | Leah Williamson
Leah Williamson x reader
Leah has finally convinced you that itโs time for your daughter to take her first steps into the world of football.
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โThere are a lot of girls here,โ Olivia murmured, squeezing your hand a little tighter.
โWell, itโs the first day,โ you replied, trying to keep your voice cheerful despite the fact that, just like Olivia, your nerves were getting to you.
Leah, on the other hand, was in her element. She moved through the crowd with ease, greeting everyone, posing for pictures with some of the staff, and even a few of the girls who were there for the same as Olivia. Out of the three of you, she was definitely the most excited.
โWhy are there boys too?โ Olivia asked, hiding behind you as you both followed Leah.
Leah, catching up to Oliviaโs question, smiled warmly. โItโs good for boys and girls to play together when theyโre young,โ she explained. โOnce theyโre older, they split the teams, but donโt worry, youโll be on an all-girls team.โ
You bit your lip, feeling a bit uneasy. Some of the boys and girls looked a lot bigger than Olivia, who was just barely on the edge of the minimum height for her age group.
This wasnโt new, itโs something you and Leah had talked about for months. Leah had been buzzing about Olivia joining the academy for ages. You, on the other hand, had always tried to push the idea off for as long as you could. But as soon as Olivia turned seven, Leah had come home with the Arsenal academy program in hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
And today was the junior tryout, and as Leah had reassured you the night before, all the kids would be accepted. After all, they were still so young, just children starting out.
โOkay, theyโre about to start,โ Leah said, hands on her hips, eyeing the pitch, which was noticeably smaller than a regular one. โYou ready, Livy?โ
But Olivia had backed away a few steps, her attention caught by a group of older girls across the field.
โLove, are you sure this is a good idea?โ you muttered, lowering your voice as you shot Leah a slightly worried look.
Leah turned to you, her expression turning serious. โWhat do you mean?โ
โItโs justโฆ Livyโs still so little.โ
โDarling, when I was her age, I was already playing with boys older than me,โ Leah said, waving it off like it was no big deal. โThis is nothing. Donโt worry.โ
โBut-โ
โThe doctor said more physical activity would help her, right? Thisโll be good for her. Trust me.โ
You opened your mouth to push back, but Leah had already wandered over to Olivia, gently nudging her along to join the other girls in her group.
You sighed, dropping down onto a nearby bench, keeping a bit of distance from the other parents. Leah could be so stubborn sometimes, and when it came to Olivia, she was far from objective. It didnโt help that, honestly, Livy wasnโt all that great at football.
Sure, Leah was the pro here, but youโd watched her play every week for over a decade, so you knew enough to tell when someone had that spark. And Oliviaโฆ well, letโs just say she struggled with her coordination.
Like most kids her age, she was a bit of a clumsy one, always tripping over her feet or bumping into things while running around the house. But she had it worse than most.
โWhereโs your head at?โ Leahโs laugh snapped you out of your thoughts as she sat down beside you, her face still full of excitement.
You gave her a sideways glance. โYou really think Livyโs up for this?โ
Leahโs smile faded, and she let out a sigh, clearly tired of the conversation. โDarling, Oliviaโs not going to become a footballer overnight. Itโs going to take work, thatโs why weโre here. Trust me, no girl here is better than our daughter.โ
How wrong Leah had been.
She cringed as the other girls darted past Olivia, barely noticing she was even there. Your daughter had hardly touched the ball once, and when she did, she ended up on the ground, tangled up in her own legs.
At this age, they didnโt really bother with positions in football, it was just a swarm of kids chasing the ball around, trying to kick it into the net. And there was Liv, hanging at the edge of the group, her attention everywhere but where it shouldโve been.
Then came the shootout practice. Leah couldnโt help but shift uncomfortably each time it was Oliviaโs turn to kick. It was either painfully slow, that the ball didnโt even reach the coach -who was standing in as the goalie- or a wild shot that flew wide of the goal altogether.
โWhat do you think now?โ you muttered under your breath as you both made your way down the bleachers. Maybe this was the reality check Leah needed, seeing other girls Oliviaโs age and finally accepting that football might not be Livโs thing.
Leah shrugged, clinging to her optimism. โJust nerves, the first day and allโ she said, then her smile softened the moment Olivia came running towards her.
โHi, mommy!โ Olivia panted, looking absolutely adorable. Her kit was a bit too big, even though it was meant to be her size, and her cheeks were flushed bright red, just like Leahโs after a long match in the sun.
โThereโs my little star,โ Leah grinned, scooping her up and brushing stray hairs off her forehead. โHow was it, love?โ
Olivia shrugged, looking a bit worn out. โCan we go home now?โ she asked, glancing at you with those big, tired eyes.
โYeah, letโs get you home,โ you said with a smile.
Leah was just about to put her down when the coach approached with a man holding a camera.
โExcuse me, Leah, would you mind if we...?โ the coach gestured to the camera.
Leah sighed lightly but waved her hand. โSure, go ahead,โ she said, setting Olivia down gently.
โWeโd love to get a few shots of you and your daughter,โ the camera guy chimed in. โItโs important for the academy, you know, showing that one of our top players, who came through the programme herself, trusts us to guide her daughter too.โ
The coach smiled, but Leahโs stomach flipped after watching Olivia out there on the pitch.
โOf course,โ she said, managing a nervous smile as she pulled Olivia close for the photo.
โYou know, plenty of footballers' kids donโt end up playing football,โ you said as you slipped into bed that night. โLook at Becksโ kids, for example.โ
โYouโre really not helping,โ Leah grumbled, eyes fixed on her phone as she replied to a few messages from her teammates, whoโd been buzzing after seeing Oliviaโs pictures from the academy.
โLeeโฆโ
โLivy likes football,โ Leah said, finally putting her phone down and turning to you.
โYeah, she does,โ you agreed, scooting closer and resting your arm over her stomach, head on her chest. Leahโs hand instinctively found its way to your hair, gently playing with the strands. โI just donโt want you to think youโre forcing her into it or something.โ
โI know thatโs exactly what youโre thinking tho.โ
โLeah, I just want you to realize that Oliviaโs not you... at least not yet.โ
Leah sighed, a little stubbornness still hanging in the air. โFine, but sheโll keep training, on her own terms. No oneโs born knowing how to kick a ball, you know?โ she said, determined as ever.
You let out a quiet sigh, knowing this conversation was far from over, but youโd let it rest for now.
Almost two months had passed, and honestly, there wasnโt much progress.
You were the one driving Olivia to practice during the week, which she actually enjoyed. But on weekends, it was Leahโs turn, unless she was busy with a match. Those were the days Olivia wasnโt too keen on, since Leah would often stick around at the academy for an extra half-hour, kicking balls with her.
โMummy!โ
You were getting ready to take Olivia to the academy, even though there wasnโt any training today, Leah's team had a league cup match, and the academy kids were going along to watch.
โWhatโs up, love?โ you asked, looking up and feeling a bit concerned when you saw she wasnโt in her jersey but in her everyday clothes.ย โWhatโs wrong, sweetheart?โ you said, setting your stuff aside and guiding her over to the couch.
โIโm not sure if I want to go see mommy today,โ she mumbled, fiddling with her fingers.
โWhy not?โ
From a young age, Olivia had understood Leahโs celebrity status- her mother was practically famous in the sports world, always on tv or the radio, with people constantly asking for photos. Olivia had always had to share her momโs attention with adults and teens wanting selfies or autographs when they were out. But now she wasnโt handling it well with her teammates getting so much of Leahโs attention too.
โIs something wrong, love?โ you asked.
โI donโt want to see mommy if my teammates are there,โ she said, tears starting to brim.
โI donโt quite follow, sweetheartโฆโ
You tried to remember every time youโd been to Oliviaโs practices. None of the other kids were ever mean or annoying, and Liv seemed to get along with most of her teammates.
โMommy doesnโt like me that much...โ she sobbed, and it broke your heart to see her so sad.
You scooped her up and settled her on your lap, rocking her gently. โHow could mommy not like you?โ you said, managing a sad smile as you wiped away her tears. โYouโre the most important thing in the world to both mommy and me,โ you reassured her, but Olivia just shook her head.
โMom prefers Millieโ
You looked at her, a bit confused. โWhoโs Millie?โ
โMy teammate, number 10,โ Olivia said, and you vaguely remembered one of the taller girls from her group. โSheโs always playing with mom and me, but mom ends up playing with her more because I get tired first.โ
Ah, now you recalled a bit of a late night chat with Leah, where sheโd mentioned a little girl who played really well. At the time, youโd just thought it was Leah going on about football again.
โSweetheart...โ you whispered, pulling her into a tighter hug. Itโs okay if you donโt want to go. We donโt have to.โ You gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. โWhat would you like to do instead?โ
โCan you play with me for a bit?โ she asked, rubbing her eyes. She then hopped off your lap and grabbed one of the many balls lying around the house. โCan we?โ
You nodded and got up from the couch, following Olivia to the backyard where Leah had set up a goal. You kicked off your shoes to keep them clean and watched Oliviaโs face light up with excitement. It had been a while since sheโd looked that happy, even though she played regularly with Leah after school. You had a feeling that what used to be a fun activity was now feeling more like a chore, and letโs be real, no one really wanted Leah Williamson as their coach all the time.
โWell, you know Iโm not exactly like mom,โ you said, giving the ball a nudge with your foot. โSo donโt judge me if Iโm not that great.โ
โI know youโre not like mom,โ Olivia giggled, heading for the goal. โCan you kick the ball from there?โ she asked, getting into position.
โDo you want to play like that?โ you asked, tilting your head, thinking sheโd just want to run after you with the ball.
Olivia shook her head and giggled as your shot went off towards the garden.
โI did say Iโm not like mom,โ you said, going to get the ball.
When Leah got home, Olivia was already tucked up in bed, fast asleep and ready for school the next morning. You were still with your laptop, wrapping up some work.
โLove?โ Leah called out, dropping her bag on the floor. โHey, howโs everything?โ She leaned in for a kiss, but when she noticed you didnโt return it, she pulled back. โWhatโs up? Is Livy still feeling sick?โ
Youโd told Leah a small lie about Liv having a stomach ache earlier, which was why you both had missed the game in the afternoon.
โLivyโs fine, it was nothing serious,โ you said, shutting down your laptop and patting the spot next to you on the couch. โWe need to talk about somethingโฆโ
โAbout what?โ Leah asked, looking confused.
โI think youโre being a bit tooโฆ hard on her,โ you said gently.
โAre we still on about this? Look, if Olivia didnโt enjoy playing, I wouldnโt push her. But she likes it, youโve said it yourself, she now has new friends and sheโs improving, even if itโs just a bit.โ
โItโs not just that, Leah. Livโs a really sensitive kid. Sheโs not like you.โ
โWhat do you mean?โ Leah asked, her face getting serious.
โLivโs more like me- sheโs sentimental and emotional. She picks up on things.โ
Leah pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a frustrated sigh. โLove, can you just be straightforward, please?โ
โOlivia knows sheโs not the best at football, and she can tell it... bothers you.โ
โIt doesnโt bother me,โ Leah shot back quickly, but you just shook your head.
โMaybe not directly, but youโd like her to be more like the other girls at the academy.โ
Leah went quiet and shuffled a bit on the couch.
โMy point isโฆ Liv needs you as her mom, not just her coach.โ
โI think youโre overreacting,โ Leah said, a hint of irritation in her voice.
โLeah,โ you said more firmly this time. โOliviaโs always craved your attention, and not just-โ you raised a hand when you saw her about to interrupt. โIโm not saying you donโt give it to her, but she needs more. Especially now that sheโs worried if sheโs not good enough, she might lose your attention to another girl.โ
โItโs not-โ
โIโm not done,โ you said. โAnd Iโll say it again: she doesnโt want your attention as a footballer. She wants your attention as her mother. So, from now on, football is banned in this house.โ
โWhat? What do you mean?โ
โI donโt want you chatting about football at the dinner table or chasing Liv around to play, and no more academy talk unless itโs absolutely necessary. Sheโs already feeling insecure about it, and youโre not helping.โ
โDarling, how can you ban a hobby I share with my daughter?โ Leah asked, looking upset.
โThere are plenty of other hobbies out there. Find something else.โ
Leah dropped her head in defeat, now looking a bit embarrassed.
โIs that why you both didnโt go today?โ she asked, her voice tinged with sadness.
โYeah, I think she didnโt want her teammates reminding her of how good you are. Sheโs a bit scared of being compared to you.โ you said softly.ย
Leah shook her head, her expression softening.
โAnd I spoke with your mum... and Iโm sorry, but she was a bit angry with you. Said you were being a bit of a jerk.โ
Leah shot you an offended look. โShe was no better than I am now.โ
โBut she used to get a more positive response from you,โ you pointed out. โYou two are just as stubborn as each other, so if you wanted to train before school, sheโd have just gone along with it.โ You rested your hand on her thigh as you saw her processing this.
โAnd Olivia isnโt like me,โ she finally said quietly.
โNo, sheโs not,โ you agreed.
โGod, Iโm such a terrible mother,โ Leah said, burying her face in her hands.
โYouโre not a terrible mother, Lee,โ you said, gently taking her hands away from her face. โWeโre still figuring this out. Itโs not easy, and weโre going to mess up now and again, and probably a lot more.โ
Leah, with a distant look in her eyes, let go of your hands and leaned back on the couch, resting her head on your lap.
โNow Iโm feeling pretty sad,โ Leah said. โI was all upbeat coming in because we had a win-โ she cut herself off. โCan I still talk about our win today, or is that banned too?โ
You shook your head, rolling your eyes a bit.
You heard Leah take a deep breath. With one hand, you gently stroked her hair, which was still damp from her shower before she came home.
โSo what do we do now?โ she asked.
โNow, we need to take a step back and chill out,โ you said. โWe need to give Liv some space. Maybe we should find some other stuff she might enjoy besides football. Remember how you used to spend all day watching movies and eating in bed? Maybe sheโd like to do things like that with you again. I just want her to know sheโs enough for you, no matter what. I know she is, and Iโd never doubt that, but sheโs a kid and needs to see it more clearly.โ
Leah nodded, though her gaze seemed a bit lost as she reflected on everything that had happened over the past month.ย
โI just wanted her to feel strong, you know? To have that fire in her. The world can be harsh, and I donโt want her to get hurtโฆsheโs so tiny.โ
โI knowโฆโ you murmured softly, gently tracing the contours of Leahโs face, something that always helped her relax.
โFootball made me tough as a kid and taught me to stand up for myself, fend for myself- I wanted the same for our daughterโฆI didnโt think it was the wrong way.โ
โThere are other ways to show her that, love. Weโre here for that, and we need to help her see her worth for who she is, not just as a mini version of you to earn your respect and attention.โ
As you traced your finger down Leahโs nose, she let a few tears fall. โI feel awfulโฆ I never meant for her to think Iโm disappointed in her or that I prefer other kids over my own daughter.โ
โI know,โ you said, pulling her close, the same way you had comforted Olivia hours earlier. โBut you sometimes have a hard time showing certain things, so you need to make the effort to really show her. Tell her again how much you love her and how proud you are of her.โ
โYouโre a better mum than I am,โ she said with a sad smile.
โNot at all,โ you said, making a face. โIโve messed up too, and youโve been the one to help me fix things. Weโre a team, Lee. Weโre here to support each other, especially when it comes to Liv.โ
โLetโs just say weโre both doing our best,โ Leah said, laughing a bit as she wiped away her tears. โIโll have a chat with her tomorrow after school, no talk about football, just us.โ
You smiled, giving her a gentle push to get her off your lap. โSounds good,โ you said, giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Leah sighed again, and you could tell she wouldnโt be at ease until she talked to Olivia.
โThanks for helping me see things clearer,โ she said, looking a bit awkward, knowing this could have been avoided if sheโd listened to you earlier.
โThatโs what Iโm here for,โ you said, standing up from the couch and offering her a hand to help her up.
โI love you,โ she said, giving you a kiss.
Even after all these years, Leah Williamsonโs kisses still had that same spark.
โI love you too,โ you said, taking her hand as you started walking. โLetโs get to bed. Iโm definitely not forgetting to celebrate that amazing assist you pulled off in todayโs game,โ you said with a cheeky wink, making Leah smile.
The next day, Olivia burst into your home office, chocolate smeared all over her face but grinning from ear to ear.
โHi, mummy!โ she exclaimed, running up to give you a kiss on the cheek, leaving a chocolate streak behind.
โDid you have ice cream before dinner?โ you asked, raising an eyebrow.
โMom said itโs a special treat just for today,โ Liv replied, as Leah walked in with some wipes in one hand and Livโs school bag in the other.
โJust for today,โ Leah repeated, making sure you werenโt in a meeting with your camera on before leaning in for a quick kiss. โYou smell like chocolate,โ she laughed, noticing the ice cream remnants on your cheek.
โAnd you taste like vanilla,โ you said, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand.
โMe? Vanilla? I donโt think so,โ Leah said with a cheeky grin, and you just rolled your eyes, trying not to smile.
โIdiot.โ
โYeah, whatever,โ Leah said, turning around to grab Livโs arm as she tried to sneak away. โHey, no, no, no,โ Leah said firmly.
โBut, mommy-โ
โLet me get the chocolate off you first,โ Leah said, pulling out a wipe and gently wiping it from Oliviaโs mouth.
It was absolutely charming to see Leahโs motherly side; it was something you never tired of seeing.
โThere, now youโre all clean,โ Leah said proudly. โMy precious girl,โ she murmured, stroking Livโs cheeks as she wrinkled her nose. โWhat would I do without you, huh?โ
โYou wouldnโt be a mommy,โ Liv said, shaking her head, and you chuckled.
Leah shook her head and let out a giggle too.
โExactly, Liv,โ she said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. โNow go and do your homework, okay? Then we can watch some movies.โ
Liv sighed dramatically and dragged her feet and backpack out of the office.
You and Leah exchanged a look, admiring the dramatic flair your daughter had.
โSheโs definitely your daughter,โ you said with a grin, turning back to your work.
โDarling!โ Leah came rushing over, weaving through the crowd of parents trying to find a spot in the stands. It was the last game of the season for the kids' teams, and the place was packed.
Leah had just got off a plane from a friendly match abroad, so she arrived only minutes before kick-off.
โI didnโt think youโd make it,โ you said, moving aside to let her sit.
Leah shook her head and gave you a quick peck on the lips. โI promised Olivia Iโd be here... though I was a bit surprised at how insistent she was that I come,โ she said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness that she tried to cover with a smile.
Olivia had asked you a few weeks ago to start taking her to her training sessions instead of Leah, and given the sensitive nature of the situation, Leah didnโt want to intrude.
โYou do know your daughter doesnโt hate you, right?โ you said quietly, resting your hand on Leahโs thigh. โYouโre still her favorite mom, actually.โ
Leah just hummed and avoided your gaze, as if the empty field had suddenly become the most interesting thing.
A few minutes later, the girls appeared on the field, and Leahโs face dropped when she didnโt spot Olivia.
โWhereโs Livy?โ she asked, looking a bit worried.
โSheโs over there,โ you pointed to the little girl standing second, wearing a black cap and a goalieโs kit. Leah clearly hadnโt recognised her because she had no clue her daughter had changed positions.
โW-what?โ Leah asked, surprised, but her face brightened when she saw Olivia giving her a small wave.
โIt was a surprise,โ you said, trying to hide your grin.
โBut Livโs never played as a goalie,โ Leah said, a bit confused.
โWell, it turns out sheโs actually quite good. She saves all my shots that go all over the place,โ you said, remembering how Olivia would bounce around, not caring about scraping her knees whenever you threw the ball in the wrong direction.
Leah was lost for words. She didnโt want to seem biased because it was her daughter in goal, and she was trying to overlook the fact that the girls trying to score on Olivia werenโt the best, but she loved Oliviaโs determination to catch every ball, even if it meant taking a few hits in the face.
โWe are calling Mary as soon as weโre out of here,โ Leah said, her eyes still glued to the game.
โAlright, letโs put that on hold for now,โ you said, trying to soften the intensity in your wifeโs gaze. โLetโs remember, this is supposed to be pressure-free.โ
โYeah, alright, love,โ Leah said, sounding distracted. You could tell she wasnโt really listening.
โWhat was that?!โ Leah exclaimed, opening her arms as Olivia came running towards you both with a small trophy shaped like a glove and a medal hanging around her neck.
โDid you like it, mommy?โ Olivia asked with excitement.
โWhat, of course I did! Even Alessia couldnโt score on you if she tried!โ Leah said, showering Oliviaโs cheeks with kisses in exaggerated enthusiasm.
Normally, you wouldnโt join in with Leahโs exaggerated praise, but right now Olivia needed a confidence boost.
โIโd say youโre even better than Mary,โ you whispered against her cheek. โWeโre so proud of you.โ
โMy daughterโs a superstar,โ Leah said, pulling out her phone. โAlright, now smile for the camera. We need to get these photos for grandma before she scolds me again, besides sheโs still mad at meโ
Leah and Olivia had gone to the car while you had to run back because Olivia had forgotten her cap in the locker room. By the time you got to the parking lot, it was almost empty, with just your car and Leahโs left. You saw them standing by Leahโs car.
โโฆYou donโt have to come back next season,โ you overheard Leah saying to Olivia.
โI like coming here now, mom.โ
โAre you sure? We can look for another sport... or any other activity youโre into. It doesnโt have to be football,โ Leah said softly.
โBut I like it.โ
โArenโt you just saying that because I like football too?โ
โYes, but I like it as well, mom.โ
โRight. But remember, if you decide you donโt like this anymore, I wonโt push you. I donโt want you doing things just to please me, or anyone else. Do you understand, love?โ
The tenderness Leah showed in her conversation with Olivia touched your heart. You knew Leah could be a bit much at times, but you were certain sheโd always put your daughterโs happiness first.
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๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: footballplayer!yunho, coach!yunho, whippedforhernephew'scoach!reader
๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: gagging, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), creampie, unprotected sex
๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: swearing
๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฌ: is it soccer or football? football or rugby? either way, i'd let yunho demolish me in the locker room (or in the middle of the football field). :)
๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ซ: ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ.
"it's called soccer, dumbass."
"no, it's called football,ย dumbass."
"you don't know what you're talking about." your brother rolls his eyes, then stuffs his mouth with the hotdog you had made for game night.
"there's a ball, and you kick it with your foot. what part of that seems to be the issue?"
"football is an entirely different sport-"
"oh give me a break-"
"god, it's like you both are sixteen again. is that just a natural thing? no matter how old you get you'll bicker like this all your life?" your mother complains, sipping her cucumber water and judging the calories on the table with a single eyebrow raise.
your brother's son, your nephew, laughs in your lap. you laugh with him, seeing the ketchup mess on his face and his sticky little fingers.
"and what are you laughing at, you little rascal? come here!"
the young man grabs the child from your lap, tickling the life out of him as a punishment for mocking his father. he playfully reaches towards you for help, and you do, tickling your own brother to make him stop.
"oh god, my white couch!"
"stop that, our daughter came back after many years apart and you care about the couch?" your father scolds his wife.
"it's not like that-"
"hush! is it 2:1? is it?! yes it is!" he jumps, spilling the beer all over the just mentioned couch.
"oh, heavens." her voice is light, and she looks like she is about to faint.
the four of you snicker, and silently cheer with another hot dog.
you forgot just how boring your town is. you do nothing but lay in your bed watching tv shows, walk to the local bakery, and drive your nephew to school. he is almost glued to you twenty four hours a day, and you don't mind. he is the squishiest thing ever, always listens to you, and helps you piss off your brother.
he doesn't have much of a mother figure in his life. your brother works a lot, and your parents are raising him. his mother died during birth, and even though they begged to save her and not the child, it was too late. your brother didn't want the baby at first. pushed it away, yelled at it, saying it took away his wife and his will to live. then, he started therapy. he started getting better, and started spending time with his child. your nephew has all the love he could possibly get, but your arrival changed him. he has become very attached to you; sneaking out of his room in the middle of the night just to sleep in your bed, making his kindergarten teacher call you mid playing just to tell you that he built a rocket out of clay, to only eating when he sits on your lap and you feed him.
much like this morning.
"auntie?" he mumbles between the waffle bites.
"yes, pumpkin?"
"will you watch me play soccer today?"
"it's football!" your brother calls from the living room. "you broke my kid."
"i didn't break him, i just passed him some of my IQ."
the man sticks his tongue out towards you, making his son giggle.
"don't you want grandpa to take you?" your father makes a disappointed face, teasing his grandchild.
"i want auntie to take me! and then you can meet my coach! and then you can see how cool our new jerseys are! we are only allowed to wear them at the stadium and not take them home because they are new. i really wanted to show it to you but coach wouldn't let me. he says i'd make it rip it as soon as i enter the house!"
"oh, how dare he!" you say, noticing your father's wink as a sign to support him.
"and sometimes he yells at me! but grandpa told me that he just means well, and that he only wants to teach me so i can be a great player like him! did you know that he is going to play the- the- oh no, what's it called again, grandpa?"
"the derby?"
"yes! that! he is going to play in a few weeks! he is so cool!"
he may not be able to feed himself, but instead of that, he can talk. all day long. and just sometimes, your ears become irritated. so you agree to drive him. you blast the music, muting his babbling from the back as he sits in his car seat. can anyone blame you? it's a two hour drive. you don't have the energy for it today.
you finally arrive, and after making sure you've locked your car and rolled the windows up, you finally let him lead you inside. you can barely keep up with him, he is too excited to see his friends. you see other women standing near the group of children, and you let go of your nephew's hand so you can greet them. after all, you'll be coming here quite often it seems.
"hi, just wanted to introduce myself."
"oh, the new stepmom?"
"what? no- i- what?" you're just as confused as them, and you look over to your nephew.
"oh, i'm so sorry! he keeps talking about his new mom and we just thought-"
his new mom? your confusion disappears when you see the little boy pointing his finger towards you, excitedly showing you off to his friends.
"no, no. i'm his aunt." you inform them.
before they get to say anything, the doors on the side of the stadium open, revealing a tall male wearing a jersey. you hear whispering behind you, maybe even a particularly long exhale, and you have to say that you agree with them.
the coach is stunning. he is drop dead gorgeous, and the more you look, the more self conscious you feel about your lazily picked outfit today. he is so tall and lean, his waist probably smaller than yours. his lips are plump and a pretty pink colour, and his hair a dirty blonde, almost a mullet. no wonder all the moms were dipped in makeup and dresses. you wore your brother's hoodie with his favorite football team logo on it, short leggings and zero makeup.
"hi, ladies." he greets, smiling at the group. he surely knows his impact.
his gaze stops on you, catching you red handed. you must've been staring at him weirdly, because he smiles wider your way, then finally lets the kids inside to change and get ready for the practice. all except...
"coach jeong! can my mom please come and watch me?"
"mom?" the coach is caught off guard, glancing your way.
"oh, no no, honey-" you try explaining. that man needs to know you're single.
"please?" the boy puts his palms together, and does his best puppy eyes to convince the man in front of him to let you in.
"well i- i guess. come in then." he holds the door open for you.
other women do not seem to take interest in going in and watching their children. instead, they greet the coach, then head over to the nearby cafรฉ. your nephew tugs at your hand, smile so wide his eyes turn into half moons and he doesn't even see you.
"you little rascal." you scold him, ruffling his hair.
he runs off to the locker room, and you watch him drag the backpack that is almost bigger than him across the floor.
"well, this is an odd surprise. i didn't know he had a mother. not to be rude, of course."
"oh, i am not. i am his aunt." you finally explain.
"ah, so that's the case. i was wondering. you look so young."
he smells of freshly cut grass and a hint of manly sweat, mixed with some type of cologne. his face is clean shaven, giving you a chance to notice his sharp jawline as you walk together towards the football field.
"he is a gem, really. but, god, can he talk."
"i know. he got that one from me." you joke, knowing your nephew has outbursts of energy often.
yunho laughs, then opens another door for you. you finally step into the green field, nostrils immediately filling up with the pleasant smell of freshly mowed grass. you were never one for sports, but you gladly watched a game or two with your friends and now family. you wouldn't do it willingly on your own, you have more interesting things to do. but you don't hate it.
you also don't hate it when yunho places his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the chairs where you've seen coaches and other member's of the team sit during matches. you thank heavens for the early winter sun and long sleeves, otherwise he would've seen the goosebumps from an innocent touch like that.
"have a seat. if they kick a ball in your direction, i'm sorry on their behalf."
"real comforting for my first live match, thanks."
the children run out on the field after changing, taking their positions on a white line in front of their coach. you study his moves, and needless to say, you find yourself squirming in the plastic chair quite soon. he is stern. he gives orders, guides them, and cares for them. you are turned on by something as simple as his yelling over the field. you never knew you could be so turned on by someone doing their job.
he starts the warmup, doing the squats and pushups with them. his arms aren't that big, but they are still muscular and decorated with bulging veins.
"coach, remember when you made us do pushups with your backpack on our back?" one of the older kids says.
"yeah, so? want another session?"
"no, no! i was just wondering if you could do the same." the rest of them start smirking, especially your nephew, and yunho scoffs.
"of course i can."
"but not with the backpack! with her on your back!" he points his little finger towards you, and you scoff.
"i don't think that's approp-"
"he can't do it," you accidentally interrupt, trying to save him.
he looks at you, one eyebrow cocked. you swear you could slip off the chair from the sudden rush of arousal.
"oh, really?" he asks, a smirk dancing on his lips.
"really." you decide to tease back, to see just how far it gets you.
"well why don't we try?"
he gets into the position, not even allowing you to decline. the team starts cheering, your nephew the loudest of them all.
"come on, now. sit on me."
you choke on your saliva. he smirks to himself, and you are ready to wipe it off. he likes teasing, doesn't he. little narcissist.
you walk over to him, purposely sitting on his back with force. but he holds, his wide back a comfortable seat. his arms start working his body. and your jaw drops at how easily he is doing the push ups with you on his back. the cheers get louder, seeing their coach effortlessly carry a person like that. he does a few more, just to show off, until you get off of him. your nephew runs over, hugging your leg and cheering for the handsome coach. yunho winks at you, then proceeds to train the boys.
your stops to the stadium become your new hobby. you sit on the same chair, watching the man teach the young ones, occasionally catching a glance or two from him, then arriving home and falling asleep mid day to the thoughts of his arms and voice. some days you fall asleep from simple thoughts, and some days you need a locked door and a buzzing device.
with each practice, he finds a way to somehow touch you. last time, he asked you to help him set up a new net on the goal frame. he couldn't "reach it", so he held you by your waist in the air while you secured it. if he can carry you around so easily, could he also carry you as he thrusts into you back in his office? or in the back of the-?
"guests! get up!" your mother knocks on the door, and you are quick to throw your gadget under your pillow, stopping the fantasies in your brain.
poor thing has been working non stop for the past few weeks, and still doesn't do a good enough job. sure, it gets you over the edge, but seeing yunho's slender fingers spin that ball so effortlessly when he is busy watching the kids play is just making it more complicated. not sure if on purpose, but lots of times he toys with the little hole on the ball that is there for inflating it. he circles it, slowly and carefully, eyes not leaving the green field. your eyes are locked on the ball and the middle finger rotating on the ball, mouth going dry as you almost feel that same finger circling your own hole.
"see? told you he's a gem." he interrupts your drooling one day.
"huh? oh, yes. absolutely." you catch a glimpse of your nephew celebrating victory.
you miss the way yunho bites his lip, hiding another smirk forming. he knows he has you wrapped around his finger, and he can almost smell the arousal off you. at first, he enjoyed teasing you for fun. but now? seeing that you've started showing up in short knitted winter dresses and knee high boots? it gets him going too. especially when you put those sunglasses on when you get in the car and help your nephew in his car seat, looking like a really hot young mom.
a mom he'd like to fuck all day every day in the back of the car after she drops her kids off at school.
"guests? who the hell is it?" you ask more yourself than your mother.
you throw on a sweater and the first pair of jeans you find, then check if you've put the vibrator away just in case a certain child decides to come in the room and snoop. it is securely locked in your drawer, along with a local newspaper cutout with yunho's figure on it, the jersey proudly stating his last name and his player number: nine. he looks dashing, so why not? you're not doing anything weird with it. just masturbating to it. no biggie. everyone does that.
it is a random wednesday and middle of the day. nobody familiar is coming to your mind when it comes to guests. but when you go downstairs and join your mother in the kitchen, you freeze. the big glass door to the patio is open, revealing the very coach you were just touching yourself to sitting on your favorite chair near the pool. your father hands him over a beer, like they do this every day.
"what is the coach doing here?"
"your brother invited him to wish him luck for the game next week." the woman simply explains, lining up the various cheese bites on toothpicks on the oval plate. "here, take this to your father while i grab a few more beers for them. for an athlete, you'd think he drinks less."
"mom!" you scold, in case he might have super hearing.
you carry the plate in one hand, while you use the other one to fix your hair. yunho is quick to notice you coming towards them, a smile forming on his lips as he examines you head to toe. you look cute in maroon and black, that oversized sweater hiding your waist from him. ever since he lifted you in the air that day to fix the net, he has been dreaming about holding that waist again. he wants to bite into it, leave purple marks all over it, kiss it and whatnot. you are just that addictive, and you didn't do anything but exist.
"hi, coach."
something about you calling him coach is setting his body on fire. it has the same effect on him as the word "daddy" or "sir" would have on someone else. he decides he enjoys hearing it from your lips. he hopes he'll get to hear it in a shape of a moan or gasp too.
"hi, my lovely assistant. did you know that your sister actually knows a thing or two about football?"
"soccer. and no, this dumbass right here?"
all three of you roll your eyes at his correction. yunho snickers, taking a sip of his beer.
"yes. she helps me set up the training ground and comes up with very interesting and actually beneficial stuff. the other day she even managed to score against our thirteen year old goalkeeper!"
you squint your eyes at the man, holding grudge for mocking you. he is half right, you did set up the training grounds for the kids. and you did score against the thirteen year old goalkeeper. go you!
"cheese?" you offer, stopping their little bullying session.
"why, thank you." he takes one, then continues his conversation about the upcoming game.
you run back to the kitchen, helping your mother with more drinks. you hear your nephew somewhere, and his quick and heavy footsteps.
"careful, i'm holding liquid!" you warn before he can bump into you.
you make your way towards the patio again, ready to secretly start flirting with his coach. you don't know how. you'll figure it out. only this time, he doesn't notice you coming, and stands up while still talking to your family. he doesn't hear you warn him over your nephew's loud and bad cover of the teenage mutant ninja turtles theme song, and walks straight into you, spilling the beverages all over his white t-shirt and your maroon sweater. you almost slip on the wet tiles, but his hands are quick to grab your waist and steady you. your body is pushed against his, soft breasts pressed against his own firm chest, your heart almost breaking through your ribcage and hitting his.
"shit, i'm so sorry." he finally lets go, then bends over to pick up the half empty cans of beer.
"oh, just leave it! i'll clean it up!" your voice is squeaky, hands still trembling from the interaction you just had.
his grasp is so firm, you want him to pick you up again just so you can feel that rush of lust one more time. the way his slender fingers pick up the pieces of glass from the floor shoots arrows to your core. a task so simple that it has you wondering if your brain is healthy for getting turned on by it.
"sweetie, will you go get coach yunho a new t-shirt so he can change? yunho, go with her, she will clean that up for you." your father offers, completely oblivious of your death glares.
the young man gladly accepts. he follows you quietly through the house, not yet speaking. you unlock your room, then let him in.
"ah, so this is what this door is? your nerdy little room. always wonder every time i come over."
you rummage through the pile of unironed clothes on the ironing desk in the corner of your room, trying to tell the difference from your brother's and father's plain white t-shirts.
"so you come here often?"
"not that often," he walks over to your nightstand, looking through the window above it, "they sometimes invite me for dinner or lunch as a thank you for training their grandson. say, why do you keep your room locked?"
you plug the iron into the socket, then wait for it to warm up as you turn to face him. his fingers are tracing the corner of the nightstand, somehow seductively.
"to keep my nephew from snooping." you laugh nervously, seeing how close his hand is to the forbidden drawer.
"right," he hums, nodding his head.
the iron makes a sound, notifying you that it is ready for use. you turn your back towards him, ironing the creases in the soft fabric. you hear him walk around the room, probably admiring your poor taste of room decorating when you were seventeen. you didn't manage to redecorate much, only bring in some things from your old home. like the very toy that is buzzing in his hand right now.
"interesting."
"god, give me that." your cheeks are flaming hot.
you hid today's pink pleasure, but forgot about the yesterday's one, also from an interrupted session. he holds the silver bullet vibrator in his hand, playing with the settings on it.
"give it back! it's dirty, how can you even touch it?"
"oh, so it's recently been to places? i don't know, looks pretty clean to me."
you reach for the shiny item, but he is quick to throw it in his other hand. he smiles, amused by your poor attempts at getting the gadget back.
"we can do this all day, or..." he points it towards you, like a magic wand, "you can show me the proper use of it."
your heart drops, and your stomach feels like a centipede is walking all over it. your mouth goes dry, and your eyes feel like they're going to jump out of the sockets.
"what?" you manage to say.
"show me how you use it." he simply says.
"you're crazy. here's your t-shirt." you grab it from the desk, avoiding eye contact with him.
you hear his wet one drop on the floor, and he reaches for the one in your hand. instead of grabbing the clothing item, he grabs your wrist, pulling your body into his bare one. you gasp, eyes looking up into his as his other hand snakes around your waist, vibrator still secure between his fingers.
"those jeans are driving me crazy." he admits in a whisper. "and looking at that bed, i can't stop imagining you using this on your dripping little cunt after coming back from my practice."
you hate that he is right, but you won't tell him that. ever.
"i have more attractive things to masturbate about." you whisper too, eyes dropping down on his pink lips.
"like what?"
"like that substitute coach from monday morning?"
"ah, so your little hole only clenches for song mingi? got it."
he lets go of you, throwing the vibrator on the bed. you gulp as you watch him wear the freshly ironed warm t-shirt, eyes running down to his v-line and defined abs. he is so damn hot.
"i should get back there. wouldn't want anyone to know how desperate you are for me." he winks.
"i'm not desperate!" you reach for a pillow, ready to aim it at that smirking face.
the next few days, you ask your father to take the boy to the practice. he is sad, but if you look at yunho one more time after a good training session, after his jersey starts sticking to his skin and reveals all his curves and hollows, after his sun kissed skin starts shining from sweat, and after his veins start bulging even more, you might drop on your knees at his feet and just take him in your mouth right there in the middle of the field. with nobody around, of course.
the derby is getting closer and closer, and you go to the practice one more time before it accompanying your father. you sit quietly as you watch him fidget in his usual spot. he doesn't yell today. he doesn't instruct. he doesn't do a warmup. he lets the kids play whatever they want, just shushing them when they start cussing and punishing them with burpees. he is nervous about the game, that you know.
"hey," you call after practice.
your father is busy helping his grandson change his footwear, while you busy yourself with comforting the coach.
"it'll be good. you'll win, i know it."
"our goalkeeper is kinda shit. he has been alcoholizing himself the past few days, too nervous about the derby. i'm afraid he is going to get some kind of poisoning, or that he'll show up drunk. or hung over. i don't care about the win at that point, our image will be destroyed."
you hum, looking over at the dark clouds approaching in the distance.
"get some sleep tonight. if you want, call me. i am known to put people to sleep with my talking."
he laughs, sincerely. nothing flirty this time. "will do, darling."
"i'll see you tomorrow then, coach. hopefully with a trophy in your hand."
the game went fabulously. they destroyed the other team, despite the goal keeper being a little hung over just how yunho predicted. they all cheer, your nephew is going crazy in the front row, and so are you. shiny confetti is flying everywhere, some of it landing on yunho's head. he is holding the trophy above his head, pure happiness on his face. he is cute.
the celebration continues in the decorated basketball hall, drinks and food already served and music already blasting. the audience is slowly leaving to join the team in proper celebration, and it takes almost half an hour for the place to properly empty before you can move. a few families stay behind, cleaning after everyone and collecting lost items to hand them over to the doorkeeper later. you and your mother stay to help, collecting all the confetti and food remains.
"miss! miss!"
you turn around, almost bumping into a woman. she holds a backpack in her hand, and hands it over to you.
"would you be a sugar and go give this to player nine in the locker room? their coach had to go and didn't have time to give this to him."
"but-"
"thank you so much! i've gotta run."
and indeed, she does run. your mother nudges you with her elbow, rushing you towards the stairs and to the entrance under the bleachers.
you do not know where you are going. the hallway is empty, and there are no signs on any doors. you almost reach the end, hopelessly dragging the heavy backpack with you. a door to a locker room is half opened, and you decide to knock. receiving no response, you carefully enter, the strong smell of body spray pinching your nose.
"coach?" you call.
he doesn't answer. you set the backpack on one of the benches, then make your way towards the other side of the room. a jersey is discarded on it, the number nine proudly facing up from the bench. you reach for it, feeling the fabric in your hand. he smells so good. not a strong scent, like the rest of them have. he is more of a soft vanilla mixed with slight sandalwood. you bury your nose in the fabric, surprised that even after sweating so much after the game, the jersey isn't smelly and wet.
two hands creep onto your waist, startling you and making you jump.
"i snooped through your things, so now you have to snoop through mine?" he teases.
you feel his naked wet chest press against your thin blouse, and a slight bulge in the back of your pants. he turns you around swiftly, allowing you to take a good look at him. he is fresh out of the shower, smelling absolutely heavenly. his hair is not yet dry, waterbeads sliding down his neck and collarbones and disappearing down his v-line into the towel he has so carefully wrapped around him. it hangs low on his hips, probably on purpose.
"aren't you going to congratulate me?"
"congratulations?"
"i was thinking about a different kind of congratulations. something like..." his finger pulls at the belt hoop of your pants, then lets it snap against your skin, "this."
"you have to play another match to get to that point," you tease.
"do i now?"
truth is, you wish for nothing more than to get down on your knees and have him twitch in your mouth. you so desperately need it. so you let your hand reach for his towel, easily undoing it and letting it fall on the floor. you don't look down just yet, eyes locked with his. yunho finally grabs your face by your jaw, pulling you in for a hot kiss. his tongue is quick to find yours, circling it and rubbing it all the right ways. your blouse doesn't get unbuttoned. ripping it open seems faster to yunho, firm hands shredding the fabric and letting buttons fly to the floor. you gasp at the action, and he is quick to place his hands on your breasts. you're thankful for wearing a decent bra today, not one of those you had as a teen.
"i'll have to see you wearing my jersey and bouncing on my cock one day after practice. think you could do that?"
"i think i very much could," you say, excitement running in your veins.
yunho sits on the bench, trying to pull you into his lap. you stop him, dropping down on your knees. a proper congratulations.
you take a moment to admire his length. he isn't thick, but he is very long. he feels hot under your fingers, eager to be taken cared of. your tongue gets a first taste of him, and soon after, you're struggling to take him in. he is too big for you, but the pleasure is too good for him to back away. he grabs your hair, pushing your head down to make you swallow as much of him as you can.
"yunho?"
you freeze around his cock, eyes going wide. you are hidden by a row of lockers, but only a few steps in and the whole situation would be visible to the poor intruder.
"keep going," yunho mumbles, caressing your cheek.
you slowly start swallowing him again, working your tongue around him.
"yes?" he says, masking his pleasure well.
"everyone is waiting for you, man. they already finished off that fruit tart you were waiting for!"
"let me just take a quick shower and i'll be right there."
"if you say so."
the door shuts, and yunho spares no time in ramming his cock into your mouth a few more times before pulling you off and picking you up. he slams you against the lockers, hands firm on your thighs. he manages to take off your pants, not bothering with the panties. he only pushes them aside, and not even bothering to stretch you out beforehand, carefully inserts his hot muscle inside of you. it is no use biting your hand down to hide the noises, his pace continiously ramming into the soft spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back.
"you'll have to be a bit more quiet, baby." he says, voice low and raspy.
you look at him, your body completely relaxed in his hands as you take every pump he has to offer. yunho looks at you as if he is trying to hypnotize you, with eyes so focused on your face, examining every single reaction you have to his moves.
"we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt again, would we?"
you shake your head, unable to speak. you can only moan, louder and louder, as your fingers desperately tug on his still damp hair. having had enough of your loud noises, yunho carries you to the bench, cock still buried deep inside of you. he lays you on the bench, then reaches over your head to grab something.
"open up for me," he instructs.
you do, and he gently places his jersey between your lips so it muffles your moans.
"good girl," he praises, then continues his moves.
the fabric in your mouth proves itself useful, successfully muffling the noises you make. not long after, you feel the pleasure building up in the bottom of your stomach.
"fuck, you're clenching so much, i'm going to cum soon," he hisses, hands desperately gripping your waist.
you look at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would take the message and make you cum too. he recognizes it, and brings his hand to his mouth, wetting his fingers. he then places them on your clit, rubbing the tense bud in ways that have your back arching from the bench, mentally begging him for release already.
"fuck-" he groans, speeding up.
you bite down on the fabric, focusing on reaching the sweet release, clenching your walls to help him reach his too. he moans, for the first time, throwing his head back as he fucks his seed into you, filling you up until you can't take it anymore and let it spill on the bench. the new warm sensation inside of you triggers your own orgasm, your hands reaching for his as you twitch, orgasm washing over your body in multiple ways.
yunho holds your hands above your head, pressing kisses along your exposed collarbones and neck, calming you as you get down from the high. it takes you a while to come back to your senses, feeling yunho's hair tickling your bare skin as he still peppers your skin with kisses.
he laughs fondly, seeing what a mess he made out of you. removing the jersey from your mouth, he wastes no time in kissing you properly, this time a bit softer than before.
you pull away, the cold air from the air conditioner finally hitting your bare skin and sweat, making you shiver.
"so..." you breathe out.
"so..." he repeats.
"when is your next match again?"
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โฅ๏ธ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ข๐๐ค ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ | charles leclerc x reader smau
โฆ pairing : charles leclerc x fem!wife!reader
โฆ summary : in which charles is a proud soccer dad and he got too enthusiastic during his daughter soccer match
โฆ content warning : use of yn, badly translated french, attempted humor, crack fic
โฆ faceclaim : girlies from pinterest
a/n: henlo !!1! idk why but i just feel like charles would be that type of soccer dad who gets too competitive and heated for no reason. had this idea randomly popped in my head while i was at work lol. lemme know what u think! enjoy~ (requests are open)
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yninstagram not to be that soccer mom, but look!! fleur's already a star player!! xx
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charles_leclerc โ ma fille! ma fiertรฉ et ma joie, regarde-la!! (my daughter! my pride and joy, look at her!!)
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user1 fleur is not even my kid but im crying,, shes so cute in her little soccer jersey ๐ฅน
user4 wow the talent in sports must run deep in the family
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scuderiaferrari โ Fleur Leclerc for the next AS Monacoย Football Fรฉminin's star player ๐๐
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โคท shes growing up so fast
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โคท thankfully you're not the one playing
โคท one leclerc that can actually play football ๐
โคท charles_leclerc โ bro get off my page fr
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charles_leclerc โ the sport genes truly does run in the leclerc family ๐๐ so so proud of my fleur, you will always be my number one champion ๐ซถ๐ป
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maxverstappen1 โ yes she gets the genes from yn. certainly not from you ๐๐
โคท charles_leclerc โ you do not want to play that game with me, mate.
โคท maxverstappen1 โ is that a threat??? hello??
โคท user6 ๐ญ๐ญ soccer dad charles is not playing any games w anyone
user8 yall saw that vid of charles beefing with a 5 year old over a damn soccer game?? LOL
โคท user34 he was serious abt it too LMAOO
yninstagram CHARLES LECLERC PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE
โคท charles_leclerc โ oh no we gotta go.. ๐โโ๏ธ๐จ๐จ
โคท user34 nahh aint no way ur getting away with it bruh ๐ญ
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charles_leclerc โ in all seriousness, i apologize for the misunderstandings i have caused and the video that has been circulating around on the web. after hours and hours of apologizing to my beautiful wife (im forgiven thank god), i just wanted to say that my fleur and yn are both the greatest gift i've ever received in my life, no championships can ever compare. Papa sera toujours fier de vous deux et sera votre plus grand fan jusqu'ร la fin des temps. (daddy will always be proud of you both and will be your biggest fan till the end of time)โค๏ธโค๏ธ
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yninstagram je t'aime, mon monde entier ๐๐ฉท (i love you, my whole world)
โคท yninstagram papa, je t'aime mais s'il te plaรฎt, ne viens pas au prochain match de football - fleur xx ๐ฉท (daddy, I love you but please don't come to the next football game)
โคท pascale.leclerc.355 les amours de ma vie ๐โค๏ธ
โคท charles_leclerc โ ๐ญ๐ญpleurer et dormir sur le trottoir ce soir (crying and sleeping on the curbside tonight)
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