#asks.daph

“You better get your girl, Kei!” A very drunk Alexia laughs out, “Before your best friend does.”

Keira’s eyebrows draw together in confusion, her eyes searching out to where her captain’s sights are set. And oh what a sight she is met with— you, her sweet angel, pressed up against Leah on the dance floor. You’re still high off the win, and even more elated from seeing your old english teammates celebrating with you. It’d been quite a day at the UEFA, both of your groups collecting a victory in your matches.

Now here you are, three shots deep and your adrenaline making you act out a lot more than you normally would. You’re usually such a good girl for Keira. An absolute picture perfect sub— admired by all who saw the two of you interact. She loves the way you heed her every word, never arguing or disagreeing when she tells you to do something. So it’s a surprise to her when you just smile at her, and grind your ass back against Leah when she motions for you to come towards her.

Keira feels her jaw clench as her fingers tighten around the glass in her hand, and she makes the continuous decision to set it down before she ends the night early getting stitches. She starts making her way through the crowd, her eyes never leaving yours as she does. Leah’s whispering something in your ear, and you bite your lips at whatever it is. A blush crossing your cheeks as you finally break the intense gaze of your girlfriend. Leah’s hands are circling around your middle now, her palms resting low on your abdomen as she presses you against her even tighter.

You can hear your heart thumping in your ears now. A pit deepens in your stomach as Keira rapidly approaches you, her hand instantly wrapping around your wrist as she yanks you into her body. You stumble at first, your free hand coming up to balence yourself against her chest. You feel like your blood is molten lava under your skin, and you aren’t sure if it’s the alcohol or your actions that’s causing the burning sensation to pump through your veins.

Maybe it’s the good girl deep inside of you burning alive from the guilt of acting out…but the sexy look on your girlfriend’s face quickly sweeps that notion from your mind. I mean how could you feel guilty when your pussy is throbbing from the way her nails angrily dig into your skin…you should right? You should feel guilty about how much it turns you on to see her jealous and hot headed with anger, but it doesn’t. It only makes you smile up at her as your hands go behind you to find her best friend, and pull her back against your body.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Her hands moves down to your waist as she tightens her grip there, knocking Leah’s away in the process.

“Well, i wasn’t just gonna sit on your lap all night because you didn’t wanna dance with me,” you make sure to roll your eyes as you say it— playing up on the brattiness to test her boundaries in front of company. It feels so much safer to do it with so many eyes on you. Because in your mind, what can she really do to you in a room full of hundreds of people? So it inflates your confidence, your ego, and your desire for her break to you back down into a pliable little sub. It’s like you have a sugar rush from all the praise and sweetness she’s always shown you, but you’re finally coming down from the high…and boy are you crashing HARD. You’re craving to see the rougher side of your sickly sweet girlfriend has been growing steadily for weeks now. At least, ever since she let it slip that she’s a brat tamer during a drunk truth or dare last month.

-

You had called her out with a big hearty laugh, “Oh Kei, come on! You’re like the total opposite of that. You’ve never even raised your voice at me, let alone spank me back into my place!”

“Yeah, because you already know that it’s underneath me. Brats are like wild animals, and you’re more like a house cat, babe. No need to tame a kitten when you’re used to dealing with lions.”

It was like a light went off in your head after that— a deep seated need to broken then put back together by her.

-

Your feet must’ve went into auto pilot, because your brain is just now playing catch up. You hadn’t even realized you’re being dragged through the crowd. At least, not until you hear a chorus of teasing shouts from the mix of your former and current teammates behind you. The door to the bathroom flies open just as Mariona makes sure to yell out for you both to “Usa protección, chicas!”

Keira doesn’t even check to see if all the stalls are empty. She just pushes you into the first one she sees. You go to speak, but you’re cut off by her hand coming up and locking around your throat. “Spread your fucking legs, y/n.”

Your eyes widen at her statement, hesitation clear as you make no move to follow her demands. “B-but we’re in pub—“ you’re cut off by a growl coming out of the older girl in front of you, “And I don’t give a damn, y/n. If you wanna act like a slut, then i’ll treat you like one…” She pushes you up against the stall door, her chest vibrating against yours as she lightly laughs.

“What are you doing here, Russo? Came to gloat about a game you didn’t even score in? Give Walsh and Kelly my respects, considering they at least earned it,” you whip around. A little caught off guard at how close she is, but it doesn’t stop you from letting the fury spit out of your mouth like venom on your tongue.

“You must still be mad you missed that goal when you shot wide. Could’ve at least tied us up, you know. Was it me tackling you or the fact i kept stealing the ball that got into that thick head of yours? Seems like i’m the only one who can get through that thing,” she flicks a finger onto your forehead as she ends her little rant. A small smile sitting devilishly pretty on her lips as she does so.

You go push at her chest, puffing out a huff of hot air through your angrily scrunched up nostrils. She lets your fists come down one time, then she’s grabbing your wrists and pinning them down onto the lockers behind you. You’re stuck struggling between her warm body and the freezing cold surface that she’s got you pressed up against.

“I’m not one of your little punching bags, Y/L/N. You put your hands on me again, and I promise you it’ll be the last time. I’m not gonna deal with your little tantrums like your team does. Be a big girl and take the heat, or i’ll treat you the way brats deserve to be treated,” Her body is flush against yours as she says it, a threatening gaze shooting out to meet yours.

“You don’t scare me, Russo. You’re like a puppy dog who’s never had its tail stepped on. So wide eyed and bushy tailed—“ you yank one of your hands from her grasp as you point a finger towards her chest and start moving it forwards, “like a little bitc—“ you’re cut off as she flips your body around, face pressing into the cold lockers now as you feel her hand on the back of your neck keeping you in place.

“You need to learn some fucking manners, baby. It’s a good thing we’ve got plenty of time to teach you some,” She says right against your back. Her breath tickling your nape as the tiny hairs there stand up straight.

It’s a blur from there to her hotel room. She threw her hoodie over your head before dragging you out of there, putting you into her car before speeding off into the night. Now she’s got you spread wide open, legs out as she devours on your cunt.

Your wrists are handcuffed to the railing on her headboard and a blindfold covers your tear drenched eyes. You’ve got red marks on your ass from her spanking lesson from the first 20 minutes inside her luxury room. The plush Egyptian cotton percale sheets soothing the burn on your cheeks.

Her hands keep your hips pinned down as her tongue slides down to your hole, it twitches under her ministrations. Begging for her to pay it some attention after all the orgasms she’s denied you. It’s at least been three so far. She pulls away at the slightest hint you might be close, leaving you to shake and cry out even harder than the last time.

The mean words that have been tumbling from your mouth now turning into whines and whimpers of “Please!” and “M’sorry Less!”

You can’t see it, but she’s smirking up at you. You feel the vibrations from her laugh though, as it courses up through to your clit. A ragged moan rips out of your mouth at the feeling, sending you into a fit of pleasure.

“L-Lessi! I-I’ll do anything. Just please le-lemme cum!” you’ve got a majority of the blindfold covered in one big wet spot now from all the tears it’s absorbed. Your wrists are red from pulling at your restraints, and Alessia is finally starting to think she’s breaking you down enough to reward you. You’re being so sweet now, saying please and thank you. And who could resist that little pout on your lips as you cry? It’s absolutely fucking addictive. Or at least it is to Alessia, as she takes out her phone and snaps a quick picture to remember this moment.

Her hands come down to softly start taking the handcuffs off, her lips following suit as they litter little kisses along the red lines surrounding them. When she’s done enough of that to her liking she moves to the piece of silk tied around your face, undoing the knot as she peels if off your wet little cheeks. You look up her with those submissive teary eyes and she can’t help the groan that comes out of her throat.

The need to see you like this— so broken, has been overtaking her ever since the first time she played against you. Every game after that one the tension grew, on and off pitch. Until now, where it’s finally bubbled over and taken the forefront of both your minds. That tough girl exterior you put up is completely gone as she has you begging for her touch, a nice little slut ready for her unraveling.

She’s got you right where she’s wanted you, underneath her and at her mercy. She lowers herself down, prying one of your legs up as she lifts it over her shoulder and leans down towards your neck, making you whine from the stretch she forces you into in this position. Your thigh burns but it’s soon forgotten about as her fingers start playing with your folds.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, Lessi! It’s yours.”

She chuckles at your obedience. So, so different from the same girl she was arguing with her in the locker room not even two hours ago. So she finally decides to play nice and sinks two of her fingers into your pussy. She goes slow, letting you get use to her before going at the pace she prefers.

“Such a pretty pussy on such a pretty girl. Too bad your attitude is so fucking nasty,” it’s rasped out into your ear as you start trying to push your hips into her fingers. Your head pulls back from her shoulder, her teeth pulling your earlobe as you move away. You whimper out at that, eyes looking up into hers pleading for some relief.

“Don’t worry, you can cum this time. Such a desperate whore, aren’t you?” She says it as she speeds her fingers up, her thumb coming to rub tight circles on your clit as her fingers work you up. They’re so much thicker and longer than yours— reaching spots you can only dream of touching by yourself. She’s got you so fucked out you don’t even know what color the wallpaper is.

All you see, taste, hear, and smell is her. You’re drowning in the cocktail of Alessia Russo. The woman who drives you crazy every time you have to be opposite of her on the pitch. You two attract like flies to honey. Sweet, but deadly. It’s always rough and a good game when you two are against each other, but holy fuck you never knew you could feel so good. You two came together in a moment of pure adrenaline, your tension finally boiling over as the emotions from the game did as well.

You both know this is just the beginning. A long list of mistakes you’ll make every time you seem to cross paths now. Like a ritual— no matter who wins or loses. You’ll seek out this form of retribution after a game.

“Alessia! I-I’m go-gonna-“ you can’t even get it out as your mind starts to shatter. You’re drooling out of the corner of your mouth as she fucks every coherent thought out of your brain.

“Go ahead, love. Cum on my fingers for me. Make a mess— just like that. Good fucking girl,” and just like that your eyes snap shut as they roll into the back of your skull. Your back arches off the expensive sheets, as your pussy starts shooting liquid out into Alessia’s palm. You cover your face, cheeks heating up with embarrassment at the squirt staining her sheets below you.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t even know I could do that— I swear!!”

Alessia moans out loud at that, her hands coming up to rip yours away from your eyes. A hungry lust crawling back inside of them. “Are you saying, i’m the first person to make you squirt?”

Your cheeks somehow go even redder as you bite your lip, avoiding her gaze as you shake your head yes in confirmation. The next thing to know you’re on your back. Alessia hovering over you as she climbs up your body. When her thighs make it to your head she quickly turns over, smirk covering her face as she looks down at you from upside down, “Then let’s see what else I can be the first to do to you.”

Your eyes go wide as you realize what she’s about to do. Holy fuck Alessia is going to 69 with you. How the fuck does she know you've never done this?? You have no clue, but before you have time to open your mouth and ask her, she’s sinking her pussy down onto your face. Your tongue seeks out her taste on instinct, your nose bumping into her clit as your eyes rollback.

She moans into your cunt once again, fingertips lightly drawing across your thighs as they shake from the overstimulation.

You know you’re going to falling asleep here, and that your teammates are going to interrogate the fuck out of you tomorrow morning, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when she feels this good and tastes so divine. Hell no! You’re staying right here, consequences and teasing be damned. You’re determined to learn the complete complexity of her lessons, and ace the next test she decides to give you…in whatever shape or form that way be in. Lord help your neighbors, and the poor arsenal teammate who roomed under Alessia. They sure as hell have a good story for the group chat tomorrow.

“Please baby! Wanna suck your cock,” you’re staring up at Alessia with the biggest puppy dog eyes you can muster up. you’re currently on your knees in front of her…..you also just so so happen to be in your parent’s basement away on holiday. Your girlfriend just stares down at you with beet red cheeks, huffing out a sigh as she tries to ease you back onto the couch. “Darling we can’t. I’ll make it up to you as soon as we get home, alrig—“

“But you promised, Less!” Your girlfriend clamps a hand over your mouth at that, a scowl settling into her features as her other one gets a tight grip on the back of your neck. “Stop being a brat,” she gives a good tug to the hairs at the nape of your neck for good measure. That just goes in one ear and out the other, because you’re rolling your eyes before the words even get out. She almost lets it slide, too…until you lick her hand covering your mouth, leaving the blonde striker to gasp out in disgust as she pulls it away.

“What the hell is your problem?” Alessia whisper shouts down to you, wiping her palm onto the thigh of her pants.

And you finally start climbing up onto the couch, but the sight soon takes a turn as you straddle your girlfriend’s lap. “My problem is that my super sexy girlfriend has been discretely grinding up on me all damn day, and now that we’re finally alone she won’t fuck me with the strap I know she’s been wearing…” There’s a pout on your lips now, “…and you promised I could suck you off when everyone was asleep.”

You make sure to roll your hips down into hers as you finish, the base of the strap hitting your girlfriend in just the right spot. Alessia throws her head back against the top of the couch, her hands coming up onto your waist to stop your movements. “Don’t say it like that!” she chastises you.

“Make me,” you cross your arms across your chest as you muster up the best glare you can achieve.

“You aren’t even the least bit intimidating, love.” Alessia can’t help the smile breaking out across her face. You trying to scare her is like a mouse trying to jump scare a lion. “Fine!” You huff out with frustrated sigh, throwing yourself up and turning away from the couch. “I‘ll just get myself off then.”

You’re pulled back by your wrist— all the air getting knocked out of your lungs as your back hits the couch in record time. “You’re so bloody annoying,” it’s mumbled against your neck as Alessia’s hands start sliding off your shorts and panties. Her kisses make you bite your bottom lip, raising your hips up as you let her strip you in the dark of the night.

“And you’re a fucking tease,” you reach down to start undoing her pants. Your fingers toy with the strings tied around her waist for a second before your trying to tear them off form the angle your at.

“So impatient you are,” Alessia giggles against your jaw. Her hands replace yours as she stands up for a second to slide the grey sweats down her legs and kick them off somewhere. She’s back on top of you in no time, grinding the silicone dick attached to her hips between your pussy lips.

Your back arches up a little when the tip starts hitting your clit in a rhythm, Alessia’s chest smushing against yours. You’re trying to move a certain way so she might ‘accidentally’ slip in, but Alessia isn’t stupid. She’s attuned to your body and its movements. She knows exactly what you need before even you do. No one can make you cum like Alessia— not even yourself.

“Gotta stay quiet for me, okay baby?” She’s kissing your ear as she says it, her hands running under your shirt to pinch at your sensitive nipples. “Can’t have your Mum thinking any differently of me just cause I treat her daughter like a whore in bed.”

You’re nodding your head as you stare up at her with wide eyes, trying to grind your hips down in time with hers so she’ll maybe give into your desperate hints. “Use your words, love.”

You give her that little smile she can’t ever resist, “I promise I can stay quiet, Lessi. Now would you please make me feel good?”

The next thing heard between the two of you is the gasp you both let out when she slips in for the first time. Your pussy is so tight that Alessia has to inch her way in, slowly letting you adjust before she fucks you into the cushions. When she bottoms out she starts pressing kisses to your chest, waiting on your signal for the go ahead.

It takes a few minutes, your hand coming down to play with her blonde hair as you take deep breaths. It isn’t too long though. Because the fire that starts burning in your belly is enough to have you tugging at the strands, begging for her to just move already.

And Alessia never had to be told twice— at least not once she’s already 7 inches deep inside of you. There’s no stopping her then. She drags his hips back till just the tip is lodged inside your cunt, and then she’s slamming back down until the harness is bumping into your clit.

It has you biting your bottom lip to silence the moans bubbling up in your throat. The couch below you creeks as she sets a pace rough enough to have your eyes crossing already. She’s had you wound up all day long, teasing touches and fleeting glances with promises of more. It’s impossible for you to be anything other than absolutely wrecked in these circumstances.

Alessia’s head disappears under your shirt, her mouth attaching to your nipples as she angles her hips to fuck you a little deeper. It sends sparks of electricity to shoot through your nerves, a cloudy haze encompassing your mind and soul. It has you forgetting any and everything— your brain turning to complete mush as Alessia bullies her strap into your pussy.

And in this moment of blurry pleasure…you let a moan break through your lips. It’s loud and desperate with a whiney tint to the tone. You don’t even realize you’ve fucked up until a rough hand is clamping down onto your mouth. Alessia brings her face down to your neck, a growl vibrating against your ear. “Shut.Your.Fucking.Mouth,” accompanied by extra hard thrusts sent to emphasize her point.

There’s a fire behind her eyes now, one you can barely make out through the darkness. But even if you couldn’t see it— you feel it. In the way her pace speeds up and her grip on your body gets rougher as her nails dig in. You know you’ll be covered in crescent moon shaped bruises tomorrow, but that’s the best part. Being able to trace over the evidence of the love you two make. It’s intoxicating.

Alessia sneaks a hand down to start rubbing at your clit as she speaks her next words, “Once you cum all over my cock then you clean it off. Since that’s what you couldn’t stop whining about,” she scoffs out a dark laugh. “Making me fuck you with your family upstairs—“ She slams in a little harder than before as she stills for a second, letting her hand on your clit trace up your body before she presses down on your lower stomach.

“You feel me right here, darling?”

You’re nodding your head as best as you can with her still covering your mouth. Your legs start to shake as she forces you to feel her. Feel every single vein, ridge, and inch shoved to the brink inside your tight hole. Its leaking out and staining the basement couch of your childhood home, but honesty what else are basement couches made for other then nasty fuck sessions at 2am ?!

She surprises you when she pulls out again, thrusting back in as she keeps her hand firmly pressed to your abdomen. The added pressure has you squirming away from her, never before sensing a pleasure quite like this one. It has Alessia chuckling softly, pinning your hips down with her own, keeping the thrusts short but powerful to keep you in place. There’s a light sweat dusting across your body now, the flames of your building orgasm finally heating the rest of your body up. Alessia’s movements start to get impatient herself, turning a little sloppy as she tries to fight off her own building orgasm.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Alessia is the sweetest of sweet when it comes to aftercare. she always gets a warm washcloth to clean between your thighs and anywhere else you might be messy. Less also loves taking a bath together after a rough session— letting you rest your back to her front as she massages away all the tension in your shoulders from the many different positions she had you in. and she always makes sure to bring you a glass of water and a snack, kissing your forehead as she watches you to make sure you “replenish” as she says.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

on herself: her fingers/hands. she takes the best care of her hands…well as best as you can when you’re a professional footballer lol. but nothing will ever captivate her make than watching her fingers slide inside of your pussy. while she does enjoy using the strap— she can’t feel you like she can when she had her fingers buried to the hilt inside you. it gives her a a different kind of high to feel you cumming around her digits.

on you: definitely your tits. Alessia is a boob girl in my head i can’t unsee it!! she loves everything about your titties no matter if they’re small, big, uneven, perky, saggy— it doesn’t matter. if they’re attached or you? yeah they’re always gonna be getting fondled, groped, sucked on, slapped, or squeezed. it’s a requirement for being her girlfriend honestly.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Alessia is a MESSY eater. she is gonna have your cum smeared not only all over your thighs and stomach, but across her face as well. one time Alessia overstimulated you to the point you were squirming to get away and she just pinned you down as she buried her face further into your cunt…when she finally pulled back? she had a string of your cun connecting from your clit to the very tip of her nose. along with a few others coming off and attaching to her mouth. that imagine is forever burned into your fucking memory and visits you on days you are ovulating from hell.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Alessia once fucked you on the bed of your ex. she had thrown a party and invited you both— knowing full well that Alessia is your new girlfriend…only to flirt with you right in front of her. well that night ended with you squirting all over your ex’s sheets, Alessia leaving a little party gift for the host as she quickly escorted you home after that. not before she found your ex in the crowd of people dancing. and while you couldn’t hear what was said, you saw the way your ex’s face went pale as Alessia’s only grew to have a smirk. leaving your dumbfounded ex girlfriend with her jaw on floor as she watched Alessia drag you out of her house…and let’s just saw Lessi was still mad when you got back to her place. so what better way to release that anger than by fucking you with her biggest strap? making you put on her jersey as she takes you from the back, your phone lighting up as it vibrates on the bedside table. Alessia was gonna ignore it, until she sees its facetime from your ex. she definitely answered it and flipped the camera to show off how pretty you look taking her dick with her last name on your back.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like Less definitely knows what she’s doing, but she hasn’t been fucking bitches left and right if that makes sense. i feel like sex is more of thing reserved for intimate moments with people she cares for. which of course a few one night stands here and there after a win— but never with a compete stranger. that’d of been too weird for her lol.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Definitely cowgirl or missionary. Alessia LOVES to see your face while she fucks you. now that doesn’t mean she doesn’t ever switch it up. because she’ll easily bend you over and fuck you like a slut when she wants to. but most of the time she prefers being able to watch your features scrunch up and get all dazed after she fucks you so good your brain starts melting.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i think it really depends on the mood. if shes ticked off or you’re in for a punishment? fun Lessi is nowhere to be seen..oh no. that’s all serious Alessia from that point on. but normally she is easily passing light hearted jokes and making you laugh during sex. she’s even broke out into karoke once when she was 3 fingers deep inside you at a bar.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i think she keeps it shaven with a little patch left on top. idk i just get those vibes from her. no rhyme or reason just what i picture in my head🤣

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Alessia is always praising you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear— even when she’s punishing you. she can’t help but remind you that you are her pretty baby. she also always makes you confess your love for each other before you’re allowed to cum. if you don’t say “I love you” back? okay fine. you don’t get to cum, and you won’t until those words leave your lips. no matter how mad either of you are, you always say it before cumming..and she won’t let you ruin that streak. so be as stubborn as you want, she’ll just keep fucking you and keeping you on the edge till you admit your love for her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Alessia was always getting herself off before she got with you, but she only masturbates when you two are separated now. Alessia will drive, walk, or bike to your house at any time of night just to fuck you. ain’t no way she’s gonna touch herself unless she absolutely HAS to lol.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i think Less has a breeding kink 🫣 she loves her strap that squirts fake cum inside of you. her favorite part is watching it ooze out of you and then using her fingers to fuck it back inside. “i can’t claim you if you leak out all my cum baby. if you can’t keep this load in, i’ll just have to fuck you full of another one. oh god or the pictures she takes of your face covered in the droplets of the realistic looking white substance. your tongue hanging out as you look at her with a hunger in your eyes. yeah Alessia loves getting you all messy with her dick.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

anywhere with a bed or a couch. she like being able to spread you out and down for her own benefit…but she also loves bending you over the counters of bathrooms so she can force you to watch yourself come undone. (and the car but we will talk about that later)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you compliment her skills/playing. it makes a blush settle into her cheeks, but it also makes a desire to eat your pussy till your crying settle in, too.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

absolutely NO fucking on nights before games. its a weird ritual she has, but she takes it very seriously. no matter how much you beg…it’s not happening. Alessia will not give in to any of your advances no matter how enticing they are. she has her rules and she will follow them. plus that just means she has sll the more energy to fuck you after the game. win or lose you know you and your poor pussy are in for a hell of a night.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

as much as Less is a munch she also loves your mouth. its her favorite way of getting off. looking down and seeing her pretty girl between her thighs? oh the visual alone has her cumming sometimes. i think Less is verrry skilled with her tongue. she takes your breath way just from making out, let alone when she’s eating it 🫣 plus when you two first started getting sexual— she would spend hours between your legs just learning what all makes you tick, wetter, and all the things you like. Less’s favorite thing to do after she’s made you cum on her tongue is to kiss your puffy sensitive clit. it always makes you gasp out and buck your hips a little, and it’s like an addiction for Alessia after she does it the first time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it definitely depends on both of your moods. Alessia can make love to you all soft and sensual with nose kisses and whispered words only meant for the two of you….but she can also call you a whore and fuck you till your legs give out. so it’s really just a 50/50 depending on how the day goes 🤣

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

oh she is the QUEEN of quickies. she starts off not really liking them, but when she starts saying your little tease of an ass?? (it’s not even intentional teasing either! Alessia just gets turned on by any and everything you do). so yeah Alessia is dragging you off (to the car teehee) to get a good 10 minute fuck in at least twice a week.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i’d say the risky thing Alessia does is the car sex. that’s as far as she’d public wise. but she is so down to experiment. she’s always down to try something with you once, and if one of you doesn’t like it? never again. but she’s very good with communicating things she likes/wants to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

normally Less goes a good 3/4 rounds with you….but if she’s pent up on anger, after a game, or you’ve been teasing her? she can easily go for HOURS. she’s a pro athlete and a very competitive one at that. she can forget bite the burn in her thighs when she had a mission in mind…and that mission being to break your record for most orgasms in one night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i think before you Less owns a few different vibrators she uses on herself. but after you two get together? that’s when the beast really comes out. the multiple straps, wand vibrators, lush vibrators, and of course her lucky ball gag. that only gets brought out when you can’t stop back talking.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Less does a lot of small things to work you up, especially if she’s been drinking. like running her hands along your lower back, and then bringing one of them up to squeeze on your waist every time she wants a kiss, using her other hand to cup the back of your neck so you can’t get away. oh god and the way she rubs little shapes into your inner thighs always makes you dizzy— especially if she’s wearing some rings and the coldness of them contests from her burning touch. it always sends goosebumps shivering down your spine.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Alessia can be quiet as a mouse when she wants to be, but when she had the freedom to be vocal? oh she’s moaning, groaning, and howling out into the night. i feel bad for all the arsenal & english teammates who have to room near them at on away games. because not only can they hear you screaming till the sun comes up, they can hear all the nasty and defiling shit spewing out of Alessia’s mouth too. dear god they had no idea she had that dirty of a mouth on her, and she gets a few comments at breakfast about needing some soap to chew on lol

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Alessia LOVES car sex. it’s like her little secret only the two of you know about. outside of practice, outside of bars/restaurants, the beach, her parents her, your parents house, outside Ella’s house, outside Leah’s house, and you get the point…Less is gonna have you whenever she want, she just can’t help herself. especially when you wear something you know is gonna drive her mad and then spend half the night teasing her? where else did you expect to end up other than face down in the backseat of her car. all the while your teammates are taking shots and dancing the night away— and you’re getting your guts pummeled by the blonde striker in some poorly lit car park.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

this one feels weird bc i usually see it used right describe a wee wee🤣 so i’ll just say Alessia’s fave strap is a 7 inch sparkly pink one. she might be a dom but she’s also a pretty fem. FEMME DOMMES RISE !!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it’s not as bad as some of the other players— but it’s still pretty high. Alessia could be bone tired not even able to open her eyes and she’d STILL try and sneak a hand down your pants. during those times she usually lets you use her hand for your own pleasure because she whines about how she’s “been wanting to make you feel good all day!” so you kiss the pout off her lips and climb onto her lap to ride her fingers, and let your own hand slip under her sleep shorts. your poor grumpy tired baby just needs a little loving.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

that leads to both of their girlfriends growing suspicious. i mean they appreciate all of the orgasms, but every single day?? and the sneaking on their phone every single time after sex?? yeah they’re confused, concerned, and worried their girlfriends have some sex addiction they’ve been keeping under wraps until now. it isn’t until they start confiding in each other at practice that they realize something is definitely up, so they make a plan. i’m thinking they both run off to the locker rooms first— grabbing their girlfriends’ phones before going into a shower stall to investigate. idk where i’ll take it from there but 🤭 it will escalate to the best extent.

but once they’ve worked out the plan and they get into that room? GOOD GOD OL MIGHTY. Lessi and Reader are definitely shy at first. hiding their faces with their hands, not wanting to make any noises so they bite their lips. red rosy cheeks and hesitant hands as they let themselves relax more from their girlfriend’s touches. once they’ve worked up the courage to finally look at each other— the connection is instant. they’re reaching out, holding onto each other for support as they’re being taken apart right next to each other. “Y-You look really pretty, Lessi,” it’s said so softly reader’s not even sure the other girl heard it. oh but she does, and it has Alessia leaning forward so close her breath is fanning against reader’s lips. “So do you,” and her cheeks are turning darker. and before they know it they’re sinking into each other..kissing, moaning, groping each other’s bodies as they’re girlfriends swap places. they don’t even notice at first— too caught up in each other to even realize they’re building orgasms had dwindled down.