#alexiaimagine

You’re not sure how it happened, one minute you had stormed away as Alexia dictated your training from the sidelines, the next she was following you in to the locker rooms where you were currently shouting in each others faces.

“You need to….” Alexia punctuated every word taking a step closer, effectively trapping you between herself and the wall.

“No Alexia I don’t need to do anything you tell me to do, you’re not in charge!”

You finally understood what people meant when they said that a persons eyes could ‘flash’ with anger.

You stuttered about to apologise to the Captain when she aggressively shoved you against the wall.

“What the fu…” You didn’t get a chance to finish your profanity as the Catalonians lips were suddenly against yours, you opened your mouth allowing her tongue entrance.

Alexia’s hands skimmed your jersey, lifting it up as her finger tips danced across your abdomen. She begun to trail kisses down your neck and sucked on your pulse point. You let out an involuntary moan.

Just as you felt yourself relax with the pleasure radiating through your body she pulled you forward and spun you round before pushing you back against the wall. You turned your face so your cheek was flat against the coolness of the tiles.

Alexia’s hand dipped into your shorts from behind, she ran a fingertip over your clothed centre causing you to jerk backwards.

“So wet.” Alexia returned to kissing your neck whilst you tried to push back against her hand seeking more contact than what she was giving. “Feels like you don’t mind me being in charge.” She chuckled as she pulled your underwear to one side stroking you a few times.

“Do you want this y/n?” Her breath tickles your ear.

“Yes.” As soon as the confirmation left your mouth she thrust two fingers inside of your aching core and set a relentless pattern, one arm flexing as she pumped onto you, the other supporting you against the wall.

As she felt you near your climax she pulled her hand out of your shorts.

You strained your neck to look at her.

“Turn around.” She ordered, as soon as you did she kissed you passionately.

Alexia dipped her hand inside your shorts again and slowly teased your sensitive bud.

“Who’s in charge baby?” She asked innocently pressing a little firmer against your clit as she awaited the answer.

You hated giving in to her but you needed her to finish what she had started.

“You are.”

Happy with your answer she resumed her previous pattern.

“I want you to cum all over my fingers y/n, cum for me baby.” She coaxed as you came undone. She stroked you slowly elongating your orgasm.

Alexia sucked her fingers dry and smiled as you before bringing you in for another kiss.

“You’d best clean up y/n, I’ll wait for you in the car.” She pecked your lips again before heading for the door, grabbing the handle she turned back to you.

“How does Sushi for dinner sound?”

You swallowed thickly still trying to calm down.

“Sounds great.”

Alexia gave you one of her dazzling smiles.

“Love you y/n.” She winked as she opened the door.

“Love you too.”

Untitled - because I can’t think of one 😕

August 30th 2020

Standing with hands on hips and head held high high you refused to sink to your knees in despair. Every inch of you ached, your muscles clenching in fatigue but you would not go down, around you some of your team mates were on the floor, defeated, heads hung low, some wiping away tears from their red cheeks.

Confetti was strewn across the pitch at your feet. You hadn’t just wanted to win the Champions League for the obvious reasons, you’d wanted to win it to prove to your ex-girlfriend that you didn’t care, that she hadn’t shattered your heart and your life, to show that for something, you were good enough.

You saw her, Dzenifer Marozsán, lifting her team mate into the air in celebration, the same team mate you had walked in on with her head thrown back in pleasure and your girlfriends head between her legs.

Sarah fucking Bouhaddi.

Forcing yourself to look away you stared up at the scoreboard, the bright lights mocking you.

You didn’t need to put on a brave face and go round greeting the fans, there were no fans.

You wished your Dad was here, complaining of the ‘Sub Lime’ green home shirt he would wear with y/n on the back but covid restrictions meant he wasn’t there, the stadium was empty.

“How are you?” A voice broke your thoughts.

Dzenifer stood in front of you.

You had barely registered her presence when she was aggressively shoved to the side.

“You don’t get to know that anymore Marozsán.” Your team mate and friend, Pernille took her place beside beside you.

Dzenifer rolled her eyes.

“Whatever I tried.” She said, walking back to her team mates who were still celebrating across the field.

Pernille placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Look y/n I know it is shit we didn’t win and I know this hurts but given everything going on in the world right now, well I figure losing isn’t so bad.”

You nodded through the tears that threatened to spill. Marching away from your team mates and in to the tunnel you quickly arrived at the changing rooms. You slammed the door open wide and kicked a stray boot across the floor in frustration. Rifling through your bag you pulled your phone out, ignoring the messages sitting in your inbox you dialled your agents number, without giving them a chance to even greet you, you said the two words that you knew would change your life.

“I’m in.”

………..

The taxi dropped you off at the training ground.

You had signed the contract with your new team only 48 hours after the loss against Lyon giving you just over a week to pack your things and say goodbye. Wolfsburg had not been happy with you, expecting you to resign with them, even more so after it was announced Pernille Harder was also leaving. She was a good friend, she had understood the need to leave, she didn’t tell you that you had made a rash decision like a lot of your team mates had.

You snapped out of your thoughts by a young man hurriedly approaching you looking slightly flustered.

“Y/n y/ln I am Jonatan, assistant coach, welcome to Barcelona.” He smiled shaking your hand.

You hoisted your sports bag onto your shoulder.

“I’m glad to be here.” You responded truthfully, Jonatan gestured for you to walk together towards the entrance of the training facility.

“I’m a big fan y/n, that final was a close game, you played very well I hope you can bring some of that passion and dedication to Barca. Maybe you can lift that Champions League trophy with us.”

You were taken aback at the positivity. Having grown accustomed to the negativity you had endured over the last few months at Wolfsburg you couldn’t help but allow yourself some hope for the future.

Jonatan led you through the facility and into a small conference room where he handed you your first Barca shirt. The team photographer appeared, introducing themselves before taking a shot of you holding your shirt up before another man bustled into the room followed by a woman from the coaching staff.

“Y/n this is Lluis Cortez team manager.”

Cortez stepped forward shaking your hand.

“Y/ln in a Barca shirt, some things are just meant to be.”

More photos, this time of you and Cortez as you pretended to sign your contract again.

“Right, change and I will see you on the field.” Cortez said, leaving the room taking Jonatan with him.

The woman Cortez had arrived with guided you to the changing rooms.

“Y/n!” A voice cried out, you saw a flash of garnet out of the corner of your eye, swiftly turning you managed to catch the girl jumping on you.

“Lieke.” You hugged your international team mate, as she wrapped her legs around your waist.

“Finally a fellow Dutchie, I am so glad you’re here.” She exclaimed, you could feel the happiness radiating off your friend.

“Ladies this is y/n y/ln.” Lieke shouted across the changing rooms.

You were greeted with hugs, high fives and kisses on both cheeks. You knew you were blushing at all the attention.

…….

Two weeks into pre season and you could safely say you were getting along with most of the team. You’d say mostly because there was one nut you had yet to crack.

The elusive Alexia Putellas.

Whenever you would speak to the woman she would give one word answers in a voice so soft you’d think you imagined the response. She would twirl her hair in a nervous habit so much you had day dreamed of yanking her hair and….

Nope!

No!

You had sworn off getting involved with a fellow footballer ever again.

Feeling a thump to the back of your head you turned just in time to catch Hermoso grinning widely and Alexia herself, looking apologetic.

“So sorry y/n Alexia just seems to have no control whenever you are around.” Jenni called out running over to retrieve the ball that had just hit you on the head.

“No worries Jenni.” You responded, raising a hand to rub at the sore part of your skull.

“We are having dinner at mine later, just a few of us, will you come?” The taller woman asked tucking the ball under her arm.

“Sounds good to me what time?” You replied happily as Alexia approached you both.

“Seven is perfect.” Jenni answered.

“Perfect?” Alexia mumbled in question to her friend.

“I’ll text you the address.” Jenni smiled, she turned dragging Alexia with her.

Pre season vacations with the squad always made you happy, firstly because you came together as a team and got relax and reset yourselves for the season ahead and secondly because of the anticipation for the aforementioned season ahead.

In the youth camps of Barcelona and the Spanish international team you had become best friends with Alexia Putellas, as you grew up together you’d become more and more attracted to one another. She was your first everything and you were hers but you were never official, everyone knew you hooked up but neither of you wanted to ruin your friendship by labelling yourselves.

When you’d departed in 2015 to play for PSG at the age of 21 Alexia had become closer to Jenni whilst you embraced living in France dating various different players until you met Dzsenifer Marozsán when she joined Lyon in 2016. What started as rivalry quickly turned attraction.

So whilst you made things official with the German midfielder Alexia did so with Jenni.

Her relationship with Jenni was rocky to say the least, their team mates never knew if they were on or off or if they would be even on speaking terms.

At the time you had thought you had fared much better with Dzsenifer, you had been honest with her about Alexia which caused untold jealousy especially when you were at national camp together which resulted in you promising not to room with her or interact with her too much without others present. As a result you and Alexia started to drift apart until that is, one weekend when you travelled to visit Dzsenifer and found her knuckles deep in one of her team mates.

So you returned to Spain, back to Barcelona after the departure of Jenni Hermoso in 2017, a direct swap with you leaving PSG and her joining them.

You’d rekindled your friendship with Alexia which naturally progressed into resuming the relationship you had before, hooking up except this time you had managed to keep it quiet from the team.

Which led you to now, sitting outside a small cafe with the squad in Santorini chatting and sipping espressos.

“So Jenni is coming back.” Patri smirked at Alexia wiggling her eyebrows.

You had been scrolling through your phone whilst chatting with Vicky Losada when Patri spoke.

You felt Vicky’s hand on your shoulder, she was the only person who knew about the two of you.

The girls had erupted into chatter about Jenni’s imminent arrival and begun teasing Alexia who blushed profusely at the attention.

“I need to get some bits for Emma.” Vicky announced standing up. “Come with me y/n you can carry the bags.” She ordered grabbing your arm and pulling you to your feet and pulling you away from the cafe in search of gifts for her girlfriend, Irish goalkeeper Emma Byrne.

As you walked towards a small shop selling trinkets Vicky nudged you.

“You okay y/nn?” She asked delicately.

You stopped to look at some postcards on a stand.

“Of course.” You replied spinning the card holder round.

“Just because she’s coming back doesn’t mean they will get back together this time.” Vicky pushed the conversation knowing you wouldn’t.

You pursed your lips. On the inside you felt like your mind was in chaos.

“Is this why you haven’t resigned your contract y/n?” She asked picking up a bracelet to inspect it.

You should of realised that Vicky as Captain would know about your contract negotiations.

“You haven’t resigned?” A voice came from behind you. You turned to see Alexia staring at you intently a sad look on her face.

“I’m going to continue my shopping, you two need to talk.” Vicky instructed pushing you both towards the exit of the little shop.

Alexia grabbed your hand, leading you through the winding alleyways back to your hotel. Neither of you said a word until you reached the door to your shared room, once inside she spun suddenly and pulled you into a hug.

“You’re leaving aren’t you.” She whispered, her chin resting on your shoulder.

You sighed heavily and inhaled the scent of her perfume, you face was in neck.

“I can’t stay.” You choked out.

Alexia run her hands over your back soothingly.

“I want you to stay.”

You could feel your eyes swimming with tears.

“I can’t stay and watch you be with someone who isn’t me Ale.” You admitted, Alexia pulled back suddenly, a hand on both your shoulders and looked you in the eye.

“This is because Jenni is coming back.” She asked, she wiped a stray tear from your cheek.

You swallowed, avoiding eye contact.

“I know I was a distraction after she left and I was ok with that at first but now…” You trailed off not wanting to say the words that swam around your head.

Alexia tilted your chin to look at you.

“You weren’t the distraction y/n, she was the distraction from you.” She spoke so quietly you thought you’d misheard her.

“I never wanted to push you especially after your ex but I can’t just be friends with you anymore y/n.” A tear fell from Alexia’s eyes as she offered you a small smile.

“Stay.” She pleaded resting her forehead against yours. “Stay with me y/n.” She begged.

“But Jenni.” You started to say taking a step back from the woman in front of you.

Alexia grabbed your hands in her own.

“Jenni knows, she’s always known its why we broke up. She knew I could never love her like I love you.”

You gazed into Alexia’s eyes, seeing the sincerity and the emotion in them.

“I will never hurt you like Dzsenifer did, I love you so much.” Her tears fell freely as she stood in front of you waiting for you to reply.

You nodded, wiping the tears from her face as you stepped forward.

“I love you.” You declared feeling the weight finally lift from your chest as admitting your feelings.

Alexia wrapped you up in her arms pressing small kisses to your face until you finally let out a giggle at her actions.

“Will you be mine?” She asked nervously as she held you in her arms.

You smiled and drew her in to a passionate kiss.

Espressos and Assumptions

You were sitting at the Espresso bar in the hotel that the Spanish National Team were staying in for some friendlies with Mapi Leon, nursing a now cold coffee.

“You need to tell her how it is making you feel y/n.” Mapi said poking your shoulder in jest.

You shook your head.

“I don’t want to seem like I have a problem.” You replied glumly swirling the dark liquid round in the white cup.

Mapi sighed folding her arms on the bar and resting her head on them.

“Not to point out the obvious but you do have a problem and yeah she isn’t helping matters. I don’t know why the rest of the team can’t know it’s been what a year now.”

“Eleven months.” You corrected her, your mood considerably downcast.

“Would you like a fresh one?” The barista asked smiling at you. You nodded and she quickly took your cup.

“I don’t know how you can be with her but barely acknowledge each other in public, sounds more like a booty call to me.” Mapi said lifting her head up and sitting back on the stool.

“Yeah thanks Mapi!” You glared at your friend. She put her hands up apologetically.

“I just mean I want to spend all my time with Ingrid and not just in the bedroom.” She explained.

You continued to glare at her.

“That doesn’t make it better Mapi, besides, Alexia would rather spend time with Jenni and the others.” You reasoned defending the absent woman.

“Hola.” Andrea Pereira shouted happily trying to jump on to the stool next to you but failing, she used the foot rests to climb on and smiled triumphantly at you at and Mapi.

You laughed, Andrea never failed to amuse you. Mapi chuckled softly beside you.

“That’s right laugh it up you giant.” Andrea laughed shoving your shoulder.

The barista returned with your fresh espresso, as she placed it down she made sure to brush her hand against yours.

“I’m a big fan by the way, I have a break soon if you would like to, you know, discuss tactics.” She winked, slipping her handwritten telephone number on the bar in front of you before turning and walking away, swaying her hips.

Mapi raised her eyebrows in shock whilst Andrea raised her arm waving her hand.

“Could she not see me?” She asked frantically. “Didn’t even take my order.” She grumbled. You laughed again at your friend, picking up the number you handed it to her.

“Here, maybe call it through.” You picked up your espresso and excused yourself from your friends, heading outside to the small hotel garden.

Andrea finally got her coffee, albeit from a different barista and together with Mapi walked back to the breakfast room the rest of the team were in.

“Hoy Andrea where’s our coffee?” Leila laughed from where she sat with Alexia and Jenni.

“This coffee is sacred I had to wait ages, whilst y/n got served not only coffee but the baristas number!” Andrea exclaimed as she sat down not noticing the look that came over Alexia’s face.

Mapi smirked at her friend.

“Well she’s single so why not?” Mapi answered earning a glare from Alexia who knew that the blond was well aware of the relationship. Jenni who also knew tensed from where she sat next to the Barca Captain.

“Go on y/n!” Leila cheered earning a laugh from Ingrid who had come over to sit with her girlfriend Mapi.

“What’s y/n done now?” She asked leaning over to peck Mapi on the lips.

“She’s going to meet up with the barista of the coffee bar on her break.” Andrea answered inspecting a croissant closely before trying to fit the entire thing in her mouth.

At this, Alexia stood up abruptly from her chair, her knees hitting the table causing the cutlery to clang.

“Excuse me.” She said before storming towards the Espresso bar.

“She must really want some coffee.” Andrea said amongst a mouthful of croissant.

Jenni looked at Mapi who simply shrugged her shoulders, Jenni being Alexia’s best friend also knew about the relationship and stood up to quickly follow her friend in case she did anything stupid.

Andrea watched her go, swallowing her food she sipped on her coffee.

“Jenni must really want some too.” She mused.

Leila looked around bewildered.

“What just happened?” She asked looking directly at Mapi.

Mapi just shrugged her shoulders again, Leila stood up and chased after Jenni, Ingrid slapped Mali’s shoulder who groaned and stood up preparing to defend you if needed. They followed Leila out.

“Well it is good coffee.” Andrea said to herself as she continued her breakfast.

Alexia had asked a passing barista where they usually took their breaks, perplexed they had simply pointed to an exit that led to the side of the building.

She rushed out and found who she assumed was the barista that had flirted with you and stormed up to her.

“Where y/n?”

The barista took an step back shocked at the angry woman approaching her.

“I don’t know, I asked her to meet me but she hasn’t turned up.” She replied.

Alexia turned abruptly seeing her teammates behind her she stormed back into the hotel and passed the espresso bar where she saw you through the glass windows sitting in the garden with your eyes closed.

A shadow cast itself over you as you were enjoying the morning sun. Opening your eyes you saw Alexia with a furious look on her face.

“The barista gave you her number.” Was all she said. You frowned seeing your team mates huddled behind the furious woman, Mapi mouthed an apology to you.

You stood up, Alexia didn’t move back so you were now practically nose to nose.

“I didn’t take it.” You responded calmly.

“Good!” Alexia grasped the back of your neck.

“Because you’re mine.” She finished before pulling you in for an aggressive kiss.

Behind her your team mates, apart from Mapi and Jenni stood staring in shock.

You broke the kiss, staring at Alexia.

“Everyone will know.” You whispered not quite believing Alexia had outed you both.

“Let them know.” Alexia smiled stroking the side of your face.

“I love you y/n and I want everyone to know that you are mine and I am yours.” She said softly, you could hear Leila awwing in the background.

“So all I had to do is make you jealous?” You asked teasingly. Alexia frowned slightly and shook her head.

“No please don’t do that.” She pouted and kissed you again.

The back door slammed open revealing Andrea with yet another coffee and croissant.

“Did you guys get your coffee?” She asked munching on the French delicacy.

“I mean the service isn’t great but it’s worth the wait.” She sipped her drink. Leila shook her head in disbelief.

“I can see now she genuinely didn’t realise what she was telling me did she.” Alexia laughed at the smaller Spaniard juggling her food with her cup.

You laughed pulling Alexia in for a hug.

‘Alexia smirked at you as her head dipped between your legs licking a strip up your drenched…’

You quickly closed the tumblr app as the coach came to a stop outside Hampden Park Stadium.

“Oye y/n/n are you looking at lingerie again you look a bit flushed?” Jenni teased as the team started standing up in order to depart the coach.

“You going to dress up for me y/n?” Mapi Leon shouted from a few rows in front which quickly earned her an elbow to the ribs by Leila Ouahabi who was stood next to her frowning.

“I’m joking, dios mío!” Mapi replied in earnest trying to convince the taller woman.

Mapi was pushed down the aisle by her team mates who were eager to leave the bus.

Ona slapped you lightly on the back as she passed you a smile plastered on her face.

You hung back letting the others leave, Alexia, who had been sitting in the row behind you had a smirk on her face as she paused to look at you.

“So are you?” She asked stepping closer.

You gulped, reading fan fiction about herself and Alexia had not been a good idea when she was surrounded by other people.

“Am I what?” You replied confused by what she was asking.

Alexia’s mouth was suddenly next to your ear and she nipped your ear lobe.

“Drenched?” She asked, being the last two on the bus she brought her hand up squeezed your breast.

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t respond. No matter how many times you had fucked the instant arousal from just being near Alexia clouded your mind.

“Always be aware of what people can see from behind you y/n/n!” She whispered before hoisting her kit bag up her shoulder and walking down the aisle, she paused at the end realising your weren’t behind her.

“Are you coming?” She winked before defending the steps.

You signed, grabbing your own kit bag and made your way to the exit.

“I wish.”

———————————————-

You lined the ball up perfectly on the spot, taking a deep breathe you take a few steps backwards.

Alexia had drawn a foul in the box, this was your chance you help Spain take the lead.

You aimed for the top bin and struck the ball perfectly, Scotland’s goalkeeper Alexander dove the wrong way and you heard the swooshing of the net.

Alexia was on you in seconds, her legs wrapped around your waist as She kissed your forehead cheering. Your team mates surrounded you, each hugged your shoulder as Alexia was still in your arms.

“You should probably get down now Ale you whispered to her. Alexia blushed not realising she had been clinging to you.

The match continued 1-0, you took a few knocks from the Scottish players, you spotted a loose pass from Weir and run top speed towards it only to feel impact in the small of your back, you struggled to stop yourself, you managed to jumped over the ball but stumbled clattering into the perimeter advertising.

The sound the crowd made was like as if they had collectively taken in a sharp breath. Worryingly you felt nothing until you wiped away what you assumed to be sweat from your forehead.

That’s when you caught sight of the blood on your hands, across the pitch you could see the medics scrambling to get to you, next to you Mapi was pushing the small Scottish player Cuthbert to one side to get to you. One look at you and her face paled, she turned abruptly and shoved Cuthbert backwards until she tumbled onto her backside.

It was as the crowd was leaving, the sound was getting further away.

Then Alexia appeared in front of you, cradling your face in her hands.

“Stay awake y/n, for Christ sake just stay awake please baby.”

In an effort to stop her from being covered in the blood that seemed to spurt liberally from your head you grabbed her forearm, thus covering her in blood anyway.

Was everyone leaving? Why was it so quiet?

“Baby.” You were sure that was Alexia’s voice but you couldn’t tell, your head hurt and you felt so tired you could barely keep your eyes open. So you let them close.

The beeping noise was coming closer.

You were not physically there, you knew that, you were not physically anywhere but your mind was. As the beeping noise got closer and closer you could hear voices. It sounded like you were underwater. Focusing on the voices trying to decipher what they were saying you had blocked out the beeping until it was so close it felt as if it was beside you.

You jerked awake, your body shuddering as if falling in your sleep.

“Y/n!”

“Get a doctor.”

“She’s awake, what do we do she’s awake.”

“She’s not Frankensteins Monster Mapi we get a doctor.”

With sheer willpower you opened your eyes. Red shirts crowded the room, it was bewildering.

Everyone continued talking over one another, until a stern voice called out.

“Right everyone out, I need to see my patient.” The Glaswegian insisted. A stern looking women with greying hair and wiry glasses perched on the end of her nose. She couldn’t have more than 5 foot in height but the chatter died down.

You wanted to call out but your throat was dry and constricted. You coughed, thankfully the Doctor brought a beaker with a straw to your lips.

“Thank you.” You managed to get out.

The Doctor ushered your team mates out of the room.

“Ale.” You sounded desperate, you knew that but you needed to know she was there.

“I’m here y/n.” Alexia grabbed your hand. Her eyes were red.

“You’ve been crying?” You asked concerned for the older woman.

“Well aye Miss y/ln you gave your team mates quite a fright and they to my other patients might I add. Are they always this loud?”

Alexia hung her head shaking it in amusement, you giggled which caused your Captain to make eye contact with you.

“So y/n.” The Doctor caught your attention ad she stood at the foot of your hospital bed with your medical notes in her hands.

“Do you remember what happened?” The Doctor probed.

You thought back, your memories seemed jumbled and hard to pin down.

Alexia looked at you worried.

“No.” You admitted.

“You came in with a subdural hematoma, a concussion. MRI showed no cranial bleeds. We’ve surtured the head wound, you may have some scarring to the area of impact other than that I am going to have the nurses monitor you for the next hour and then my dear you are free to go.”

“What about flying home?” Alexia asked earnestly.

“I cannot see any reason at this moment however if y/n’s symptoms change or worsen we will need to reevaluate.”

The Doctor scribbled some notes on the paperwork before returning it to the slot at the end of the bed.

“Nice to meet you both, even if you beat us.” The Doctor chuckled leaving the room.

You looked at Alexia, she looked exhausted, she was still covered in grass stains, and, you suddenly noticed blood.

“Ale what happened are you ok?” You asked nodding your head at the blood on her arms.

Alexia stood up, she practically climbed on the bed to hug you.

“It’s not my blood.” She said pressing kisses over your face, she stopped near your mouth looking at you for permission.

You caught her lips with your own, it was a soft kiss.

You pulled back, looking into her eyes.

“You’re not going to hurt me.” You comforted her. She met your lips again this time with more aggression.

“I was so worried.” She said breaking for air before kissing you again.

“There was so much blood.” Her tongue run along your bottom lip.

“I don’t wanna just be casual anymore.” She breathed. You didn’t respond causing her to stop kissing you. Your eyes were closed, scared if you opened them she would see everything, the emotions, the feelings you had for her.

“Y/n?” She asked, about to get off the bed.

You grabbed her waist practically pulling her on top of you.

“I don’t want to be casual either.” You admitted, finally opening your eyes.

“I know we said no feelings but I fucked up.” You maintained eye contact, it was now or never.

Alexia sighed playing with your fingers.

“I fucked up too.”

You smiled and leaned in for another kiss.

“Well that’s the strangest way I’ve ever heard two people say I love you.”

Alexia pulled back so quickly she practically fell off the bed.

You would have been offended had it not been for the apologetic look on her face and the way she sat back down next to you on the bed gently stroking your hair.

“I was about to ask why Ale was calling you baby earlier but no need.” Mapi grinned.

Your team mates crowded the door, some craning their necks to see what was going on.

“What happened I can’t see.” Marta’s voice carried over from the back of the cluster of women in the doorway.

“We found out who y/n was modelling the lingerie for.” Mapi shouted in response.

Alexia blushed and hid her face in your neck.

“I knew something was going on!” Jenni cheered, she climbed onto the bed the other side of you.

“I’m not going to do the best friend thing and threaten you y/n because we all know if we threw hands I would own you.” She paused smirking at Ale. “And not in the way Ale probably does.

Alexia’s arm shot out to slap Jenni on the arm.

“Ouch, y/n is she always like this?” She laughed.

You relaxed into Alexia’s arms.

“Not at the breakfast table y/n!” Marta exclaimed taking the vacant seat next to you.

You were mindlessly scrolling through pictures on your phone whilst pushing a errant cluster of your cereal on the table. You hadn’t even noticed your National teammates joining the table.

“Busted!” Ona laughed sitting opposite you. You sarcastically laughed back at her before flicking the piece of cereal at her, smirking as it hit and clung to her hair.

“Puta.” She laughed trying to pull it from her hair.

“Y/n/n scores again!” Jenni smiles winking at you. She sat down next to Ona with Alexia taking the seat next to her. Alexia smiled at you before turning her attention to her plate.

“What are you even looking at?” Ona asked concentrating on pulling the cereal out of the end of her hair, smiling once successful she popped the piece in her mouth and with both elbows on the table she rested her face in her hands giving you her undivided attention.

You stared in disgust, your mouth slightly open.

“Naked ladies.” Marta summarised sipping her coffee.

You nodded without fully listening, when you managed to process what she had said you whipped your head round glaring at her.

“What! No! I’m looking at lingerie!” You said defensively.

Jenni laughed gleefully elbowing Alexia who in turn dropped her fork with a clatter.

“Aww little y/n/n is a little perv.” The sides of mouth pulling down in an act to portray empathy.

Marta grabbed the phone out of your hands and begun scrolling.

“Jesus y/n are you quitting football to become a escort or is there someone you have in mind to model these for?” With that Ona and Jenni practically launched themselves over the table to take a look.

You chanced looking in Alexia’s directly embarrassed as to what your Captain might be thinking.

“Look Ale, what do you think.” Jenni now had your phone and sat back down putting it in front of Alexia.

Alexia’s face gave nothing away, she looked at the screen, looked at you and then carried on with her breakfast.

“Who are you going to wear them for y/n?” Ona pried taking great amusement from her friends discomfort.

“I didn’t even know you were seeing someone.” Marta smirked nudging your shoulder.

“Come on ladies, training!” A shout from across the canteen saved you from answering.

Everyone quickly gathered their possessions, disposing of their trays on their way out the others walked ahead leaving you with grinning Jenni by your side.

“So……” Jenni smirked.

“So.” You replied looking straight ahead as your exited the building to start the walk to the training pitch.

Training went ahead with a only a few comments thrown your way by the girls at breakfast apart from Alexia who simply avoided eye contact and purposely kept distance between you.

After finishing and heading for a shower you were taking your time packing up your things, saying goodbye to the other girls as they made their way back to the hotel which was a short walk down the street. The locker room fell silent, you were so deep in thought it was only when you turned around that you saw Alexia standing there.

Her face was expressionless, she slipped her forefinger into the top of your waistband and tugged you towards her, you gave her a smile which she returned immediately.

“Do you know how hard it was picturing you in lingerie all morning and not being able to touch you?” She whispered into your ear gently nipping your lobe.

“No, maybe you should show me how frustrated it made you.” You breathed back running your hands up her toned arms until you gripped the skin on the back of her neck and brought her close until you were nose to nose.

Alexia smirked, pushing you forcefully against the lockers her body flush against yours and gave you a bruising kiss, her tongue sought entrance and you allowed it caressing your tongue against hers.

“So fucking hard not to tell them you wear it for me. You are buying more?” She hummed moving to kiss your jawline.

“Well someone keeps ripping it off me.”

Her lips return to yours briefly.

“They’re in the way of what’s mine.”

You feel Alexia move to your neck, you bite your lip to stop any sound coming out when she sucks on your pulse point.

“I love when you try and be quiet y/n, it makes me work harder.”

Alexia drops to her knees in front of you, she roughly pulls down your shorts and underwear in one swoop and makes you lift each foot to remove them completely.

She teasingly leaves butterfly kisses on your thighs as nudges your legs further apart, you feel the cool air hit your hot, sensitive pussy and involuntarily clench.

“Alexia please!” you know she loved it when you begged.

“What do you want me to do baby?” She purrs looking up at you with her big hazel eyes.

“I want you to fuck me like you’ve paid for it.”

You didn’t need to look at Alexia to know she would be smirking up at you, it was a private joke between you, fucking like you paid for it, meaning hard and fast from the start so you could get release as soon as possible.

Your eyes slammed shut and your head went back mouth agape as the woman on her knees in front of you buried her head between your legs, her tongue plunging into your aching core.

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

“Alexia” You cried out as you come undone with her head between your thighs.

It was at this point you jolted awake aware of a pooling of liquid inside your underwear.

You opened your eyes, you were spread across your girlfriend in bed, your body flung over hers so that you were pressed against her leg, her bare leg on which your crotch was sitting.

You look up at her face only to see she was already awake and smirking at you.

“That good huh?” She laughed making no attempt to move.

“You were practically humping my leg in your sleep y/n.” She laughed again, before leaning down to capture your lips with hers.

You kiss her back still aroused from your dream, Alexia moved slightly putting pressure against your core.

“Meh you were ok.” You flippantly reply easing your tongue into Alexia’s mouth. Alexia smiled into the kiss before flipping you onto your back. Breaking the kiss she continue to move down your body leaving open mouthed kisses right down to the waistband of your underwear.

Hooking the sides with her thumbs she pulled them down agonisingly slow.

“Alexia I swear just hurry up and fuck me.” You demanded, squirming in anticipation.

Alexia looked back up at you her big hazel eyes looking so innocent.

“But baby you’ve already come once, I’m going to have my fun now.”

“You’re evil Ale you know that don’t….” You failed to finish your sentence as Alexia pushed two fingers straight into you, they glided freely thanks to how wet you were and begun a ruthless pounding, she dipped her head, using her other hand to part you to access you more freely you felt your orgasm building and couldn’t help but cry out when it hit you like a huge wave.

“That’s it y/n let me hear you.” She slows her pace withdrawing her fingers and licking the length of you before pushing herself up from the bed.

You look up at her in confusion until she opens the top drawer of the dresser and pulls out your favourite piece. You’d been gifted it as a birthday present as a joke from a friend but at just under 7inches and with the added bonus of being able to vibrate it had become a firm favourite between you and Alexia.

Slipping it on with ease Alexia climbs back onto the bed.

“Turn around, on your knees.” She commands.

She slides the piece against your wetness effectively coating it.

“We don’t even need lube y/n you’re so fucking wet baby.” She hums in satisfaction.

You bite your lip as the dildo glides against you before Alexia pulls back and enters you in one push.

Knee Slides and Petty Jibes

“Stop” Alexia whined hiding her face into y/n’s shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips.

Since returning to your shared apartment after Barcelona’s title win over Real Madrid you had let your inner child loose, bombarding Alexia with memes and GIFS of failed knee slides.

“I score two goals and we win the league with 6 games in hand and all you take from the entire match is my epic knee slide?” She laughs raising her head to look you in the eyes.

You put your phone on the side table next to the settee you’re currently curled up on with your girlfriend.

“Epic fail more like” You start laughing only for Alexia to hide her face again this time into your neck”.

You managed to calm down your laughing and gaze down to her, thoughts filling your head.

You move back allowing Alexia’s head to raise up, you tilt her chin so she is once again looking you in the eye. You bite your lip knowing she loves it.