#alexis putellas

[samkerrworshipper]

initiation pt.3 | barca femeni x reader

warnings: smut 18+ minors dni.

pt.1 -> pt.2

it’s not valentines here anymore but for yall who are/are not celebrating i hope this makes ur day a little bit cheekier ;)

I promise u the freaky stuff is coming but this is the buffer for that lol

Instead of waking up to a warm embrace of Keira and Lucy, you wake up to an empty bed. It takes you a few seconds to take in your surroundings, your body is tangled up in sheets and a duvet. The room is mostly dark besides some light coming in from under the door. You allow yourself to take a deep breath, breathing in the cool air around you and slowly waking yourself up. The ache between your legs is the first thing you feel, it wraps your thighs up like a warm hug and it reignites the previous desire in you as the memories of what you’d experienced only a few hours ago flash through your mind.

If it wasn’t for the bed you were in and the faint sound of moans through the walls of the house you’d probably be a little bit more concerned about your surroundings, but instead the environment you are in only brightens your mood.

It’s definitely not an unpleasant way to wake up, you absorb your surroundings and listen with a light head and fuzzy thoughts as you stretch out across the extremely comfortable mattress, bathing in the absolute serenity that you can feel across your whole body and soul. You’ve been thinking about this night since Lucy had told you about it days ago, stressing about all the different possibilities and things that could happen.

You never, not even in your craziest and wildest dream could have ever concocted some kind of idea that would come anything close to what you’d experienced in the last few hours. From the sounds of it, something was still happening and you’d be damned if you missed out on any of it, so even though it pained you to leave the bed that probably had a thread count higher than the amount of money in your bank account, it was with the hopes that you would get to experience something that was far better than any bed.

You are still as naked as ever, your whole body completely bare as you pushed yourself off the mattress and with unsteady legs onto the floor boards. The combination of the post-orgasm bliss and few hours of rest maKe you feel better than ever and without any struggle you made it to the closed door of the bedroom.

Your skin pricked up, little dots forming against your skin as your exposed body began to feel the effects of being in a room with a fan and aircon on.

You could have taken a sheet or blanket with you as coverage, but you figured that by the noises being produced your companions would be in a similar state of undress and even if they weren’t it wasn’t like they would see anything they already hadn’t.

The hallway you stepped into was empty. Although there were little thready moans coming out from some of the rooms beside your one. Because Lucy had practically carried you into the room you struggled to remember what way to go but you managed to trail your way back to the main room by following the noise that was being emitted.

The sight this time was completely different from beforehand and it took your eyes a little bit to adjust.

There were some people missing, although your brain was still too fogged up to really take account of people, just what was happening around you.

The first sight that catches your eyes is Keira, who has so many hands on her that it’s hard to tell who is who.

Ingrid is the first person you spot, mainly because she’s the least entwined in Keira’s body. She’s got the same strap on that she wore earlier when she was pounding into you, except this time it's being brutally thrusted into Keira’s throat. It’s a pretty sight, Keira’s drool and slobber all over her chin as she repeatedly gags on the strap. Frido is the second person you spot, mainly because her and Ingrid are pretty much next to eachother, the two bestfriends connected by their lips, although it’s not what captures your attention, instead you’re eyes are glued to the suctioned dildo that Frido is riding, her knees bent against the floor, pushing up and down. Your eyes don’t focus on her long, instead searching around Keira. It’s harder to figure out who is behind her, but it’s a process of elimination and spotting different heads of hair and hands. Keira is on all fours with Aitana’s mouth slurping at her from below and Marta’s fingers soundly fucking her from behind. Keira looks so blissed out, like she’s floating on a cloud of dopamine so strong that it could rival drugs.

On the couch is Alexia and Mapi, the two best friends lazily making out whilst their bodies grind down against each other in perfect synchronisation.

Before this, you were fairly sure that scissoring was a social construct, but watching Mapi and Alexia’s hips jolt out again and again is making you reconsider your beliefs.

Lucy, Ona, Jenni and Caro are on the bed, and it’s a sight that you can’t even begin to comprehend.

Ona is laid down on her back on the bed, Jenni grinding down on top of her face whilst Lucy and Caro are down the other end of Ona. At first, you think the two older players are taking both of Ona’s holes, but after a few seconds, and an angle change when Ona’s hips buck, your jaw drops in realisation that the Norwegian and English player are both fucking in and out of the same hole.

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head, you can feel the arousal re building inside you as you watch Caro and Lucy brutally fuck into Ona, pretty much using her to get themselves off. Ona’s body is boneless and unmoving beside her hips which every few thrusts cant up to buck upwards.

You can’t take your eyes off of the sight, it might be rude to stare but in your opinion it would be rude not to admire the complete erotic beauty that is unfolding before your eyes.

“Hola chica.”

The words are directed at you, forcing your eyes away from Ona and to Mapi, whose head has craned backwards to look at you from her spot on top of Alexia’s lap.

There is a thin sheen of sweat across her forrid, her eyes are full of lust and she looks positively feral.

You smile at her, too terrified that if you open up your mouth you’ll say something wrong or let out one of the moans that have built up in your gut from watching Ona.

Your eyes drifted back to Keira on the floor, all three of her holes being used, quite literally having her brains fucked out.

It’s not something that you’ve ever directly desired, but right now it’s all that’s in your mind, you aren’t quite sure if you could handle it, you’ve never taken more then two fingers in your asshole and too be fucked in both fo your other holes at the same time seems like over kill, but watching Keira suddenly makes you so intrigued and suddenly attracted to what she’s enduring.

You don’t know where to go or look, but Mapi ushers you over with her hand and your brain can’t ignore her, so you put one foot in front of the other until you are standing directly in front of the two women.

Alexia smiles at you, her hands are resting on Mapi’s hips, gently helping her to grind against Ale, there isn’t much fervour or energy to it, from what you can tell, it can’t possibly be stimulating enough to put either of them anywhere near the edge, your either wrong or they just don’t mind. There are red splotches up and down Alexia’s chest, little dots and tiny teeth marks that are splattered out across Alexia’s chest and neck.

Mapi has some darker, purple marks across her neck, less than Alexia but far more noticeable.

“How’d you sleep bebita? You feeling rested and up for some more fun?”

It’s bewildering to you how level headed Mapi is considering the situation she’s in. You think about how you would behave if you were in her situation and you are fairly certain it wouldn’t be anywhere near as composed.

“Hoping I didn’t miss out on much.”

Mapi smirks, her lips parting and letting out a breathy moan as Alexia pulls her hips down harder, trying to get her own friction against her clit.

“I’m sure we can find some ways for you to make up for lost time. Come sit down next to Ale, I’m sure she’ll be able to wake you up.”

You drop your body down beside Alexia on the couch, unsure what to do but much happier with the closer proximity.

“Look at Kei, look at how good she’s being, would you like to be used like that?”

Alexia leans down to whisper the words into your ear, her voice low and drawn out.

You bite your lip, happy to let your eyes stray back to Keira, Ingrid is no longer in her mouth and Marta is no longer in her ass, instead Keira is now bouncing up and down on Ingrid’s strap, Ingrid jack-hammering into her with absolutely no mercy.

Keira looks pretty fucked out, you’ve got a better view of her face and body now that it’s not so occupied with so many hands and people.

Her mouth is permanently open, deep moans leaving her mouth every time Ingrid thrusts up into her, the other thing that catches your eye is the way that Keira’s tits bounce up and down with every single movement, her nipples are risen and hard and her right breast has a big red mark on the side of it.

Keira’s eyes are glazed over, but there’s still some form of cheekiness behind them, just from the sight of her you can tell that she’s having the most fun that you’ve seen her have in months, that she’s so incredibly at peace with Ingrid all over her.

One of Alexia’s hands fall from Mapi’s hip, down to you knee first, gently coaxing your legs apart before trailing her hand up.

You look down for a few seconds, before Alexia’s mouth is back pressed against your ears.

“Look at Oni, she’s been such a brat tonight, look how’s she’s getting fucked, look at all those bruises on her, you don’t want that do you? Don’t want to be filled up but on the edge all night, right? Little Oni thought it would be smart co cum without permission so now she has to deal with Lucia and Caro stretching her out with no relief. You don’t want that do you? You’ll be our good girl, sí?”

Your eyes lift up to Ona, her body being brutally used by Lucy, Jenni and Caro. Her pussy is still being stretched by the two women, and to think that she’s going through it without any finish is eye opening to you and also terrifying.

“Yes, Ale.”

Alexia smirks against your earlobe, her lips opening to suck down on the skin whilst her hand trailed up and down the bottom of your stomach.

“Such a good girl, so perfect, so well behaved.”

Alexia’s hand creeps down further, her lips tugging on your earlobe whilst she cups your mound, her ring and middle finger dipping between your folds for half a second to collect some of the wetness.

Alexia pulls it up to your face and after a particularly harsh nip to your ear that has your lips falling open, and Alexia’s fingers in your mouth.

Without any prompting, you suck your taste off of her, the salty and slightly sweet flavour welcome on your tongue.

“Suck.”

Alexia’s fingers are too big for your mouth, something you begin to realise as she slowly attempts to push her fingers in deeper.

By the time they’re at the back of your mouth you’re struggling to breathe, having to switch to your nasal passage to take in oxygen. By the time they’ve hit the back of your throat you are trying your hardest not to gag and to suck on them. Alexia’s lips are a distraction, her mouth has worked its way down from your earlobe and to the sensitive spot on your neck. Your moans are muffled by Alexia’s fingers, two thirds of her fingers as deep in your mouth as they can get.

It’s when your jaw relaxes for the two first knuckles that she decides it's the perfect time to force the final third in.

You gag almost immediately, your throat tightening and struggling to accommodate the extra length that your throat didn’t have the room for.

You tried to slacken your jaw, tried to relax your throat, it was obvious though that Alexia’s fingers were too long.

You are so desperate to please her, to prove that you are her good girl, that you will do anything that she wants or asks you to do, so you don’t end up with a fate similar to Ona’s, so even though you are gagging and struggling to breathe properly you push through, sucking on Alexia’s fingers just as she’d ordered.

Your own drool is dripping down your jaw, you’re certain of it, it’s something that you can’t afford to care or think about though, your focus is solely on Alexia’s fingers and mouth.

Just as you’ve begun to feel slightly lightheaded from the shallow bits of oxygen that you are managing to intake Alexia’s fingers are pulled from your mouth, and whilst you are occupied with gasping for air and Alexia’s fingers shoot right down to inbetween your legs.

Your body lurches at the sudden contact, hips chasing Alexia’s hand desperately.

Alexia allows the movement, her fingers trace the outside of your lips, never even coming close to touching you where you need her most.

“Look at Mapi, look at how desperate she is, using me for her own pleasure. All because of you bebita, all because of how worked up you got her earlier, she’s such a filthy whore for you, isn’t that right Maria?”

Mapi’s head rocks forward to look at you, a big smirk on her face, telling you that what Alexia is saying is true, that some part of whatever she’s experiencing is due to you.

“Are you going to make her come before you hand her off or are you going to make her wait.”

Mapi’s eyes stay locked to your own, even though it’s clear the question isn’t meant for you.

Alexia removes her mouth from your neck, just to stare at you in deliberation out of her peripherals.

“What do you think? Should we reward our good girl, or make her wait? You’d look so pretty coming all over my fingers bebita, but maybe I should make you wait for Lucia? Just so I can watch you get fucked out by her.”

You aren’t sure what you want, with Alexia putting both offers out on the table and making them both sound good, you’re too focused on Alexia’s hand dipping in and out of your pussy to truly comprehend what’s being said.

When Alexia’s fingertips finally make contact with your clit everything you’d begun to process is completely erased from your brain, every single one of your brain cells is completely captured by the sensation of Alexia’s slicked fingers finally touching you where you’ve been so desperately needing her.

“How does she feel bebita, she touching you where you need it?”

You nod your head at Mapi, more than happy to deal with a little bit of teasing if it means that you continue getting what you want.

When Alexia’s fingers migrate further down, her roughened palm moving down with her fingers to grind down against your clit as her fingers tease your hole you moan, louder than you think you ever have.

Alexia’s palm is wonderful, but her fingers slowly slipping into your hole, inch by inch similar to how they did your mouth, is indescribable.

You’re still tight and oversensitive from your previous orgasms, so every single move, every twitch of Alexia’s hand sends shocks through you.

Her pace is similar to the pace that Mapi has set on top of her, fast but thorough, Mapi’s hips gyrating against down against Alexia haphazardly, but with obvious amounts of detail, she’s searching for the friction against her clit, and she knows where she has to angle herself to find it.

Alexia pushes her palm down against your clit, forcing your legs as wide as she can from her spot beside you, her head cocked to the side so she has a good angle of both Mapi and you.

“Watch Oni bebita, that’ll be you soon enough, once she’s had the brat fucked out of her it’ll be your turn. That’s what happens to little sluts who think they know better, who think that they will get away with being disobedient. You’re a good girl though, and if you keep acting like one I’m sure Jenni and Lucia will be happy to reward you, in fact, if you keep being good for me I’m sure that we can sort out any kind of reward you’d like, how does that sound?”

Your eyes lift up to Ona, it’s a struggle to keep them open with Alexia’s constant pace in and out of you but for the sake of obeying Alexia, you do as she’s asked and watch Ona.

Jenni’s no longer balanced on top of her face, now she’s lying to the side of Ona, her hands pinching down on her nipples so hard that there are tears in Ona’s eyes over the torture she’s being subjected to.

Lucy and Caro are no longer pounding into Ona, instead they’ve both pulled out and Lucy’s strap has been thrown to the side, she’s currently being fucked by Caro, right in front of Ona’s eyes, just another form of teasing thrown her way you assume.

“Tell me what you want as a reward, bebita, anything you want you can have.”

It feels like Alexia is offering you the whole world, and yet you can’t even begin to formulate what it is that you want, because there are infinite possibilities and different scenarios that you want to try, but there is one thing that springs to the forefront of your mind, something that’s been buried deep in your mind ever since Keira’s lips had touched yours for the first time just a couple of hours ago.

“Wanna sit on Kei’s face.”

Alexia’s eyebrows raise in intrigue.

“Do you now? Well you prove to me that you can be good and I certainly think that can be arranged, now how about you focus a little bit harder on my fingers so I can focus a little bit more on Maria here, aprobado?”

You nod your head furiously, grinding your hips down onto Alexia’s fingers with motivation.

“No cumming without permission bebita, let me know when you’re close.”

You nod at Alexia, honestly too consumed with the feeling of Alexia’s finger tips repetitively hitting the walls of your insides. When she angles them just right, the pads of her two fingers brushing against your sweet spot, your spine shudders, all the wonderful sensations spreading out across your body.

Alexia’s fingers, whilst they may have struggled to fit in your mouth, they have absolutely zero problems fucking in and out of your pussy, your hole is practically sucking them in with every thrust, trying it’s very hardest to cling onto the feeling of Alexia.

With her palm pushing down against your clit, and your eyes on Keira, it doesn’t take you long to get close to the edge. Keira’s body is limp, her back pressed to Ingrid’s front whilst Ingrid fucks her brutally in reverse cowgirl.

When Keira screams, her own orgasm taking over, you are completely enthralled by the sight, everyone in the rooms seems to be. The noises leaving Keira’s mouth are so loud and so erotic, if you tried you could probably orgasm purely off of them.

Ingrid’s pace slows, but doesn’t come to a full stop, the Norwegian bouncing Keira up and down slowly, holding onto her hips and helping her to ride out her high.

Mapi apparently, isn’t far behind her, the Zaragozan’s moans suddenly becoming a lot quicker and louder, before you miss anything you pull your eyes from Keira, receiving immediate gratification in the form of Mapi, whose hips are stalled, her clit pressed down against Alexia’s as her body and coil in her stomach shatter.

It’s a rare moment where you see Alexia’s confident and composed facade fall. Alexia is beaming, pressing soft kisses to Mapi’s collar bone well before her orgasm hits, murmuring soft spanish words into her skin, very subtly thrusting her own hips up into Mapi, giving her a longer orgasm and something more to rut down against.

“Alexia-I’m close.”

With all the noises and people around you, it’s hard for you not to be on the edge. Alexia’s hand stops immediately, her palm lifting from your clit and fingers slowly withdrawing. It’s sad, being in a room full of people experiencing pleasure and having yours revoked, although you thank the lords that you aren’t Ona, that you aren’t being subjected to the pure pain and hell that she’s being put through.

You also suppose that if Ona wasn’t somewhat okay with it then it wouldn’t be happening, and if she was truly in pain she would safe word. That thought only seems to make you more aroused, the realisation that Ona, to some extent, is getting off on what she’s experiencing.

“Such a good job, bebita, letting me know when you're close. Once Keira has come down I’m sure she’ll have no problems fulfilling that little reward of yours.”

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lol i’m not one to normally leave things at a cliff hanger buttttttt yk gotta keep yall coming back somehow lol xoxo

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[batlleonafc]

🐆y👑

#ona batlle #alexis putellas #futfem

[russos-one]

Cute

#russos thoughts #alexis putellas #olga rios

[thesoccerfan]

#soccer #nike #nike soccer #nike phantom #phantom #soccer cleats #alexis putellas #fc barcelona #fc barcelona femeni

[hoe4sports]

Alexia Putellas | The receipt

A/N: I’m discovering a new found obsession with Alexia so I’m gonna write a set of imagines with her too. Always read the first two imagines of each girl to understand the context of their relation.

Triggers: nothing, google translate Spanish.

I was casually placing up the newest curtains that we got in this morning. It felt so peaceful to work in an interior design store. I got to spend time walking around touching soft materials, looking at new bedsheet covers and blankets. I got to talk to so many new people within one day. It was the perfect job for me. It was Monday morning, and the awaited new items were coming in a bit late. I was struggling with the big boxes being everywhere in the litte shop, but I loved seeing what things were in trend and what had just arrived. A hand tapped by shoulder leaving me terrified as I was busy daydreaming about what my future appartment was gonna look like. I turned around and it was the sweetest old man. “Good morning, is there anything I could do to assist you today?” I said as I smiled while climbing down from the little latter I was using to hang the curtains.

“Good morning Miss, actually yes, my wife is celebrating her 90th birthday this week and I want to get her something special.” The old man replied as he smiled. I nodded and looked around me. “Is there anything you had in mind or do you want some help?” I said as I smiled knowing what I wanted to recommend to him. “I could really use some help, she has so many things!” He exclaimed as he zipped his jacket down. The store was always very hot, so I definitely understood him. “I have the perfect idea! What about a robe? We have multiple kinds. We have thicker materials, silk, cotton or even have linen.” I said as I walked towards the bathroom department of the store where we had the robes. I pulled out the rack of robes and showed him the colors. “Wow” he said as he touched them. “She likes pink and she is a cold person” he said as he furrowed his brows into a thinking position. “Perhaps this pink one that double layered, then” I said as I pulled it out of the rack. “That will do!” He said as he smiled widely clearly satisfied with himself. “Does she like good smells, soaps, towels?” I asked as the man nodded rapidly. “I suggest this pink soap bottle with a rosy smell, this complementing room spray and this matching towel” I said as I put them together to portray what they would look like. The old man nodded as he smiled widely. “Ring me up Miss!” he insisted as we made our way to the desk. I rang him up, he paid and I wrapped the gift in a cute giftbox adding a variety of ribbons and a tag. I did my very best to make the gift look special and the older man was visibly pleased. “Here, for your wife sir!” I said as I handed him the beautifully wrapped box. The man thanked me multiple times and told me how he was always happy to shop with us because of our very thoughtful customer service. I thanked him and waved him goodbye as he walked out.

This was the part of my job that I loved. I loved seeing customers get just what they want and be pleased to find something they have looked for. I walked over to the pile of boxes and pulled out some candle holders in crystal. They were something that every rich hausfrau would need. I kept unpacking the latest news and got to the bedding section. There were tons of new styles coming in synch with the season changing from winter to spring. I grabbed the higher latter from the back and climbed up to place the bedding. The bedding was heavy and I was juggling them back and forth between places to find the perfect spot for the new arrival.

“Hola, Do you work here yes?” A voice said behind me as it tapped my hip. I turned around and there was a woman standing next to the latter looking up at me. She was quite attractive, and I was slightly embarrassed by the fact that my ass was in the same height of as head since I was up on the latter. I jumped down, and smiled. “Good morning mrs, is there anything I can do to help you this morning?” I said as a put down the items I had tried to place. Her friend came around the ilse and she had a look on her face. “Si bonita, yo necesito una..” she was stopped by a smack in the back of her head. “Tonto! Tienes que hablar Inglés!” the other woman exclaimed. “Dios mío! Cállate por favor!” the attractive woman said back. I smiled knowing that I could speak perfectly Spanish as you step father was Spanish. He had been brought into my life as a toddler and he insisted in spaking Spanish with me claiming that it would help my learning abilities. “Sorry, yes, I need some cloth for the bed.” She said in a clearly Spanish accent. I giggled “Sheets? You need sheets?” I said as she blushed.

“Dios mío! Estupido de mierda. Nos estás avergonzando a los dos delante de la cura.” the woman said as she shook her head. I giggled again as I started walking. “Follow me please”. We came to the baskets with sheets and I looked at the pair. The blonde woman was still red and the brown haired woman looked like she was gonna piss herself laughing. “Cotton or satin, what do you prefer?” I asked as I touched the sheets in front of us. The blonde woman’s eyes widened. I smiled and explained.

“Cotton is cheaper. It stretches but I also gets wrinkly. Satin is more expensive, more silky but it dosent pill and it dosent wrinkle. Both have the fitted sheet look.” I said as a reached out for one of each for her to touch. She touched the sheets and looked confused. “What is your preference?” She asked. “Oh, I use the satin ones! They feeling cooling and they are way more durable than the cotton ones.” I said as she nodded. “I’ll take the satin then” she said as she winked. Did she just flirt with me? I shook the thought of quickly. “Now, what color do you prefer? We have navy, black, grey, white and cream” I said as I pointed to the different types. “Dios mio! Realmente necesito encontrar una novia.” the brunette said as she playfully slapped her toned bicep.

“The navy and black sheets dosent work well with blonde hair or fur. The white or cream sheets dosent work if you have a partner with black hair or pet fur.” I said as I smiled while I silently hoped that there was no partner. “I’ll go with crème then, no partner.” she said as she smiled shyly and looked at my blonde hair. I was doing everything I could to not blush.

I beeped the sheet and looked at her. “It’s 49 punds. Are you a member?” I asked as was focusing on the screen in front of me. She shook her head. “Do you wanna be a member? I would just need your phone number.” I said as I smiled hoping I could sign her up as a member because it would mean that I got extra bonuses. “Si, dale tu numero!” the brunette whispered and nudged her. “Yes, [phone], you can write my name as Alexia Putellas.” she said and I obliged. “Quieres una bolsa para ello o lo tomas como estás?” I smirked as the blonde blushed and the brunette bend down hysterically laughing. “Ella puede entender español, mierda estúpida” she wheezed out. “I’ll take a bag.” The blonde muttered while looking down at the bank terminal. She paid for it and I handed her the sheet in a bag with the recite. “Thank you, and goodbye!” I said as the pair started walking out. I got back into working on bedding placement when a hand tapped my knee. Jesus I thought to myself, not one moment to finish the wall. “Good morning, how ca-“ I stopped as I saw the blonde woman again handing me a reciet. “You dropped it.” She said as she disappeared out of the store. I opened the receipt to see who had lost it so we could keep it if they came back. The recite had pen marks on it and when I looked closer it was a message.

“If you ever want coffee, [phone].

-Alexia “

#woso imagine #alexia putellas #Alexis putellas imagine

[chrlvctius]

England did in fact not win tonight :( congrats on spain thoo!! I'm still so proud of my lionesses and england!!:(( I know how hard they worked just to get to the finals and I've never been this proud all my life. They mean so much to me and i appreciate all their effort 🙌🏻 i believe they will win the next one (2027) in hoping leah , Viv and the others would be there by that time!! Watching tonight's game was nerve wrecking and heartbreaking for us all but after all, I'm really just so proud of england for making it this far and for making it to the finals. They may have not won the world cup but they made history by making it to the finals for the first time ever !! I love youu, my lionessesss :((( 💗💗

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[palaugranetes]

All the hugs 🥹🥹🥰🥰

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[prettyforwoso]

Pretend I'm Not Here

Alexia Putellas x Reader Smut

Warnings/ Summary: Soft needy smut, dom!alexia, sub!reader, Oral, r receiving

A/n: thank you for all the requests, working through, requests still very much open, tell me what you want :)

The house was clean, dishes were done, candles are lit, and best of all, Alexia’s head was laying on your chest, head turned watching the movie that played on the tv across the room. Alexia’s week had been long, as has yours, you have both been running around town, you with work and meetings, Alexia with games and extended trainings. When a day off for you both finally came, you took advantage of every second. You clung to one and other for all hours of the day, Alexia somehow always finding ways to wrap her arms around your waist, even when out on a walk.

As the evening settled itself over the city, you and your love wrapped arms and retreated for the couch, where you now lay, holding onto the comfort that had been craved for what felt like a lifetime.

Your fingertips had found themselves tracing patterns on her upper back as she fell in and out of sleep, rhythmed by your heavy breathing which she lay her head against.

Alexia had been needing you for days, her obsession with your body just making it worse for herself. She watched the way you would walk around the house, the way your hips and thighs would sway from side to side with each step you took. She watched the way you got out the shower each night, in just your towel and wet hair, before cuddling up next to her in bed, too exhausted for anything more than kisses. Now, she finally had you under her, she found her hands roaming, desperate to catch you hitching your breath from her touch.

It wasn’t the type of night where Alexia would have you ass in the air screaming from pleasure, pushing your limits far behold what was necessary. She wasn’t in the mood to make you beg or manhandle your legs to expose the intimate parts of you, the parts that only she was aloud to touch. All she needed in this moment was to pleasure you, to have you all to herself, in the sweet, soft comfort of your living room.

Alexis's roaming was getting more intense, finding your clothed tit in her hand, biting down on her lip as she ran her fingers along your soft nipple. Grasping for more, she pinched your hardening bub between her middle and index finger, pulling it while continuing the soft movements of twisting it. She is rewarded with an unsuspecting soft moan from you. You look away from the movie, looking down at your girlfriends joyed expression, she smiles in the direction of your fingers through her bitten bottom lip.

“Alexia baby, are you watching the movie?” you ask, knowing for a fact she was not.

“yeah” she doesn’t look away from your still clothed nipple, baring a quick response. She frees your bud from her fingers and trails them down your waist, softly fidgeting with the drawstring of your shorts.

“Baby what are you doing?” You question with a smile.

She hums in response, lifting her body off yours and settling between your now more open legs.

“Can I take them off darling? Just for a little while” She shyly asks, referring to your shorts. She doesn’t await a response, gently untying them.

“Yeah, of course” you respond, lifting your hips for her to gently slide them down your legs. You feel your thighs attempt to connect with each other, desperate from friction, but Alexia's strong hips hold them at a comfortable open.

“Watch the movie darling, I wouldn’t want you to miss it” Alexia says, her eyes directed at your dripping heat.

Usually, Alexia demands your eyes on hers when giving you any kind of pleasure, however, you knew this was a different type of scene.

You turn your head back towards the tv as Alexis lays herself down on the end of the couch, head now between your thick legs, beginning her lips movements on the inside of your thighs, that she much adored. Alexia has expressed to you before how much she loved having her head there, safe in that special spot, surrounded by the body of her pretty girl.

Alexia's tongue begins to move along the folds of your cunt, reminding herself of your sweet taste and smell. You let out a soft moan as your hand finds itself in her hair, you turn your head towards her. Your eyes move to greet yours.

“Eyes on the screen darling, pretend I’m not even here” she says softly, clearly wanting to just simply enjoy your sweetness.

The vibration of her words begin the heavy spiral in your stomach. Her light moaning against you didn’t defuse the feeling. She wraps her arms under your thighs and ass and pulls you closer.

A smile creeps onto your face as you keep your eyes on the film, feeling Alexia's needy mouth desperately venture in and out of your hole. She doesn’t slow down on your sensitive heat, licking clean all the buildup of wetness from the week. Your legs start to shake as she talks against you.

“So perfect for me, my perfect pretty girl” she says, her thick Spanish ascent seeping its way into her words.

“I’m cumming baby” your quietly breath out as you feel your hips arch, begging for all Alexia's skilled tongue could give.

“Mhm” you feel her smile develop against you. “all over my face baby”

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[br7ght]

In the cards (part 2) jenni hermoso x alexis putellas x lucy bronze x ona batlle x reader

Race Against the Body Clock

summary: part 2 of the orgy fic, enjoy lovelies

warnings: orgasm race, fingering, oral sex, praise, fight for dominance

pairings: jenni hermoso x alexia putellas x lucy bronze x ona batlle x reader

co-author: @occasionallyaurora

part 1

part 3 will be up tomorrow <3

The room stood calm, for the moment being, air still thick with sexual tension. You sat in desperation between Alexia’s legs, head resting on her chest as she stroked her fingers through the lengths of your hair. Your body facing away from the other three, not taking to the group environment as much as Ona was. The freckled brunette was still lying against the coffee table, dress hitched up to her waist, and arousal dripping down between her legs.

Lucy reaches for the deck of cards, it’s now her turn. She smirks at Ona as her hand purposefully grazes past her body to reach them. The woman’s eyes gleamed at the words she held in front of her, sending a devilish look towards Alexia. Lucy knew that this was a card of the blonde’s own creation.

“Race against the body’s clock,” Lucy’s smirk grows. “First to make their girlfriend orgasm wins.”

The words barely process in your brain. You look at the competitiveness surging through the two dark haired women, now glaring at the other like they’re lifelong enemies. Alexia leans back, already enjoying the competition before her. She’s looking rather pleased with herself, the card had worked and she was about to see it take place in front of her.

“Well, what does the winner get?” Jenni asks curiously, her line of vision flicking between you, Alexia, and Lucy. Jenni’s eyes are dark, brimming with confidence, knowing that she could easily win this competition; especially if you had just been edged. She knew your body too well. If there was enough motivation, Jenni could make you cum in under a minute.

“I don’t think you will need to worry about that.” Lucy’s eyes narrow at Jenni, before her eyes find Ona’s. She’s now sat up, gazing longingly at her girlfriend as a result of the previously spoken words.

“Why don’t you both get on with the challenge and I’ll figure out the prize for our lucky winner,” Alexia teases, wanting nothing more than for Jenni and Lucy to get on with it so she can watch it all play out. The blonde watches as Lucy peeks in several of the coffee table drawers, eventually circling back to the center one and plucking a small bullet vibrator that had caught her eye. She hands the toy to Alexia with a wink.

“Let’s make the view a bit more interesting for you too.” Jenni seethed as Lucy spoke, cocking her head to the side before shaking in disbelief. She wanted to have the control, but Lucy fucking Bronze was not going to fall easily into the little box. Alexia’s cheeks flushed pink as she grabbed the vibrator and slides it in place below the waistband of her underwear in preparation.

“Did you enjoy having Lucy’s hands on you?” Jenni’s now focuses her attention on you, and your head immediately turns to face her. She’s raised herself from the armchair and walked towards you. A hungry expression filling her face as she licks her lips. Jenni tilts your head up using two fingers under your chin, but your breath hitches as the hand slides down to your throat, eventually settling. Her fingers squeeze gently causing you to whimper. “Answer me.” The grip tightens ever so slightly.

“Yes,” you answer honestly. Your brain didn’t quite process the question while you were more focused on Jenni’s hand around your throat. The hand tightened even more at your answer, but you knew she was only doing this to make Lucy know that she didn’t have you like Jenni did.

“Is it better than mine?” Jenni’s long fingers were splayed against your neck, her fingertips now pressing to give you a heavy rush to your head. Your whimpers are getting harsher now. “Choose your answer carefully,” Jenni warns you.

“No.” The response short and sweet. Jenni’s grip loosening allowing you to now see how she was looking at you. She was basically drooling over you and your mauve lingerie. The hand that was around your neck slipping lower now, groping each covered breast. You whimper yet again when she leans in closer and nips gently at your neck.

“Whose good girl are you?” Jenni whispers in your ear. The question alone incited a sweet, but quiet, moan in the back of your throat.

“Yours, Jenni.” The words couldn’t flow easier from your lips. You knew the right answers; the answers that would make sure your orgasm wouldn’t be delayed in any way. Jenni smiles and you could feel it against your lips. Your silent pleads for your lips to meet together going ignored. She teases you by just grazing them against yours.

“That’s right princesa. You’re my good girl, not Lucy’s; and now you’re going to prove it.” Jenni finally gives in, her hand reaching around the back of your neck and pulls you the inches closer that were needed for your lips to collide. As much as the kiss with Lucy had doubled your arousal, almost nothing comes close to the way that Jenni kissed you with such lust, desire, and passion. The way she made you melt into her as her tongue swiped against your lower lip, pleading for entrance.

After she pulls away, Jenni slowly drops to her knees before you. This unintentionally gives you a view of Lucy and Ona. Lucy was kissing down the length of her girlfriend’s body… her naked body, a change you clearly hadn’t noticed while Jenni was speaking to you. Ona was a sight that could make anyone desperate to have her, chest rising and falling, and back ever so slightly arched as you watched Lucy take a hardened nipple between her lips. The small moan that fell from her mouth made you quietly gasp.

The other pair watched Jenni as she stripped your skirt the rest of the way down your legs, completely revealing the full set of mauve lingerie, in all its glory. Jenni pushes your thighs open, her hand quickly, but softly pressing against your centre, and feeling the wetness of your underwear against her palm.

“Absolutely soaking for me baby. I haven’t even touched you yet.” Jenni smirks as you whine in response, pushing your hips up towards her face, but receiving nothing in return.

“I thought this was a race,” you now smirk, reminding her. That was until you heard the silence… well, not complete silence, Ona’s whiny gasps still echoing around the room. Jenni was quick to remove your underwear, almost ripping them. They land at the other end of the couch along with your top. Jenni grips your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the cushion and towards her mouth. The feeling of her flattened tongue lying against your cunt made you moan deeply, louder than anyone in the room. Your thighs were thrown over Jenni’s shoulders, but the way you were laying back against the couch was slightly uncomfortable. It didn’t matter though, all you could feel was the length of Jenni’s tongue lapping at your folds, tasting your dripping arousal with such urgency.

Alexia hadn’t made a sound this entire time, until Jenni noticed and reached up her dress finding the button on the vibrator and clicking it on. You crooked your head to look up at your other girlfriend, gazing longingly at her as she gasps and writhes against the small toy.

Your awe-filled stare at Alexia was quickly snapped as Jenni found your clit with her tongue and began drawing quick precise circles around the bud. All Jenni wanted to do was prove a point, your moans that filled the room, overtaking Ona’s, did just that.

Lucy and Ona were in their own bubble of pleasure when you peeked at them again. The dark-haired woman had her head buried between Ona’s thighs. She was struggling against the pressure of Lucy’s hands trying desperately to keep them open.

“Stop watching them. Focus on Jenni's tongue, cariño,” Alexia gently snaps, her hand finding its way into your hair. It’s the only place she’ll touch you, not wanting to have too much input on the inevitable orgasm. Nonetheless you groan feelling her nails on your scalp. Jenni’s touch is getting quicker against your clit, her fingers edging closer towards your entrance.”

“Please, Jen, please,” you beg at her teasing when her hand stops for a brief moment. All you needed was her fingers to be pushed over the edge as your orgasm was quickly building again just off the movement of her tongue. She responds quickly, thrusting one finger into. You moan louder in response. “More, please, Jen. I’m so close, fuck.”

As soon as her second finger stretched into you the pressure of your orgasm brimmed in your stomach. Her tongue had found the perfect rhythm against your swollen clit. Your hands threaded through Jenni’s hair now, attempting to get her as close to you as possible. She wouldn’t have been able to pull away even if she had wanted to with how tightly you were holding on.

“Luce, I’m cumming. Please don’t stop,” Ona gasped out. At that Jenni’s tongue circled with a harder pressure than before. The thrust of her fingers perfectly curls and brushes your sensitive spot each time.

“Fuck, Jen. I’m cumming too,” you whine through laboured breaths and high-pitched moans. The orgasm washed over you with such intensity that you felt your body esplode against Jenni’s mouth. You let go with one long pornographic moan; your thighs dripping with your arousal, way more than usual. As you opened your eyes, you saw that Jenni’s face was also soaked.

“Holy fuck, baby. You’ve squirted everywhere,” Alexia gasps as her hips still gently rock against the vibrator. It was just enough for her to gain a little pleasure from the scene that had just played out right in front of her.

“That’s a shame it wasn’t quick enough.” Lucy smirks, wiping her own mouth as she too gazed at you. “You always were a squirter.” Your cheeks flush a bright red at her words, mouth hung ajar from the aftershocks of your orgasm and the eye contact that Lucy had yet to break.

Jenni ignored the comments, instead kissing up your thighs and tasting the sweetness that had coated your legs, not seeming to get enough of it. Alexia shuts off the toy, leaning over you and placing a kiss first on your forehead, then your lips, a consolidation prize for knowing that Lucy and Ona had won the little competition between the four of you.

“You look pretty when you do that.” A quiet voice, one that had barely spoken, hits your ears and you sit up fully as Jenni removes her head from between your thighs. It may have been the tamest comment you had received all evening, but it was the one that made your cheeks the deepest red colour. Ona was staring directly into your eyes, while you struggled to keep the same level of contact.

“Well, why don’t you go and show her how pretty you think she is,” Lucy urges her girlfriend, licking her lips in anticipation. The younger woman nods as Lucy rubs her back in encouragement. You were frozen still. Ona was the only one in the room that you hadn’t slept with, let alone kissed. Though you had always been curious, especially when you considered how close the two of you were when you had played for United several years ago.

Ona nervously approached you, looking down at your lap and you gesture for her to straddle over your thighs. You wanted desperately for her lips to be on your skin. She did as you wished, you stroked the backs of her thighs as she sat down over you, her hands tucking small pieces of hair behind your ears before she finally leans in for a gentle kiss. One that sent shockwaves coursing through your body.

You grip onto Ona, pulling her closer. The kiss was so gentle that each subsequent touch made the both of you melt into each other. Ona pulls back slightly, your eyes meeting before you giggle into another kiss. This time you decided to take a little of the control, being the first to explore her mouth with her tongue. You pull her hair to gain better access between her lips. Both of you whimpering and whining against each other. Especially, when Ona readjusts herself, straddling just one of your thighs now, her hips subtly grinding against the heat of your bare thigh.

“She likes it when you pull her hair,” Jenni offers in a whisper. She roughly bites against the lobe of Ona’s ear as she pulls away. Naturally, Ona follows the direction and grabs a fistful of your hair in a movement that was significantly less gentle than she had previously been. She tugs your head backwards causing a moan to fall from your lips into her mouth. “See.” Jenni smiles proudly at the freckled woman.

Everyone was watching you; you could feel their eyes burning into your skin and you finally understood the desire to be the centre of attention.

“Do you want to know what your prize is now Lucia?” Alexia asks out of the blue. You and Ona both still as you wait to hear the answer. The blonde captain was grinning directly at you both when you catch Alexia’s eye. “I think these two might need some direction, don’t you?”

“Now that’s a prize that’s worth winning.” Lucy's face fills with an evil grin, her bottom lip finding its way between her teeth as she gazes down at the both of you. Ona is squirming against your thigh, the pair of you too chicken to make that next move with one another.

“Come on now. I mean I did make her squirt. I think I should at least get a little bit of input here,” Jenni instantly argues. Her facial expression eerily matches Lucy’s. They both wanted nothing more than to have complete control over how you touched one another; both of you would listen intensely wanting to please them and give them a show they so desperately wanted to watch.

“I’m sure we can form some kind of arrangement, but let’s focus on them for now.” Alexia, ever the moderator, has the final say coming to perch herself between the two women. One of each of Jenni and Lucy’s hands fall to her thighs, her head falling against Jenni’s shoulder as she too was desperate for some contact while they watched everything play out once more.

“Go on love,” Lucy gives the first direction. “Mark Ona up nicely for me,” she demands. You obey immediately, your lips connecting with her neck drawing sweet gasps from the younger woman as you nipped softly at her skin. “You can do better. She likes it rougher than that.”

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[awfcspencer]

Cravings || alexia putellas x reader

alexia putellas x pregnant!reader

prompt: Late night pregnancy cravings turns into a very needed conversation

warnings: mentions of throwing up, pregnancy hormones, a bit of angst

A flurry of small, slightly painful, kicks abruptly woke you up. You glanced over at the small alarm clock on your nightstand that read 1:37 in red numbers, letting out a small sigh. You try to ignore the sudden increase cravings you are starting to have, becoming more intense by the minute. Reaching down to your growing baby, you gently rub small circles trying to soothe your suddenly awake little boy.

Alexia is snuggled into your body the best she can, your round belly has made it difficult for Alexia to give you a proper cuddle.

The last thing you want to do is wake Alexia. Recently she has been fulfilling your every need, helping you tie your shoes when your large belly overtook your line of sight down to your feet, massaging your aching muscles when you have particularly sore days, and constantly reassuring you that you are beautiful.

Growing a baby is anything but easy, your body was changing, rapidly. New stretch marks started to lightly appear on your stomach and your chest becoming 2 sizes bigger, not much for Alexia to complain about though. But Alexia was always there to catch your growing insecurities. Always reminding you that you were carrying a baby, your guys baby. A baby you had been trying for for months. A miracle baby.

Alexia is a light sleeper, even more so now that you were pregnant. Waking up in the middle of the night the first few months when you were struck with morning sickness. Immediately coming to your aid to pull your hair back and rub soft circles into your back, whispering encouraging words into your ear. So when Alexia heard you tossing and turning in bed, she was bound to wake up.

“Is baby boy keeping you up love?” she asked as she moves to wrap her large arms around your body.

“He is apparently very active tonight, a future striker in here with all this kicking” you reply to her, turning on your side carefully towards her.

“Just like his mama” she whispers, placing a warm kiss on your belly, and then a kiss on your temple. Pulling the comforter back up for you both, she closes her tired eyes as you do the same.

You try to ignore the cravings, hoping cuddling back up against Alexia will force yourself into a deep sleep, sleep you have been deprived of. But unfortunately for you, sleep was no longer a possibility, needing to fill the sudden desire.

Alexis was back out like a light, balancing both a professional footballer career and a pregnant wife. You try to carefully get out of her arms, trying to exit the bed without waking her up, but you fail, terribly.

“Baby, where are you going? Are you going to be sick?” Alexia asks as she is now completely awake, ready to tend to your any need, pushing herself up onto her elbows and she looks at you.

“Little man is making me crave both ice cream and pickles, honestly probably together.” a soft chuckle leaves your mouth, “I am going to run downstairs and grab a bite to eat and then I will come back. Please don’t get up, you have been running yourself dry baby, tending to me so well.” you try to convince her as you place a warm kiss on her lips.

Convincing her was out the window as Alexia immediately got up to go to the directly to the kitchen without saying a single word. You follow behind her quick steps, making you way down the stairs carefully. Alexia looks back as you take each step, holding her hand out to assist you down.

“Love you didn’t have to get up. I could have gotten it myself.” feeling bad she was awake knowing she had to be up for training in roughly six hours. You feel like Alexia has been doing everything, even making time to do all housework when your feet swell and little man makes you so incredibly tired. You felt useless, unable to help Alexia with much of anything as your due date was nearing.

“I will always be here to tend to your every need, especially when our baby boy arrives.” Alexia says to you as she grabbing both the ice cream and the pickles to fill your odd craving.

“I just feel bad, i’ve been doing nothing and you have been doing everything.” you try to explain to her as you sit down on a barstool at the kitchen island.

Handing you a bowl of mint ice cream with several spear pickles on a plate, Alexia is immediately concerned, “Amor you are growing a baby, our baby, a beautiful baby boy who will grace us with his presence very soon. You are doing everything you need to be doing, taking care of yourself for him. I don’t mind, seriously love.” she tries to convince you.

“And besides, it’s not like I could carry him.” Alexia mumbles out. And that is when it clicked. Alexia was overcompensating to your needs because she feels as if she isn’t doing enough. When you and Alexia had initially decided to expand your little family, you knew that you would be carrying. Alexia was a professional footballer, football was her passion, having her step off the pitch was simply just not an option. You knew this and you were perfectly fine with carrying, desperately wanting to have children with Alexia.

“Baby please tell me you don’t feel as if just because you aren’t carrying baby boy that it means you aren’t doing enough for our future family.” you say as tears begin to brim in your eyes, the idea that this was affecting Alexia worried you, mixing with pregnancy hormones, very quickly you were in full tears.

“Love please don’t cry.” Alexia spills out, moving from her kitchen barstool to stand behind you, trying to soothe you, rubbing her fingernails along your back. “I can’t deny that the thought hasn’t crossed my mind. I just needed to make sure your and little man’s needs were taken care of.” she explains softly to not make you sob anymore than you already were.

You had started to collect yourself, the tears had stopped but your cheeks were still stained red. The thought behind Alexia’s actions did warm your heart, but was in reverse, making you feel useless. “Alexia, I had been feeling useless because I haven’t been doing anything.” you tell her.

“Oh love” is what Alexia says first, understanding now what her overcompensation meant for you. “Baby you are carrying a baby. I am here to help you. My own personal internal anxieties caused me to feel useless so I thought it would make myself feel better by over-tending to you and baby boy.” she tried to empathize. “I didn’t even think about how that would affect you, I am sorry for making you feel that way love.” she sympathized.

Turning around to face Alexia, Alexia had also red rimmed eyes, staring at the floor, feeling both ashamed and saddened. “Thank you for telling me baby, but please, when you feel this way, I need you to explain it to me. I need you to communicate to me baby.” you tell her as you reach your hand out to pull up her chin to look directly into her eyes. “You are the most amazing wife and you will be the most amazing mother Alexia.” you reassured her. Standing up to give her a proper hug but your belly getting in the way forcing both of you to fall into small laughter.

“Let’s get back in bed baby.” you tell her.

Looking down at your untouched ice cream and pickles, Alexia asks, “Are you sure? You didn’t even touch your weird food combination” she giggled out.

“Suddenly my craving is gone and honestly if I look back at the combo, I might be sick.” you chuckle out.

“Okay, let’s get you and little man back in bed” she instructed out, grabbing your hand and leading you towards your shared bedroom. Once back in bed and you had fallen asleep, Alexia whispers down to your belly, “I am so excited for your arrival baby boy, your mama is a champ, but maybe save the kicking for when you have a footballer at you feet.” she commented as she places a kiss on your belly and then to your cheek as she turns to have you as close to her as possible, your back to her front.

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[samkerrworshipper]

Heyy, would you be able to do a quick Alexia Putellas and Lia Wälti where Alexia comforts her after the match (maybe with smut or something cute and wholesome)? The match yesterday and X has convinced me that they’d make such a good looking couple oof 😅 thanks!

captains connection

lia wälti x alexia putellas

let’s pretend that the game happened in spain and lia got injured because i needed some pain and injury contenttttt

warnings: smut at the end, pain, injury

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Lia was walking down the tunnel. Never in her life had she felt so fucking affected by a reporter, but today it had just been too much. Sure, she knew that her team stood no chance against the Spaniards, but there was a chunk of hope, a slither of faith in her team that maybe they would come close, give them a run for their money. A 1-7 loss was hardly anything to call giving Spain a run for their money. They were just too good, too quick, too fast, too good for Lia to even contend against. It drilled a hole in her heart that she didn’t know existed. Lia was used to losing, but this one hurt so much harder for her and she couldn’t even comprehend why.

“Lia! Walti, wait up a sec.”

Lia pivoted directly on her bare heel, she was tired and sore and wanted nothing more than to take a quick shower and go back to her hotel, finding safety in the unfaimiliar blankets and sheets of the uncomfortable bed. She was pissed off, and definitely not in the headspace to be talking with anybody, especially another reporter or journalist, her tolerance was completely non existent.

So when she was met with Alexia Putellas running after her, there was nothing she wanted to do more than turn around and waltz as far away as she could get. Who was she to run away from Alexia Putellas? Nobody would do that if they were right in the head. Lia paused from her spot in the tunnel, stopping so Alexia had the opportunity to catch up to her. Lia leant herself against the wall, her body was beginning to catch up with her and the 90 minutes of play were starting to set in.

“What do you need Putellas?”

Lia’s words held more malice than she hoped they would, but she couldn’t refrain, she was too tired and sore to try and entertain a friendly captains chat. Alexia deepened her frown towards Lia, the sparkly glint that had occupied the midfielders eyes fading quickly.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay, that tussle you had with Salma was pretty rough.”

Lia frowned, she’d never had to experience this kind of encounter after a game, normally captains stuck to their own sides, especially after a thrashing like Lia had just enjured.

“I’m fine.”

When Lia thought about it, she really wasn’t fine, she was fairly certain the 19 year old had managed to crack a rib or two, the purple bruises up and down her torso evidence of just how hard she’d run into her in a fight for the ball. Salma had come out victorious, leaving Lia in her dust, rolling around on the pitch in pure agony. She refused to be taken off by the medical staff though, she wasn’t going to let her girls lose so drastically without her there to pick up the pieces.

“Are you sure, because Salma seemed pretty worried, said that she’d heard a crack.”

Lia hated this, hated the faux sympathy that was falling so easily from Alexia’s lips.

“I’m fine, what are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”

Alexia’s frowned deepened at the clear anger that was behind alias words, sure, her and the Swedish captain had hardly ever interacted, but she still felt obligated to be friendly, Lia did not share this courtesy with her.

“No, I think most of the girls are just heading back to the hotel for an early night, I wanted to make sure you were doing alright though, you seemed like you were having a rough time on the pitch.”

Alexia wasn’t exactly wrong, after the collision Lia had been in a lot of pain, it was harder to breathe, harder to do everything. It still hurt to hear the words leave Alexia’s mouth though, Lia just hadn’t been good enough.

“I guess when you win so much there’s no need to celebrate.”

Lia’s words came out as a murmur, a quiet breath that Alexia only just managed to pick up on.

“Nobody wants to celebrate a 7-1 win.”

There it was, the reminder of just how much Lia had managed to fail in one night, 7 times, 7 crucial times.

“Yes well it must be real hard being the best in the world.”

Alexia took a deep breath out, it was clear the Swiss was angry, she couldn’t really blame her, Alexia remembered the time before Spain was at the top, when they too were the little fish and it had sucked, it was never fun being the underdog.

“You’re only as good as your last game.”

Lia was getting sick of this, sick of the bull shit that was interacting with the Spanish captain.

“Alexia, what do you need, you clearly came here for something and as much as I love a social session, I’m not really in the mood.”

Everything about the dynamic was messing with Lia, why was the Catalan here, in front of her, instead of celebrating with her team.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Lia plastered a sardonic smile to her face, it was so fake it almost made her feel sick.

“Well I’m alive, so feel free to leave.”

Lia’s hand came up to point towards the other end of the tunnel, the end where she could hear music gently thudding against the concrete floor.

“Is it a Swiss thing to be so dismissive?”

Alexia’s tone was curious, she was trying her very hardest to decipher the swiss woman, but it was proving to be harder than she thought.

“It’s a loser thing to not really want to interact with your opponent that just thrashed you.”

Alexis snickered a little bit at your attempt at sarcasm, it was sadder than anything.

“Fair enough.”

Instead of walking away, like Lia expected her too, Alexia stayed in front of her, her eyes roaming across Lia’s body which was still leant against the wall, her only support to stop her from toppling over.

“Alexia, what are you doing here?”

Lia’s voice was more vulnerable then it had been all day, the exhaustion finally overtaking the defensive barriers she’d had up, breaking them right down.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay, to look after you if you weren’t, because I figured that you’d be too busy helping the other girls to even give a moment to think about yourself.”

Lia’s breath caught in her throat for a second, because realistically what was she supposed to say to that?

“I’m fine, my girls are fine, it’s my job to look after them, that’s what we sign up for, isn’t it?”

Lia figured that Alexia probably hadn’t had to pick up the pieces for a little while, she played for Spain and Barcelona, the two best teams in the world currently, there was no losing for them, no hard games, no suffering.

“It’s also your job to look after the whole team, including yourself, the girls will be fine, they’ll survive without you, what matters is that you are okay, mentally and physically.”

Alexia have Lia a small smile, a little quirk of her lips that made Lia feel like she was under a microscope.

“I’m fine Alexia.”

Lia didn’t even really convince herself, her breaths were becoming more laboured by the minute and she felt like shit.

“It would be okay if you weren’t.”

The next thing Lia knew, Alexia was cocking her head, and for some reason nothing was making sense anymore. Alexia’s face, her lips, her arms seemed so perfect, so inviting, everything that Lia craved. Lia wasn’t thinking straight, if the thoughts about it, she was thinking gay, very fuck gay. That was the joke that played in her head as she leant in shamelessly, her arms wrapping their way around Alexia’a shoulders as she moved her lean onto her body from the wall. Alexia’s lips were as soft as they looked, like pillows below Lia’s. It took Lia a total of three seconds before her brain kicked in, and she was pushing herself out of Alexia’s arms, the shame and shock setting in from what she’d just done.

Alexis just stood in front of her, smirking a little bit to herself as the Swiss captain’s face drained in embarrassment from her impulse.

“Fuck, I am so sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I’m going to head back to the change rooms now, the bus will be leaving soon, I’m so sorry.”

Lia’s voice was so terrified, terrified of the lack of self control she had. She just couldn’t contain herself, not when Alexia looked so fucking hot, with her very faint pink hair dye and with her Jersey and rustled up from the tough game. She was irresistible, insatiable, everything thing Lia was so deprived of right now.

Alexia’s hand around Lias wrist stopped her from scurrying away.

“I said I would look after you, if that’s what you need then my arms are open.”

Lia’s heart dropped, her feet forcing her to twist around to look at the Spaniard. Lias eyes searched Alexia’s face, looking for any signs that she was joking, that she was fucking around with Lia. When Lia found none her gut dropped to her ankle. It almost would have been better if Alexia had been joking, at least she could play it all off as a joke, forget that this whole encounter had never happened, but Alexia held no sarcasm or intent behind her eyes, just soft contentedness.

“I don’t want to be a bother, I can sort myself out.”

Alexia rolled her eyes at Lia’s refusal.

“Nonsense, you are very welcome, it’s up to you bebita, you come with me and I promise that I’ll look after you tjough, better than whatever you’ll manage in a shitty hotel room.”

Lia didn’t need to know Spanish to assume the meaning of the pet name that Alexia had sent her way, it made her face blush bright red involuntarily.

“I really don’t want to be a bother.”

Alexia shook her head, rubbing her thumb against the inside of Lia’s palm.

“Lia, you won’t be a bother whatsoever.”

Lia frowned to herself, because she felt like a fucking bother, like she was weighing down everyone around her.

“C’mon, your coming with me, you need somebody right now.”

Alexia didn’t gave Lia a few seconds to pull her hand away, but when she didn’t Alexia just started to pull her down the hallway, closer to the Spanish change rooms.

When the pair made it to the door, Lia stopped in her tracks, looking cautiously at Alexia, this was uncharted territory.

“I can stay out here.”

Alexia shook her head, pushing the door open wihh the one hand and tugging Lia in with the other.

“You’re very welcome, you are among friends.”

Everyone turned around when Alexia entered the room, Lia readied herself for some kind of hate, or dig at her team, but it never came, Alexia’s teammates acknolwedging the two of them before going back to whatever they’d previously been occupied with. Alexis walked Lia over to her cubby, sitting Lia down on the bench in front of it, a soft smile on her lips.

“I need to have a quick shower, you can stay or come join me, it’s your decision.”

Lia was terrified of sitting in the room by herself, or without Alexia there to protect her, but she also didn’t want to intrude on Alexia’s privacy.

“I don’t want to intrude.”

There were so many cautions with Lia, so many ifs and buts, this whole situation was so new to her and she was still struggling to work out how exactly she’d gotten here in the first place.

“I wouldn’t have given you the option if you weren’t welcome Lia, it’s about what your comfortable with. Shower or not I’m still going to look after you when we make it back to the hotel, but it’s your decision.”

Lia had become aware of the cold sweat that was plastered to her skin, and it was making her uncomfortable, uncomfortable enough for it to be a reason for her to take Alexia up on her offer. There was also so much doubt in her mind, and a little bit of fear about being vulnerable in this space, more vulnerable than she was already feeling.

“You won’t be mad if I stay out here?”

Alexia smiled at Lia, shaking her head.

“No cariño, absolutely not, just give me two minutes and i’ll be right back alright. If you need anything don’t be scared to ask, you know Jenni right, the one sitting over there, if you need anything just ask her, sí, I’ll be back before you know it.”

Lia nodded deftly, it was hard not to know who Jenni Hermoso was after the World Cup, considering her face had been plastered everywhere for weeks now. Lia knew that even if she was stabbed though right now, she’d probably not ask them for help, she felt uncomfortable enough being in a room of Spanish players when she was the only one wearing a Swiss jersey, suddenly feeling very self conscious sitting in her playing uniform.

Alexis grabbed her things for the shower, jetting off towards the other side of the rooms, leaving Lia all to herself. She stayed in her spot, a little scared to move even slightly. She stayed that way for a few minutes, just staring into space and keeping herself occupied as she internally went over the game in her brain, what she could have done better, whag she could have done to help her teammates. It was a tedious process, one that she could force herself to go through for hours.

It wasn’t until a certain Spaniard obstructed her vision that her eyes darted up from their spot on the floor.

It wasn’t Alexia, that was the big let down, instead Lia was met with the sight of Salma Paraluello, the Spanish powerhouse who was the cause of the bruises all up and down her ribs.

“Your Lia right, I’m so sorry about what happened-.”

Lia shook Salma off with a quick smile and the raise of her hand.

“Kid don’t worr, it’s part of the job, no bad blood, you did what you had to to get the ball, I’m fine.”

Lia remembered when she was as young as Salma, when she two had been absolutely petrified of everything and anything, the anxiety radiating from Salma felt far to familiar to Lia.

“If your sure you’re okay, it sounded pretty nasty.”

Lia couldn’t argue with that, she’d heard the loud crack that her ribs had made as Salma had connected with torso, it wasn’t a sound any athlete ever wanted to hear.

“I’m fine, I’ve had far worse, don’t worry about old me.”

Salma nodded quickly, smiling one last time at Lia before going back to wherever she’d come from. Lia missed being that young, when she didn’t have a care in the world, when all she was expected to do was turn up. Now there was so much more expectations for her, expectations to perform, expectations for her team tk perform, expectations that she felt like she was constantly falling short too.

She wasn’t left to her own devices for very long, Alexia returning not long afterwards, blonde hair damp and resting on her shoulders. She’d changed, into a simple pair of grey sweatpants and a red hoodie.

“Let’s get you out of your kit, hermosa?”

Lia suddenly became far more aware of the fact that she was still sitting in her smelly and sweaty uniform. She didn’t have a change of clothes though, there had been a spare hoodie in her bag, but that had been left behind in the swiss locker rooms.

Her internal worry was solved though by Alexia reaching out and offering her some spare clothes, a plain black hoodie that had a little Spanish emblem on it, and some matching sweat pants that brandished Alexia’s number 11 on the front.

“Okay.”

Lia took a deep breath, reaching for the hem of her jersey and pulling it over her head. She reached for the hoodie that was in Alexia’s hands, but Alexia pulled the hoodie away, her eyes focused on Lia’s ribs. Lia had tried her very hardest not to look, but with Alexia’s gaze directly on her body it was hard not to. She was a little bit scared at the sight, there was purple all up and down her ribs, deep, dark, purple.

“Hermosa.”

Alexia’s voice was thready, the shock evident as she continued to access Lia’s stomach and chest.

“It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

Lia grabbed the hoodie, very quickly throwing it over her head before Alexia had a chance to survey any more. Lia slipped her shorts off quickly, before pulling the sweatpants up and over her ass and standing up, level with Alexia, whose jaw was clenched and eyebrows were knitted together on her forehead.

“My cars here, so if you feel comfortable with it we can go back to my house?”

Lia wishes she was brave enough to say no, brave enough to say that she was comfortable enough to lie to Alexia’s face and say that she was fine to be alone right now. But she was desperately seeking out something, anything that the Spanish captain could give her.

“Yes, please, if it’s no trouble.”

Alexia just smiles and nods her head, reaching behind Lia to pick up her bag and then tugging Lia along with her towards the door. She said a quick goodbye to her teammates before walking Lia and herself out of the rooms and back into the tunnel. Alexia did all the work getting her and Lia into the car, opening the car door, getting Lia sat in the passenger seat and buckled in. Lia was on a different planet, her brain fading into places that it had never been.

Alexia began driving, watching Lia with a close eye.

“How come you didn’t tell me you were in so much pain? Those ribs look broken.”

Lia sat up in her seat a little bit with Alexia’s words, the Catalan’s voice awakening her from her haze for a second.

“It’s fine.”

Alexia frowned to herself, Lia was so quick to dismiss her own pain, it made Alexia even gladder that she’d convinced Lia to let her look after her.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, captain to captain, I know how easy it is to hide an injury for the good of your team.”

Alexia knew what Lia was feeling, she’d felt it herself multiple times, it was human, Alexia had been in the same position as Lia a multitude of times, the one thing she’d missed was someone there to guide her, someone there to tell her that it was okay for her to feel this way. Sure, Lia might have been a year older then Alexia, Lia might have been a captain for far longer than Alexia, but Lia had never had someone there to support her, Alexia had Jenni and Irene, she had people there helping her, Lia had nobody.

“I couldn’t leave them out there, it was hard enough during the game, somebody needed to be there after the game to pick up the pieces.”

Alexia knew the closer they got to her house the closer her and Lia were to encountering a different obstacle, which was vulnerability.

“You don’t always have to be that person, sure, you're the captain, but it isn’t your job to always make sure that everyone is okay, not immediately after a game.”

Lia didn’t really believe that statement, if she couldn’t perform enough on the field to get a win and she didn’t support her team then what even was her purpose?

“I know what my job is, I’ve been doing it for four years, I know my team and I know my capabilities.”

It was a lie, Lia was fairly certain that never in her life had she felt like she was more of a stranger to her teammates, she tried her hardest, but recently everything had felt so much harder, football, relationships, everything. Since the break up with Caitlin she’d felt like a skeleton, a half version of who she’d previously been.

“I never said you didn’t.”

Lia wished she was at home, back in her apartment in London, hiding under the covers on her bed instead of whatever this was.

Just when Alexia was fairly certain that the tension between the two of them couldn’t thicken any much more, they pulled into her driveway. Alexia let her eyes dart over to Lia, who was sat stock still in her seat, staring directly in front of her at Alexia’s door.

“C’mon Walti, I want to get some ice on those ribs.”

Alexia pinched Lia’s elbow, an action that seemed to snap her out of her trance, enough for her to reach for her seatbelt and open her door.

Alexia struggled with the key for a few seconds, before it finally went in correctly and Alexia’s door sprung open, to reveal a fluff ball of a dog at Lia’s feet.

“That’s Nala, she’s harmless, why don’t you go and get yourself settled on the couch and I’ll find some ice and something to drink.”

Lia just nodded, walking through Alexia’s hallway like it wasn’t a completely new place to her. It wasn’t hard to find the lounge room, she just walked the rest of the way through the entry hallway and was met with an open lounge room/kitchen floor plan. Lia gravitated straight to Alexia’s couch, plopping herself down onto it. What she hadn’t anticipated was the shooting pain that radiated directly from her ribs as she pounced on the couch. It was a kind of pain that Lia hadn’t felt in a long time, like she’d just been punched in the ribs.

It took her a little bit of jostling to find a position that didn’t hurt, but when she did she relaxed into the plush everything felt a bit better.

Alexia returned quickly, a ice pack and drink bottle in hand.

“Can you take the hoodie off, just so I can have a proper look?”

Lia really didn’t want to, but she knew if she said no in some roundabout way she would end up doing it anyway, so she saved herself the labour and reached for the hem of the hoodie, tugging it up and over her head, revealing her blackened stomach. It wasn’t a pretty sight, it even made Lia internally recoil a little bit.

Alexia sat down on the couch beside her, her hands gently grazing over Lia’s skin. It was almost sensual how good Alexia’s cold hands felt, her calloused hands trailing across Lia’s ribs tracing imaginary lines like she was writing a map. Lia tried her hardest not to wince when Alexia’s fingers prodded at the pinnacle point of her pain, but the debilitating shock that was sent across her body was too much not to groan. Alexia’s hand retracted almost immediately, her eyes looking up to meet Lia’s, a deep frown on her face.

“Their cracked, I’ve done my ribs before, nothing you can do about it, it just hurts for a few weeks.”

Lia couldn’t take her eyes off of Alexia, her eyes raking up and down Alexia’s body as she took the Spaniard in. She was in close enough proximity now to truly breathe her in, she smelt like citrus and strawberry soap. It made Lia’s scent receptors tingle, the appeal deep in Lia’s body. Lia followed Alexia’s eyes, down to her chest, where they were pinned. Lia’s nipples were pebbled, easily visible through her sports bra. Normally, she’d be ashamed, but Alexia was looking at Lia like she was the sun, like she was unworldly, and it did wonders to Lia’s confidence, and the rapidly growing pool between her legs.

When Alexia realised she was being watched she pulled her eyes from Lia’s body immediately, a little bit ashamed at the lack of control she had. Now was Lia’s opportunity to be confident, to show the Catalan that her eyes and glances were the only thing keeping Lia sane right now.

Lia reached her eyes up to Alexia’s chin, forcing the Spaniard to look at her.

“Like something you see?”

Alexia flushed at Lia’s insinuation, but she didn’t make any attempts to deny, just bit down on her lip meekly.

“You're injured.”

It was a matter of fact statement, and one of the only reasons that Alexia was yet to jump on Lia.

“We can take it slow, be gentle.”

Lia needed a distraction, needed something to make her feel less invalid.

“What about Williamson?”

Lia queried her brow at Alexia, curious of what it was that the Spaniard was referencing.

“Leah? There’s nothing serious happening between us, we’ve both just recently fallen out of love with the people we thought were our everything. She’s like me crutch, we have casual sex, we’re fuck buddies, but nothing more, it’s more just a bond formed from heart break, there’s nothing exclusive about it.”

Alexia had run out of reasons, she didn’t feel comfortable fucking a taken woman, but with the revelation about Lia’s relationship she suddenly felt far less obligated to put a stop to the dirty thoughts that were circulating her brain.

“Drink some of that water.”

Alexia lowered herself to the floor, gently, her body still aching a little bit from the game. She moved to the gap between your knees, edging them further apart, all whilst you watched her.

“I’m serious Walti, no fun for you until I see you drink some of that.”

Lia rolled her eyes, picking up the drink bottle that Alexia had set down beside her, taking a few sips to appease the captain, and also so Alexia could get on with it. As Lia took sips, Alexia tasked herself with pulling down her sweatpants that she’d lent Lia and tugging them off so they pooled on the floor. Once Lia had set the water bottle down, Alexia reached up for the panties. Lia involuntarily lifted her hips, the pure desire thrumming through her veins being enough to fuel her.

“You want this?”

Alexia was looking directly at Lia’s glistening sex, she was beautiful, her clit peeking out from her folds, her hole leaking liquid desire. Suddenly, words were coiled at Lia’s throat, the desperation coming out in choken words, her body desperately wanting more than the cold air.

“Please Ale.”

Lia arched her back as Alexia’s bot mouth connected with her, her hips rolling directly into Alexia’s mouth, her body desperately searching for more contact, more anything. One of Alexia’s hands came up to rest on Lia’s hips, a warning, stopping her from moving. Alexia’s thumb rubbed rough marks into Lia’s hip bones, but she didn’t care, not in the slightest, not when Alexia’s mouth felt so impeccable. Lia’s breath hitched as Alexia’s mouth moved down from sucking on Lia’s clit to her hole, gently testing it out by thrusting her tongue into Lia’s mouth. It was pure pleasure, Alexia’s hands forcing Lia’s legs further open, as far as they would go, so she had complete access to Lia’s sex. She moved back up to Lia’s clit, nibbling on the sensitive nub but didn’t leave Lia’s hole lonely for very long, a single digit replacing her tongue. Lia was a goner as soon as Alexia started to thrust the single finger in and out, Lia’s hips grining haphazardly down onto Alexia’s face and fingers. She was a groaning, moaning mess, her stomach and pussy tightening and clenching down on Alexia’s fingers.

It was perfect, until the tightness in Lia’s stomach was too much, to sore, to bad. She winced once and i was enough to have Alexia’s head and fingers removing themselves from her body, Alexia’s head craning upwards to see what was wrong.

“I’m fine, my ribs are just cramping, don’t stop, feels so fucking good.”

Alexia wasn’t content with Lia’s reassurance.

She got herself up from the floor, rising from her knees and shaking out her legs.

“Ale, please, if you don’t help me then it’s going to be your shower head.”

Alexia smirked to herself, keeping note for later in the night.

“Hermosa, don’t fret, we’re moving to the bed, at least there you can ly down and the angle isn’t as intense.”

Alexia reached down, pulling Lia up to rest on her hip, and walking straight into Alexia’s bedroom.

Alexia didn’t fuck around, she returned back to her task with vigour and urgency that Lia didn’t know she had, this time two fingers thrusting in and out of Lia’s hole and Alexia’s tongue going back and forth between soft, broad kitten licks that spread from her lips to her clit, to intense sucking and nibbling directed straight at Lia’s sensitive bundle of nerves.

It didn’t take long for Lia to get to the edge, Alexia’s curving fingers finding the toe curling spot inside of Lia’s walls that was so insatiably perfect.

“Fuck, fuck, Ale, going to cum, can I cum? Please, been your good girl.”

Alexia smirked into Lia’s pussy, licking up whatever wetness she could find. She suddenly increased her face, nibbling down onto Lia’s nerves and thrusting her fingers in a wild pace, it only made Lia clench down on her hand harder, Lia’s body's response to her actions leading her to believe that Lia was right on the edge.

“Cum for me Lia, be a good girl and cum all over my face.”

It was enough to send Lia tumbling over the line into starry goodness, a soul shattering orgasm wracking her body, causing her to spasm on the mattress and grind down further on Alexia’s face as her body rode out the pleasurable wave that was her release. Alexia coaxed her through it gently, lapping at Lia’s hole and lips as she slowly came back down to earth. Once Lia’s body had stopped trembling, Alexia crawled up from between her legs, joining Lia on the pillows, smiling lopsidedly at her.

She leant in tentatively, Lia met her half way, getting to enjoy the experience of tasting herself on the Alexia Putellas’ tongue. It was ecstasy, pure magic, something that Lia never thought she’d experience. Suddenly though, Lia felt conscious, what if Alexia expected something in return and she couldn’t give it? As their kiss deepend, Lia reached her hand down to the waist band of Alexia’s sweatpants, but Alexia’s hand caught her wirst before it could go any further down.

“Tonight about looking after you.”

“But I want to help you.”

Alexia smiled into the kiss, it was often she was in this kind of situation.

“How about I give you two more, and if you feel up to it after that then I’ll let you eat me out, hmm?”

Lia nodded eagerly, a big smile opening on her face as she pushed her tongue against Alexia’s lips, the Spaniard granting access.

Alexia woke up how she did most mornings, the sound of rain pattering against her roof, light filtering in through the curtains, the birds chirping outside. She leant over to the space beside her, a space that when she’d last been awake had been warm and filled with the presence of a certain Swiss captain who had been nothing short of perfection all night. When she was met with cold nothingness her eyes cracked open fully, a deep frown developing on her face. The covers were pulled back, and all of Lia’s clothes from the previous night had disappeared from Alexia’s bedroom floor. Before Alexia knew what she was doing, she was springing out of bed, as naked as she was the day she was born and walking into her kitchen, to find a similar sense of nothingness. Her heart dropped with the realistion that Lia was gone, without a note, without a phone number, without anything. Lia was hurt, in so many ways and Alexia understood that, she understood that Lia had been vulnerable with her, and maybe she wasn’t ready to face that vulnerability in the daylight, where everything hurt more, everything was so much more real.

Her frown didn’t faze as she made her way back to bed, with the realisation that when she crawled under the sheets she no longer had a companion, it was just her, all by herself. Lia was in a similar predicament, lying in a hotel room all by herself, trying her very hardest to forget about the way that she’d felt so infatuated with Alexia. Captains like them didn’t have time for romance or sweet little moments, they had countries to lead, people they were responsible for. Lia would go back to London, back to Arsenal, she would be better, when she needed some love she’d utilise Leah for a night and then she’d go back to being the fearless leader that she had to be.

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[russos-one]

Am is a tiny 🤏 bit worried? Yes.

Am I Reading to much into this? Yes.

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MASTERLIST;

— nsfw alphabet masterlist

— dating HCs masterlist

⚡️Alexia Putellas

-> your camera roll as Alexia's partner

-> Bad Game (implied smut)

-> insta stories as alexia's partner

-> Stuck (implied smut)

-> Tension's Rising (18+)

-> Whatever it Takes

-> Charity Event

-> (Un)Stuck (18+)

-> Mommy? Sorry. (18+)

-> soft launching your relationship on instagram

-> hard launching your relationship on instagram

-> Three's a Party w/ Jenni Hermoso (18+)

-> Next Step (18+)

⚡️Alessia Russo

-> your camera roll as Alessia's partner

-> insta stories as alessia's partner

-> Dreaming (18+)

⚡️Leah Williamson

-> your camera roll as Leah's partner

-> First Times

-> Protective (fluff blurb)

-> It's Tradition (18+)

⚡️Aitana Bonmatí

-> your camera roll as Aitana's partner

-> insta stories as aitana's partner

-> Private Celebrations (18+)

-> soft launching your relationship on instagram

-> hard launching your relationship on instagram

-> Hot and Heavy [implied smut]

⚡️Steph Catley

-> your camera roll as Steph's partner

-> insta stories as steph's partner

-> Replacement? (18+)

-> Baby Fever

-> Distracted (18+)

-> Wingwoman

-> breakup with your boyfriend, im bored (18+)

⚡️Cloé Lacasse

-> We can't both win

-> By Your Side

-> Needy (suggestive)

-> insta stories as cloé's partner

⚡️Stina Blackstenius

-> your camera roll as stina's partner

-> 5 times you almost said I love you and the 1 time you did

⚡️Lia Wälti

-> insta stories as lia's partner

-> first meeting (blurb)

-> Just Breathe

⚡️Lucy Bronze

-> insta stories as lucy's partner

-> your camera roll as lucy's partner

⚡️Alex Greenwood

-> Manchester Date

-> soft launching your relationship through insta

-> hard launching your relationship through insta

⚡️Hayley Raso

-> your camera roll as hayley's partner

-> Did it Hurt? (When You Fell From Heaven)

-> Rivals (18+)

⚡️Emily Fox

-> Valentine's Day (blurb)

⚡️Mary Earps

-> your camera roll as mary's partner

⚡️Katie McCabe

-> Fallin' for You (blurb)

-> Consequences (18+)

-> Roles Reversed (18+)

⚡️Alanna Kennedy

-> One More Chance

⚡️Aggie Beever-Jones

-> First Time (18+)

⚡️Kyra Cooney-Cross

-> Double Trouble [platonic]

⚡️Ashley Sanchez

-> insta stories as ashley's partner

⚡️Jenni Hermoso

-> Three's a Party w/ Alexia Putellas (18+)

⚡️Niamh Charles

-> Casual (18+)

⚡️Teagan Micah

-> insta stories as teagan's partner

⚡️Alexis Loera

-> insta posts as alexis' partner

#masterlist #woso x reader

[alexiaputellasera]

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Rehab Chapter One.

Every professional female athlete knows that sound, the agonising cry from a team mate who is now sprawled across the floor clutching their knee tears streaming down their face. Trainers and physios running from every angle with concern warped on their faces.

July 2022, London England.

The Spanish women's national team are training for the euros to start in just one day when an agonising howl is heard in the penalty area of a shooting drill.

The players look over to see Alexia Putellas their countries hero laying on the floor in floods of tears. Physios immediately surround her calming her down and start what is known as a Lachman test to see the integrity of the anterior cruciate ligament followed by a shake of the head towards the teams national manager.

Team mates have now made their way over to Alexia who is heard telling staff, "I felt it pop, no one touched me I was shooting" her eyes brimmed with tears. She knew, she knew her tournament was over with one day remaining before their journey was to begin.

Staff assisted her up and immediately took her to the medical room, she was closely followed by Mapi her best friend who held her hand whilst they conducted further testing.

Her knee now swollen where the blood has rushed to the joint in a reaction to the injury and now rapidly mobility was getting stiffer by the minute. Crutches were now being passed to her by the medical staff and a van was waiting to collect her to return to the team hotel where she was currently staying.

Alexia was a shell of herself from just hours ago, barely speaking a word. Team mates arriving constantly to just pop in and say hello to let her know they were thinking about her.

Hours later after they got the news her mother and Alba arrived by her side, this is when the Spanish midfielder really broke down. She had just had the season of her life and was determined to win the euros after all the pain and suffering the national team squad had faced this was just another reason she should never of caved and come back to join up with her team. She should have listened to the doubt in her head.

Sleep was difficult she had her knee propped up under some pillows and had yet to hear from her girlfriend who was let know by Mapi what had happened earlier.

3am rolls around and she receives a FaceTime call from her seemingly drunk girlfriend who doesn't even mention the injury just that she wishes she was here to take care of her and that she missed sex. Alexia didn't usually mind these calls but not today she needed her on a less physical level and more of an emotional level. The FaceTime was ended by Alexia after her girlfriend Olga had crashed out on the bed at their home in Barcelona leaving Alexia to hang up feeling worse than she already did.

She had texted her manager Jona declaring she was 'done with football and to buy a new midfielder'. At this moment in time she was done, she didn't want to conquer that steep mountain of rehab and hard work and that same question had repeatedly popped into her head 'why me?'.

Alexia woke with puffy eyes and a ringing head, today was game day and she was going to watch before flying back to Barcelona for the big operation and to start the recovery process.

Grabbing the crutches and already struggling with it she threw her legs over the side of the bed and got up to get ready for the day. A small knock on her door and it opening slowly because heavens forbid they would be allowed to lock their door on international duty  and Mapi appeared with a small pitiful smile on her face.

"Bon dia hermana are you ready for breakfast?".

"Si" was all that came out of Alexias mouth before she moved slowly over to the wardrobe to grab some Spain gear and joined Mapi in the elevator.

Spain would play Finland today in their opening match and were one of the favourites to win the entire tournament, breakfast was full of loud noise everyone ready for the opening game.

Alexia was joined by Jenni and Misa two of her close friends on the team who didn't really know what to say so tried to act as normal as they could but she didn't laugh instead she sat there quietly sipping away at her coffee and barely touching her eggs.

The girls all got on the coach and made their way to the stadium, Alexia sat near the front tears now brimming she could hear everyone getting into game mode and that broke her heart even more. She shoved her AirPods in and listened to some music looking out the window watching them travel through the English city.

Sat pitch side was horrible, the game was frustrating a lot harder than it really should have been, the injury of Alexia seemingly stuck in the other athletes heads. Aitana scored and dedicated her goal to Alexia who loved the sentiment although it made her sadder than she had ever been before.

After the game Alexia went straight to her room not wanting to join in the celebrations for a win she didn't even participate in.

After what felt like an eternity she fell asleep knowing tomorrow she would fly home and start the next processes in her recovery knowing an operation was imminent.

Morning came and went and Alexia said goodbye to all of her team mates, they were sad to see her leave but sadder because of her injury most of them embracing her for longer than normal. The athletes did not want to be left with the Spanish federation without their loyal captain to protect and guide them, she was like their secret manager they mainly listened to what she said and not the idiot that was Jorge Vilda and his stupid arse.

The flight was a mere 2 hours long and Alexia fell asleep in pure exhaustion. She was met by her mother and Alba at the airport who could see their loved one was deeply hurting but hurried her into their car after they saw journalists spot her and would begin to hound her knowing her mental state was vulnerable they got her safely away.

Back at her home Alexia laid on the sofa hands over her face whilst for the first time she truly broke down, her mother held her and Alba whispered positivity into her ear, completely falling on deaf ears.

The front door opened and Olga arrived by Alexias side bringing her into a deep hug "how are we feeling Bebe?".

"Like shit Olga".

Olga screwed her face up at the comment and Alexia immediately apologised "lo siento mi amor I'm just frustrated".

Olga smiled and kissed her forehead, usually Alexia likes this sign of affection but not today, Olga hadn't bothered to contact her this was the first time she had asked her because she was too busy out partying at her club.

The tension in the room was thick, Alexia asked if she would join her at the hospital tomorrow to which Olga declined saying she had an important meeting. Alexia felt her stomach drop, she had deep feelings for this girl it wasn't quite love yet but while Olga loved her in a physical manner it wasn't matched by the level of manner that Alexia distributed towards her, hence the heavy imbalance in the relationship.

"We're coming carino" Eli gestures towards her and Alba. Alexia smiled at the words and flicked the tv on to watch yesterdays match, hell if she couldn't play she sure was going to analyse the shit out of it.

The day went slowly, the anticipation building up for tomorrow and the new fear setting in that she wouldn't be anywhere near as good as before.

Olga had already made dinner plans with her friends so Alexia was left alone for the evening to fight the fight that was now going on in her head. Moving about the apartment was difficult the crutches kept catching on everything and this made Alexia angrier by the second, in the end she resided to her bed defeated and sad about the position she was currently in.

Messages worldwide were now streaming in to support the captain and she had several missed calls from the Barcelona higher ups including her team manager Jona who had assured her everything was going to be fine and that he could never replace her. She snorted at that last comment and slammed her phone down on the side, knowing she was mentally done today she gave up and fell asleep.

Morning came and Alexia was a bundle of nerves, Olgas arms draped over her chest. She didn't even hear the Madrid girl come home last night she must of been exhausted.

Today was the day she would have her left knee operated on, she got up and made herself busy, making coffee and bringing Olga tablets and a fresh bottle of water for what she presumed would be a hangover any minute now.

Sitting at the kitchen counter drinking her coffee Olga emerged from her pit kissing her girlfriend good morning and pouring herself some fresh coffee.

"Good morning Bonita are you ready for today?".

"Si Bebe I'm nervous" Alexia had a tear in her eye but Olga didn't notice she was too busy replying to a text from her friends. "You will be fine Bonita and I'll be here to look after you" she kissed Alexias lips and made her way to the bathroom to shower for her day ahead.

A hard lump in her throat Alexia half knew that Olga wasn't going to be the one she needed to do this recovery process with, leaving Alexia ready to quit the game she loved altogether.

An hour later Alexias mother and sister arrived to take her to the hospital, once there a lot of different people spoke to her she didn't absorb any of that information and luckily her mother was paying attention.

As they prepped her for surgery that's when she became emotional, her mother holding her hand and kissing her, her sister calmly stroking her face but also visibly upset because her sister was hurt. Doctors entered the room all talking in fast Spanish and drawing lines on the areas that surrounded her knee ready for the operation.

As the medication kicked in Alexia started to relax and then everything went black.

As she opened her eyes there was a slight twinge in her left knee, she was still hooked up to the machines. Her mother was asleep holding her hand and Alba was in the corner sat on her phone waiting for the midfielder ti wake up.

"Ale!" Alba squealed coming over to hug her, Eli woke up at this noise and gently kissed her daughters hands receiving a small smile from her eldest daughter.

"How are you feeling?" Eli asked quizzically.

"Okay, but I'm guessing that's the drugs talking" they all laughed at that comment.

"Did it go okay?".

"Si we believe so carino, we will know more in the next few days".

Alexia felt the panic lower from her chest taking in a deep breath, she knew the road to recovery was going to take maybe over a year and that was incredibly daunting for her. Because of the length of time and also because she wasn't sure if it was what she wanted right now, she felt very lost in that moment.

Alexia was a pioneer for women's football and had fought tooth and nail to be the very best in the game and the hard work had come in many trophies and adoring fans recognising her efforts and achievements. Where did she go from here?

Alexia is discharged from hospital and returns home, Olga is now back trying to make small talk but getting nothing in response, Alexia didn't want to talk, talking would not help the situation she was in right now. She was ready to give it all up and disappear away from prying eyes and away from everyone she felt she had let down by sustaining this injury. She looked at her knee in anger the same left leg that had given her the life she had giving out on her before one of the biggest tournaments of her life.

Not giving any kind of response Olga decided she would go out and in such a decline in their relationship would begin. Olga had never been a supportive girlfriend as such she was also headstrong like Alexia and was on her own path. She was rarely at a game due to her own commitments and usually Alexia didn't mind as the sex made up for it. But now as much as she kept pushing Olga away she needed her right now.

A week passed and no one has heard from the Catalan star, Olga hasn't updated anyone probably because she hasn't been around. Alexia choosing to ignore all contact and wallow in self pity over her injury. But the timing of this injury and where she was right now was crucial as she had to began her rehab to progress to the next step but she hadn't she had locked herself away and laid on the couch all week watching crappy television and watching her team lose to Germany much to her annoyance.

At the end of week one she is ready to give it all up her knee was stiff and sore and she was rapidly losing muscle. Olga was almost a figment of her imagination going out for dinner and coming home at all hours of the morning. She had also tried to initiate some physical connection but was rejected by Alexia who felt like a failure at the moment in that department.

Barcelona staff and her mother and sister were worried sick and together they joined and came up with some kind of solution that could possibly pull her out of her slump and put her back on the right path.

It was early Thursday morning when there was a loud knock on Alexias door, Alexia used her crutches to steady herself and made her way over. Opening the door she was met by a face she did not recognise, but this women was wearing a Barcelona muscle top and shorts so she must of been sent by the club.

"Hola Alexia I'm Jay I've been sent by the club to help start processing your rehab".

"No" was all that came out of the captains mouth and she began to close the door before a foot stopped it and Jay slid past her and made her way into her home.

"Wait a minute you can't just..".

"Alexia with all due respect I've been sent by the club and you have a contract to uphold which includes major injuries and rehabilitation".

Alexia was stunned at this women's abruptness, Jay or what she had referred to herself as was quietly looking around the apartment taking it all in. Alexia took the moment to graze her eyes over the women, she was English based on her accent, quite tall about 5 foot 9 Alexia would say, tanned skin with tattoos clearly on show, long blonde hair, very blue eyes and very muscular. If Alexia wasn't so pissed or in the situation she was in she probably would have brought the girl a drink.

"Jay is it? I don't need help.. I'm fine here thank you I'll make contact with the club when you leave" Jay laughed which immediately pissed Alexia off.

"Alexia, the club has been trying to contact you I'm your last resort. But I will take care of all your rehabilitation and nutrition to help you get back to wherever you want to be".

Alexia scoffed and rolled her eyes, Jay caught this immediately "problem?".

"You are my problem now get out of my home" Alexia scolded.

"No" was the answer and a smile appeared before she rudely went and sat in Alexias living room.

Alexia hobbled behind her ready to engage in any kind of war she could but she stumbled bringing Jay immediately to her feet and over to assist Alexia. Jays warm hands came to Alexias waist to stabilise her and for a second their eyes made contact before Alexia came to her senses pushing the Barca staff member off of her.

Sitting down Alexia asked why she had never seen her before at Barca. "I've been brought in just for you, they know you are struggling and I want to help, so let's begin".

The interaction was interrupted by the door opening and closing, Olga appeared and spotted Jay on the sofa but wasn't concerned due to her attire but she didn't take a moment to rake her eyes over the girl.

"Hola" leaning down to shake Jays hand who reciprocated the gesture.

Jay went on to explain why she was there but could tell Olga wasn't really interested making small talk and announced that she would be going out for dinner with her friends causing Alexia to roll her eyes, Jay caught this interaction and could see this relationship wasn't working but it was not her place to overstep.

"Alexia do you have any questions for me?" Jay asks trying to interrupt the tension that has settled amongst her and Olga.

"Nope" Alexia replies bluntly.

"Great here is my number, I will see you tomorrow at 9am. We've got a lot to do" passing over her card which Alexia took sharply huffing in the process.

"Alexia you can call me anytime I live just over there" pointing to an apartment Alexia could see over the street. Alexia nodded and closed the door behind Jay.

Jay immediately went to Eli's house and informed her of her concerns for Alexias wellbeing. Alba arrived and bit her lip when she saw Jay a face Jay grinned at because Alba had a reputation about her. One Jay did not plan on indulging in because she took her job seriously and unbeknown to Alexia she was a huge fan of hers following her journey for years after hers had ended.

Jay left Eli's and went back to her own place looking up at Alexias window as she arrived. Weirdly their apartments were dead opposite each other both having the penthouses but she didn't know that before today otherwise she probably would have made contact sooner.

Alexia made herself some avocados and eggs and settled on her balcony to eat looking across the city she had loved since as long as she could remember a tear fell down her cheek as she couldn't begin to imagine the amount of work she had to do to get back to where she was.

Jay now back at her apartment had plans for the evening, she was off to the club with her friends for a wind down today was exhausting and she just wanted a drink and a dance with a random girl that didn't mean anything at all.

Olga appeared on the balcony kissing Alexia who didn't really kiss her back and told her where she would be. Alexia nodded and Olga left as quickly as she appeared, she was alone again. Alone with her thoughts.

Several drinks in Jay was starting to let loose, she could dance fairly well and had already been grinding with this younger Spanish girl all night. As she approached the bar she was met by a familiar face she had met earlier that day, "Olga what are you doing here?" "Hola Jay I could ask the same thing".

"Just enjoying my night off, how is Alexia?".

"Same as earlier doesn't talk to me doesn't even look at me" this made Jay feel instantly sad, "she has had a major operation Olga she needs stability and support".

"I've tried she doesn't want it, she doesn't even touch me like she used too, we haven't had sex in over a month".

This announcement surprised Jay, Alexia didn't need sex she needed a shoulder to cry on and a motivator to help her get back on her feet.

Jay was joined at the bar by the girl she had been dancing with who whispered in her ear that she wanted to leave. Jay downed her drink said goodbye to Olga and they both jumped in a taxi to her place.

As soon as she shut the apartment door the girl was on her, flicking the lights on so she could see where she was going and what she was doing.

Meanwhile Alexia hadn't moved from the balcony the food she made earlier was stone cold and she herself was getting colder by the minute.

Lights going on at the apartment over the street caught her eyes and she saw two people kissing against a wall. She smirked at the two before realising it was Jays apartment and then she saw Jay lifting a girl up and carrying her to the next room.

Alexia smiled to herself, she couldn't remember the last time she had been treated like that and then she came to a realisation that it was Jay and actually she wasn't fond of her right now.

Throwing the girl down on the bed she made short work of her orgasms letting her know that she had to be out at 8 as she had work. The girl nodded bringing Jay into another kiss as the pair went at it again.

Morning came and Jay said goodbye to the girl who had stayed the night before and made herself some coffee and breakfast.

Eating it on her balcony, she looked across the street to see Alexia slumped under some blankets on her own balcony fast asleep, not in a good position for her knee. She showered and got dressed and made her way over to Alexias knocking on her door loudly knowing she was on the balcony.

Loud bangs on the door were what woke Alexia up, her stiff knee causing her immediate discomfort as she steadied herself to get herself up before looking at her watch and realising it was 9 am and that it was likely Jay. As she walks through her room she's met by Olga who is still fast asleep the clubs stamp still smudged on her hand from the night before.

The door opened gently, "I need to shower and dress" "that's fine I can wait" as she brought Alexia a fresh cappuccino and walked past her with pastries from the local bakery down the street. Alexia guided her to the living room where she would leave Jay while she showered. Thirty minutes later Alexia appeared with dripping wet hair in the living room as Jay was writing notes on her laptop.

As she shuffled closer causing Jay to look up and make eye contact. Again longer than it should be, Jay looked at Alexia studying her features, her hazel eyes looked sad but were beautiful her dripping wet brown hair was slung over her shoulders and her tanned skin was glowing in the light that entered the apartment.

"Shall we begin?".

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