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pairing: alexia putellas x ofc

summary: the new rookie looks up to alexia, yes, but it's not as innocent as she would hope to

warnings: age difference: claudia is 20 yo; power imbalance; I forgot pina's name was actually claudia, so there is two claudia's on the team, deal with it; smut, thigh riding, nipple play

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Claudia is quite pretty. Alexia never tried to actively deny that, but it bothered her that she noticed far too much. Pale skin, rather small built, brown hair cut to her chin and icy blue eyes that made her look more innocent than a girl her age should be. Claudia was too young for Alexia's taste. And yet—

+18 SMUT

“No more, please, I can’t!” you could barely see from the sweat stinging your eyes, and you rubbed your face in the sheets, trying to dry yourself as much as possible. Your muscles shook, and you were exhausted. You had lost count of how many times you’d come after four. You were pretty sure you were on seven, or maybe eight? All you knew was your skin was overly sensitive, your muscles were heavy with fatigue and pressure, and you were done. Except Alexia wasn’t done.

Alexia smiled, her hands firmly gripping your hips. She admired the downward slope of your back. Alexia marveled at the drops of sweat that dripped down your spine to your neck. She could feel your body shake, and she let her gaze drift across blushing, glistening skin. Her lips twitched when she saw the light ropes that held you in position, on your knees with your face pressed into the sheets, your arms stretched above your shoulders. You were in the perfect position, a willing supplicant.

“Come on princess,” and she smirked at the small shiver that rippled up your spine. “You can, and you will. Just one more.” Alexia hesitated a moment, her hands gently caressing the red hand painted curves of your bottom. “Do you remember the word? The one that makes me stop?” She waited, and when you nodded your head, she gutted lightly under her breath. “No, princess, say it out loud, so I know that you remember.”

“Rosa,” you muttered, your voice dry and scratchy. You licked your lips, trying to moisten them, as you were convinced all moisture in your body had flowed south to meet at the juncture of your thighs.

“You remember that I won't stop no matter how you beg and plead unless you say, Rosa?”

You grunted and whispered, “I remember.” And you resolved not to say it, despite knowing you would soon be begging Alexia to stop. There was something desperate, but freeing in the realization that you could wail and scream and beg, and Alexia would still command your body, dragging orgasms from you with almost brutish tenderness; but one word would end it all, and Alexia would be stripped of her power.

You wiggled your hips slightly, readying your tired and aching muscles, knowing that Alexia wouldn't stop until you had wrung one last orgasm from your shaking frame unless you said one simple word.

“Good girl,” murmured Alexia as she leaned down, letting her breasts drag through the warm sweat of your back. She placed a soft kiss at the base of the back of your neck, before straightening again, her voice becoming a little deeper, a little huskier.

“Do you want to use your word, princess?” Alexia jogged her hips forward, smiling at the way you whimpered and rolled your hips despite claiming you’d had enough.

“No,” the word was a little more than a strangled wheeze, and Alexia rewarded you by reaching under your hip and tapping your hard clit. She smiled at the way you groaned and shuffled on your shaking knees.

Alexia pressed forward gently, aware that you were overly sensitive. She let her fingers press into the underside of your hips, and her thumbs pressed soothing circles into the rounded curve of your cheeks. She smiled as she felt the head of the dildo press into your warm folds. She met some resistance, as she felt you immediately clamp down on the head. She slid her hands up your sides, letting her fingers press gently along the lattice of your ribs, as she pushed forward slightly.

“Alexia!” you half-sobbed as you tried to push forward, away from the dildo, your resolve starting to wane. “I told you, I can’t!” your voice wavered at the last word, and you groaned at the feel of the dildo sliding slightly inside of you. You shivered violently and whimpered, you were so tired, your muscles were wrung out, all of your energy had gone into the last orgasm, and you had nothing left to give to Alexia. But you still refused to give Alexia the one word that would make it stop.

Alexia tutted under her breath, she wrapped one hand firmly around your hip, so you couldn’t escape her. She let the other hand slide down your back, whisking firmly through the sheen of sweat. “Do you trust me?” Her voice was quiet, but firm, and it broke through your muffled murmurs.

You turned your head so your cheek rested against the slightly damp sheets. Your skin prickled, and you were uncomfortable. Your hair was stuck to your face, and you could only imagine what you must look like, you knew your skin was flushed, and you just wanted to sleep, but you couldn’t. Alexia’s voice always called to you, it held a strange sort of allure, and you were sure you would follow that voice into hell itself.

You snuffled a little, the tears pricking at your eyelids. “Yes,” you whispered and you heard the sharp intake of breath behind you, and you could almost see the smile that shone in Alexia’s next words.

“Thank you, my love.” Alexia smiled, that familiar feeling tugging sharply at her chest, and she pressed forward, feeling your flesh reluctantly part for her. She gripped your hip a little harder, pushing you slightly away from her and then pulling you back into the cradle of her thighs. She laid her left hand on the middle of your back, and held you firmly down, as she jogged her hips forward sharply, sheathing her strap all the way inside you.

Alexia rubbed gentle circles on your back when you cried out, and she twisted slightly so she could see your face, red and blotchy, and she could see tears starting to run down your cheeks. Alexia hesitated for a moment, worried she might have pushed too far, worried that you really couldn’t go any further. She knew she was testing the limits of what your body was capable of, but somehow she just knew that you had one orgasm left in you, that would wring you dry, twist all of your muscles, and cloud your eyes. And she wanted it, she wanted to feel her love break apart in her arms, lose herself completely.

Alexia held herself still for a moment, waiting for you to relax, and when she felt you start to sag, she withdrew her hips, pulling out all the way so just the head rested against your entrance. And then she pushed all the way into your sex in one smooth glide, smiling at the cry wrenched from your chest, but she didn’t stop, instead pumping her hips in a steady rhythm.

“Is this what you wanted, princess? Hmmmm? Me inside of you, as deep as I can go?” She jogged her hips, rotating them hard, smiling at the way you grunted and trembled before her. “Tell me!” She commanded, her hips slapping against the back of your thighs and bottom. “Tell me, is this what you wanted? To be tied up and laid bare, mewling like a cat in heat?” she growled the last few words, her tongue thick in her throat, waiting for an answer.

Alexia slapped her hand down hard on your bottom, just enough to sting and make your fair skin blush with the heat and strength of Alexia’s hand. “Tell me!” She reached around your hip, her fingers easily finding your hard and slippery clit. She pressed her fingers to it roughly, rubbing it hard, knowing that after so many orgasms, you were starting to feel numb from over-sensitization.

You let out a sharp cry, tears running down your face. It hurt, and your skin was on fire. But it was exquisite, your body caught in an internal war, desperate to feel the burning buildup to release. You pulled on the ropes, pushing back into Alexia, trying to escape the fingers on your clit, but still searching for the heavy pressure inside of you that only Alexia could bring to fruition.

“Y-yes,” you choked on the word, tears wetting your lips making them sting from the tears. “Please, Alexia. Please,” you sobbed, although you didn't know if you were begging for Alexia to stop or to never stop.

Alexia smiled and gently stroke her fingers, lightly tracing your clit, while she jogged her hips slightly, barely pulling out. It wasn't enough to tip you over the edge, and she knew it. Alexia enjoyed the way you squirmed, the way you pushed back into her, searching for her, trying to rub yourself against Alexia’s fingers. She grasped your hips, ignoring your cries of dismay. She pulled your cheeks apart so she could better see the dildo as she jogged her hips.

Alexia stilled. “Fuck yourself on my cock, princess. Show me how badly you want it.”

It was barely more than a whisper, but you heard it in your heat hazed mind, and you whimpered as you tried to leverage yourself. It was awkward as your tied wrists didn’t allow for much room, but you managed. You jerked your hips forward and then back, fumbling as you tried to find a rhythm, your shoulders ached, and your head hung between your arms, hair sticking to your wet face. It was long moments before you found a rhythm, your shoulders screaming at you as you leveraged them harshly against the strain of the rope. You could feel the heat building inside you, coiling and crackling, as you pumped your hips, fucking yourself on the dildo. But you didn't have enough strength to push yourself over the edge, and you whimpered and cried gasping tears, your body buckling and straining for the last orgasm that was just out of reach.

“Please. Please. Finish me,” you sobbed as your hips stuttered to a halt, and your flesh quaked and clenched around the hard dildo inside of you.

Alexia leaned over and licked the sweat down your spine, smiling at the musky taste. She pulled back, satisfied that you were finally ready. She maintained her grip, spreading your cheeks, and began to pump her hips. She stared down mesmerized by the hypnotic rhythm of her strap disappearing into you. It stirred something in her belly watching how your red muscles grasped at the dildo, sucking it in. She could feel her own orgasm building, the base of the dildo rubbing against her own aching clit. She grits her teeth, determined not to come before you. She reached up and slipped a finger into her mouth, wetting it, and letting her saliva run down it before she pressed her finger against your smaller opening. She circled it gently, teasing it open, and then pushing firmly against it.

She felt you stiffen.

“Breathe. Just breathe.”

And once you had relaxed, she pushed the tip of her finger inside. “Good girl,” she murmured as she pushed in deeper and then pulled out and pushed in again. Soon Alexia had picked up a new rhythm, alternating pumping into your wet sex and pumping her finger between your cheeks. She smiled at the way you groaned and shook, twisting your body, she mumbled and begged with words only half-formed. She could feel you bearing down on her, your muscles clenching harshly around the dildo, and it was hard to pump her hips. She rotated them, grinding against the curve of your bottom. 

You felt your own orgasm crash and spread through her pelvis and abdomen, and you shivered and panted, sweat dripping down your back. You groaned, the tears hot against your cheeks, and every muscle shook violently. You could feel something deep inside, buried in the cracks of your bones pushing out and up, and you were too tired to identify it, to realize that this last orgasm was different from the rest. It scorched every cell of your body, and rose up from the very depths and broke across your skin. You gasped and your entire body twitched and trembled, and you couldn’t see anything, and you could barely feel yourself.

The friction from Alexia’s finger in your bottom grew and expanded into a ball of heat at the base of your spine. You shuddered and groaned, the pressure in your sex igniting the ball at the base of your spine. You felt the flush spread up your spine like a warm blanket on a cold night, and you clenched hard around Alexia’s finger, pulling it deeper into yourself. The orgasm rolled through you leaving you shaking and crying, your muscles sporadically twitching, the relief and pleasure zipping along your nerves, more than you could bear. You were floating, higher than you’d ever been, and you smiled as your muscles stilled in warm lassitude, and you simply floated free. You were dimly aware of something warm and wet scraping across your body, but you didn’t care, all you cared about was the soothing warmth that buoyed your body, and you simply let yourself go.

Alexia bit her lip, slightly worried at the way you slumped on the bed, and she slowly withdrew from you’s tight folds, smiling a little at the wet squelching sound. She pulled her finger out, dropping a soft kiss on the small gaping opening. She hopped off the bed, and quickly unbuckled the harness, and tossed it to the floor. Alexia hurried around to the side of the bed, her fingers fumbling at the knots that held your wrists to the intricate headboard. She looped the soft ropes into the lattice, before turning her attention back to you. Alexia gently rolled you onto your back, smiling when she noticed the soft quirk of your mouth and the dreamy look in your eyes. She stretched you out carefully, one arm supporting your head, while her other hand cupped your face.

“Princess?” Alexia kissed the corner of your mouth, letting her lips linger until you managed to focus on her. “Are you ok? Was it too much?”

You shook your head, smiling a little as you rested in Alexia’s arms, your muscles were heavy and warm, but you were sure you were floating, buoyed on top of waves that rocked you gently. Alexia breathed a sigh of relief and gently laid you back down on the bed. “Be right back,” she murmured as she placed a lingering kiss on your cheek before pulling away.

“Princess?” Alexia chuckled lightly when you groaned, your lips twisting into a frown. “You can sleep as soon as I clean you,” Alexia said as she had a wet cloth and began to clean you, dragging the cloth along your limbs and between your breasts, removing all vestiges of your sweat. Alexia rolled you over carefully, wiping the cloth up and down your back, and then rinsing and wringing the cloth out again. It only took a few minutes, until Alexia was satisfied. She gently rubbed you dry. 

Alexia pulled out the oil and dumped a few drops of the fragrant into her palms. She rubbed them together, and then ran her hands along your wrists, wincing slightly at the red marks left by the rope. You grunted and twisted away, your mind still hazy, barely aware of anything but the air hitting your newly washed body. You shivered and felt the warmth in your limbs start to wane.

“No,” you muttered as you tried to grab on to the feeling, stretch it along your bones, and bury it in your muscles. You whimpered as you felt yourself start to sink. It was cold, and your skin prickled.

Alexia worked quickly, rubbing the soothing oil that had medicinal properties meant to help heal small cuts and inflammation into your wrists and then along the firm globes of your bottom, which still bore the slightest pink of Alexia’s hands.

“I know, I know. It’s ok, princess. I'm here,” Alexia murmured as she finished, and stepped away for a moment, hurrying across the room to grab some water. She poured a cup, splashing it in the process. She cursed under her breath and walked back to you who was starting to grow more and more restless. She helped you into a sitting position, putting the mug to your lips. “Drink.” It took a few minutes but you drank all of it, splashing some that dripped down your naked chest.

You shivered again, your muscles trembling, tears pricking at your eyes. You could feel something empty and cold yawning open in your chest, and you burned your face into Alexia’s chest.

“Make it stop.”

“I will.” Alexia wrapped you in the softest blanket, kept just for this occasion, the inevitable drop. She wrapped you into a cocoon and then wrapped you in her arms.

“I love you. You were perfect. So beautiful and strong,” Alexia murmured as she pressed light kisses to your face. She was rewarded with a deep sigh from you as you pushed your face into the warm crook of Alexia’s neck.

Alexia continued to whisper to you, soothing you and pulling you into sleep, her strong arms sheltering you from the rest of the world. The cold empty spot in your chest was carefully stitched closed with every word Alexia whispered.

summary: maybe you like jealous leah

warnings: jealousy obvs, some steamy stuff but nothing graphic

a/n: all thanks to this request !

word count: 1.4k

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The evening air bubbles with the hum of laughter and conversation, lights casting a warm glow across the garden where you stand, half-listening to someone drone on about their latest holiday. You’re at one of those events, the kind you attend out of obligation more than desire.

A sprawling affair hosted by someone with too much money and too little sense. The atmosphere is as bloated and gaudy as the host's ego, with silk-draped tables groaning under the weight of excessive floral arrangements and waitstaff circulating with trays of canapés so pretentious you can hardly even pronounce the ingredients.

Leah’s somewhere nearby, you know that much. You spotted her a few minutes ago, deep in conversation with a couple of her teammates. Your eyes flick over to her now and then, a subconscious tether that keeps pulling you back.

+18 SMUT

It’s getting to be late at night, and you’re sitting on the couch watching TV. At this point, you weren’t even focusing on the screen as much as you were on keeping your eyes open. That, and the way the couch cushions dipped under your weight, pulling you in like they were lulling you to sleep.

As tired as you felt in the moment, your eyelids stopped feeling so heavy the second Alexia walked in the room. She came over to your spot on the couch, wrapped her arm around you and started watching the show with you.

Once she started kissing your temple and running her fingers over your shoulder, the fatigue was immediately replaced by a sped up heartbeat.

Still nuzzling into your hair, Alexia ran her fingers from your shoulder to the crook of your neck. As she pushed her thumb down to massage the spot, it grazed against your leather collar and she moved back to admire it as though she forgot it was there until she accidentally reminded herself.

Being on all day made even you forget it was there. It’s been there since she put it on you last night before playing together. She grins and pulls your head down to rest on her shoulder. You know she’s thinking about last night too.

“Still wearing it corazón?” Alexia traces a finger along the leather strapped to your neck without looking.

Distracted by the way Alexia started lining your neck with kisses along the collar after asking, you whispered a meek, “uh huh.”

Alexia runs her fingers over the soft spot behind your jaw as she tilts your face towards her to kiss the tip of your nose. Then, she planted two on the corners of your mouth before moving to kiss below your eyes. Another follows on your forehead until you steal one from her on the lips.

Proud at your brazen move, she pulled back to look at you and smile before returning the kiss with twice the force as before.

“I can’t focus when you’re wearing that. Do you know why corazón?”

You shake your head as best you can from the angle and she runs her hand down your arm to take your hand in her own and smooth her thumb over your knuckles.

“I can’t focus, because when I see you wearing that, all I can think about is the day you brought it to me.”

Alexia kisses the spot just below the collar and it makes your heart skip a beat. “You seemed so worried about how I might react. I never want you to be scared around me, corazón, but that look you get when you’re afraid…” she trails off, nuzzling into the crook of your shoulder and letting out a barely audible sigh.

Aleixa pulls back. “But it doesn’t stop there, baby girl. Because then I can’t help but think about what you asked me next, only a few weeks after you started wearing it for me. Do you remember what it was?”

Alexia runs her fingers down your stomach and settles them on your hips. You swallow and try to focus on the question at hand as her nails lightly score the soft skin of your belly.

“I..“ you blush, “I asked you to call me names.”

“Mmm…” Alexia hums and rewards you with another kiss to your neck before she leans over you so you’re on your back beneath her. You shudder, you love feeling her weight on top of you, knowing that she’s in control. You get to let go and have someone else set the pace and decide things for you, it’s like getting to turn off a part of your brain that always worked too hard.

It’s euphoric.

“That’s right, corazón.” Alexia reaches up your shirt with the hand not propping herself up so she can look down at you. “I was so surprised that my good girl wanted me to be so mean to her, but we took to it quickly, didn’t we?”

You close your eyes and nod, “yes, ma’am.”

“Oh,” Alexia praises with another squeeze to your breast, “so polite for me baby.” She changes her tone and her voice sounds deeper suddenly as she rolls a nipple between two fingers and pulls. You gasp. “So obedient, but I need you to keep your eyes open for me, we’re not done talking.”

Feeling as collected as you could possibly be at a time like this, you open your eyes back up and look at Alexia with your complete attention, “There’s a good girl.”

Abandoning your nipples with her hands to make room for her mouth, she leaned down to suck faint bruises across your chest. With one of her newly freed hands, she gripped your waist to balance herself as she moved so one of her thighs was pressing up between your legs.

Your hips started to move involuntarily and little noises began to spill out of your mouth each time you rocked up against her.

Being able to hide her face between your tits, Alexia seemed more composed, but every time your hips met, she had to squeeze you harder to keep herself from making as much noise as you.

“Mmm… Are you excited corazón…”

“Yes, ma’am,” you nod furiously as Alexia looks up at you. “I can show you…”

You take two of her long fingers in your hand and bring them to your mouth, flicking your tongue over her finger tips before giving them a kiss. You take her fingers as far as you can into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you curl your tongue around them, preparing them for what’s to come.

Alexia’s lips parted as she watched the show you were putting on for her in awe. She stared for a moment before snapping out of it and going back to cooing to you.

“I don’t have to be rough at all to get you to submit, do I, corazón? Because you’re just such a good girl. Always so eager to obey…”

As Alexia withdrew her fingers, her eyes seemed distant for a second like she was lost in examples of your listening skills. Not wanting to interrupt her moment, you licked your lips and waited for her next move eagerly.

“Do you want to show me, baby?” Alexia smiled and traced her wet fingers on your cheek in the shape of a heart. The humiliating display of affection made your chest flush and she topped the heart off with a kiss in return.

Nearly missing your chance to answer, you sputtered, “Y-yes, ma’am.”

Alexia's lips continued back along your face and they settled beside your ear to whisper, “Take off your pants and lay on your stomach,” she licked along the shell of your ear, “leave your panties on.”

Not wanting to waste any time, you rush to take off your pants and fold them on the coffee table before laying flat on the couch like she told you to. Being in a hurry was never an excuse to make a mess, and you were nothing if not thorough for her.

Proud of her girl’s behavior, Alexia takes your hands and moves them to your sides so that your arms are straight down. Then, she straddled your back, sitting on her knees and facing your feet. Her calves locked your arms in place beside you, leaving you trapped.

She didn’t put her full weight on you, but the feeling of her on top was still enough to make you wet with anticipation.

Always one to make you wait, Alexia started by massaging your thighs, squeezing the skin beneath her hands, she coaxed the stress from your muscles and hummed when you sighed in relief.

Working towards herself, Alexia reached your ass and curled her fingers into your underwear, pulling them back and to the side as her fingers slid further between your legs. As she moved the fabric, a string of wetness stuck as though it was trying to pull them back.

In the end all it did was make her mouth water as she looked down at you. Alexia ran her hands between your legs, just beside your pussy and you chose to ball your fists instead of groaning, you didn’t want to be a brat for her.

Feeling your knuckles move along the inside of her own thighs, she knows that you just made a good choice and chuckles. Alexia lifts her hands and leaves you aching for her touch when she puts one finger down on the back of your leg.

In capital letters, Alexia traces the word “MINE” into your skin with her nail. It’s not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that the letters appear in red font down your leg.

Wanting to impress her, you piped up, “I am yours…” It didn’t come out quite as powerful as you’d intended it but it was enough to finally earn Alexia touch on your clit.

She rubs over it with her middle finger before dragging it up through your wetness until she reaches your entrance. You squirm between her legs as she teases you by merely circling it, and she squeezes them together to keep you still. Alexia put her other hand down and told you to fold your legs. Once you did, she cupped the knee closest to the edge of the couch. “Spread them all the way, corazón, I’ve got you.” She murmured.

You obeyed and moved to hang one leg off of the side of the couch. As you spread them further apart, Alexia slowly dipped her middle finger inside your pussy. When the legs were as far apart as they could be, she was completely inside you.

Alexia held your leg up so you could focus entirely on the feeling of her inside you. But it wasn’t enough, you wanted more. Knowing how desperate you always are to get filled by her in any capacity, Alexia slowly begins moving the finger out and back in, using the momentum to sneak in a second.

“Can you take one more for me, baby girl?” Alexia says in a babying voice and looks back at you. She licks her teeth and blows a kiss when you turn your head and your eyes meet. That gives you the confidence (and the wetness) you need to say yes and nod furiously into the couch.

Gently pushing in a third, her smile grew bigger as her fingers were buried deeper inside you. You moaned when her knuckles tapped against your ass and she bent her fingers towards your front wall as much as she could from this position.

Alexia made up for the lack of pressure inside you by rubbing your clit and you squealed into the cushions. Her fingers felt so good and you felt so full. She had to snake her arm under your leg to replace the hold on your knee and keep you supported, but it simply gave her easier access and a better view. As her fingers lured more wetness from your pussy, it would drip down to your clit. Less friction for you only meant more speed from her, for which you were grateful. Grateful and very loud. Her hands were coaxing more breathless noises from you as your body tensed with the urge to release.

“You poor thing… do you need to cum?”

“Yes, ma’am, please.”

“Oh what a good girl.” The way her voice dropped to accentuate your title felt as good as her hands on your pussy.

Looking directly between your legs, she finally gave to order. “Cum for me.”

The contractions milked more pleasure from her fingers and pushed it out towards every inch of your body, you could feel the tension unraveling from your head to your toes and you stayed in that state of bliss for longer than ever before.

Alexia stayed right there with you, pumping her fingers and circling your clit, she helped you ride out the entirety of your orgasm before slowing her movements to ease you down from your high.

Her fingers inside you were the first to go, and you shuddered at the loss. Then the ones on your clit stilled and fixed your underwear back into place, covering the mess she made and thus creating a more filthy one as you leaked through the fabric.

Enjoying her spot above you for a moment longer before getting up, she picked your leg that was sliding off the couch up and fit them back together. Once you were fixed to her liking, Alexia came to kneel beside your face. She finished the moment like she started it, by planting a million little kisses across every square inch of your face, worshiping you.

You stayed completely silent as she trailed her lips over your skin reverently, just like before, you stole a kiss to her lips when she took too long giving them their attention as well.

When she sat back on her heels, you smiled at her. You’d have to take a shower and get changed (she’d make sure of it) but for now, you were content laying here mesmerized by the look on her face as she examined yours.

synopsis: just leah handing over her gold amex card. yep.

warnings: none :)

wc: 860 words

“This is such a waste of time” You hear your girlfriend mutter to herself from behind you, but you pay her no mind. You were far too interested in choosing which lip gloss to get. Leah and you were currently in Sephora. Leah had to go shopping for a new outfit for an event she is invited to attend later that week, and after a quick lunch, you all but dragged your reluctant girlfriend into the beauty store. 

Leah didn’t mind makeup, and nowadays with the media and events that she has to do, she was almost used to sitting in a makeup chair and having a makeup artist work on her face. However, outside of the events, Leah kept her face bare and makeup-free. You, on the other hand, were makeup obsessed. You spent an hour longer than your girlfriend when it came to getting ready in the morning because you had an entire skincare and makeup routine. 

“Oi! Quit it!” You playfully slap your girlfriend’s hand away when you see her reach for the open samples of eyeshadow palettes. Knowing how bored your girlfriend was getting, she was probably going to try some shit like wipe the eyeshadow on your arm or something. The blonde pouts, but follows dutifully behind you when you move over to the other section. 

“Oh this one’s quite nice” Untwisting the lipgloss sample, you glance the back of your hand only to frown when you see that there is no space to swatch the product. Checking the other hand, you see it’s already full of other lipstick and lipgloss swatches too. 

You were just about to put the lipstick down when your girlfriend practically thrusts her own hand out in front of you. “Use mine”

“Thanks, baby” Giving her a sweet smile and a kiss on the corner of her lips, you happily swipe the lipgloss wand on the back of her hand. You tilt your head, inspecting the colour before you shake your head. “That’s a nice colour…but would I wear it often?” You mutter more to yourself.

Turning back to the wide selection of colours and shades, you pick up another lipgloss only to swatch the sample product on the back of the blonde’s hand again. Leah rolls her eyes. “what, am I just your personal tester now?”

You turn to your girlfriend, patting her cheek lightly “you did offer, baby.”

Leah rolls her eyes at you but you can see a smile tugging on the corner of her lips. “Whatever. Make it quick”

“Which one should I get, Lee?” You hold up to lipglosses. Instead of an answer, Leah only looks at you with one sharp eyebrow raised. “Is that a trick question?”

You eyebrows furrow. “What is?”

Your girlfriend gestures to the lipglosses. “They’re the same fucking colour, darling”

You wave the two very different colours of lipglosses in the air. “They are not– this one’s more peachy and this one is more pink. Now pick one for me, please! I only want to get one since it’s so bloody expensive”

The blonde groans, and runs a palm down the side of her face like this is the most tedious task in the entire world as if she doesn’t chase a ball for a living. 

Before you could say another word, Leah grabs both of the clearly different lipglosses from your hand and then turns to the selection of lip products on display. She grabs a few more of the tubes in different shades, chucking them in the basket in her hand without even glancing at them, and then makes a beeline straight to the checkout counters.

You jog to catch up to her, just as she greets the lady at the counter. “Lee, I only wanted to get just one–” You reach into the basket, intending to pull out the other twenty products that were’t the ones you came into Sephora to buy.

But Leah grabs your hand, halting your actions. She brings out her wallet from her back pocket. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, baby. I've got it– and since I'm paying, we’ll take it all” She smiles at the lady at checkout, nodding at her to continue scanning what was probably the seventh lip product by now. 

You didn’t even want to glance at the screen as it totals your purchases– it was probably close to half of your monthly rent. You suddenly found the floor much more interesting.

“…the lady needs your card, darling”

Your head snaps up. You stare at your girlfriend, eyes wide in bewilderment. Did her card payment not go through? Is she making you pay for— a quick glance at the screen— £400+ worth of lip products? Is she playing some sick joke by making you pay for it after realising she doesn’t want to spend four hundred pounds on lip products that weren’t even for her—?

but it’s as if your girlfriend can read your mind, because all she does is chuckle and pull you close with an arm around your waist. Leah leans in right by your ear and whispers “your Sephora rewards card, baby”

(also i might’ve changed ending after posting lol so if you read the OG ending, lucky you but shhhh!)

bro leah in a suit lately got me feeling some type of way. she's definitely the type to spoil her partner in every way thanks to that dyson headphones check!!!

might start doing these shorter blurbs more often :))