Masterlist: The Alchemy - Alexia Putellas x fem!reader
When you meet Alexia again, ten years after you break up, she is still the girl on a football team, but now she is Barcelona’s Captain and you are wiser than you were at fifteen. The tension between you two is palpable, and honestly? If her heart is still reserved for you, then you're coming back to where you belong.
Chapter Twelve
After your breakout season with London City Lionesses, Alexia Putellas becomes an unexpected presence in your life, offering advice, analysing your games, and quietly mentoring you from Barcelona.
To you, she’s helping you improve.
To Jana Fernandez, you're definitely right for her and if she has anything to do with it, those tactical conversations might not stay professional for long.
Masterlist
You woke up, no idea what time it was, the room was dark, quiet, the faint glow of the city bleeding in through the curtains.
For a second, you just lay there, disoriented, your body still heavy with sleep until the dry feeling in your throat hit.
You needed a drink badly, you shifted slightly, careful, turning your head, Alexia was asleep beside you, properly asleep not the light, restless kind, the deep and peaceful kind.
Her was breathing slow and even, one arm loosely stretched across you, like even in her sleep she’d reached for you, it made something in your chest soften a little.
You stayed there for a second longer than you needed to just looking, then you carefully slipped out of bed, moving slow so you didn’t wake her.
The floor was cold under your feet as you grabbed the nearest t-shirt one of yours, pulling it over your head as you padded quietly out of the bedroom.
The apartment felt different at night, still, calm, the chaos from earlier completely gone. You moved into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, the cool air brushing against your skin as you twisted the cap open.
You didn’t even bother with a glass, just took a long drink straight from the bottle, you leaned back against the counter for a second, exhaling slowly. Then hopped up onto it, sitting there, bottle still in your hand as you took another sip.
The silence settled around you and for the first time all day your head actually had space to think about everything.
The game. Lola. Alexia. What she said. What you did.
You stared down at the bottle, turning it slightly in your hands, because now with the noise gone, the alcohol wearing off and her asleep in the next room it all felt real in a different way and a lot harder to ignore.
The quiet didn’t last long a soft creak from the floorboards pulled your attention up. You glanced toward the doorway and there was Alexia stood there, hair a mess, eyes barely open, rubbing one lazily with the back of her hand, completely out of it, completely naked.
You couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at your lips, “Couldn’t sleep without me?” you murmured.
She didn’t answer straight away, just blinked at you slowly like she was still catching up to being awake.
You held the water bottle out toward her, she stepped forward without hesitation, taking it from your hand and tipping it back for a drink, her movements slow, unbothered, like she belonged here like this was normal.
You watched her as you reached up, gathering your hair, tying it up absentmindedly, her eyes stayed on you, heavy and sleepy, but focused and then her hands found you. Warm against your thighs, sliding up slowly, like she didn’t feel any need to rush.
You inhaled slightly at the contact, your fingers pausing mid motion for a second before finishing tying your hair.
She stepped closer, settling between your knees, the bottle now forgotten in her hand as her arms wrapped loosely around your waist.
“Come back bed,” she mumbled, her voice rough with sleep.
You smiled softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips, “Bossy,” you teased.
Her hands tightened slightly at your sides, “Take this off too,” she added, tugging lightly at your t-shirt.
You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head, “So bossy.”
That earned the faintest hint of a smile from her and before you could say anything else she moved, hands firm now as she lifted you clean off the counter like it was nothing.
You let out a surprised laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around her shoulders, “Alexia—” But she was already walking back toward the bedroom like there was nowhere else you were going to be tonight.
She didn’t slow down until the bedroom, didn’t put you down straight away either.
Instead, she paused just at the edge of the bed, arms still wrapped around you, holding you like she needed that second to make sure you were actually there.
You felt it in the way her grip tightened slightly, in the way her head dipped, brushing lightly against yours.
You softened instantly, your hand coming up to the back of her neck, fingers threading gently through her hair, “I was just getting water,” you murmured, quieter now.
“I know,” she said, voice still thick with sleep. “But you not there.”
That landed softer than anything else she’d said all night, you studied her for a second really looked at her this time, just… her.
You leaned in, pressing another slow kiss to her lips, less urgent than before, more certain.
“I’m here,” you whispered against her, that seemed to be enough she exhaled, finally setting you down on the bed, but she didn’t move away, didn’t create space. If anything, she stayed closer her hand found yours, fingers lacing together like it was instinct.
“Stay here now,” she murmured again, softer this time.
You smiled faintly, tugging her down with you, “Yeah,” you said. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She settled beside you, one arm draping over your waist, pulling you in like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Your bodies fit easily now your hand rested lightly against her arm, thumb brushing absent patterns against her skin as your breathing both started to slow again.
The city hummed faintly outside, but in here everything felt still safe, almost and as sleep started to creep back in, you felt her shift slightly, her face pressing into the side of your neck, her hold tightening just a fraction, like she wasn’t letting you drift too far away again.
🦁
The next day blurred into something slow and warm and a little unreal, you didn’t set an alarm, didn’t check the time, didn’t really care what was happening outside your apartment.
It was a rest day and somehow, without saying it out loud, you and Alexia had decided she wasn't leaving anytime soon.
You woke up tangled together, sunlight spilling through the curtains, her arm heavy across your waist, her face half buried against your shoulder.
For a second, you just lay there taking it in, this felt very different to everything that had come before.
She stirred slightly when you shifted, tightening her hold automatically, “Don’t,” she mumbled, still half asleep.
You huffed a quiet laugh. “I need to move at some point.”
“No,” she murmured, pulling you closer again, “Stay.”
You rolled your eyes, but there was no real resistance in it, you stayed for a while until hunger eventually dragged you both out of bed. You threw on the first t-shirt you found. She didn’t even bother at first just wandered after you, hair a mess, still waking up properly as you moved into the kitchen.
“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, grabbing things from the fridge.
She just leaned against the counter, watching you with that same look she always got quiet, focused, like you were the only thing worth paying attention to.
“What?” you asked, glancing over.
“Nothing,” she said, but the small smile gave her away.
You shook your head, turning back to what you were doing it lasted maybe five minutes, before you felt her again, close, too close to just be passing by.
Her hands slid lightly around your waist from behind, her chin resting against your shoulder, “You are slow,” she murmured.
“I’m cooking,” you pointed out.
“You can cook later.”
You laughed softly, “That’s not how food works.”
She didn’t move, if anything, she pressed closer and just like that everything slowed down again.
You felt her hand tug the hem of your shirt up, slow at first, then insistent. You let your hands drop from the vegetables, letting the knife rest on the cutting board as you braced yourself on the countertop. The cotton bunched around your ribs, caught just under your breasts, and her palm was hot as it splayed over your belly. She kissed up the side of your neck, teeth just grazing, her other arm looping around until your hips were tight against the counter’s edge.
The room felt bright and quiet at the same time, daylight making the granite cold under your hands but her body pressed to yours, solid, unyielding. She teased the waistband of your shorts, hooked her thumb in with the kind of confidence that made your knees a little weak. You heard your own breath go shallow before you felt her fingers slip inside just the tips, cautious at first, then deeper, knuckles pressing delicate against you. She didn’t even bother to keep up with the pretense of breakfast anymore, her other hand finding the soft inside of your thigh, pulling your legs a little farther apart.
“Alexia—” you tried, not really sure what you were about to say, but she just hummed in your ear, all focus and intent.
You bent a little, trying to muffle the sound that wanted to escape your throat, forehead pressed to your forearm. She found a rhythm that made you want to collapse, the pulses timed perfectly between her hand and her mouth at your neck. The kitchen, which had always been just a kitchen, suddenly felt like a stage, and every move she made was choreographed just for you. The counter edge dug into your hipbones, grounding you in place, but all you could focus on was her hand and her breath and the way the sunlight kept catching in her hair.
She kept you there, open, until you were shaking, her movements never hurried. She was deliberate, almost cruel, and you could feel her smile against your skin every time your hips bucked back to meet her. You clung harder to the counter, squeezing your eyes shut, and when it finally hit sharp, bright, almost painful, you let out a sound that echoed off the cold tile. She didn’t let go. If anything, she kept you there longer, coaxing every last pulse from you until your legs threatened to give.
When it was over, you just hung there, arms limp, hearing your own breathing and her chuckle, low and smug, behind you.
She slid her hand out and smoothed your shirt down, as if nothing had ever happened. You managed a shaky laugh, leaning back into her for a second before you turned to face her.
She looked so fucking pleased with herself. You wiped your eyes, still a little dazed. “Was that necessary?” you managed.
She shrugged, pulling you in for a slow, lazy kiss, undisturbed by anything except maybe the slight flush on her own cheeks. “You were taking too long,” she murmured.
You couldn’t argue with that, so you kissed her again, letting yourself lean into it, hands finding her hips, warm and steady. You never finished breakfast. The eggs sat forgotten, the pan cold, the kitchen forgotten, the food abandoned halfway through. Because she had that way of pulling you back in without saying much at all and you didn’t fight it.
Not today.
Today was easy.
Messy in the best way.
Time slipping without either of you noticing, moving between the kitchen, the sofa, the bedroom, never really finishing one thing before getting distracted by the other.
At some point you did manage to eat, barely.
Sitting on the counter, sharing bites between laughter, her still far too close, still not giving you much space even when she tried to pretend she was being normal.
“You’re very clingy today,” you pointed out at one stage.
She shrugged, completely unbothered, “Maybe I like you.”
You snorted, “Bold statement.”
She smirked slightly at that, bumping her shoulder into yours but she didn’t deny it didn’t pull away. If anything she stayed closer.
The whole day felt like that soft a little chaotic. Full of half finished conversations, quiet moments, and that constant pull back toward each other like neither of you quite wanted to be apart for too long.
For once you didn’t overthink it, you just let it happen, but eventually reality caught up.
It came in the form of her phone buzzing for what felt like the tenth time, your eyes flicking toward it where it sat abandoned on the counter.
You both ignored it at first then again and again until she finally groaned, dragging a hand over her face before reaching for it.
You watched her as she checked it, the shift subtle but there, “I have to go,” she muttered, clearly not happy about it.
You leaned back against the counter, folding your arms, “Shocking. Captain has responsibilities.”
She shot you a look, but there was no bite in it, “Not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
She shook her head, stepping toward you instead of away like she was supposed to, of course she did, “Come here,” she said quietly.
You didn’t argue, didn’t resist, she pulled you in by your waist, kissing you like she hadn’t just spent the entire day doing exactly that.
Softer this time slower, but no less certain.
You smiled slightly against her lips, “You’re going to be late.”
“I don’t care,” she murmured, already kissing you again.
That earned a quiet laugh from you, your hands settling at her shoulders. She pulled back just enough to look at you then leaned in again another kiss, “Okay,” she said, then immediately another, “That one was for road.”
You huffed a laugh, “Obviously.”
She didn’t move away, instead, her fingers brushed lightly along your jaw before she kissed you again, quicker this time, “And that one,” she added, “to see me through til next time.”
You shook your head, smiling now, “You’re ridiculous.”
“Mm,” she hummed, clearly not disagreeing, but still she didn’t leave, not yet, another kiss, short. Then another, softer one, like she couldn’t quite help herself.
You raised an eyebrow slightly, “Running out of excuses?”
She smiled faintly at that, her forehead resting against yours for a second, “No,” she said quietly. “Just… making sure.”
“Making sure of what?”
Her eyes flicked between yours, something softer settling in again, “That you still here when I come back.”
Your expression softened slightly at that, “I’m not going anywhere,” you said.
That seemed to be what she needed, she nodded once, like she was locking that in then finally she stepped back reluctantly grabbing her things, moving toward the door. But even then she turned back one more time crossed the space again and kissed you properly, like that was the one she actually meant.
Then she pulled away, a small smile lingering, “I go now,” she said.
“Yeah,” you replied, still a little dazed, “You should probably do that.”
She huffed a quiet breath of amusement, shaking her head as she finally left.
The door clicked shut behind her, you stood there for a moment, staring at the door. Then let out a small breath, running a hand through your hair because somehow in less than a day everything had shifted and you weren’t entirely sure what came next.
🦁
Alexia didn’t remember the drive not properly, she remembered red lights, tight turns. Her grip on the steering wheel a little too firm but mostly she remembered your voice, flat and defeated when repeating every word Lola had said like it had already started to sink in.
By the time she pulled up outside her place, something in her had shifted from controlled anger to something much sharper. She got out of the car, slammed the door harder than she meant to, and walked straight inside.
The second she stepped through, she saw Lola on the sofa, shoes off, scrolling on her phone like this was just another normal night, like nothing had happened, like she hadn’t torn into you in a parking garage.
“Hey,” Lola said, glancing up with a small smile, “I was waiting for—”
“What did you say to her?”
It cut straight through the room, Lola blinked, thrown off immediately, “What?”
Alexia didn’t move further in at first, just stood there, keys still in her hand, eyes locked on her, “Y/N,” she said, slower this time, “What did you say to her?”
There was a flicker, a pause just a little too long, then Lola laughed lightly, like she could brush it off, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Alexia stepped forward now keys hitting the table with a loud crack, “You talk to her after the game,” she said, “In the garage.”
“I just introduced myself,” Lola replied, shrugging, “Relax.”
“Relax?” Alexia echoed, a disbelieving edge creeping in.
“That’s all it was,” Lola added, “If she’s saying anything else, she’s exaggerating.”
Alexia went still, completely still, “You think she lie to me?” she asked.
Lola held her gaze, “I think she’s new. Young. Maybe a bit… intense. It wouldn’t be surprising if she read too much into”
“You tell her she only here because of me?” Alexia cut in.
Lola’s jaw shifted, “I”
“You tell her I beg the club to sign her?” Alexia stepped closer, “That I can send her away whenever I want?”
“Alexia, you’re twisting”
“You tell her she's embarrassing herself?” she pressed, voice rising now each question hit harder, faster
There was no space left to dodge, Lola stood up then, defensive now, “I was being honest.”
Alexia let out a short, sharp laugh, “Honest?” she repeated.
“Yes,” Lola snapped. “Someone had to be. You clearly weren’t going to say it.”
That did it whatever control Alexia had been holding onto snapped, “You think I need you to speak for me?” she fired back, stepping right into her space now. “You think I cannot handle my own life?”
“I think you’re letting this get out of hand,” Lola shot back. “She’s all over you on the pitch, off it it’s obvious”
“Stop talking.” The words came out low dangerous, but Lola didn’t stop.
“She’s following you around like a fan,” she continued. “It’s embarrassing, Ale. People are going to start talking”
“Stop. Talking.”
Louder now that it echoed, Lola hesitated this time, but only for a second, “You’re seriously defending her?” she said, disbelief creeping in. “Over me?”
Alexia shook her head slowly, eyes dark, “No,” she said. “I am not defending her. I am correcting you.” That landed heavier, “You don’t know her,” Alexia continued, voice controlled but burning underneath. “You don’t know how she plays, how she works, what she bring to this team. You don’t get to reduce her to… this.”
Lola scoffed, “Oh, please. I saw the way you were with her.”
“And what way is that?” Alexia shot back instantly.
Lola hesitated, then pushed anyway. “Interested.”
There was silence, Alexia didn’t deny it, didn’t even try, instead, she took a slow breath, “We’re done.”
Lola stared at her, “You’re joking.”
“I am not joking.”
“You’re ending this because of her?” Lola asked, incredulous now.
Alexia’s expression hardened further, “I am ending this because of you,” she said. “Because you think you can go behind my back, say things like this, be that cruel and then sit here like nothing happened.”
“I was protecting you,” Lola snapped. “From making yourself look stupid.”
“You don’t get to decide for me,” Alexia fired back immediately.
“You’re blinded,” Lola said, “It’s obvious.”
“No,” Alexia shook her head, “I see very clearly right now. You're not right for me, you never were, but I was settling"
Lola grabbed her bag, anger finally overtaking the composure, “Unbelievable. After everything, you’re choosing some girl you barely know over me?”
Alexia didn’t flinch, “You don’t understand,” she said, “This is not about choosing her.”
“Then what is it about?” Lola demanded.
Alexia stepped closer one last time, her voice dropped, “It’s about the fact you look at someone and think you can break them,” she said. “That you think you can scare them, threaten them, make them feel small and I will be okay with it.”
Lola didn’t answer, because there wasn’t really anything to say, Alexia held her gaze, unmoving, “You don’t get to be in my life if you do that to my teammates,” she finished.
A sharp exhale from Lola as she shook her head, furious now, “Fine." She moved toward the door, yanking it open, “This won’t last,” she threw over her shoulder. “You’ll realise that.”
Alexia didn’t move, just stood there, “Get out,” she said instead.
Lola slammed the door behind her the sound echoed through the house and then silence.
Alexia stayed where she was for a moment breathing heavier than she wanted to admit jaw still tight hands flexing slightly at her sides.
The anger didn’t disappear she dragged a hand through her hair, exhaling slowly, her thoughts went straight back to you. Not the argument, not the sex, you sitting on that floor looking at her like you weren’t sure you believed her.
🦁
You were curled up sideways on the sofa, phone balanced against your knees as Jana talked animatedly through the screen. “No because tell me why Pina posted that photo and cropped herself to look taller than everyone else,” Jana said, scandalised.
You laughed loudly, nearly spilling your drink, “She absolutely did not.”
“She did!” Jana insisted, “I zoomed in.”
“You are such a hater.”
“I am observant.”
You shook your head, grinning, opening your mouth to reply when the apartment buzzer suddenly sounded through the room.
Both of you paused, you frowned slightly. “Who the hell…”
Sliding off the sofa, you wandered toward the screen by the apartment door, still holding your phone. You pressed the button and blinked, because standing downstairs was Alexia, in a grey oversized tracksuit, hair tied back messily, hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie.
She looked dangerously cuddly, you felt your expression immediately soften, “It’s Alexia,” you said absently, glancing back toward your phone.
Jana’s entire face lit up instantly, “Ooooh.”
“I didn’t know she was coming back,” you murmured, still looking at the screen.
Downstairs, Alexia looked up toward the camera expectantly, shifting her weight slightly, Jana was grinning now, “Well. I suddenly feel incredibly unwanted.”
You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling, “Shut up.”
“Nope. Absolutely not.” She pointed dramatically through the screen, “You enjoy yourself. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Jana”
But she was already laughing, “Bye!”
The call ended before you could stop her, you stared at your phone for a second in disbelief, then almost immediately it started ringing again.
Your stomach flipped when you looked down and saw her name, you glanced at the screen by the door. Alexia had her phone pressed to her ear now, eyes still lifted toward the camera.
You answered, “Hi.”
The second she heard your voice there was that smile, small at first then warmer the kind that made your chest feel embarrassingly tight. “Hola,” she replied quietly.
You leaned lightly against the wall beside the intercom, “You know there are easier ways to see me than lurking outside my building.”
She huffed a sleepy little laugh, “You still home?”
You smiled despite yourself, “I am.”
“Come for drive,” she said.
Your brow lifted, “A drive?”
“Mhm.”
“It’s nearly bedtime.”
“Yes.”
You laughed softly, “You’re weird.”
She grinned a little at that, completely unashamed, “I have present.”
That caught your attention immediately, “A present?” you repeated suspiciously.
“Yes.”
“What kind of present?”
“No,” she said instantly, “You come down and see.”
You narrowed your eyes slightly at the screen, “That sounds like kidnapping.”
Alexia’s smile widened properly now, “Maybe little bit. More how you say.. bribery”
You laughed, then looked at her again standing there in that oversized grey hoodie looking unfairly soft and familiar and suddenly staying upstairs felt impossible, “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.
“I know.”
The confidence in the reply made you laugh again, “Give me two minutes.”
“Okay,” she said quietly, neither of you hung up immediately though.
You stayed there for a second, just looking at each other through the tiny screen, you ended the call still smiling to yourself.
Which was annoying, because you were trying very hard not to be that person, the one grinning like an idiot because a girl showed up outside your apartment in an oversized hoodie asking you to go on a late night drive. And yet there you were exactly that person.
You hurried to your room anyway, throwing on trainers and grabbing the nearest jacket before catching sight of yourself in the mirror.
You looked far too pleased, “Embarrassing,” you muttered to yourself.
A second later your phone buzzed.
Alexia: You taking very long 🤨
You actually laughed out loud.
You: I’m literally coming downstairs now you psycho
Another buzz before you’d even made it to the door.
Alexia: okay bebé
You stopped dead in the hallway, stared at the message, then immediately felt heat rush into your face, “Oh fuck off,” you muttered to yourself, even though she couldn’t hear you.
You headed downstairs anyway and the second you stepped outside, you saw her leaning against her car, grey tracksuit, sleeves pulled over part of her hands, phone in one hand, looking up the moment the building door opened.
The smile she got when she saw you properly, god, you tried not to react to it but failed completely.
“You called me bebé,” you said immediately as you approached.
Alexia looked entirely unbothered, “Yes.”
“You can’t just say things like that.”
“Why?”
“Because…” you gestured vaguely, “You can’t.”
She tilted her head slightly, clearly amused by your flustered state, “But I did.”
You narrowed your eyes at her and she just smiled wider stepping forward, grabbing lightly at the sleeve of your jacket and pulling you closer so she could kiss you.
It was quick and soft, but lingering enough that your annoyance disappeared almost instantly.
“You look cute,” she murmured against your lips.
“You’re manipulative.”
“Mhm.” You shook your head, smiling helplessly as she opened the passenger door for you dramatically, “After you.”
You climbed in, still eyeing her suspiciously. “If this present is something weird”
“It is not weird.”
“That sounded defensive.”
She laughed quietly as she walked around to the driver’s side.
The car smelled like her faint traces of perfume and coffee.
You settled into the seat as she started the engine, one hand resting casually on the wheel as she pulled away from the curb.
Barcelona was quieter this late, streetlights glowing gold against the roads, the city humming softly around you. For a while neither of you spoke much, it wasn’t awkward, you were starting to realise silence with her rarely was.
Her hand eventually drifted from the gearstick, settling on your thigh like it belonged there, casual, natural, your heart still reacted embarrassingly anyway.
You glanced at her, “So where are we going?”
“You ask too many questions.”
“You’re being suspicious.”
“I am being romantic.”
You snorted loudly, “You are absolutely not.”
That made her laugh properly, head tipping back slightly for a second before she looked over at you again, eyes softer now, “You like when I try.”
You looked away toward the passing lights outside the window to hide your smile, beside you Alexia looked entirely too pleased with herself for causing it.
You drove for another twenty minutes before you realised she was heading out the city toward the coast. The city slowly thinned behind you, roads quieter now, the glow of Barcelona stretching out in the distance.
You glanced over at her, “You planning on telling me where we’re going anytime soon?”
“No.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Yes.”
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away, Alexia noticed it immediately, of course she did, her fingers squeezed lightly against your thigh once before she finally turned off toward a quieter road.
A few minutes later, she pulled up near the beach, not one of the busy parts, somewhere calmer, dark sand, soft waves, almost empty this late at night.
You looked at her suspiciously as she turned the engine off, “This is either very romantic,” you said slowly, “or the start of a murder documentary.”
She snorted a laugh, leaning back in her seat, “You watch too much TV.”
“You brought me to an isolated location after midnight.”
“I bring you present.”
“That’s exactly what a serial killer would say.”
Alexia shook her head fondly before reaching into the back seat, you watched curiously as she pulled a bag forward carefully.
“No way,” you said immediately, her mouth twitched, “No way,” you repeated, already laughing now as she handed it to you.
You opened it carefully, then stared, inside was an entire tea making kit, proper english tea bags, biscuits from back home, a Barcelona mug, she even thought of milk and sugar.
You looked up at her in disbelief, “You are joking.”
“I am serious.”
You started laughing harder now, one hand covering your face, “Alexia Putellas,” you said through laughter, “did you buy me emergency British supplies?”
She looked ridiculously pleased with herself, “You say tea important.”
“This is insane.”
“No,” she corrected calmly, “This is care.”
That shut you up for a second, because suddenly the teasing didn’t feel quite as easy to keep up when she was looking at you like that.
You looked back down into the bag, smiling helplessly at the mug it had your number printed on it.
“You got this customised?” you asked quietly.
Alexia shrugged, pretending like it was nothing, “Maybe.”
“You’re actually ridiculous.”
She leaned across the centre console slightly, her hand brushing lightly along your jaw, “But you like it.”
You looked at her, at the sleepy eyes, the slightly messy hair. The way she’d apparently spent part of her evening putting together an emergency tea care package because of one stupid conversation in your kitchen and something in your chest ached in the nicest way. “Yeah,” you admitted softly. “I really do.”
The smile she got then, God, it was small and genuine, like making you happy genuinely mattered to her and maybe that was the scariest part of all.
You shook your head faintly, looking back down at the bag. “You know no one’s ever going to believe the terrifying Alexia Putellas bought me emotional support tea.”
“I still terrifying.”
“You bought me biscuits.”
“That means nothing.”
You laughed again quietly, warmth spreading through you as you leaned back in the seat, Alexia’s hand found yours again without hesitation.
You stayed there for a while, parked by the beach with the windows cracked slightly, the sound of the sea drifting in softly between stretches of conversation.
Your tea bag care package still sat in your lap, you kept glancing down at it and smiling like an idiot, which Alexia was clearly enjoying.
“You laugh at me a lot for someone who buy you gifts,” she muttered.
“You bought me digestive biscuits, Alexia.”
“They are good.”
“They are,” you admitted, “Which somehow makes this worse.”
She smiled faintly at that, her thumb brushing absentmindedly across the back of your hand. You noticed the shift in her first, the way her gaze dropped slightly. The way she inhaled slowly through her nose like she was deciding something, “I break up with Lola.”
Your head turned toward her immediately, “What?”
Alexia kept her eyes ahead for a second longer before finally looking back at you, “We done,” she said quietly. “Earlier tonight.”
The warmth in your chest flickered into something more uncertain, “Oh.”
You hadn’t expected the reaction to feel so complicated, relief guilt hope fear, all tangled together instantly, Alexia watched your face carefully. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” you said automatically, then you huffed softly. “I just… didn’t think you actually would.”
That made her brows pull together slightly, “Why?”
You shrugged one shoulder lightly, staring down at your fingers now, “Because people don’t usually choose the complicated option.”
A silence followed that, Alexia shifted slightly in her seat, turning more toward you now, “You think you complication?” she asked quietly.
You laughed softly under your breath. “I’m a twenty four year old English striker on a six month loan who can't speak Spanish and accidentally started whatever this is with Barcelona’s captain.”
Her mouth twitched slightly despite herself, “When you say it like that…”
“It sounds like a terrible idea?”
“A little bit.”
You smiled faintly, but it faded quickly, because underneath the teasing there it was. The thing both of you had been avoiding, the reality of it.
You looked back out toward the sea, “I’m only here temporarily,” you said quietly, Alexia didn’t interrupt, “I know we’ve kind of…” you gestured vaguely between you both. “Fallen into this really quickly and maybe that’s okay, maybe it’s not, I don’t know but… I leave eventually.”
The words sat heavily in the car, “You don’t know that,” Alexia said after a second.
“I do,” you replied softly, “That’s the point of a loan.”
She looked away briefly then, jaw tightening slightly and you realised she hated that word, loan, temporary like it physically irritated her.
You leaned back into the seat with a small sigh, “I just don’t want this to become something painful because we ignored the obvious parts.”
Alexia was quiet for a moment, “I don’t care.”
You looked at her immediately, “Ale”
“No,” she shook her head, more firmly now. “I don’t care if six months or six years or…” she frowned slightly, searching for the words, “Whatever.” You stared at her, she held your gaze fully now, “I spend too much time doing what make sense,” she admitted quietly. “What safe. What easy.”
The word easy sounded almost bitter now.
“And then you come,” she continued, eyes softer now. “And everything feel…” she exhaled sharply through her nose. “Big.”
Your chest tightened painfully, “Ale…”
“You make me happy,” she said simply. No performance. No flirting. Just honesty. “And that scare me little bit because you are right,” she admitted. “You leave maybe. Maybe club not keep you. Maybe you decide you hate Barcelona and go home.”
You laughed softly at that.
Her lips twitched, “But I still want this,” she finished quietly. “Even if it hurt later.”
The sincerity in it almost knocked the air from your lungs, you looked down for a second, overwhelmed by how genuine she sounded, because Alexia didn’t do halfway, even when she tried to. “You know,” you murmured after a moment, “this is probably the most emotionally mature conversation we’ve ever had.”
That got a small laugh out of her, “Maybe because we not kissing.”
“True. That usually derails things.”
“Mhm.”
You smiled softly, then grew quieter again, “I want this too,” you admitted finally.
Alexia’s expression shifted instantly at that, hopeful in a way she clearly didn’t mean to show.
“But,” you added quickly, “I need us to be honest with each other.”
“I am honest.”
“You can barely lie in English anyway,” you pointed out, she rolled her eyes. You smiled faintly before continuing more seriously, “If this starts hurting one of us… or if it gets too messy… we talk about it properly, okay?”
Alexia nodded immediately, “Okay.”
“No disappearing into captain mode.”
She grimaced slightly, “That sound annoying.”
“It is.”
“You still like me.”
Unfortunately, she was correct, you sighed dramatically. “Against my better judgement.”
That earned another smile, Alexia reached across the console, taking your hand properly this time interlocking your fingers carefully. “You know what worst part is?” she murmured.
“What?”
“You not even here one month and my mami already likes you more than any other girl.”
You burst out laughing and just like that the heaviness eased a little, your laugh was still fading when you noticed the way Alexia was looking at you.
Her eyes moved slowly over you, lingering just a second too long on your boobs before lifting back to your face, there was something almost dazed about it.
You narrowed your eyes slightly. “What?”
A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, “I now see,” she said quietly.
“See what?”
Her gaze flicked down briefly again before returning to yours, “What you mean.”
You frowned, confused for half a second, “About?”
Alexia leaned back slightly in her seat, hand still tangled with yours, “Want to rip clothes off.”
You stared at her then barked out a surprised laugh, turning slightly in your seat. “Alexia!”
“What?” she said innocently.
“You cannot say things like that after we just had an emotionally vulnerable conversation.”
“Yes I can.”
“No, you absolutely can’t.”
Her smile widened, “But is true.”
You shook your head, trying very hard not to react to the fact your face had instantly gone warm, she noticed, “You blush so easy,” she murmured, clearly delighted by it.
“You’re impossible.”
“Mhm.” The worst part was she looked completely pleased with herself.
You looked away toward the beach again, trying to regain some composure while beside you she watched like this was the greatest entertainment she’d ever experienced.
Then you felt her fingers brushing lightly along your jaw, gentler this time, less teasing. You looked back at her instinctively and immediately regretted it, because the expression on her face had shifted again, softer now, but somehow worse for you.
“I mean it,” she said quietly. “Before… with Lola… I think maybe I forget what it supposed to feel like.”
Your smile faded slightly, she looked almost embarrassed admitting it.
“I thought maybe passion is just…” she shrugged faintly. “Something that disappear when you get older. When life busy. Or maybe I broken”
You shook your head softly, “No.”
Alexia held your gaze, “And then you look at me for five seconds and suddenly I forget how to act normal.”
You burst out laughing again at the bluntness of it.
She laughed too this time, quieter, ducking her head slightly, “It not funny.”
“It’s a little funny.”
“No,” she argued, squeezing your hand lightly. “It serious problem.”
You grinned, “You’re coping really bravely.”
She rolled her eyes affectionately before leaning closer close enough now that your breathing caught slightly, “You know what worse?” she murmured.
“What?”
“You wake something in me I scared only you can ever.. satisfy.”
The honesty in it hit harder than the flirting somehow, because she meant it, you could tell. Your eyes dropped briefly to her mouth before lifting back to hers, “You’re very distracting,” you admitted quietly.
Alexia’s smile softened instantly and then she kissed you, slowly this time, like there was nowhere else either of you needed to be.
When you meet Alexia again, ten years after you break up, she is still the girl on a football team, but now she is Barcelona’s Captain and you are wiser than you were at fifteen. The tension between you two is palpable, and honestly? If her heart is still reserved for you, then you're coming back to where you belong.
A/N: It's been a long time, but I decided to come back and make this story work. I'm new at publishing my things so that's why the chapters are short, please feel free to comment and I'm sorry about any typos, English is not my first language. Also, please remember to read the previous chapters 🫶🏻
no trigger, slightly mention of sex, but nothing explicit.
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Barcelona 2011 - I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.
You and Alexia have been dating for almost two years now and everything is perfect. At least you think everything is perfect. You're in your sophomore year and already thinking about college, you don't plan to go study abroad - hell no, being that far away from the life you built is something you can't even think of. Barcelona is your home, is where your girlfriend and family are, your roots are here, you belong to sunny Barcelona.
The city you learned to walk by yourself, where you know every hidden spot to kiss Alexia, the city where the sun never sets down. Even when it's cold, it's bright. Barcelona shines and you shine with it. You grew and learned that home is where the heart is, and yours belongs to Alexia. And hers belongs to you too, everyone knows that. The whole school knows it, even the teachers. Wherever you are, Alexia is there with you.
There is no Y/N without Alexia, and there is no Alexia without Y/N.
But there isn't Alexia without football as well, and you're not competing with it. You know she needs to work hard, she wants to make it to Spain national team and Barcelona's senior squad, so she needs to put effort to it. Late night training schedules, dates she forgets because of how busy she is… You learned to live with it, you keep going, you love her.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, last minute meeting tonight. Not gonna make it on time. Tomorrow, I promise," and you know she does. But tomorrow never comes, lately all Alexia have been saying are endless "I'm sorry's." You try so hard not to get mad at her, because you're proud of her, really, she's working for her dreams to come true - just like you are studying until midnight to build a strong curriculum. So you just reply some "it's okay, love," and go back to your study session.
You keep that pace during all sophomore year, you keep understanding her apologies because there's no harm in them. It's not her fault. Still, you made her your whole world, so when it starts to crumble down you don't know what to do.
When you put all of your strength into one thing only, there's nothing left when it ends. But of course you know that, you're smart, you read tons of books and gonna study Literature at University of Barcelona. You know the tricks behind a toxic relationship, and you and Alexia are not toxic.
Just like in the beginning, Alexia is still the sweetest girl in the world. She listens to you yapping about your books, she tells you how pretty you are, and God… she really knows how to kiss. Time passed and Alexia's body became more athletic, now she doesn't get lost when she touches you, she knows where to put her hands when she's pressing you against the wall, she knows where to put her mouth to make you whimper and take everything she wants to give to you. That way you two can manage high school, sure, you don't have much time off school, so you take everything you can in abandoned classrooms and vague classes.
You know Alexia is worth your patience because she loves you. She said it herself after your first time, right after some important match she won. You were both seventeen, too much hormones and too less restraint. It was perfect, though, you wouldn't change a thing.
You and Alexia may not have that much time to go on dates, or movie nights, or late night talks. But you always attend her games, you still study at the library while she's training and you know you can make it work, because she is doing her part.
She always text you first thing in the morning, and she sends you flowers, and kiss you at the library, and she always hold your hand in the school hallway. She points to you everytime she scores a goal, everyone knows she loves you. So you tell yourself you don't really want fancy dates, you don't need them, they're for the romance books only, in the real life what matters is if the love is true or not. The way it is shown doesn't matter if you feel it.
And you feel it, because Alexia's love for you is like daylight, and you live in bright Barcelona. The Sun is always there and so is Alexia. She screams Barcelona and you'll learn that Barcelona also screams Alexia.
When you meet Alexia again, ten years after you break up, she is still the girl on a football team, but now she is Barcelona’s Captain and you are wiser than you were at fifteen. The tension between you two is palpable, and honestly? If her heart is still reserved for you, then you're coming back to where you belong.
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Barcelona 2009 - ‘Cause I see sparks fly, whenever you smile.
You're fifteen and don't understand how someone can not love to live. You're so caught up in this moment, in this thing with Alexia, that you can't believe that there is one single bad thing in the world right now. Even waking up at 07:00 feels good. The birds are singing and, somehow, the colors seem to be brighter these days. It's been almost a month since you started to get more intimate, you haven't labeled it yet and you're waiting for her to say it, even thought you already call her your girlfriend when you're talking about her to your closest friends.
Alexia is the sweetest girl in the world and the two of you are always with each other. She waits for you at the school entrance, walks you to your classes and you have lunch together. Now even your group of friends is the same, is like almost everything is working on your favor. The afternoons, however, are the worst moments of your life. Alexia has practice almost every day and you're not allowed to be in the benches watching it, so you occupy your time studying in the school librabry, you're a smart girl afterall. It would be such a waist of your brain to focus all of your attention on her.
You learned how to enjoy this torturous time, though, you like to think that it's a couple routine. So that's what you tell yourself while you're doing this stupidgeography homework.
“Y/N?” you hear Alexia's voice calling you as she walks into the building, you can smell her perfume mixed with the scent of old book dust. When she sees you, in the last desk on the right corner - as always -, you're already standing up and walking to wrap your hands around her neck.
“God, finally. It took you too long today…” you complain while slowly caressing the back of her nape, her hair still a little damp from the quick bath she took after training. She chuckles before answering, her hands coming to hold your waist, fitting so perfectly that you feel like her hands were made to hold you.
“Someone’s impatient.” she says with that confident smirk, the one that makes you roll your eyes and shake your head gently.
“Oh, sorry, am I not allowed to miss my girlfriend?” you say it before you could think. And the second those words slipped out, your whole body freezing and immediately look away, letting your gaze fall into the ground. "I, I mean…hmm..." you blush hard, your hands falling down her neck to your sides and you nervousy fidget the hem of your shirt while trying to find the right words to explain yourself, but you don't quite know what to say. Alexia parts her lips slightly, as if she wasn't expecting it at all.
"Girlfriend, uh?" her thumbs lightly tracing circles on your hips. "I like how it sounds." Her voice is soothing and makes you look up at her again, your eyes meeting hers as you search for any sign of uncertainty, but you can only perceive her usual calmness and a soft smile that always melts you completly, and you can't help it but smile as well.
"So… we're officialy dating?" you ask with a certain hesitation and she nods while raising her hand to gently move a strand of hair off your face, tucking it beehind your ear.
"I's about time, I think… I like you, Y/N, I really, really like you." she says with her eyes locked on yours, keeping her voice cool so you can't sense her anxiety or her hear beating faster than it probably should. "Will you, officially, be my girlfriend?"
You smile immediately and close the gap between you two, not answering her vocally, but kissing her as if you aren't in the school library and can be caught any moment. None of that matters, not when your biggest crush just asked you out, not when you're tasting Alexia's lips. You feel like the world stop spinning and time doesn't move when she presses her body against yours. Everytime she pulls you closer and deepens the kiss, nothing else exists. It's just you and her.
You're so sure you can spend the rest of your life like this. Holding hands at school, kissing in the library, cheering for her at her games… Being fifteen and dating the love of your life feels good. There's nothing to worry about.
When you meet Alexia again, ten years after you break up, she is still the girl on a football team, but now she is Barcelona’s Captain and you are wiser than you were at fifteen. The tension between you two is palpable, and honestly? If her heart is still reserved for you, then you're coming back to where you belong.
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Barcelona 2009 – It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something, it's fearless.
You and Alexia have known each other since you were little kids running around the playground. As time passed, Alexia became an athletic teenager, always hanging around with the team and somehow always finding a way to get on your nerves. You, on the other hand, got into literature and theater, spending your time with books, movie nights and journaling. But it’s not like you weren’t popular, everyone had their eyes on you, noticing how Alexia was always all over the smart girl, eyeing you or simply making a silly joke that made you giggle while shaking your head, “Alexia… please, don’t embarrass yourself.” But you liked it. You liked knowing that a hot girl like her had you on her mind. More than that, you liked the butterflies in your stomach every time you walked past her and the way she always looked for you on the benches during her games… it felt like one of those romances you read.
So this is what your life looked like at fifteen, you started taking a little too long to get ready for school, discreetly waved at her in the hallway, and you knew she would find a way to bother you. “Oh, so now we’re doing lipstick in the mornings?” she asked, smirking, and you felt a familiar warmth growing inside of you, but you just rolled your eyes, “yeah, that’s what we do when we care about our image, you know? Wanting to look pretty never killed anyone,” you replied, and she shook her head. “It’s not like you need it anyway...” you looked surprised at her and could sense your cheeks heating up. She immediately realized what she said and blushed even harder than you, murmured an excuse and disappeared into the crowd of students, leaving you with a small smile on your face as you force yourself to walk to class. Later that day, she invited you to hang out after school, just the two of you.
And that’s how you found yourself walking in circles in your bedroom, trying to find the best outfit for your first date with her. You didn't know it yet, but she already saw you as the most beautiful girl in the world, she just… wasn't that good at communicating. No one at fifteen is good with words. You decided to stick with your usual clothes, nothing too much, but you made sure to wear a dress she complimented a few weeks ago.
You met up at the cinema, and you could see she was a little nervous walking toward you, not like the confident Alexia from the school team, but you liked this side of her too. After some time looking at the posters, you decided to watch the new Twilight movie. New Moon has just been released, and you were dying to watch it. She found your excitement over vampires cute, though she only liked Twilight because of Alice… You couldn't help but chuckle softly and teased her: “Can’t blame you for liking an old woman” you said while she was buying the tickets — which she made very clear were on her — and she laughed biting her bottom lip. “Guilty,” she probably said more, but you got too caught up on her lip between her teeth. She had this habit and it always made you forget how to breathe.
The movie was almost over, and neither of you had made a move yet. It was like you were frozen in your seat, not even daring to breathe too deeply. But it started to bother you, how Alexia hasn’t stopped fidgeting the armrest, only looked at you from the corner of her eye and paying attention to everything but you. You had made sure to choose two isolated seats so you could talk and maybe kiss during the movie. God, it’s almost like she’s torturing you by now. You’ve been dying to kiss her lips or just hear her soft voice, but she hasn’t done any of those things since the movie started.
“Alexia…” you tilt your head to look at her with a little pout on your lips, calling her name softly.
“Sí?” she answers and finally looks properly at you, her eyes sliding to your pout, a small smile forming as she studies your pleading expression.
You don’t need to say anything else for her to lean a little in your direction, her hand coming up to hold your chin, tilting your head up and ending the tension between you. Her lips find yours in a shy touch and you can sense her hesitation. Neither of you really knows what you’re doing, but you take your moment to savor each other’s lips. Your glosses mix together, and you slightly move your head, seeking more contact. Her tongue presses against your lips, and you immediately answer by opening your mouth slightly and letting her deepen the kiss. All the butterflies in your stomach fade away, like the anxiety melted into something tender, it’s a good feeling. Her lips pressed against yours don’t let you think of anything but how you belong to this, to her. Your fears suddenly disappear and you don’t feel afraid of making the wrong move or touching the wrong place, you just let her set the rhythm. When the air feels rare, you pull away with a soft smile on your lips. You don’t need to say anything; she wraps her arm around your shoulders, and you spend the rest of the movie comfortably leaning against her.
Once the movie ends, she offers you a ride. “I didn’t know you have a car” you say while walking to the parking lot. She intertwines her fingers with yours before answering, “I actually don’t have one yet… but it’s a special occasion, so I borrowed my dad’s.” You can’t help but smile, thinking how sweet of her this is.
The two of you have a good time together, talking about the movie and making jokes. The way she looks while driving makes you want to stop time and live in this moment forever, you could spend forever just watching her. After a few minutes of laughing, she parks the car in front of your house. An awkward silence settles for a couple of seconds as you unbuckle your seatbelt. But before you can say goodbye and open the door, she reaches for your wrist and looks at you with those big eyes. You’d say yes to anything she asked; how could you deny her when she glances at you like a lost kid.
“I really liked today, Y/N,” she says, her voice carrying a shy tremor.
“I liked it too, thank you for inviting me…” you reply with a soft smile. “Drive home safe, okay? See you tomorrow.”
She smiles, nodding, and then presses a kiss to your hand, blushing slightly. You lean in and kiss her cheek before opening the door and rushing into your house, your heart racing. Alexia stays frozen for almost a minute, catching her breath and shaking her head, unable to suppress how even the smallest touch from you can melt her completely.
When you close the door behind you, your mom is waiting to know all the details, you tell her about how you think Alexia is the one. Then you go straight to your room to text your best friend, who has listened to all of the drama since the first day of school. And you just can’t stop smiling, you feel like you’ve never been this happy before. All you can do is desire her more and more. You take a little too long to fall asleep, wondering if she’s thinking of you too, imagining a future together, you can even already name the two kids you’ll have with her. This was the best sleep of your life.
Summary: Pina steals Kika's spot next to you, and you take matters into your own hands
Word count: 2.1k
Warning: awkward lesbians
A/n: You can read this as a standalone, but in my head, this is set in the same universe as Stuck with you! <3
You have been noticing a lot about Kika for quite a while now, four months, to be exact: the precise amount of time the Portuguese player had been at Barcelona, becoming familiar with the city and the squad and getting acquainted with you.
The way your eyes always lingered on Kika far more than necessary wasn't intentional, nor was it a conscious act - at least, that's what you told yourself every single time you were caught staring at her figure.
Honestly, it was all her fault.
Kika had patterns and routines, and, although she liked to claim she was a laid-back and go-with-the-flow kind of girl, she actually had quite a number of tendencies and habits that seemed to be imprinted in her DNA rather than taught by life itself.
You knew when training had hit the twenty-minute mark because Kika would slip away, trying to go unnoticed to the small snack bag she kept near the water cooler to get a protein bar - always a white chocolate and passion fruit flavour one. She would sometimes settle for strawberry and dark chocolate, but the scrunch of her nose made it clear she didn't love those.
She would take the water bottle in her right hand, gulping three times before taking the tip off her mouth to breathe, and then she would do it all again until her thirst had ceased.
Her boots? Always double knotted, and, if the length of the shoelaces would allow, three knots. You wondered how she could even walk with that thing tied so tightly. Wouldn't it restrict her blood flow? Maybe that was the strategy?
Maybe Kika's physiology was different, maybe her biochemical pathways were coded by different enzymes than everyone else's. That might explain her almost angelic nature.
Angelic wasn't a word most people would use to describe Kika. Determined, funny, troublemaker, cunning and mischievous. Yes, but angelic? No.
Although there wasn't another word in the dictionary - yet - that could portray the way the morning sun would reflect against Kika's olive skin, how the wind moved her hair so perfectly she looked like Mother Nature herself. Even her sweat seemed to shimmer, and her brown eyes were so welcoming and inviting that you wanted to make a home in her orbit.
And you wanted to. You wanted to be one with her, but that was yet to happen.
Maybe things would move a little quicker if you found the courage to ask Kika out on a date, or maybe just say hi without fumbling with the words enough times that it left your face burning and Kika looking confused at you, with a tilted head.
It was the end of training now.
You knew it not by the time, or by the way the sunrays were hitting more to the east of the field rather than to the west, nor by the burn in your thighs or the way Patri was grumbling beside you about how tired she was, though you sympathised, your legs felt like jelly too.
No.
You knew it was the end because Kika had that light, almost imperceptible grimace on her face as she bent her arm behind her back, her hand wrapping around the base of her neck, massaging the area with long, skilful fingers.
You caught your lower lip between your teeth at that sight, just as the ball at your feet was quickly stolen by the yellow group.
Fuck.
You had gotten distracted again, watching Kika and her little quirks, the small actions that made her who she was. The things that felt like secrets waiting to be uncovered by you.
Some of those so-called secrets, you were yet to know. Others, you knew the way you knew the back of your own hand.
Not that you would ever admit it out loud. That would be mortifying.
Alexia and the girls already teased you enough without knowing for certain about your feelings for Kika. The hell they would create in your life if they knew you were head over heels for her. Smitten. Infatuated. Besotted. Captivated by her.
Today was a breezy day, so the physios asked everyone to just drop down on the pitch to do some stretching instead of hitting the gym after training.
You walked to your usual spot, feeling eager, like a puppy, at the thought of having Kika close to you. She always sat by your side, just 3 cm to the left of the main line on the pitch. You knew it by heart now.
Kika stopped to talk to Ona. They were laughing, and you couldn't help but watch Kika smile. Her hair was in a ponytail, swinging softly; her cheeks had the slightest tint of crimson from the intense workout.
Brown eyes met yours, and you clutched the grass beneath your fingers, pulling some of its leaves in the process. You always sweated when Kika acknowledged your existence. It was pathetic, given how she had been your teammate for months now.
She smiled at you, turning her torso and walking in your direction. You smiled back eagerly, patting the grass spot next to you as if to make the earth more accommodating for her.
You froze mid-pat as Pina wandered onto your side of the pitch, her eyes half open because of the sun. Her walk was lazy but still faster than Kika's, who was still a few meters away. Above, a few birds circled lazily in the sky. You could only watch as Pina dropped her water bottle directly to your side, in Kika's spot.
Seconds later, the brunette let herself down next to the blue water bottle, stretching her arms over her head before stretching her legs wide, nudging you in the process. "You're taking too much space, chica," she mumbled, not even caring to glance at your face.
Kika was still walking towards you, but the moment Pina sat her inconvenient self down, she hesitated. It was barely a stop, more of a slight, almost imperceptible deceleration, but in your mind, the moment stretched.
You tracked the movement of her eyes: a flicker of confusion that crossed her face as she registered the blue water bottle, and then Pina, now comfortably sprawled where Kika was meant to be. Her gaze snapped back to you, a question forming there that made your stomach clench.
She bit her cheek, her head tilting just a little bit, her mouth opened, then closed. She spent four seconds there, looking at you and Pina. You counted them, the agonising, stretched-out seconds where Kika - polite, sweet, still feeling a little like 'the new girl' - had the chance to say something, to claim her spot, but said nothing.
Of course, she said nothing.
In the blink of an eye, Kika adjusted her course, humming lightly to herself as she moved a few meters away to a different spot on the pitch, where she started stretching again.
No one around you noticed the disturbance of the already-established stretching spot. They were all too focused on their burning muscles and post-training exhaustion.
But you did. You felt the absence of her presence by your side more acutely than the burning in your quadriceps.
Kika didn't look bothered; she looked fine as she talked to Alexia. She was fine, but you weren't.
Something hot and indignant flared deeply in your chest, some kind of protective anger that you didn’t even know you possessed. It was all so stupid. A spot on the grass. A water bottle. But it was Kika’s routine, your routine, and Pina had just bulldozed through a delicate ecosystem of unspoken, yet very real, feelings.
Before you could think better of it, before your logical brain could whisper that this was petty, mortifying, and would surely invite the kind of teasing you dreaded and hated, you acted. You turned your face to Pina, and your hand smacked her lightly, but with conviction, behind her neck.
"Move," you said.
Pina blinked, surprised by the gentle aggression as she raised just one eyebrow. You didn't even know she could do that. Her eyes, half-opened moments ago, were now sharp.
"Buen entreno to you, too, sunshine," she said in a scoff, massaging the place you had just hit. Her tone was angry, but she wasn't, not much, at least. "You are the one who's getting all the passes wrong, and suddenly I'm the one who gets beaten?"
"Move," you repeated, gesturing vaguely to the side.
"Uh?" Pina asked, her initial irritation slowly turning into confusion, as if no one had ever been territorial over a patch of grass before.
"There's a great spot over there," you said, hand still stretched towards the other side of the pitch. "You can sit there."
Pina turned to where you were pointing just as one of those circling birds decided that exact moment was perfect for relieving itself, right on the grass you had indicated.
You went quiet, and Pina looked at you with disgust.
"Okay, maybe not there," you said quickly, moving your arm south, pointing at where Cata was sitting. "There, you can sit over there."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"I'm not allowed to sit with Cata during training," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "The staff say we lose focus when we are together or whatever."
You rolled your eyes. "How old are you? Three?"
"How old are you?" Pina shot the question back. "I'm not the one bullying my teammates."
"I - it's not bullying!"
"You hit me."
"Very lightly!"
"You know I'm sensitive!"
You were ready to defend yourself or perhaps apologise sincerely to Pina, before the whole incident turned into an HR file for intimidation and workplace hostility. But the smirk tugging at Pina's lips caused whatever words were on your tongue to be swallowed.
She was giving you one of her looks that implied you were far too easy to read.
"Why?" Pina asked, not even bothering to return to the original question. Her voice was calm, not of someone with curiosity, but like she already knew the answer and just wanted to hear you say it.
She leaned in conspiratorially. "This wouldn't have anything to do with Kika, right?"
You wet your lips, preparing to speak, but the words you had swallowed seconds ago didn't find their way back to you.
You fidgeted with your hands while keeping eye contact with Pina. You could feel heat creeping up your neck.
"Because-" You faltered, scrambling for an excuse that didn't sound completely ridiculous. "Just… move por favor."
Smooth. Very convincing. Yeah.
Pina's smirk grew. She glanced past you, and you didn't have to follow her gaze to know she was looking at Kika. "I think you're being a little possessive, no?"
"Pina."
She laughed, but she did move, gathering her water bottle and taking a few exaggerated steps to the left. She even gave a little bow.
"Whatever you say, pequeña capitana," she sing-songed, still grinning like she had just won the lottery. For her, making you admit any feelings for Kika was worth more than ten thousand euros.
You didn't dignify that with a response, mainly because you didn't have any dignity left. You returned to your stretching, pointedly not looking at anyone, but hoping foolishly that Kika would move closer to you.
The shadow that obscured the sun from you was enough for you to know that your wish was granted.
You didn't need to look up to see who was towering over you. You had memorised the outline of her body by now, the precise curve of her shoulder and thin waist beneath the green training bib.
Your stomach did something you could only describe as complicated, as if all the cells of your enteric nervous system decided to fire up at the same time. Your cheeks were turning an even deeper scarlet now, your ears burning.
Kika settled beside you.
"Gracias, guapa," she said smoothly, her voice felt like honey being poured into your ears, in the most lyrical way possible.
"You're welcome," you manage to mutter under your breath, pulling your left thigh close to your chest, trying to stabilise the trembling leg as you begin to stretch.
A few meters to the side, you heard Pina snicker. It was just a quiet and knowing sound that seemed to echo through the open space of the field, making you blush even harder as Kika looked at you tenderly.
You and Kika didn't say much, and you appreciated that. Words were too difficult when Kika was this close.
Instead, you focused on the silence, on the grass beneath your fingers, and on the hand that would, minute by minute, bump into yours and linger there for more seconds than necessary. It wasn't a question or a statement; it was a silent, just shared acknowledgement of the space you both finally occupied together.
A/n: I loved writing this, and I hope you guys liked to read it <3
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Jenni’s world crumbles – her relationship ends, her football is a mess, and her trademark smile is missing more days than not. She’s deeply unhappy and a late-night call with Christen Press leaves her with advice she decides to take.
Jenni moves to Mexico, joins the Liga MX Femenil league, and decides to go after the dream on her bucket list that has been put off for years: become a mother. And nobody is more surprised than Alexia Putellas when Jenni turns up at the 2023 World Cup with a baby in her arms.
pairings ━ kika nazareth x reader, mariona caldentey x sister!reader, alexia putellas x platonic!reader
word count ━ 7k
summary ━ kika catches the eye of mario’s sister who just moved back to barcelona. unbeknownst to kika, you have a secret back home waiting for you
notes ━ so this was technically written a while ago i just decided to revisit it, hence why jana is still on barca so let’s just imagine alright?
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You took a deep breath as you looked out of the plane window. The clouds stretched endlessly beneath you, soft and blindingly white, and for a brief second, you let yourself get lost in them. Leaving London was bittersweet. You had only been there for a year, but it had quickly carved out a place in your heart. The city had become a strange kind of home with its chaos, its people, and the way it made you feel both invisible and infinite all at once.
Still, you had to return. It was time to finish your last year of medical school at the University of Barcelona. London was easy to love, but Barcelona was where everything had started.
Your sister Mariona had moved to London too, officially signing with Arsenal. Having her nearby made the city easier to settle into as you’d both been navigating new beginnings in your own ways.
You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even notice the plane shake until you heard the sharp inhale of breath beside you.
“Hey,” you whispered, turning your head toward the brunette in the aisle seat next to you. She was gripping the armrest like it might sprout wings of its own. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
Her wide brown eyes flicked to you. “No, no. Just—tiny fear of flying,” she said, her voice a little squeaky with nerves. “I’ll be fine.”
You smiled softly. “One of my friends hates flying too. I usually distract her until she forgets she’s thirty thousand feet up. Want me to try the same with you?”
The girl stared at you for a beat before her lips twitched into a small, nervous grin. “Sure. Why not? Better than me passing out.”
You grinned back. “Alright, deal. I’ll talk, you just focus on not dying of terror.”
That earned a laugh out of her, small but real, and you started rambling about your time in London.
“I was doing a year abroad at KCL,” you explained, gesturing with your hands animatedly. “It was a dream come true honestly. I always wanted to go there. It’s such a beautiful campus but god, those first few weeks? I thought I was gonna drown in work. They really don’t play over there.”
She chuckled, relaxing a little as she listened. “That’s what you get for being smart, huh?”
“Please,” you rolled your eyes. “Smart? I once tried to make tea in a coffee maker and nearly broke it.”
That made her laugh even louder, and you caught the faintest hint of dimples.
You went on about culture shocks, how the dinner times were much earlier, how everyone said odd yet intriguing the slang way, and how you’d fallen in love with the pho spot down the street from your flat.
“They made the best pho for six pounds,” you said, a dreamy sigh slipping out. “Six pounds. I think that’s what true happiness tastes like.”
The brunette’s laugh was full and warm now. “You sound like you really loved it there.”
“I did,” you admitted. “But I missed home too. Barcelona has its hold on me.”
Before she could reply, the captain’s voice crackled through the speaker.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Sorry for the delay, but we will have to make a pit stop in Lyon due to a minor technical issue. We’ll resume the flight as soon as possible.”
The entire cabin groaned, and beside you, the brunette dropped her head back with a sigh.
“Oh, come on,” she muttered.
You, however, grinned. “Do you know what this means?”
She turned her head, confused. “Not a clue.”
“Free airport vacation,” you said matter of factly. “We get to stuff our faces at every restaurant in that airport and the airline has to pay for it. It’s basically law.”
That earned you another laugh. “I can’t argue with that logic,” she said, shaking her head.
“Exactly,” you said, unbuckling your seatbelt. “C’mon, stranger. We’re making the best of this.”
When the plane finally landed in Lyon, you and the brunette—Kika, she’d told you during your descent—were the first ones off.
“So,” she said, brushing her shoulder against yours as you both stood in the terminal, “where to first?”
You scanned the area, squinting dramatically before pointing to a random sandwich shop. “There. It looks suspiciously French.”
She grinned. “After you, m’lady.”
The accent she used was ridiculous, somewhere between royal British and bad cowboy, but it sent you into a fit of laughter.
Inside the shop, you both ordered half the menu and decided to rate each sandwich. Kika pulled out her phone, recording as if she was running a food channel.
“Alright,” she said, holding up one with sauerkraut. “Round one.”
She took a bite and immediately recoiled. “Zero out of ten,” she declared, face twisted. “Absolutely not.”
You tried it and shrugged. “I think I like it. It’s a good source of vitamin C, you know.”
Kika stared at you like you had just committed a crime. “I’ll stick to oranges, thanks.”
You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your sandwich.
Next, you found a cozy café and proceeded to drink more coffee than any human body should tolerate. The barista, clearly worried for your safety, eventually refused to give you more espresso and handed you both glasses of water instead.
“I think my eyes are vibrating,” Kika said seriously after draining half her cup.
You clutched your stomach, giggling. “I don’t think I’ve consumed that much caffeine in my life.”
“Then you’re welcome,” she grinned.
Naturally, you ended the culinary chaos with a stop at McDonald’s, where you both ordered large meals you didn’t need.
“I think this is the best burger of my life,” Kika said between bites, nearly groaning.
“Whoever made this deserves the sloppiest kiss,” you said without thinking way too loud and too honest. Both of you froze, then burst out laughing until your sides hurt.
When the laughter finally died down, you wandered into one of the gift shops. Kika picked up a handful of snow globes, shaking them all at once to create a storm of glitter. You, meanwhile, grabbed a small stuffed animal off a shelf.
Kika raised an eyebrow. “Why the stuffy?”
“Tradition,” you said simply, holding it close. “Every trip, I bring something back. Makes the world feel smaller.”
Something in your tone made her look at you differently, but she didn’t press.
By the time you boarded the new plane, exhaustion was setting in, but it was the good kind. You slid back into your seats side by side, the silence comfortable now.
After a few minutes, Kika cleared her throat. “Sooo… is there any chance I could, um, get your number?”
You turned toward her, watching her stumble over her words.
“If not, that’s totally fine!” she blurted quickly. “Like—no pressure, I swear. I just think you’re really cool and—”
“Relax,” you said, smiling as you handed her your phone. “It’s all good. I like pretty girls asking for my number.”
Her cheeks flushed instantly, pink spreading across her face as she typed her number in and handed the phone back.
“Cool,” she said weakly, trying and failing to sound casual.
You leaned back in your seat, grinning to yourself. “Cool.”
“You have to show up, Noelita!” Alexia argued through the phone, her voice full of mock seriousness. “No debate. It might actually be illegal if you don’t come.”
“Illegal?” you repeated, deadpan. “Ale, I’ve only been home for like three days. I’m still unpacking. And stop calling me that nickname. I’m an adult now.”
“Do you like your new apartment?” Alexia asked abruptly, switching topics without even realizing it. “You know, it’s closer to mine than the last one was. And also, what does being an adult have to do with your nickname? It’s tradition.”
You groaned, rubbing your face. “Woe is me.”
“Hey! Don’t distract me, and rude,” Alexia scolded lightly. “You have to come, Noelita. Classes start soon for you, right?”
You sighed, giving in halfway. “Yeah. Two weeks.”
“Perfect. So you have to see me now before you’re buried under anatomy textbooks and charts again,” she said triumphantly. “Besides, I already told Jana I’d take care of getting you there.”
“Oh, for the love of—” you cut yourself off with a groan. “Ale, you know what Jana’s like.”
“She loves you,” Alexia replied, a smile obvious in her tone. “That’s your best friend.”
That wasn’t a lie. Your closest friends in the world were Jana and Bruna. You used to play football with them before you quit around seventeen to truly focus on your love for medicine and science.
You spent much of your time in England visiting Bruna and going to some of her games. Jana was the clingiest of you three and often expressed her jealousy when you two were together.
“She stalks me,” you corrected. “There was one time she broke into my apartment at three in the morning because she ‘missed me.’”
Alexia laughed. “That’s love, Noelita. The kind that breaks and enters.”
You rolled your eyes even though she couldn’t see it. “Fine. You win. What time?”
“Yes! I’ll text you the details. Don’t even think about canceling. Love you, bye!”
“Wait, Ale—”
But the line had already gone dead. You sighed, letting your head fall back against the couch you’d only finished assembling a few hours ago. The apartment was still half finished and a complete mess. Unopened boxes stacked in the corner, clothes draped over the back of a chair, a half assembled bookshelf standing like an incomplete monument to exhaustion.
You reached for your phone again and hit another number, one you knew by heart.
“Mami?” you greeted softly when she answered. “Hey. How’s he doing?”
Your mother’s voice brightened immediately, the faint sounds of Mallorca in the background filled with everything you missed.
“Oh, okay,” you said, listening carefully. “He didn’t eat much breakfast? Yeah, he gets like that when he’s sleepy. It’s probably the time difference, one hour is a lot at this age. Try some of those little pancakes he likes…yeah, those.” You smiled, picturing it. “Well, when he wakes up from his nap, tell him I love him and that I’ll call him later, okay? I’ll be there soon, Ma.”
A few more words were exchanged before the line clicked and the call ended. You let the phone drop onto your lap and exhaled, staring up at the blank ceiling.
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, dragging a hand down your face.
You were home again, back in Barcelona, back in the life you’d built, but somehow it already felt like you were being pulled in twenty different directions. Between school, family, and whatever hurdle you knew were coming, you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep everything perfectly compartmentalized.
Your eyes landed on the framed photo sitting on a nearby box. A little boy no older than three in the photo, baby teeth on display, clutching a football nearly bigger than his head, smiling so wide it hurt to look at. You reached over, brushing your thumb across the glass.
“Don’t worry, AJ,” you whispered. “Mama’s got this.”
The phone buzzed again with Alexia’s text.
ALE SENIOR
Jana and I will pick you up tomorrow morning. Don’t hide. Love you, Noelita ❤️
You stared at it for a second, sighed, and replied.
NOELITA
no need, i have to run to the store before so i will meet you there. love you too ig 🙄
Then, tossing the phone aside, you sank further into the couch. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.
You sighed as you stepped out of the air conditioned hallway and onto the sun drenched practice pitch. The heat hit you instantly, the kind that clung to your skin and made your shirt stick. You shaded your eyes, scanning the field full of familiar faces. It didn’t take long for Alexia to spot you, but she didn’t get the first hug.
“Move!” Jana shouted, barreling forward and nearly knocking Alexia off balance as she shoved past her. She threw herself into your arms with no hesitation, wrapping her legs around your waist. “I missed you so much!”
You staggered but managed to hold her up, laughing. “Missed you too, Jana. God, you don’t change.”
She leaned in closer and whispered, “How’s my boy?”
Your entire face instantly softened, the automatic beaming smile you couldn’t suppress lighting you up. “He’s good. Don’t worry, happy and spoiled as ever.”
Before you could say another word, something slammed into you from behind.
“Salma!” you yelped as you, Jana, and the younger player went tumbling to the ground in a heap of limbs and laughter.
Salma grinned, propping herself up on her elbows. “You didn’t think I was gonna let her get the first hug, did you?”
“You all are gonna kill me one day,” you groaned, though you were laughing too hard to sound convincing.
By the time you’d gotten back on your feet, a small circle of players had formed around you with everyone crowding close. And then Alexia finally broke through the group, glaring playfully at Jana before pulling you into her own embrace.
“Missed you, Noelita,” she murmured against your hair.
“Missed you too, Ale,” you said softly into her neck, squeezing her a little tighter.
Around you, a few of the newer players whispered amongst themselves, curious about who you were. Across the pitch, one of them couldn’t take her eyes off you, Kika Nazareth, sitting with her water bottle half raised, watching like she was witnessing something out of a dream.
You caught her gaze mid conversation, and despite the heat, despite everything, you smiled at her. She blinked, startled, but smiled back shyly before looking away.
Hours later, practice wrapped up. You waited on the sidelines, perched on a bench under the shade while Alexia and the others finished in the locker room. You’d already agreed to spend the next off day with Jana, who had somehow claimed your entire schedule without your consent.
You were scrolling through your phone when someone sat beside you. The faint scent of citrus and something floral hit you before you even looked up.
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” came a teasing voice with a familiar Portuguese lilt.
You turned, lips tugging into a smile. “Could ask you the same thing.”
Kika grinned, clearly proud of herself. “I play here, remember?”
“I didn’t, actually,” you replied, tilting your head. “Small world, huh? I had no idea.”
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “So… how do you know everyone? You seem like you belong here.”
“My sister used to play here,” you said casually. “Mariona Caldentey.”
Kika blinked in surprise, eyebrows shooting up. “Wait—Mario’s your sister?”
“Technically cousin,” you corrected with a small shrug, “but we grew up together. And I was in La Masia when I was younger, before I decided to focus on medicine. Needed something a little more…stable, I guess.”
“Oh, shit,” Kika blurted out, her grin widening. “I love the way she plays. She’s so technical, like, she makes football look easy.”
You laughed, warmth filling your chest. “I’ll make sure to tell her that. She’ll appreciate the fan club.”
A comfortable silence settled over the two of you. It wasn’t awkward by any means, just easy, like you’d been doing this for years. The sun had dipped lower, painting the pitch gold. Then, out of nowhere, Kika spoke again. “Go out with me.”
You blinked. “What?”
She sat up straighter, confidence creeping back into her posture. “Hear me out, okay? I really like you. You’re funny, you’re beautiful, your smile makes me smile, and I don’t know—there’s just something about you. So… yeah. Go out with me.”
You stared at her for a long moment, a dozen different scenarios running through your head. She looked nervous now, her bravado faltering just a little.
Finally, you exhaled and smiled. “Alright.”
Her head snapped up. “Alright?” she repeated, almost like she didn’t believe you.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” you laughed, and before you could react, Kika launched herself forward, hugging you so tight you almost fell off the bench.
“Thank you so much! You won’t regret this!” she shouted, already bouncing to her feet.
You watched as she jogged away toward the locker room, practically glowing.
“What a woman,” you muttered under your breath, shaking your head with a small smile.
After learning you only had a few days left of freedom, Kika was determined to make it the best she possibly could.
After prying information out of Jana… and making her swear on her life not to tell a soul, Kika planned the perfect first date. She knew you hated crowded places and loved quiet corners, so she mapped it out carefully. Your favorite bakery in Gràcia, a slow walk through the park nearby, and finally, a movie night at her apartment.
“What is White Chicks?” Kika asked, squinting at the movie title as she hovered the remote over it on Netflix.
You gasped so loudly she almost dropped the remote. “You’ve never seen the funniest movie to grace this earth?” You sat up dramatically, one hand pressed to your chest like you’d just heard blasphemy. “Francisca! I didn’t know you were uncultured!”
Kika groaned at the sound of her full name, but the corners of her mouth lifted anyway. “I regret ever telling you my full name.”
You turned your head, eyes glinting mischievously, your face now dangerously close to hers. “Oh, do you now?”
The proximity made Kika’s brain short circuit. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she could smell your perfume, like something soft, a mix of vanilla and citrus that made her dizzy. “Yep,” she croaked out, voice cracking embarrassingly.
You grinned. “You really regret it?”
Her eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips and back again, her breath catching. “Caralho,” she muttered under her breath, before she could stop herself, and then she was cupping your face and kissing you.
Your hand instinctively found the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her lips were warm, gentle at first, then more confident when she felt you melt into her.
Kika abruptly pulled away, panic flashing across her face. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to— I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or—”
“Kika, you talk a lot,” you interrupted softly, eyes flicking to her lips before tugging her back in for another kiss.
Kika’s surprise lasted all of two seconds before she kissed you back, her hands sliding to your waist, steady but hesitant. You smiled against her lips, shifting until you ended up straddling her lap, her hands instinctively holding you like she was scared you’d disappear.
“You are so pretty,” Kika mumbled, her words spilling out without permission as her fingers traced the hem of your shirt, the skin of your waist warm beneath them. She leaned back slightly, eyes roaming your face with quiet awe.
You felt your cheeks flame. “Shut up and kiss me, Nazareth.”
Her answering grin was quick and boyish before she obeyed, lips finding yours again.
Since that first date, you and Kika had gone on at least six more. Coffee dates that lasted hours, late night park walks, stolen kisses in her car before training. And when you weren’t together, you talked constantly. Texts, voice notes, random memes, tiktoks, snaps, sleepy FaceTimes at night, you two were always talking.
Despite really liking her, maybe more than you wanted to admit, there was a weight in your chest every time you saw her name light up your screen. The secret you still hadn’t told her.
So you did what you always did when life got too heavy. You called your sister. Your therapist and search engine wrapped in one.
“Mari, I need serious help,” you said, the words tumbling out as soon as your sister’s face appeared on FaceTime. Your eyes were glassy, voice tight.
“Cálmate, Noelita,” Mariona soothed instantly, the older sister tone slipping in effortlessly. “What happened? Are you safe? Is Aleix alright?”
“I— I started seeing someone,” you admitted, biting your lip. “I guess we’re just talking right now. Nothing official.”
Mariona’s expression softened. “That’s good, mi vida. It’s been a while since you’ve done something for yourself. You deserve this.”
You looked down, picking at your nails. “But I haven’t told her about Aleix yet. I don’t know how to.”
Mariona went quiet. The silence stretched until you finally glanced up.
“It’s been pure luck so far,” you continued, voice shaking. “He’s still with Mami in Felanitx, but he’s coming back soon to start school. And I know it’s going to come up eventually. But I just…I want to protect him, Mari. He’s my whole world. But I don’t want to lose her either. I really like this girl. I don’t know what to do.”
Mariona sighed softly, leaning back in her chair. “Noelita, I have to be very blunt with you for a second, especially because it’s concerning Aleix.”
You nodded, bracing yourself.
“Don’t waste both of your time,” she said firmly. “If you tell her and she’s fine with it, perfect. Take that leap and let her in. If she’s not— then you let her go. You don’t need someone who can’t handle both you and him. ¿Me oyes?” [Do you hear me?]
You sniffled, wiping your eyes. “I hear you,” you whispered.
Mariona’s face softened again. “Listen to me, hermanita. You’re doing great. You’ve built a beautiful life for that little boy, and you’re stronger than you think. Aleix is lucky to have you and any girl worth your time will see that.”
You smiled weakly, heart tight. “I love you, Mari.”
“I love you too,” she said with a grin. “Always. Me, Marc, and Aleix, we’ll always have you.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You just had to include Marc.”
“Of course,” Mariona teased. “Someone has to annoy you when I’m not around. I’m surprised he hasn’t don’t a random drop by but I think he’s in Japan right now.”
You rolled your eyes, feeling lighter for the first time that day. “I’ll tell her. Soon.”
“Good,” Mariona said. “And if she runs, remember that she’s the one missing out, not you.”
You nodded, and when the call ended, you stared at your phone for a long while before texting Kika.
Kika felt your energy off the moment you stepped into the coffee shop. You still had that soft, warm presence she adored, but something about your eyes and how tired they looked made her heart stir with worry. Still, she smiled like she always did when she saw you, her soft dimples making a rare appearance.
“Hey,” she greeted, voice light.
You smiled back, but it didn’t quite meet your eyes making Kika tense. “Hey.” You slid into the chair across from her, tucking a loose braid from your ponytail behind your ear. “How was practice?” you asked quickly, like small talk could delay whatever you came here to say.
Kika placed your favorite latte in front of you before sitting down. “It was alright. Recovery day. Not too bad.” She leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, the faintest blush coloring her face when she noticed how it made you smile. “How about you? How’s school?”
You exhaled, fiddling with the napkin in your hands. “Bit stressful. I knew the last of my rotations and studying for the MIR would be hard, but this is…” You trailed off with a yawn you couldn’t stifle. “This is something else.”
Kika’s brows knit with concern. “You need to rest more. I can tell you’re exhausted.”
You shook your head quickly. “It’s fine. It’s my decision not to take a gap year anyway.” You hesitated, the words clawing at your throat. “But that’s not really why I wanted to talk.”
Kika’s chest tightened. That dreaded tone. Nothing good ever followed that tone. “Alright…”
You stared down at your hands, at the silver rings twisting nervously between your fingers. Your heart was hammering in your chest, your throat dry. You had rehearsed this moment in your head a hundred times, every version ending in a different kind of heartbreak.
“Um,” you started, voice trembling. “There’s something I haven’t told you. Something I definitely should have told you way earlier.”
Kika’s lips parted, a weak attempt at a smile tugging at them. “You’re not secretly married, are you?” she joked halfheartedly, trying to lift the tension in the air.
You actually laughed softly at that, but the sound didn’t linger. “God, no.” Your fingers tightened around your cup. “But… I have a son.”
The words hit the table like thunder. For a second, Kika didn’t move. The world around her seemed to still, coffee machines whirred in slow motion, the hum of chatter dimmed, even the traffic outside felt muted. Only your trembling voice remained.
“A… son?”
You nodded, forcing yourself to meet her eyes even as your heart cracked open. “Yeah. He turned five in April. I had him when I was seventeen.”
Silence fell between you. Kika blinked a few times, trying to process what you’d just said. She opened her mouth once, closed it again, searching for words that refused to come.
“Wow,” she finally breathed, leaning back. “I… I didn’t see that coming.”
You gave a small, sad smile. “Most people don’t.”
Kika’s gaze dropped to her coffee, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the cup. “Does he… does he live with you?”
“He’s in Mallorca right now with my mom,” you said quietly. “Just for a bit. He’s starting school soon, so he’ll be back in a few days.”
Kika nodded slowly, still staring at the swirl of foam in her cup like it might give her answers. “Right. Okay. I just—I don’t know what to say.”
You could feel the ache starting to build in your chest, heavy and familiar. “You don’t have to say anything. I just thought you should know before this went any further. It’s my fault for not telling you sooner.”
“Yeah,” she said too quickly, words tumbling out clumsily. “No—I mean—thank you for telling me. It’s just… wow. That’s a lot.”
You nodded, the sting in your chest worsening. “I get it.”
Kika’ brows furrowed. “I just didn’t picture you as someone who—” She stopped, wincing. “That came out wrong. I didn’t mean it like—”
You looked down at your lap, voice small. “You don’t have to apologize. I know what you meant.”
The silence stretched long and thin, only broken by the occasional hiss of the espresso machine.
Finally, you pushed your chair back, the legs scraping softly against the floor. “This won’t work, Kika.”
Her head snapped up, eyes wide. “Wait—what? That’s not what I—”
But you were already standing, slipping your bag over your shoulder with trembling hands. “You’re not ready for this,” you said quietly. “And that’s fine. You don’t have to be. But I can’t do… half acceptance. Not when it comes to him. He’s too important.”
Kika stood up too, panic flickering in her eyes. “Wait, wait—please, just give me a second to—”
You smiled softly, sadly, your eyes glassy. “Take care, Kika.”
And before she could say anything else, you turned and walked out into the street, the door’s bell jingling faintly behind you.
Kika stayed frozen, staring at the empty chair across from her, at the coffee cup you left untouched. Her throat felt tight, her heart pounding. She didn’t even know what to feel—shock, regret, fear—only that she’d just watched something good slip away before she ever got the chance to understand it.
Outside, the street went on as usual. But inside that little corner, it felt like time had stopped, and Kika Nazareth sat alone with nothing but the echo of your name in her head and the weight of what she’d just lost.
Kika sat curled up in the exact same spot on her couch, the one you’d claimed during your movie nights, staring blankly at the TV. White Chicks was playing again, but this time, it wasn’t funny. The movie’s dialogue faded into the background, replaced by the echo of your voice in her head.
You had a kid, a son to be exact. A five year old. And Kika hadn’t even asked his name? Her chest tightened as guilt and realization hit her all at once. When she thought about it, it didn’t even matter that you had a kid. She liked you for you. The way you teased her, the way you smiled with your whole face, the way you made her feel calm without trying. The fact that you were a mother didn’t change that, it only made her like you more.
The pieces started clicking together in her mind like a cruel puzzle. You had gotten pregnant at seventeen, graduated early, got accepted into one of the best medical programs in Spain, and gave up football all to give your son a better life. You’d done everything right, sacrificed everything.
And what did Kika do? She panicked and made you feel like nothing.
“Mierda,” she muttered, running her hands through her hair. “I really messed up.”
She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, staring down at her shaking hands. The more she thought about you walking out that café door, the more her stomach turned. She could still see your eyes shining full of hurt and resigned. And gosh did she hated herself for being the reason behind them.
But she knew one thing. She wasn’t going to lose you. Not now and not ever. So she grabbed her phone before she even realized why she was doing.
“Come on, Jana, come on,” she muttered as the line rang. Straight to voicemail. Again. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She groaned, slumping back into the couch. “Okay, plan B.”
If Jana wouldn’t answer, she had to go over her head. Straight to Alexia.
She knew you and Alexia were close and practically family. Alexia had known you forever, friends with your sister, watched you grow up, and bragged about you constantly. Kika had lost count of how many times Alexia had said “Mi Noelita is back” since you’d returned to Barcelona.
With a deep breath, she pressed call.
“Hola?” Alexia’s voice came through, sharp but warm. “Kika? What’s up?”
Kika’s voice cracked. “Hey, Ale. Uh… this is gonna sound bad, but— I’ve been seeing someone, and I think you might know her.”
The silence on the other end was deafening. Alexia’s tone turned dangerous. “Kika. Does this girl happen to be Noelita?”
Kika winced. “…Maybe.”
There was a beat of silence before Alexia groaned, audibly rubbing her forehead. “No, no, no. Why? What did you do?”
Kika’s stomach twisted. “I didn’t mean to! I swear! She told me about her son and I… freaked out.”
“What the fuck, Kika?” Alexia yelled, her tone sharp enough to make the younger girl flinch. “She opened up to you about Aleix and you freaked out? Do you know how hard it is for her to even tell you about him? She doesn’t trust people easily!”
“I know!” Kika said quickly, rubbing her temples. “I realized right after she left! I—I messed up, Ale. Big time. She ended things, and it’s like—it’s not a normal hurt. It’s like someone ripped my heart out and put it in a blender. My chest hurts.”
Alexia’s expression softened slightly at that. “So what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to get her back,” Kika said firmly, voice cracking at the edges. “I need to show her I care about her. That I want her. And her son. All of it.”
“Kika,” Alexia warned, her tone serious now. “You need to understand something—Aleix is her entire world. He’s all she’s had for five years. Every choice she’s made, every wall she’s built, it’s been for him. She’s had to guard her heart, not just for herself, but for him too.”
Kika went quiet for a moment, her throat tight. “Aleix,” she repeated softly, tasting the name like it meant something sacred. “I need to make this right, Alexia. I don’t care what it takes. I just… I know she’s the one. Please, Ale, help me.”
There was silence again before Alexia finally sighed. “You probably already know this, but she loves White Chicks.”
Kika couldn’t help but let out a tiny, breathless laugh.
Alexia continued, “She’s obsessed with those Welch’s fruit snacks and ginger snaps. Her favorite flowers are sunflowers because she likes to harvest the seeds herself. Get her lots of chocolate—dark, not milk—and maybe a new blanket. She lost hers during the move.”
Kika’s heart thudded hard in her chest, relief washing through her. “Thank you, Ale. Really.”
“No problem,” Alexia said. “But Kika?”
“Yeah?”
“The next time you hurt her,” Alexia warned, voice low and deadly, “I won’t be that friendly.” The line went dead before Kika could respond.
She sat there for a long time, the phone still pressed to her ear, White Chicks still playing in the background. Then she stood up, determination flickering like fire behind her eyes.
If you’d built walls to protect yourself, then Kika Nazareth was ready to climb every single one of them, because this time, she wasn’t going to run.
Kika had never felt more nervous in her entire life. No final, no penalty, no Clásico, no crowd of eighty thousand could compare to this. Her palms were sweaty, her heart thudding somewhere near her throat as she stood outside your apartment door. Her arms were full holding a beautiful woven basket filled to the brim with all your favorite things: fruit snacks, dark chocolate, chips, cookies, and tucked underneath it all, a soft beige blanket she’d seen you eyeing weeks ago at a shop window near Camp Nou. In her other hand, a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite, wrapped in simple brown paper, still damp from the morning dew. She’d gone to five different florists across Barcelona looking for them.
She almost gave up twice and she almost turned back now, standing there with her heart in her hands. Kika swallowed hard and knocked exactly three times.
For a split second, she considered running. Pretending she never came, that this was all a dream, that she could live without fixing the mess she made. But then she heard your faint voice from inside, soft and tired, and it rooted her to the floor.
The door creaked open. “Kika?” your voice came, small but still laced with disbelief.
You stood there in the doorway, with your braids loosely braided and clipped with a claw, glasses perched on your nose instead of your usual contacts. You were in sweatpants and a tank top, no bra, making Kika use every single bit of willpower not to look down. Your eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, evidence of the crying you’d been doing.
“What are you doing here?” you asked quietly, fingers tightening on the edge of the door.
Kika froze. She looked like she wanted to speak but had forgotten every word she’d rehearsed. Then, as if muscle memory kicked in, she thrust the basket and the flowers out toward you like a peace offering.
“Uh—this is for you.”
You stared at the gifts, then back at her, sighing softly. You took them from her hands, your fingers brushing hers for a brief moment that sent a shock through her system.
“Kika,” you began, voice low, weary. “Listen—”
“No, please.” Kika’s voice cracked slightly. “Please let me say this first.”
You hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Alright.”
Kika took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling unevenly. “I was a coward,” she said. “I reacted out of fear like I always do. And I hate that about myself. But I can’t stand how things are right now. I really miss you. I like you, like a lot. You’re beautiful, kind, and brilliant, and you make everything make sense. You make life feel lighter, like I can breathe underwater without needing oxygen. I don’t deserve you, I know that, but I can’t stop thinking about you. About the way you laugh, or how you scrunch your nose when you’re thinking. And yeah, I’m still scared, terrified even,’but I’d rather be scared than lose you.”
You wiped your cheeks with the back of your hand, your voice breaking. “Come here, you idiot.”
Kika barely had time to process before you tugged her forward, crashing your lips against hers. The relief in that kiss was overwhelming, it was soft and desperate yet trembling and fierce. Her hands found your waist instinctively, holding you like she’d been waiting a lifetime for this exact moment.
When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, she whispered, “So… you forgive me?”
You let out a tearful laugh, brushing your thumb across her cheek. “Yes, I forgive you, Francisca.”
Her grin was radiant, the kind that reached her eyes. She wrapped her arms around you again, laughing into your neck, whispering ‘thank you’ between soft kisses. Then she lifted you off the ground with ease, spinning you once before setting you gently onto the couch, climbing on top of you in a flurry of affection.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she murmured between kisses across your face, targeting your forehead, your cheeks, your nose in her attack. You giggled, catching her lips in another kiss that silenced her apologies.
Hours later, you were both in your bed, lying face to face beneath the dim glow of your bedside lamp. The world had gone quiet. Your fingers absentmindedly played with the ends of Kika’s hair, twirling them between your fingertips as she studied you like you were something holy.
“Tell me about him,” she whispered suddenly. Her voice was gentle, careful, like she was afraid of breaking whatever fragile peace you’d both built tonight.
“Kika, you don’t have to—”
“No,” she interrupted softly, shaking her head. “I want to. If I’m going to be in your life, I want to understand everything that comes with you. Especially him.”
Your heart clenched, but you nodded. “Alright. What do you want to know?”
“I guess… the basics first,” she said, smiling faintly.
You couldn’t help but smile back, the corners of your lips lifting as warmth crept into your chest. “His full name is Aleix Caldentey but we call him AJ. Alexia started it. She said it stands for Alexia Junior because their names mean the same thing.” You paused, chuckling softly. “When he was two, he was basically Alexia’s shadow. She couldn’t take two steps without him waddling behind her.”
Kika smiled at the image.
“He’s obsessed with Bluey and Paw Patrol right now,” you continued. “And Max and Ruby, though I’m convinced that show is slowly melting my brain. He’s… smart. So smart it scares me sometimes. He’ll ask these big, grown-up questions, and I just stand there like, ‘uhh, let’s ask Tía Mari.’”
Kika laughed softly. “Just like his mom.”
You barked out a laugh at that, shaking your head. “Yeah. Maybe.”
She was quiet for a while, tracing the lines on your palm with her finger. “What about his father?”
The question hung in the air for a long moment. You didn’t flinch, not anymore, but your eyes softened.
“He was my high school boyfriend,” you said finally. “When I found out I was pregnant, he told me to get rid of him. Said we were too young, that he wasn’t ready to be a father. When I decided to keep Aleix, he said he wanted nothing to do with us. He didn’t sign the birth certificate, never sent money, never called.” You exhaled, your thumb brushing against Kika’s collarbone. “I haven’t heard from him since. And honestly, I think I prefer it that way.”
Kika’s throat tightened. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Kika,” you said softly, cutting her off. “It’s okay. Really. That part of my life doesn’t hurt the same anymore.” You looked at her seriously, your voice dropping low. “Besides if we’re going to do this, if we’re really doing this, we need to promise to be honest. Open communication. No shutting down. No running away.”
Kika nodded immediately, eyes glistening. “I promise.” She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back.
“What was that for?” you asked, smiling now.
She shrugged with a bashful grin, her hand cupping your cheek. “You’re amazing. Truly, you are amazing. That’s what that was for.”
You laughed quietly, the sound bubbling from your chest as you buried your face against her neck.
And as Kika’s hand slid up to rest on your back, tracing soft circles, the two of you just lay there, tangled in blankets and second chances, hearts finally beating in the same rhythm.
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Of Baby Bears and Golden Retrievers
This is planned as a 20 chapters story between Leah and shy! reader. If a chapter isn't linked it means it's not published yet. A new chapter comes every Thursday.
terribly sorry to bring it up but how and why on earth did the woso world allow arsenal to win the champions league last season. truly one of life’s greatest mysteries and mistakes
if barça don’t get to oslo and get that trophy back… pere romeu out, ted lasso in
Warnings 》 toxic ex-leila, mentions cheating and sexual content. Minors DNI
You took a deep breath breathing in the familiar Manchester air. A place you didn’t think you’d find yourself in again but life has a way of reopening old wounds so here you were.
Wounds that you thought were healed immediately started bleeding as you stood in front of Jodie as the worst year of your life replayed in your eyes. A year ago you were having the season of your life and Leila was your girlfriend.
But when the international break came around it was no longer y/n and leila but alexia and leila. Your 3 year long relationship crumpled down by a drunk slip of your own girlfriend's tongue. While you stayed in England for your own camp your girlfriend was entangled with Spain's golden girl and the suffocation of guilt had Leila drunkenly fumbling over the excuse of distance and pressure had her falling into Alexia's arms.
You remember your mind going completely blank and your heart cold but you said nothing, just packed a bag and left quietly no one from your team, especially Leila knew where you'd disappeared too. A year passed in silence, no training, no roaster appearances or answer texts or calls from you.
Now you are back hoping that you're strong enough to focus on keeping your feet on the ball. Your teammates welcomed you back gladly while Laila stood off in a corner awkwardly while you trained your eyes to not meet hers even once.
You quickly built a new routine. One that didn't include Leila anymore and you quickly molded back into the team while doing your best to avoid one on one interactions with the Spanish girl.
Leila on the other hand found pleasure in your game of cat and mouse. When the initial shock of seeing you again wore off the old feelings started brewing again. She couldn't help but feel a rush of want anytime you made her fight for a sliver of your attention. In the two weeks of you being back all she'd manage was a pass of her water bottle and a distracted hum after a successful block during training.And the older woman craved more. She knew she was wrong and the fault for the situation she was in was no one but her own but after a year without you she couldn’t help but want to end herself inflicted misery.
But this you was so different from the one she knew before. You were confident, unbothered by her presence and worst of all newly attached to bunny shaw. Leila hated every second of it. Bunny got everything she used to have, you trained together, ate together and even shared earphones on the bus during away games. Everything except the kisses Leila used to have.
After another two weeks Leila grew sick of the cat and mouse game and caught you on the way to the parking lot by your wrist slamming your back to the wall next to the door leading to the parking lot. “So that's your game.”
You took a second to get rid of your initial shock before looking into Leila's wild eyes. They screamed possession and anger.
“What game Ouahabi?” you hissed trying to free yourself from her grasp only to have her hold your torso down with her hips and both of your wrist in her palms above your head. She didn't reply immediately, just ghosting her lips over your exposed neck before returning her gaze to you.
“You leave for a year completely ghost and now you're back and ignoring me and getting close to bunny.” Her Spanish accent is thick. She's close enough for her breath to hit your lips after every word and you know who Leila is and how much she hurt you but you can't control the pulse that goes to your core, one only her touch is capable of creating.
“Look at you even though you work hard to avoid me. Your body still remembers me amor, it still knows who it belongs to.” The older woman's words are close to your ear now, her lips making contact with your neck now in feather-like kisses and you can't help the pathetic whimper that escapes your lips.
Leila almost let out a moan of her own at that familiar sound moving her head to bring her lips to your but the clearing of a throat stops her and snaps you back to your senses using her distracted state to push her away and slipped out the door quickly not bothering to see who is responsible for the interruption but thanking them silently for bringing back your common sense.
Leila threw her head back with a frustrated groan before turning to see Khadjia Shaw watching her fiercely.
“I'd watch myself if I were you, Ohahabi.” Bunny's Jamaican accent is prominent in the warning and it makes the older Spaniard shiver before a scowl takes over her features. “If you think I'll step aside and make it easy for you to have her, you're wrong Shaw.”
“I don't know what idea you have in your head about me and y/n but I'll let you know what's factual. Y/n is my friend and I'll be damned if I have to help her put herself back together again after a year because of you.” bunny grits before bumping their shoulders roughly while leaving through the same door you did not too long ago.
Leila rubs her shoulder with a smirk as she decides to put bunny's warning on a back burner. She was above hurting you again but at the same time all she could focus on was how it felt to feel you and hear you again and nothing was gonna stop her from taking you completely again.
Back at your apartment you were spiraling. You were supposed to hate her, but she touched you again like before and you were disgusted with yourself for wanting more. You buried your feelings in a wine bottle hoping by the morning the feelings would disappear.
A knock came at your door during your self loathing and you didn’t expect to see any one but bunny given she was the only one that knew where you stayed however that wasn't the case as Leila fucking Ouahabi stood at your door.You immediately moved to shut the door in her face but she quickly pushed it open and let herself in easily due to your slightly inebriated state.
“Found you carino.” Leila smirked, pinning you down for the second time that day. You opened your mouth to speak but the older woman quickly shut that down by roughly bringing your lips together. You're almost embarrassed by the way you quickly reciprocated the kiss but choose to blame it on liquid courage.
Before you know it you're just in a matching black set after Leila discarded your clothes, her eyes wondering not in lust but admiration and sadness. “You're beautiful amor.” You didn't get to dwell too long on the shift of emotions in her eyes to focus on your own spiral of thoughts and the way her fingers felt over your now exposed nipple.
Leila's mouth found your other breast while she continued to fondle the other you couldn't help but arching into her, your body now completely meshed with hers. Her vacant hand ran up the outside of your thigh before gently guiding your leg to hook on her hip before bringing her knee to your heated center and removing it just as quick.
Before you could let out a whine at the loss of contact she lifts you up completely guiding both your bodies to the coach she sat you down gently before dropping to her knees eyes never leaving yours. You hated it. You hated that you saw the leila before a year ago and you hated how you thought about forgetting that year if it meant keeping her there looking at you like that again.
You shook away the thought and lifted your hips when prompted by the woman on her knees. She gets rid of your panties quickly before diving into your heated core. Her tongue is warm and almost careful as she licks between your folds. You feel the vibrations from the moan she lets out once your taste is on her tongue.
She ate you out gently for a while then you can tell when she began to get greedy. She started to fuck you with her tongue while using her nimble fingers to give attention to your clit and before long your legs trembled on her shoulders while she drank everything you gave her.
Once your legs steady on her shoulders Leila kisses flutter gently against any skin she could touch until she reaches your lips again. This time you can't feel the want on her lips but what felt like pleading like she's silently trying to explain something her words couldn't.
When she separates from your lips her eyes find yourself and to your surprise they glistened with tears however you couldn't bring yourself to put your arm around her in comfort. You just looked back at her with your hurt and shame apparent.
Part 1 - Chapter 1
Part 1 - Chapter 2
Part 1 - Chapter 3
Part 1 - Chapter 4
Part 2 - Chapter 5
Part 2 - Chapter 6
Part 2 - Chapter 7
Part 2 - Chapter 8
Part 3 - Chapter 9
Part 3 - Chapter 10
Part 3 - Chapter 11
Part 3 - Chapter 12
Part 4 - Chapter 13
Background Story 1 - The Black Thread
Part 4 - Chapter 14
Background Story 2 - The Final Deployment
Part 4 - Chapter 15
Part 4 - Chapter 16
having some thoughts about you holy trinity kiki aitana and alexia and can’t say they are all wholesome because ughhhh
a/n: me when im a whore - (+18)
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Oh, imagine that Alexia is using a strap on you, going deeper and deeper each time as Kika kisses you deeply, not letting you form a single thought.
Aitana is on your side, her lips wrapped around your breast, sucking your nipple so gently that makes you want to whine, beg for more.
Alexia is saying out loud everything she's seeing. She describes the way your cunt welcomes her biggest strap easily, because you are just so wet and pliant.
How Kika's making a mess of your face, a mix of sweat and saliva dripping from your lips down to your neck, the liquids cooling down your warm skin.
How Aitana's keeping a hand on your lower belly, keeping you still so Alexia can use you as she wants.
How your chest, clavicle and neck are covered in hickeys because the three of them were having a competition about who could mark you up more.
Oh...kudos if it's an ejaculation strap. <3
Alexia makes a complete mess inside of you, leaving you dripping with her.
When Alexia pulls out, out of breath and honestly a little tired, she takes the strap off and gives it to Aiatana, who doesn't even ask if she can fuck you.
Alexia's laying down now, her hand going to your clit, touching it teasily without putting any pressure on it.
Aitana penetrates you slowly, wathing as your cunt swollows their shared strap. She moved her hips until she found a good rhythm. You are moaning against Kika's mouth now, but she doesn't stop kissing you.
Kika's hands are weakly wrapped around the base of your neck, choking you just enough to make you even more dizzy, more dumb, more stupid.
That's how they want you.
They want you at their own mercy. They want you all to themselves; they want to make a mess of you, a mess that only the three of them can fix.
Maybe it was how Alexia was masturbarting you, her thumb making circles on your clit; maybe it was how Kika's hands had lowered so she was playing with your nipples; or maybe it was how Aitana was going even deeper than Alexia.
You didn't know what led to your body's culmination.
You only remembered feeling the ejaculation from the strap filling you up even more as you squirted on the mattress.
"Breath, cariño," Alexia had told you, kissing your cheeks, your lips. "You did so well, but now Kika has to have her turn, okay?"
You don't nod, you can't.
All the muscles in your body were so relaxed that you felt like you wouldn't be able to move, even if you wanted to.
You felt somebody moving your body to the side, as if you were the little spoon, and then, you are being fucked again, but this time, it's more gentle, not so rushed. It's Kika.
Alexia keeps praising you. Aitana's naked on the side of the bed, watching everything, taking in every single action of her girls.
Alexia's kissing you now, but they are soft kisses, they are grounding. They force you to breathe through your nose instead of your mouth.
"So tight, amor," Kika says in your ear. "How can you be so tight after all of us fucked you?"
When the strap ejaculated for the third time that night, Kika pulled out, kissing the back of your neck, murmuring about cleaning you up. But Aitana was faster.
She turned you on your back. "Going to spread your legs, okay? We need to clean you."
And she did. She cleaned you up gently. And then Alexia tried to take you to the bathroom to have a shower, but you felt like there were no functioning muscles in your body.
In the end, they let you take a nap first.
You fell asleep with Alexia's hands wrapped around your belly, while you lay your head on Aitana's chest. Kika kissed your cheek before murmuring something about making dinner.
You liked your three girls a lot, let's just say that <3
