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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: surprising your girlfriend at the euro final

warnings: nothing but fluff

words: 5.1k

a/n: after being on hiatus for nearly a year… only being back to back champs could make me write a one shot again!

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The call rings just once before you answer.

“There she is,” you say, settling further into the corner of your sofa, wrapped in a worn, oversized jumper. Your laptop is balanced on your knees in front of you, and Alessia’s face fills the screen, tired but warm, framed by the soft yellow glow of her hotel bedside lamp.

Outside your window, London is beginning to settle in for the night. The July air is thick with humidity, the kind that makes the city feel almost slow. A fine mist has started to fall, slicking the pavement below in a shimmer of streetlamp gold. The occasional car swishes past, headlights cutting across your ceiling in brief flashes.

Your flat is dimly lit—just the lamp in the corner and the string of fairy lights you never bothered to take down after Christmas. A half-finished mug of tea sits on the coffee table beside a stack of paperwork you’d abandoned hours ago. Your phone buzzes somewhere nearby with unread emails, but you ignore it.

Alessia’s sitting cross-legged on a crisp hotel bed in Switzerland, her England hoodie slightly rumpled, damp hair twisted into a lazy braid. You can hear the faint buzz of her teammates in the hallway beyond her door—laughs, the closing of a door, someone yelling for a charger.

“Hey, you,” she says, her voice softer than usual, her eyes scanning your face like she’s trying to memorise every part of it. “I’ve missed you.”

You smile, tired but genuine. “Missed you more.”

There’s a quiet beat, the kind you’ve both grown used to over the past few weeks—squeezed between training camps and work obligations and time zones. Then you ask, “How are you feeling?”

Alessia shrugs, but you can tell from the slight droop of her shoulders it’s not her usual pre-match energy. “I don’t know. Bit nervous, obviously. But mostly just… wishing you were here.”

You glance down for a second, guilt prickling at your chest. “I know. Me too. I wanted to be more than anything, Less. You know that. But with the client flying in early, the meetings stacked all weekend—I tried everything, but I just couldn’t move it.”

“I just—” She pauses, adjusting her phone slightly. “I know. I know it’s not your fault. It’s just… it’s the final. It’s kind of a big deal,” she adds quickly, gently. “And I’m not mad. Just sad, I guess. I really wanted you in the stands.”

You lean back against the cushions, voice steady despite the lump rising in your throat. “I get it. But please don’t let my absence take away from tomorrow. You’ve worked too hard for this moment to carry anything but pride into that stadium.”

She gives you a tired smile, eyes glassy. “You always say the right thing, you know that?”

“Only because I know how incredible you are.” You pause, then grin. “And because I’m the one who gets to say ‘that’s my girlfriend’ tomorrow while shouting at the telly like a lunatic.”

Alessia laughs, a real one this time, the sound soft and familiar. “Promise you’ll actually watch? Like, the full match?”

You gasp. “Are you kidding? I’m clearing the flat, stocking up on snacks, and wearing that jersey with your name on the back.”

She grins. “That’s the one.”

There’s a beat where you both just look at each other, and it’s quiet in that kind of intimate, stretched-out way that makes you feel like time has slowed down.

“Get some rest,” you say softly. “Big day tomorrow.”

Alessia nods. “I love you.”

You smile so hard it hurts. “I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

Alessia doesn’t hang up right away. She just stays there for a moment, watching you through the screen, her fingers absentmindedly fidgeting with the sleeve of her hoodie.

“Hey,” she says, voice barely above a whisper now. “Can you… would you stay on with me? Just until I fall asleep?”

Your heart softens instantly. “Of course I can.”

“I know it’s stupid,” she says quickly, eyes darting down. “I’m just… a little in my head tonight. It helps hearing your voice. Just knowing you’re there.”

“It’s not stupid at all,” you say gently, settling more comfortably into the couch.

She smiles at that, a slow, sleepy sort of smile. “Okay. Good.”

You watch as she shifts beneath the covers, tucking her phone against the pillow beside her so that your face stays in frame. The hotel room lights are dim now, casting soft shadows over her features. She blinks slowly, lashes fluttering as she starts to unwind, the adrenaline from the day finally wearing off.

“Tell me something,” she murmurs.

“Like what?” you wonder, furrowing your brows.

“Doesn’t matter. Just your voice,” she shrugs tiredly.

So you talk. About the sun setting outside your window. About the fox you saw earlier darting across the street. About how the city feels different when you’re not in it together. You tell her that you bought extra snacks for tomorrow even though you’ll probably forget to eat anything because you’ll be too nervous for her.

She hums quietly here and there, eyelids growing heavier by the minute.

Eventually, her breathing slows. Her body stills. You watch her chest rise and fall, peaceful now, one hand curled slightly under her chin.

“I love you,” you whisper, even though she can’t hear it anymore.

But you don’t hang up.

Not yet.

You just sit there, the glow of the laptop screen illuminating the dim room, casting soft shadows across the walls. Outside, the city hushed. It feels like the whole world has paused.

You watch her—her face softened in sleep, brows unknotted now, tension gone. It hits you then, a sudden wave of something that makes your throat tighten.

She needed you. Not in a grand, dramatic way. But in the quiet, essential kind of way. The kind of need that builds in the small hours, when the world feels too big and the room feels too empty.

Your jaw clenches as you exhale through your nose. You glance at your phone on the coffee table. It’s almost midnight. You should be sleeping. You should be preparing for the meeting with the international client. You should be thinking about logistics and agendas.

But all you can think about is her.

You chew your lip, stare out at the street for a moment, then make a decision.

Swift. Certain.

You reach for your phone, careful not to drop the laptop from your knees. Your fingers hesitate just briefly over the contact name—Boss—before you press it.

He picks up groggily after two rings. “Everything okay?”

You steady your voice. “Yeah, sorry to call this late. I know we’ve got the meetings tomorrow, but I need to make a change.”

There’s a pause on the other end. “Go on.”

“I’ll still handle them,” you say quickly. “But I’d like to move them up—early morning, if possible. I’ll be at home. Zoom should work fine. I just—” you hesitate for the first time, “—I need to be on a flight to Switzerland by the afternoon.”

Another beat of silence. Then: “Is this for Alessia?”

You smile, small but sure. “Yeah. She’s playing in the final tomorrow night. And she thinks I can’t be there.”

He exhales, but it’s not annoyed. “We’ll make it work. I’ll send a new calendar invite in the morning. Safe travels.”

“Thank you,” you say, more relieved than you expected.

When you hang up, you glance back at the laptop. Alessia is still fast asleep, her lips slightly parted, hair falling across her cheek.

You gently pick up your laptop and head into your bedroom. Placing your laptop down, you quickly spring into action.

Your suitcase—half unpacked from a work trip two weeks ago—is dragged out from under your bed. As you toss in essentials with one hand, you’re already navigating flight apps with the other, your phone screen casting a glow over your determined expression.

Your fingers move fast, jaw tight, eyes flicking between routes. London to Zurich. Zurich to Basel. No direct flights left this late—not surprising the night before the EURO final—but there’s a seat on a 12:25 p.m. flight that gets you into Zurich just past two. Enough time to make it to the stadium, if everything goes right.

You hesitate for half a second at the price—ridiculous, of course—but then scoff at yourself. What’s a few hundred more for the chance to watch Alessia?

You book it without thinking twice.

As the confirmation email pings through, you drop onto your bed and open your texts.

Tooney. Your thumbs hover for a second before you start typing.

[ you ] hey tooney, sorry it’s late — i’m flying out to surprise less. is there any way you can help me sort a ticket for the match? i’ll take anything. stand, staff list, taped to the goalpost — don’t care lol. totally understand if not, just thought i’d ask!

You send it, chewing your thumbnail nervously. It’s well past midnight, and you wouldn’t be surprised if Ella doesn’t respond until morning.

But a second later, the typing bubble appears.

[ ella ] YOU’RE COMING?!?! ok yes hang on i’ll speak to our media guy first thing — i’ll get you in even if i have to smuggle you in my boot bag! less has been in a MOOD all night, she’s gonna lose it when she sees you!!

You grin, heart thumping.

[ you ] you’re the best. thank you thank you thank you. i owe you a drink. or five. see you tomorrow <3

You toss your phone on your bedside table with a deep breath, your chest tight in the best way. There’s still packing to finish, and a cab to the airport to book, and barely four hours of sleep ahead of you, if that. But you’re going to see Alessia and that’s all that matters.

You’re up before your alarm. Not that you slept much anyway.

The sky outside your flat is still inky blue when you’re gulping down a quick coffee, hair tied up hastily, laptop balanced on your knees as you log into your early meetings. You’ve managed to move everything forward—just enough to squeeze everything in before your flight.

The first call starts at 6:45 a.m. sharp, your voice surprisingly steady despite the storm of adrenaline under your skin. You keep glancing at the time, barely focused on spreadsheets and projections, mentally already halfway to Switzerland.

By 8:15, you’re shutting your laptop with a snap and practically throwing it into your carry-on. A cab’s already waiting downstairs, and you slide into the back seat with a strange mix of nerves and excitement bubbling in your chest.

At Heathrow, the queue for security feels eternal, even though it moves fast. You fidget in line, glancing at your phone every few minutes—no missed messages from Alessia. She still has no clue.

The flight boards on time, and you manage to snag a window seat. The whole time, you stare out at the clouds and try to picture her: in team meetings, out on the pitch for the warm-up, maybe pacing her hotel room. She thinks you’re in London right now, probably just finishing work.

By the time the plane touches down in Zurich just after noon, your heart is racing.

Ella texts the second you land:

[ ella ] you here??? meet me by the side media gate at 4:30 x

i’ve got your wristband — don’t lose it or they’ll probably throw you in UEFA jail

You laugh out loud and text back.

[ you ] i’m coming. wrist ready.

You navigate your way onto the train toward Basel, the Swiss countryside flashing past in blurs of green and gold. It’s beautiful, but your mind is elsewhere—tracking every second, every train stop, every red light like it’s a countdown.

By the time you reach the stadium, it’s buzzing. England and Spain fans are everywhere—flags draped across shoulders, chants starting in waves. The atmosphere is electric.

And there, just outside the staff/media gate, is Ella—hood up, oversized England hoodie on, sunglasses perched on her nose like she’s trying to go incognito (poorly).

When she sees you, her face lights up. “Oi oi, look who actually did it!”

You rush to her, grinning, and she pulls you into a quick hug before handing over a lanyard with a neon wristband attached.

“Wristband gets you into the family and friends zone. She won’t see you until after the match unless you want her to.” She pauses, smirking. “You sure you don’t want to break her now and save her the emotional breakdown later?”

You shake your head, gripping the band tight. “I want her to think I didn’t come. I want to see her face when she sees me after. When it’s done.”

Ella whistles. “Cold-blooded. I respect it.”

Together, you walk through the side entrance, your heart thudding as you pass through security and step into the underbelly of the stadium.

You hear the buzz of the crowd above, distant shouts of fans filtering in through the open-air sections of the stadium. It’s overwhelming in the best way.

Ella walks beside you, hands in the pocket of her England hoodie, shoulders bouncing ever so slightly with pre-match energy. She’s clearly been trying to stay calm, but now that you’re inside, you can feel her heartbeat picking up in the silence between steps.

You glance sideways at her as you both head toward the designated family-and-friends zone near the lower tier.

“You alright?” you ask gently.

She snorts. “As alright as you can be before you play a European final in front of forty thousand people and live telly.”

You laugh with her, but your voice softens. “I meant… really. You okay?”

Her smile falters, just a little. She doesn’t answer right away.

You slow your pace, nudging your shoulder against hers lightly. “I know this is your first major tournament since your dad passed. I’ve been thinking about you. Just wanted to ask properly, not with cameras around or people yelling tactics over your head.”

She takes a breath. It’s a quiet one, but it catches in her chest.

“Yeah,” she says eventually, blinking ahead. “I’ve thought about him all day, to be honest.” You smile, gently. Her voice goes a little quieter, more reflective. “I was scared it’d feel empty without him here, y’know? Like… something big would be missing. But weirdly, I don’t feel alone. I feel like he’s with me tonight. Not in some floaty spiritual way, just… he’s part of this. Always will be.”

You reach over and squeeze her hand. “He’d be so proud of you, Ella. Not just for tonight. For everything.”

She nods, jaw tight, but her eyes are glassy. “Thanks. That means a lot. I haven’t really let myself talk about it today. Just trying to stay in game mode. But… it’s nice. To be asked. So thank you.”

“Always,” you say, voice low and sure. “You girls are going to smash it tonight.”

She clears her throat, smiling again now. “Well, let’s hope so. I’d hate to be responsible for you flying all this way and Alessia not scoring.”

You grin. “If she does, I’ll tell her it was all my doing. Lucky charm and all that.”

“Absolutely shameless,” Ella mutters, but she’s laughing again. “She’s going to cry, y’know. When she sees you.”

“That’s the plan,” you smile, chuckling softly.

You both reach the designated family & friends seating, wristbands scanned, and step out into the light—into the roar of the stadium. The view from pitch-side is surreal—so close you can see the blades of grass catching the stadium lights.

Ella stands beside you, taking it all in for a moment. Her jaw’s clenched, but her eyes are steady now—focused. Grounded.

“Well,” she says, straightening the hem of her hoodie. “Time to go pretend I’m not about to throw up.”

You laugh softly. “That’s the spirit.”

She turns to you, more serious now. “Thank you. For coming. This… this is going to mean the world to her.”

You nod, your throat thick with emotion. “I couldn’t not be here. Not for this.”

Ella smiles—small but warm—and then pulls you into a quick, tight hug. “Right. I’m off to the changing room. Gotta get my game head on.”

“Go make history,” you whisper as she jogs away, disappearing away surrounded by staff and the pulse of expectation.

You turn toward the stands, your wristband granting you access to the reserved family and friends section. An usher directs you to your seat, and you slide into the row just a few minutes before the official team lineups are due to be announced.

You sit low, pulling the collar of your jumper up slightly, heart pounding in your chest. The buzz of the crowd swells around you—flags waving, chants building, the floodlights gleaming brighter as dusk settles over the stadium.

A few moments pass and you’re scrolling through your phone when the announcer's voice booms through the speakers, and the stadium erupts.

A roar tears through the stands as the players begin to walk out, shoulder to shoulder, led by the referees. The teams emerge into the golden light spilling across the pitch.

And then you see her.

Alessia.

She’s in full kit, jaw tight, shoulders squared, eyes locked ahead as she walks onto the pitch with her teammates. Her expression is all focus, that signature game-day intensity carved into every line of her face—but your chest tightens at how beautiful she looks, how ready she is. This is her moment.

You watch her step onto the grass, heart pounding louder than the crowd. The Spanish national anthem was played first then the English national anthem was played.

The players lined up, linking arms with one another and the entire stadium rose. You do too, though your eyes never leave her.

And then—

Right before the first verse begins, Alessia lifts her gaze.

She scans the crowd, just for a second, almost out of instinct. Like she’s searching for something she’s told herself she won’t find.

And she sees you.

Your eyes lock across the distance.

Her expression falters—just for a beat. Her mouth parts slightly, and her shoulders visibly jolt like she’s just had the wind knocked out of her. Her brows draw together in disbelief. You see the flicker of recognition give way to full-on shock.

Her lips move, barely, like she’s whispering, “What—?”

And suddenly her eyes are glassy, blinking rapidly as her gaze stays fixed on yours. She’s meant to be singing—so is everyone else—but you know in that moment, the anthem has faded into background noise for her. Her teammates are singing. The fans are roaring.

But Alessia is standing still, her heart lodged somewhere in her throat, staring at you like you’re the only person in the stadium.

You lift your hand in a small wave, your eyes never leaving hers.

She swallows hard, biting down on her bottom lip like she’s physically holding back tears. Her hand tightens at her side, her jaw clenches, and then—just for a second—she smiles. Barely there. Just the corner of her mouth twitching in disbelief, in overwhelming emotion.

The anthem ends.

The crowd erupts.

And Alessia finally blinks and turns her head just enough to join her teammates, wiping the corner of her eye quickly with the back of her hand.

But you know she saw you.

The match begins at an unforgiving pace.

Spain took control early—relentless in possession, passing through the thirds with the ease of a side that had already beaten England once on a world stage. Every time England try to settle, Spain disrupt. The midfield feels crowded. You bite your lip, clutching the hem of your jumper as the clock ticks.

And then, in the 25th minute, your stomach drops.

A sharp cross from Ona Batlle slices into the box. Mariona Caldentey rises, perfectly timed, and buries it with a header into the far corner. 1–0 to Spain.

The Spanish fans erupt. You slump back, heart sinking.

England looked shaken. The rest of the half plays out with Spain commanding nearly all of the possession, pushing England deeper and deeper. Alessia barely gets a clean touch in those moments—tightly marked, frustrated. But every time the camera pans to her, you see the fire. She’s not done.

At halftime, you glance around. Ella’s family a few rows over. Sarina Wiegman pacing on the sideline. You wonder if Alessia’s thinking about you sitting here, if your presence is pushing her through the nerves.

And then the second half starts.

Something shifts.

England come out sharper, hungrier, pressing higher. You watch your girl find space again—barking instructions, dropping deep to link up, fighting for every 50/50 like her life depends on it.

And then it happens.

57th minute. Chloe Kelly bursts down the right and delivers a perfect, whipped cross into the box.

Alessia breaks free of her marker, times her run, and leaps.

Her header is thunderous—angled back across goal, catching the keeper off guard. The net ripples.

GOAL.

1–1.

The crowd explodes. You do too—on your feet, hands over your mouth, eyes wide as Alessia shouts in celebration. She looks radiant—roaring with pride, teammates swarming her.

But just before they reach her, she glances toward the stand. A flick of her eyes.

She sees you again.

You know it.

The game stretches on. Tension builds. Spain threaten once or twice, but England hold their line. When 90 minutes end, it’s still level. 1–1.

Extra time. Nails bitten to the quick. You can hardly breathe.

And then, penalties.

It felt as though you held your breath the entire time. Chloe Kelly steps up and you don’t even blink.

She buries it.

England win. 3–1 on penalties. European Champions. Again.

The crowd was thunderous, a sea of flags and arms and tears. On the pitch, it was just as chaotic.

Amid the whirlwind of screams and camera flashes, you spotted Alessia — not running toward the touchline, not yet. She was beside Ella, who’d had her head in her hands, shoulders shaking with something far heavier than victory.

You watched from the family section as Alessia stood beside her, arm slung over her shoulders, forehead pressed to Ella’s temple as she spoke quietly — words you couldn’t hear, but could feel. You knew it had hit Ella hard. Her first major final without her dad. Even in joy, grief finds its place.

Alessia didn’t rush. She stayed with her for a while, anchoring her there with a kind of unspoken understanding only best friends share. When Ella finally composed herself, wiping her face, Alessia gave her a small nod and a tight hug before they both turned toward the stands.

And then Alessia spotted her family.

Her expression shifted—eyes wide, mouth stretching into a full, tearful grin. She broke into a sprint toward the family section, climbing the short barrier and immediately throwing her arms around her mum. The two of them held on like the world had narrowed down to just that moment. Her dad. Her brothers. Hugs, kisses, tears. Photos being taken. Laughter through sobs.

You watched it all quietly, a few steps behind.

You stayed back, deliberately—hands gripping the barrier, heart hammering. You knew how much her family meant to her. Knew that this moment, this connection, had to come first. She’d look for you when she was ready.

And she did.

Just as she pulled back from her brother, still breathless, eyes glassy with everything, her gaze swept the row — and stopped.

On you.

At first, she didn’t move.

Just stared.

You saw the exact second her brain caught up to what she was seeing. Her eyes filled again, this time with a different kind of disbelief. Her lips parted, one hand lifting slowly like she couldn’t trust the sight of you until she touched you herself.

You smiled softly, letting her have the moment.

Then, wordlessly, she stepped past the arms still reaching for her, and walked straight toward you — like the noise had vanished, like the stadium had gone still, like all she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat and the memory of your voice.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, anchoring her there, letting her shake in your hold. You felt her whisper it more than you heard it.

“I missed you so much.”

“I’m here,” you say, holding the back of her head, fingers sliding gently into the braid she’d worn for the game. “I’m here, Less. You did it.”

She pulled back just enough to look at you, hands on either side of your face now, eyes scanning every inch like she didn’t quite trust it.

“I don’t know how you did it,” she said in a whisper, eyes closed. “But this… this made everything even better.”

“You made me proud,” you smile. “Every second of tonight. And now we’re going to celebrate properly. Champagne. Victory dance. The whole thing.”

She smiled, eyes still closed, nose brushing yours. “Just stay close. That’s all I want tonight.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you say softly.

And with that, in the middle of a crowded, roaring stadium, Alessia kissed you like the world had finally aligned — as a champion, yes, but more than that… as yours.

The stage had been built in record time, lights flashing, confetti cannons primed. Alessia stood shoulder to shoulder with her teammates on the podium, arms linked, cheeks still wet from tears. The medal around her neck gleamed under the stadium lights.

Leah Williamson raised it high and the crowd roared. Red and white confetti burst into the air, raining over the Lionesses as they jumped and screamed and clung to one another in pure, unfiltered joy. Alessia looked out into the stands, scanning instinctively for you even in the chaos, eyes bright with something fierce and gentle all at once.

Later that night, the city was quieter now, a hum outside the window — car horns, celebratory chants drifting up from the street below. The room smelled faintly of peppermint shampoo and hotel linen, but it was Alessia’s presence that filled the space, the adrenaline of the night slowly ebbing from her body.

You sat on the edge of the bed, legs curled beneath you. She stood across from you now, fresh out of the shower, your hoodie hanging off her frame — the kind that swallowed her, sleeves too long.

And you just… watched her.

Eyes full of awe. A small, dazed smile playing on your lips. Like seeing her in this quiet moment, barefoot and flushed with warmth, was somehow even more overwhelming than watching her lift the trophy hours earlier.

She caught you staring and let out a soft, bashful laugh, cheeks pink as she padded across the room.

“What?” she asks, voice scratchy from cheering.

You shook your head slowly. “You were incredible tonight.”

Alessia looked at you for a long moment, eyes soft, heart so full it almost hurt. And then she sank down beside you, resting her forehead against your shoulder with a hum of contentment.

“This is all I wanted after today,” she whispers. “You. This. Quiet.”

You kissed the top of her head, gently. “Then it’s all yours.”

And for the first time since the final whistle, she let herself breathe — not as Alessia Russo the goal scorer, the champion, the headline — but as the girl who was finally, completely, home.

Alessia stayed curled into you, warm and still slightly damp from her shower, her cheek pressed to your shoulder like it belonged there. You could feel her steady breathing slow even further, like your presence was finally letting the tension of the night melt away.

You couldn’t stop looking at her.

The shape of her nose. The slight flush still on her cheeks from adrenaline. Your thumb traced a slow line down her arm, memorising her again, even though you already knew her by heart.

“Stop staring at me,” she mumbles, voice muffled by your hoodie.

You grinned and leaned in close. “Can’t help it. You’re too pretty.”

That got a groggy laugh out of her, low and a little embarrassed. “You’re such a nightmare.”

“And yet,” you say softly, tilting her chin up with one finger, “you love me anyway.”

Her lips curved into the smallest smile, and before she could give some tired, teasing reply, you stole a kiss — soft and deliberate. Then another. And another. Quick, feather-light ones along her cheek, her jaw, the corner of her mouth.

“Oi,” she murmurs, giggling now as she half-heartedly swatted at you. “You’re impossible.”

You laugh. “You’re just figuring that out now?”

“Mm,” she hums, leaning up to meet your mouth properly this time. The kiss lingered — slow and full of warmth, her fingers curling around your wrist like she couldn’t let go even if she wanted to.

You pulled her in closer by the waist, and she came easily, like her body had been waiting to slot into yours. Her thigh slid between yours, and her fingers threaded into your hair as your mouths moved together, breathing through soft laughter and groaned half-sentences.

“I should sleep,” she murmurs against your lips, but doesn't move.

“Mm,” you reply, kissing just under her ear. “So sleep.”

“Can’t. You’re making it impossible,” she grumbles.

You laugh softly and kiss her again, this time slower, deeper. All she wanted was you.

Her hands slid beneath your shirt again, fingertips skating across your ribs, and you sighed into her mouth, curling your hand into the hem of her hoodie in return. She tugged it up lazily, grinning when you shivered under her touch.

“Missed touching you,” she says, her voice low.

“I can tell,” you reply, a teasing lilt to your voice.

You kissed her again, and again. She rolled on top of you briefly, forehead pressed to yours, hips grazing just enough to make you gasp before she settled back beside you, smiling in that way that made you feel like the only person in the world.

Neither of you said much after that. You just kissed — slow, exploratory, indulgent in the way that only happens when the distance has been too much for too long. Every movement was a silent reassurance: I’m here. I missed you. I love you.

Eventually, Alessia let out a long, spent sigh and buried her face in your neck, nuzzling in like a sleepy cat.

Within minutes, her breathing evened out, body lax and completely curled around you, one hand tucked beneath your shirt, her leg thrown over yours. You reached out with your free hand and flicked off the bedside lamp, the room plunging into a hush of moonlight and soft shadows.

You lay there, wide awake for a moment longer, just watching her. Holding her.

And finally — finally — you let your eyes drift shut, heartbeat slowing to match hers.

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𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: pumpkin picking and carving with your girlfriend

warnings: nothing but fluff

word count: 2.5k

a/n: since my birthday is tomorrow, and despite my hiatus, i thought i’d give you guys a little present from me. happy halloween!

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It’s one of those perfect mid-October afternoons, where the world feels saturated in shades of orange, gold, and muted greens. The air is fresh with a slight bite of chill carried by the autumn breeze. 

Alessia sat in the passenger seat of the car beside you, practically bouncing in her spot as you pulled up to the pumpkin patch. 

When you had suggested this as a date Alessia was quick to agree, planning the whole day in her mind within seconds. 

Finding a space and putting the car in park, you smile at Alessia before getting out and walking to her side, opening the door for her. 

Alessia thanked you as she got out and pressed a gentle kiss against your cheek before heading to the boot of the car to get her coat. Once the two of you were wrapped up warm, you took Alessia by the hand and walked towards the entrance. 

The pumpkin patch stretched out like a golden canvas beneath a pale, overcast sky. Soft, dappled sunlight filtered through the thinning branches of towering trees, casting long shadows on the ground. 

Rows of pumpkins of all sizes dotted the field, their vibrant orange contrasting with the rough brown soil. Some were smooth and perfectly round, while others were lopsided or covered in twisting stems - each one unique in its own way. 

Along the edges of the field, old wooden fences, weathered and grey, line the pumpkin patch, while hay bales were stacked in small clusters, offering spots for families and couples to sit and take photos. 

The ground was strewn with dried leaves that crunch softly underfoot as you walked side by side with Alessia, the wind occasionally lifting a few into the air, sending them swirling in a lazy dance.

Your shoes left firm imprints in the soft dirt as you weave through the patch, the ends of your hair fluttering in the wind. Alessia came to a halt and kneeled to inspect a massive pumpkin, turning it in her hands before lifting it effortlessly. Her smile was infectious, wide and carefree, like the sun breaking through clouds. 

“You like that one?” you questioned, watching as Alessia inspected the pumpkin carefully. 

Alessia nodded, her smile expanding broadly. She looked back down at her pumpkin and made sure she held it tightly. 

“Do you want me to carry it?” you asked with your own smile forming on your face. 

“I’m okay,” Alessia said, appreciating your offer.  

The two of you continue your walk around the pumpkin patch as you desperately try to find the one for you. Alessia pointed out a few but they weren’t what you had in mind. 

Making your way deeper into the pumpkin patch, the rows of pumpkins seemed to stretch in every direction, a sea of orange, yellow and even speckled green. You would stop occasionally, bending down to pick up a pumpkin, feeling its weight, brushing off the bits of soil clinging to its bumpy surface. 

Picking up a particularly small, round pumpkin, you smile and hold it up so Alessia could see. 

“It’s the perfect size,” you teased, securing it in your arms. 

Alessia chuckles and shakes her head, resting her cheek on your shoulder as she looks down at the pumpkin you had chosen. 

“The bigger the better,” Alessia played along, gesturing to her pumpkin. 

“At least mine has character,” you said smugly. 

“Mine is definitely the winner, perfectly round, no weird bumps. I could go on,” Alessia said competitively. 

“That’s the winner?” you scoffed with a grin. “As if.”

“What?” Alessia said, pouting teasingly. “Don’t have an argument to back your pumpkin up?”

“Mine speaks for itself,” you shrug, looking at your pumpkin proudly. 

“It looks like it’s already  been through Halloween and back!” Alessia said, unable to hold in her laugh. “Mine’s classic, sleek - it’s practically a pumpkin model.”

“Yours is too perfect,” you said with mock seriousness “No personality. My pumpkin has stories to tell. This stem alone - look at that! It’s like it’s been through the pumpkin apocalypse.”

“Mmm,” Alessia hummed, tilting her head to examine your pumpkin. “I’ll give you the stem. But mine will have the perfect face for carving. Yours might end up looking like it’s melting.”

“Only because it’ll have the most expressive face!” you grinned. “Yours is too symmetrical - it’s going to be boring.”

Alessia couldn’t contain her laughter any more as she stood beside you. She held up her pumpkin next to yours and compared them.  

“What if we make a deal?” Alessia proposed. “We each carve our pumpkins tonight and we’ll let our dog decide who’s looks best.”

“Deal,” you said, smirking. “But don’t get mad when Bear chooses mine.”

“Please, he’s going straight to mine without second thought,” Alessia said, scoffing. 

The two of you exchange competitive but lighthearted glances, knowing it’s all in good fun before continuing their search through the patch, joking about which pumpkins would make the most ridiculous or impressive carvings.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, amber hue over the pumpkin patch, the two of you made your way to the checkout area with your pumpkins nestled carefully in your arms. 

At the small wooden booth near the entrance, the cashier greets you both with a friendly smile. You let Alessia place her pumpkin down first before you place yours with exaggerated effort. 

“You two have some great picks there,” the cashier said with a smile. “Going to do some carving tonight?”

“Oh, definitely,” Alessia grinned. “We’ve got a competition going - best carved pumpkin wins bragging rights for the whole season.”

“Not that I’ll need the bragging rights, since mine’s obviously going to win,” you said cockily. 

The cashier laughs, handing the receipt to you after a brief exchange of payment. You both thank the cashier, and with pumpkins in hand, head toward their car. 

The gravel crunches underfoot as you approach the car, and after a bit of manoeuvring, you carefully secure your pumpkins in the back. Double checking the seat belt around your pumpkin, you hum happily before sitting in the driver's seat. 

“Is that necessary?” Alessia teased, waiting for you to start the car. 

“Obviously,” you grinned, turning on the ignition. 

Pulling out of the car parking space, you begin to make your way home. Golden fields and trees turning shades of orange and yellow flash past as you drive through the country roads. 

The windows are slightly cracked, letting in the fresh, cool air as a playlist of Alessia’s choice fills the car.

“So, are you ready to lose tonight?” you said, glancing over at Alessia with a smirk. 

“You keep telling yourself that,” Alessia grinned, looking out at the road ahead. “I’ve got the perfect design in mind.”

“Let me guess,” you said teasingly, “something pretty and perfectly symmetrical?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Alessia laughed. “Yours is probably going to end up with mismatched eyes or a crooked smile.”

“It adds personality,” you shrug, glancing over at Alessia again. 

“Yours is going to look like it got hit by a tractor,” Alessia added playfully. 

“Hey!” you said in faux hurt. “You didn’t mean that.”

Alessia laughed once more as you continued to drive. The drive through the countryside was serene, with the orange and red hues of the sunset fading into purples and blues, the soft glow of headlights lighting up the road ahead. 

The car smells faintly of apples, hay, and damp earth, a lingering reminder of their afternoon in the pumpkin patch. Alessia leant her head against the window, watching the landscape blur while you hummed along to a song with your hand resting casually on the wheel. 

The trees along the way seem to catch the last light of day, glowing in rich, warm tones. It’s peaceful, and the teasing back and forth between you two only adds to the cosy, playful atmosphere.

Finally turning onto your road, the lights of nearby houses begin to twinkle on, and you begin to imagine the mess of pumpkin guts and seeds that awaits you both once you start carving. 

The moment Alessia opens the front door, your dog, Bear, bounds over to greet you both. It was clear that he had been waiting eagerly for you two to return, ears perked and nose sniffing curiously at the pumpkins you carried inside.

You bring the pumpkins inside, setting them down on the kitchen table with a thud before going to get a couple of carving tools from a drawer and lay them out neatly on the table.

“Hey, Bear,” you laugh, kneeling down to pet him. “Did you miss us?”

“I think he’s more interested in those pumpkins than us,” Alessia chuckled, leaning against the counter. 

Bear, still wagging his tail, sniffs at the pumpkins eagerly as if trying to figure out what new game you’d brought home for him. His eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he nosed at the table as though offering to help.

“You think you can carve, too?” you asked Bear teasingly. “Maybe we should’ve gotten him a mini pumpkin to work on.”

“He would’ve ended up eating it,” Alessia laughed, giving Bear a playful scratch behind the ears. 

A few candles flicker in the background, casting a warm glow around the room. The air smells faintly of cinnamon from a candle burning on the counter, and the windows reveal the darkening evening outside, with the sky now a deep shade of twilight.

Two large bowls sit nearby, one for you and the other for Alessia to put the pumpkin seeds and guts the two of you’ll scoop out.

“Alright, no backing out now,” Alessia teased as she tied her hair back. 

“May the best pumpkin win,” you smile, picking up your knife of choice. 

With a laugh, you both dig in, starting by cutting around the tops of their pumpkins. The scraping sound of knives cutting through thick pumpkin skin fills the air, along with the occasional groan or playful complaint.

After a bit of effort, you both pull off the tops of their pumpkins, revealing the stringy, gooey insides. Alessia scrunches her nose a little but dives in, scooping out handfuls of seeds and pulp, tossing them into the bowl.

“This part is always so gross,” Alessia said, wiping her hands on a tea towel.  

“Forfeiting already?” you asked teasingly. 

“You wish,” Alessia said, going back into her pumpkin. 

Bear watched intently, his head tilted as you and Alessia scooped out the pumpkin guts, clearly interested in the new smells filling the room.

“What do you think, Bear,” you said, pretending to offer him a handful of pumpkin guts. “Want to help us clean up?”

Bear sniffed at the stringy pulp, but quickly backed away, wrinkling his nose in distaste, earning a laugh from you and Alessia.

“I guess that’s a no,” Alessia grinned. 

You both work in relative silence for a bit, the sounds of squishing pumpkin innards and scraping echoing through the room, interspersed with the occasional playful comment.

Once the pumpkins were hollowed out, you moved on to the carving part. The two of you hunched over your respective pumpkins with intense concentration.

Bear settled at your feet, laying down but keeping a close eye on the action. Every so often, he’d lift his head, watching intently as you both carve, especially when pieces of pumpkin hit the floor. You’d toss him small bits to nibble on, but mostly he seemed content just to be part of the fun.

Alessia’s lines were neat and precise as she carved with care, creating a symmetrical, classic jack-o’-lantern face with sharp, triangular eyes and a toothy grin. You, on the other hand, were freehanding your design, occasionally stepping back to check the progress. Your lines were a bit more erratic, but you clearly enjoyed the process.

“Is that supposed to be a smile?” Alessia asked, glancing over at your pumpkin. “It looks more of a grimace.”

“It’s a smile with attitude,” you grin. “Besides, personality wins.”

“Well,” Alessia said with mock seriousness. “Personality isn’t going to save you when mine is clearly superior.”

“We’ll see,” you said, leaning back to admire your work.

After a while, you both finish carving, stepping back to admire your creations. Alessia’s pumpkin is almost picture-perfect with symmetrical, clean lines and an evenly carved smile and eyes. 

Yours is a bit more lopsided, with one eye larger than the other and a mischievous, crooked grin.

“Mine’s definitely the better one,” Alessia said, crossing her arms with a proud grin. 

“Yours is too perfect,” you chuckle. “At least mine has character.” 

“Character my ass,” Alessia grumbled playfully. 

“What was that?” you teased, leaning closer to Alessia. 

“Keep those hands away,” Alessia laughed, dodging your pumpkin gut covered hands with a mock glare. 

Moving towards the drawer, you pull out two tea light candles and hand one to Alessia. Together, you light the small candles and place them inside before turning off the lights. The room was instantly filled with a soft, flickering glow as the candles illuminated their designs.

“Okay, I’ll admit yours looks better in the dark,” Alessia said, gazing at hers with a smile. “But mine still looks the best.”

“That’s all I needed to hear,” you smile, wrapping your arm around Alessia’s waist. “Mine wins in the dark and everyone knows that’s the true test.”

“Bear still hasn’t decided yet,” Alessia said. resting her cheek on your shoulder. 

“Let’s see shall we?” you smile, taking the candle out of your pumpkin and placing it on the floor whilst Alessia did the same. 

You turn back on the lights and see Bear watching the pumpkins with quiet fascination. You stand beside Alessia and watch Bear quietly as he sniffed the pumpkins curiously. 

He takes a longer sniff at Alessia’s and sits down in front of it, nuzzling his nose through the pumpkins carved out mouth. 

“See,” Alessia said with a triumphant grin. “Bear thinks mine is the best.”

You let out a small huff and hang your head in defeat, accepting your fate before you hear a crunch. Looking back up, Bear seemed to be eating something but it wasn’t a pumpkin. 

Gasping, you turn to Alessia in shock, “You cheat!”

“Hm?” Alessia hummed with a grin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You hid a treat inside your pumpkin!” you said, crossing your arms. 

“No,” Alessia drawled teasingly. “I’d never.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you chuckle, pulling her in by that waist and placing a delicate kiss on her lips. 

The two of you part at the sound of Bears whining and you kneel down to give him some kisses too. 

“I love you too, Bear,” you smile. 

Getting back to your feet, you and Alessia head to the living room with Bear hot on your heels. You both settle down on the sofa, wrapping a blanket around you for extra warmth as Bear rested his head on your thigh. 

Alessia turned on the t.v and flicked through Netflix trying to find something to watch before deciding on ‘Beetlejuice’. Pressing play on the movie, the two of you cuddle up together with Alessia resting her head on your shoulder, feeling the steady rise and fall of your breathing. 

Feeling left out, Bear pawed at your hand causing you to chuckle softly and begin to stroke through his fur. Letting out a content sigh, Bear watched you and Alessia, clearly satisfied with his role as the evening’s honorary pumpkin-carving companion.

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pairing: alexia putellas x reader

request: ‘alexia & tattoo artist smut??’

summary: when barcelona’s captain walks in wanting a tattoo, you are unable to keep your hands off her

warnings: smut, swearing, thigh riding (r receiving), fingering (r giving), oral (r giving), strap-on (r giving), overstimulation | minors dni

word count: 3.7k

a/n: going to vanish for another month or two, hope you enjoy!

woso masterlist

It was a quiet day in the shop, only a couple of customers having popped by during the time it's been open. You were cleaning up after your last customer, getting things ready for who would walk in next.

Rain splattered on the windows as the time neared three in the morning. Despite the droplets falling from the sky, the street outside was still bustling with people; none of them deterred by the change of weather.

You stepped behind the front desk, sorting out some paperwork when you heard the door open. Tilting your head up, you came face to face with two women. You knew one of them very well, the other, you had never seen before.

“Mapi,” you smiled, greeting the Barcelona defender. “Back so soon? You must’ve really missed me.”

“Very funny, y/n,” Mapi deadpanned but smiling nonetheless, placing her hand on the other woman's shoulder. “My friend, Alexia, here wants a tattoo.”

You turned your head, making eye contact with her friend. Your eyes widened subtly at the woman in front of you. She was wearing, in what you could only describe as, something that you’d want to take off. 

Her eyes were watching yours as they trailed over her body, a small smile formed on her face at your obvious interest. Your eyes made their way back up to hers to find them already boring into yours.

“What can I do for you?” you asked, leaning on the desk slightly.

“I’d like a tattoo,” Alexia said, fiddling with her hands in front of her.

“Well, you’re in the right place,” you chuckled, rounding the front desk to stand in front of her and Mapi. “Do you have anything in mind?”

“Um, sí,” Alexia nodded, fumbling for her bag to find her phone. 

You glanced over at Mapi, the blonde biting her lip to hide the smile on her face. Finally finding her phone, Alexia pulled up a photo of what she wanted tattooed and showed it to you.

“I can have that done for you,” you said, nodding as you looked at the photo.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” Mapi said, sending you a teasing look.

“Qué?” Alexia said, quickly turning to her.

“I’ll be back after, don’t worry capi,” Mapi said, patting Alexia on the shoulder before giving her a little nudge towards you. “You’re in safe hands, don’t worry.”

“I’ve been tattooing Mapi for years,” you said, hoping to ease Alexia’s nerves. “So far, she’s loved every one of them.”

“Okay,” Alexia said, taking a deep breath.

“I’ll be back when you’re done,” Mapi said, sending you and Alexia one last smile before leaving the shop.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” you said softly, “if you’d follow me.”

You lead Alexia near the back of the store where you motion for her to take a seat on the chair in front of you. You turned around to a small desk, drawing a copy of what Alexia showed you onto a piece of stencil paper. 

Showing the finished drawing to Alexia you asked if it was up to her standards to which she nodded. 

“So,” you said, “where do you want the tattoo?”

“On my back,” Alexia said, looking anywhere but you.

“You’re going to need to take off your top for that,” you said, trying to suppress a smile.

“Right,” Alexia mumbled, fiddling with the hem of her top.

“I can turn around if you’d like?” you suggested.

“If you don’t mind?” Alexia said quietly.

“Not at all,” you smiled, quickly turning around whilst she took off her top.

Alexia coughed, clearing her throat, “You can turn back round.”

Doing as told, you swivelled back around. Your eyes looked nowhere but her face. Alexia’s hands covered her breasts as she looked at you nervously. Smiling softly, you told her to turn around so you could place the stencil where she’d like.

Telling Alexia to look in the mirror in front of her, she quickly expressed how much she liked it already and you hadn’t even started the actual tattoo. Happy with the placement and design, Alexia obliged with your request to lie on her front against the chair. 

Removing the stencil, you brought over the supplies you’d need before putting on a pair black gloves. Starting up the tattoo gun, its vibration’s filled the air. You gently moved down the top of Alexia’s skirt, giving you better access to the tattoo.

Your hands softly touched her skin, bringing the needle down gently. Alexia took in a small, sharp breath causing you to pull away and ask if she was okay.

“I’m fine,” Alexia assured, meeting your eyes in the mirror in front of her.

“Just tell me if it gets too much,” you said softly before going back to work.

Alexia let out a hum in response, hardly feeling the needle pierce her skin as you did her tattoo. 

Neither of you spoke as you concentrated on Alexia’s tattoo although, due to the position of the tattoo, your hand was hovering over the small of Alexia’s back, occasionally grazing over the top of her bum causing you to mutter out small apologies each time but Alexia insisted that it was okay. 

The room grew thick with tension and every now and then you’d catch her eye in the mirror. It took every bit of will inside of Alexia to not cross her legs, the feeling of arousal becoming more prominent by the second.

“Nearly done,” you said, your voice quieter than before.

Alexia gulped back her pleasure at the tone of your voice, her face turning a light shade of red. She couldn’t help but feel humiliated by how obviously turned on she was by you. She scolded herself for feeling that way, not knowing why she felt like this. 

Too caught up in her own mind, Alexia had not heard the buzzing sound of your tattoo gun come to a halt. You cleaned the tattoo, taking off your gloves before moving away from Alexia.

“All done,” you said, snapping Alexia out of her thoughts. “Go take a look.”

Feeling her heart thump against her chest, Alexia complied, standing up and walking over to the mirror to see the finished piece of work.

“It’s beautiful,” Alexia said breathlessly.

“You're beautiful,” you said before you could stop yourself. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Alexia chuckled. “I’m glad you think so.”

Alexia turned back round to face you, completely forgetting to cover her breasts with her hands. Your eyes dropped to her chest and you had to swallow back the moan that threatened to escape your lips at the sight of them.

“Let’s, um, let’s wrap it up,” you said, clearing your throat.

“O-okay,” Alexia nodded, turning back to face the mirror.

You squirted some ointment onto her skin, gently rubbing it over the tattoo before placing a bandage over your work. Goosebumps spread over Alexia’s skin like wildfire, her heart beating just that bit faster. 

Looking up, you met Alexia’s eyes in the mirror. The Barcelona captain's lips were parted slightly as she looked back at you. Turning around to face you, your chest was practically touching Alexia’s.

“Be sure to come back any time,” you said, your voice just above a whisper.

“Who said I was leaving?” Alexia said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What about Mapi?” you questioned.

“She can wait,” Alexia shrugged, wrapping a hand around to grasp the back of your neck.

“She can wait,” you repeated, just finishing the sentence before Alexia pushed her lips to yours eagerly.

As much as you’d hate to admit it, you had been aching for this, almost going as far as saying craving. Trapping Alexia’s bottom lip between your teeth, you gently pulled back.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked, looking in Alexia’s eyes and moving your hand to move a strand of hair out of her face.

“Sí,” she nodded, the desperation in her eyes evident. 

Unable to be apart from you any longer, Alexia hastily pushed your lips back together. Her desperation was shown throughout the kiss, unable to get enough of you.

You walked backwards until you felt the backs of your legs hit the tattoo chair. Sitting yourself down, your lips parted from Alexia’s once again. You looked up at the Catalonian, noticing how her chest rose and fell with each shuddery breath she took.

Heat rose up on her neck and cheeks at your intense stare, her eyes glued to yours as they roamed her body. Deciding to tease you, Alexia turned around, capturing your eyes in the mirror, as her hands went down to the waistband of her skirt.

Just before she was able to hook her thumbs around the fabric, you reached forward, a hand on either side of her waist, pulling her back towards you. She stumbled back, letting out a soft whimper as she landed on your thigh, her center only covered by the thin layer of her underwear. 

“You’ll need to be quiet, princesa,” you whispered in her ear. “You wouldn’t want anyone to walk in and hear us, would you?”

“Y/n,” she breathed out as you pulled her closer to you, her back pushed up to your chest.

Your fingers gripped her waist tighter as you felt how warm and damp her underwear was. Kissing down her neck to her shoulder, you licked a broad stripe back up to her ear. With a small moan, Alexia closed her eyes and pressed herself down against your thigh.

“I want you to look at yourself,” you said, placing your hand underneath her chin. “Open your eyes.”

Doing as told, Alexia opened her eyes. The two of you made eye contact and Alexia felt a sudden wave of confidence rush over her. She slightly parted her mouth, her eyes falling to your fingers gripping her chin.

Unable to contain your smirk, you moved your hand and placed the pad of your thumb against her bottom lip. As she began to suck your thumb your other hand moved from her waist and made its way down to her center, cupping her. 

Alexia moaned around your thumb, her back arching to gain some friction from the palm of your hand. You chuckled at her reaction, using a finger to tease her through the fabric of her underwear. 

“Already so wet for me,” you whispered into Alexia’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Her eyes fluttered closed causing you to immediately stop your actions. 

“What did I say?” you questioned taking your thumb out of her mouth so she could speak. 

“T-to look at myself.” Alexia moaned, her thighs shaking as you teasingly slapped her clit. 

“Good girl,” You whispered hoarsely, placing your thumb back in her mouth and watching as she fell apart.

Your fingers danced over the fabric of her underwear, teasing her slowly. Alexia shuddered at the touch, letting a satisfied moan soon tumble from her lips. Pushing down against your hand, Alexia found herself a moaning mess as your fingers worked over her.

You took your thumb out of her mouth and removed your other hand from her center, placing them back on her waist. Alexia’s eyes snapped to yours, a soft whine escaping her lips. Chuckling lowly, you began to move her against your thigh. You kept your eyes locked on hers as she found her rhythm and began to move her hips on her own. 

“Fuck me…” Alexia moaned out.

“I’m working on it, princesa,” you chuckled softly.

Bringing one hand up to hold the back of your neck, Alexia pulled you down to press your lips against the side of her jaw and along her throat. Your right hand went to her breast, pinching, flicking and teasing her nipple.

Her left hand began to play with her other breast whilst the right stayed behind your head. Alexia’s head fell backwards against your shoulder as your left hand spread her thighs wider apart. 

You bunched up the front of her skirt before slipping your fingers into her underwear. Your fingers gathered the slick on her folds before teasingly pressing against her clit. Her hips jerked upwards and a low moan slipped past her lips.

“Keep quiet,” you said quietly, moving away from her neck to remove your hand from her breast to place over her mouth. 

Alexia nodded, looking in the mirror as your fingers worked underneath the barrier of her underwear. Her hand moved to your forearm, her nails making crescent shapes on your skin. 

You turn Alexia’s head towards you, removing your hand to replace it with your lips. Alexia tried her hardest to match the intensity of the kiss, her tongue clashing with yours, yet she was unable to help the breathy moans that fell from her lips.

“More,” she breathed against your lips, her breath hot as it grazed your skin. “Please…”

You slipped two fingers inside Alexia, the latter gasping at how snugly you fit inside her. The restless movement of her hips increased against your thigh as she desperately chased her high.

Curing your fingers ever so slightly, Alexia gave a loud moan causing you to stop your movements, your fingers freezing inside of her.

“What did I say about being quiet?” you said, raising an eyebrow question.

“Please, don’t stop,” Alexia whimpered, rutting her hips against your thigh. “I’ll be quiet, I promise, please…”

Resuming your ministrations, you quickened the pace of your fingers, watching as Alexia’s face contorted into one of pleasure. Her head fell into your shoulder as you placed your palm against her clit, the sensation almost too much for her to handle.

“Come for me,” you whispered.

Alexia's body twitched with each movement you made and it was with one final curl of your fingers she finally reached her climax. Alexia’s whole body shook as she came, her mouth open against your neck, her teeth gently biting down onto your skin. 

Your fingers kept moving inside her, helping her ride out her orgasm. Her hand tightens around your forearm as she squeezes her thighs tighter trying to halt your movements. 

“S-stop,” she whimpered, “no more, please…”

You nod, stopping your movements but not moving your hands from her center just yet. After Alexia recomposed herself, you finally removed your fingers from inside of her. She shuddered at the loss, her breaths coming out short.

Tapping her side, Alexia stood up on wobbly legs allowing you to stand up before she collapsed back onto the chair behind her. This time, you stood in front of her, gazing down at her as she calmed down from her high.

Not speaking a single word, you lowered yourself and crouched down into a kneeling position in front of Alexia, staring directly at the prominent wet patch on her underwear. Alexia looked to the ceiling, regulating her breathing back to normal; She was startled at the feeling of your mouth over the fabric covering her center.

You looked up at her through hooded eyes, placing kisses against her center. She moves a shaky hand to your head, threading her finger through your hair as the other rests on the chair behind her so she could lean back.

Your fingers hook around the waistband of Alexia’s skirt before pulling it down, her underwear simultaneously getting pulled down too. As the fabric pooled around her ankles, Alexia shuddered at the cold air hitting her clit.

Without warning, you press a kiss onto Alexia’s clit, her body convulsing at the pleasure. Your tongue makes its way through her folds, drawing a moan from Alexia who bit onto her lip to try and suppress it.

The hand entangled in your hair pulled you closer to where she needed you. She moved her legs over your shoulders, allowing you to get a better angle as she bucked her hips against your face.

Your tongue movements increase as you move your thumb to circle her clit. Alexia’s legs squeeze around your head as she feels another orgasm approach. You wrap your arms around Alexia’s thighs to keep her in place.

“You’re doing so fucking good for me, princesa,” you praise and that was all it took for Alexia’s second orgasm to come washing over her.

Her body spasmed as white flashed before her eyes, everything around her disappearing as pure euphoria consumed her body. Alexia’s thighs squeezed around your head; her hand pushing your face into her as she rode out her high. 

Your face was coated within seconds as Alexia came and you moaned into her center at the taste. Alexia’s thighs loosened their grip around your head and you peppered kisses around her thighs and hips to help her calm down.

“You okay?” you questioned, moving to stand back up.

Alexia looked up at you, blushing at the sight of you. Your hair was all tousled, your face was covered in her climax - it even dripped down your chin. But to Alexia, you couldn’t have looked any hotter.

“Yeah,” she replied breathlessly.

She struggled to focus as she panted for breath, her ears ringing with the pulsing of blood and hammering heartbeat; Alexia could've sworn she saw stars. Raising a hand up to your face, you swiped your thumb over your lip before holding your hand out in front of Alexia. 

“Taste yourself,” you said.

Alexia looked at you dumbfounded but nodded nonetheless, she took your thumb into her mouth and her tongue swirled around it. She released your thumb with a ‘pop’, having cleaned it completely.

“Do you think you can handle another round?” you asked, standing between Alexia’s legs as one hand gently caressed her cheek.

“I can,” Alexia nodded, subconsciously leaning her head into your hand.

“Turn around for me,” you request, stepping back slightly.

Confused, Alexia stands up, watching your movements. Your fingers fiddle with the waistband of your jeans before you manage to unzip them and pull them around your knees. Alexia’s eyes widened, suddenly feeling foolish that she didn’t know beforehand. You were packing. You tug down your briefs, looking down to see your strap stand proudly.  

“Turn around,” you say again and this time Alexia complies.

You placed a hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her down so her chest was flat against the tattoo chair. You gently grab her hips and pull her closer to you, one hand went to your strap, moving it through her folds as the other stayed on her waist.

Alexia’s hips buck when you first come in contact with her, a small moan leaving her lips as you gently slide into her. 

“Mierda,” she moaned, her hands gripping the chair beneath her as you bottomed out.

You waited a couple of seconds to get used to your size before you eased out and then slammed back in, getting as deep as possible. You didn’t try to stop the loud moans escaping her lips as you, too, let out ones of your own.

“Taking me so well,” you say, one hand on her waist as the other splayed against the small of her back.

Another lewd moan leaves her as you hit a certain spot within her. Her walls squeeze around your strap making it harder to move and you know she's extremely close once again. You speed up your thrusts causing Alexia below you to tremble slightly as her orgasm approaches. 

You could make out the thin layer of sweat lining her forehead as small beads fell down her face. Not even thinking twice, you took a hold of her hands, placing them behind her back and keeping them in place with one of your hands.

Leaning down, your teeth graze her neck as an almost pornographic moan leaves her lips. Her legs start to shake widely as you continue your thrusts into her. You pull back and begin to snap your hips into hers, bottoming out each time.

The hand that was holding Alexia’s waist moved underneath her and began to play with her clit. It only took a couple more thrusts before Alexia completely came undone around your strap.

You didn’t slow down your thrusts, however, wanting to prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. Alexia let out a scream of your name and you finally slowed down your movements. 

“Easy sweetheart, I got you,” you said softly, gently pulling out of her. “You did so well for me.”

“Hmm,” Alexia hummed in a blissed out state.

“You stay here okay?” you said, tucking the strap back into your briefs and pulling up your jeans once again. “I’m going to get something to clean you up.”

You’re quick to rush to the back room, rummaging around for a towel of some sort. After finding a washcloth, you quickly return to find Alexia sitting up, waiting for you. You gently clean between her thighs and once you’re done you place the washcloth over the equipment you used for her tattoo.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, leaning down to help her put her underwear back on.

“Very much so, thank you,” Alexia said breathlessly.

“If you’d like, I'd love to take you out on a date sometime?” you said nervously, helping Alexia with her skirt.

“I’d like that too,” she smiled, taking a hold of your hands as you offered to help her stand up.

“It’s a date,” you grinned, picking her top from the floor and handing it to her.

“How much do I owe you for the tattoo?” Alexia wondered.

“It’s on me,” you said, walking over to the front desk with her.

“Are you sure?” Alexia said. “I can pay -”

“I promise,” you chuckled, walking behind the front desk before writing your number on a piece of paper. “Call me?”

“Of course,” Alexia nodded.

“Well hello you two,” Mapi said as she walked back into the shop.

“Mapi,” you greeted kindly.

“Enjoy yourself?” Mapi asked Alexia teasingly.

“Mhm,” Alexia hummed, unable to produce any words.

“Oh, I’m sure you did,” Mapi chuckled.

The two walked out of the shop, Alexia turned around to give you one last look, a small smile adorning her face. As they left you closed the door behind them, opting to close the store for the day.

Going back to the front desk, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Pulling it out, your face lit up at the message you received.

Unknown number

So, when’s our first date?

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𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐄 | 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: in which you had fallen for a lie

warnings: smut, fingering (r giving), oral (r giving), fluff, angst, hurt without the comfort & swearing | minors dni

word count: 7.7k

a/n: it's a bit rushed but i hope you enjoy!

woso masterlist

You were known as being the reserved type. Much preferring to be introverted than extroverted.

When you joined Arsenal it came as a huge shock to you. Everyone on the team was outgoing and full of energy. Whereas you would much rather be by yourself doing some small drills or at home with a nice cup of tea sitting on your sofa and watching a movie.

Although, parts of that changed. You had wished to be with someone. A certain someone.

And that person was none other than Alessia Russo. The other newbie on the team.

From the moment you met her, you couldn't tear your eyes away. To entranced by her pure beauty and stunning smile. You had fallen hard.

You, of course, never said anything about these feelings and kept them to yourself. Too afraid that you’d ruin the friendship that you have with her. Constantly telling yourself that it was better to have her in your life as a friend rather than not at all.

You had gotten to know her after being paired with her for some drills during training and due to this, the two of you had grown close as well as your feelings.

International football was now here and it was your first time being called up to the England squad. After your outstanding season at your old club, all eyes were on your move to Arsenal, especially Sarina’s.

She was immensely impressed with how you’d come into your own and grown as a player and she knew you were someone she wanted on the England squad.

Walking into St George’s Park for the first time, you couldn't contain the anxious butterflies that flew around your stomach. Keeping to yourself, you made your way to the pitch, picking up a ball along the way.

Not knowing how long you had been by yourself, the sound of people chatting seemed to get closer and closer. The chatter, however, seemed to come to a stop when they saw you.

Pinging another ball into the top corner, you took a little break to get some water. Turning around, you were met with the whole team.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t a newbie.” Ella Toone’s voice cut through the silence.

“Go easy on them, Ella. They’re only ickle.” Mary teased, messing up the midfielder’s hair.

“Hey, y/n.” Alessia smiled, noticing your discomfort with all the attention.

“Uh, hi.” You greeted, waving slightly.

“I see you’ve all greeted our newest member.” Sarina called out, sending you a warm smile.

After introducing yourself to everyone properly, you were all split up into little groups for training. It was nothing heavy, just a few passing, dribbling and shooting drills to get you warmed up.

As training went on, you felt more and more a part of the group but you didn’t let yourself be fully open, opting to hold back. You weren’t sure why, perhaps it was the nerves.

Before you knew it, Sarina called you all in for a run down of how she thought training went and ushered you all to the showers. Although you were happy with your first session with the girls, you held back, waiting for everyone to go before you.

Each of the girls were busy doing their own thing when you made your way into the locker room, placing your bag on the side, away from the hustle and bustle of the room.

Quickly showering and getting into some clean clothes you were about to leave when you heard someone call out your name.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?” You hummed, turning round to see everyones eyes on you.

“Are you doing anything later?” Alessia asked.

“Um, probably just watching a movie, why?” You wondered, rubbing the back of your neck, rocking backwards and forwards on your feet.

“Seeing as you aren’t doing anything, come hang out with us?” Alessia said, gesturing to everyone in the room.

“Oh, uh, I don’t- I dont really-”

“C’mon, It’ll give you a chance to get to know us better.” Katie spoke up.

“I- um- I-” you let out a nervous chuckle, “maybe you could just come to mine instead?”

Out of all the things you could’ve said, you said that. You well and truely wanted to kill yourself right there and then. The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them and now you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole.

“Can your house fit all of us?” Millie asked with astonishment.

You didn’t trust yourself to speak again so you settled with a small nod.

“Okay, sugar daddy.” Georgia teased.

“That's me.” You mumbled as a small laugh died in your throat.

“Well, send us your address and we’ll be there.” Keira smiled.

“I- uh, don’t have your numbers?” You said, cursing yourself for still being nervous.

“I can send it to you all.” Alessia said, saving you from all the attention.

With a small confirmation nod from you, everyone seemed to filter out of the room one by one. Thinking everyone had left, you sat in your cubby, placing your head in your hands and letting out a long sigh.

After taking a few seconds to yourself, you finally looked up, surprised to see Alessia still standing there, playing with her fingers.

“Less?” You questioned gently. “I thought you’d left.”

“I actually came to ask for a favour.” She said sheepishly.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Could you possibly give me a ride to yours?”

“Yeah, of course.” You smiled, your heart pounding just a little quicker than normal at the thought of more time with Alessia.

“You sure? It’s just that I came with Ella but she’s seemed to have left already.”

“I promise, it’s no trouble at all. Just let me quickly pack everything away.”

In record time, you packed your bag and got everything ready. Although you were really good friends with Alessia, you couldn't help how your heart thundered in your chest.

Walking out of the training ground and into your car, you placed your bag on the back seat before finally getting into the front and starting up your car.

“Do you want the aux?” You questioned, handing her the little wire.

Alessia smiled and whispered a small ‘thank you’ before plugging her phone in and turning on a random song from her playlist.

Looking in your mirrors you made sure it was safe to reverse out of your spot. You placed your arm around the back of Alessia’s chair and looked over your shoulder and out of the back window, using one hand on the steering wheel to reverse.

Alessia watched you carefully, the way your hand manoeuvred around the steering wheel effortlessly and how as you looked out the back window your side profile was on full display.

After pulling out of your parking spot, you made your way back to your house. The journey back was in silence, a comfortable silence, that was occasionally broken by the two of you singing to different songs.

You could only hope to god you wouldn't crash your car. Her perfume was intoxicating, it was slowly driving you insane and every time you looked over at Alessia all you wanted to do was pull over and give her a kiss.

Gripping your steering wheel with both hands, your knuckles turned white at the sheer force you were using. Trying to swallow the lump in your throat you kept reminding yourself that Alessia could never like you back. How could she? You were you and Alessia was… Well she was Alessia. Your Lessi. The girl of your dreams.

Even being in close proximity to her sent your mind reeling. All these different scenarios popped in your head and you could only dream for them to be real.

“You okay?” Alessia questioned, placing her hand on your thigh.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” You said, clearing your throat as you internally panicked, eyes widening as you stared at the road ahead.

“You’re usually talkative.” Alessia shrugged, taking her hand off your thigh and you immediately missed the feeling.

“Just a little nervous.” You mumbled as your fingers tapped absentmindedly on the steering wheel.

“There’s no need to be nervous, is it about later?”

“Yeah, I don’t usually have people over.” You said, shuffling in your seat, trying to concentrate on the road.

“You can always cancel.”

“I think it’s a little late for that.” You mumbled, pulling up to your driveway and seeing multiple cars parked on the front.

“And is it a little late to tell you that I also invited someone else over?” Alessia questioned sheepishly, cautiously looking over at you as you put your car into park.

“Oh? And who is this someone?” You teased, trying to ignore the pang of your heart when you pictured Alessia with someone.

“It's not like that,” Alessia said, huffing out a laugh as she smacked your shoulder, “you actually know her.”

“I do? What’s their name?”

“You can figure it out.” Alessia said as she got out of the car, enjoying teasing you.

“Okay… but would it kill you to tell me who this person is?” You asked, scrambling out of the car yourself.

“Nope, but I'm still not telling you.” Alessia said in a sing-song voice.

“Oh come on, just tell me.” You begged, rounding your car to shake her shoulders.

“You’ll find out soon.” Alessia laughed, causing your face to light up at the sound.

“Or you could tell me now.” You said, not letting go of her.

“Am I really that bad that you wouldn't tell them about me?” A voice said, making you turn around.

“Oh! Um, hi.” You said, giving them a smile which turned out to be more of a grimace.

“I’m Leah, since Alessia decided to not tell you who I was.” They said, a warm smile on their face.

“Y/n, uh my name is Y/n.” You said, picking the skin on your fingers.

“I heard you’re the new kid on the block.” Leah said, trying to start a conversation.

“Uh-huh. That's me.” You said, giving an awkward smile to the blonde.

“Sorry that I haven’t seen you around, at Arsenal as well. I’ve been doing some rehab for my knee.” Leah explained, pointing down at her leg.

“T-that’s okay.” You said, not really knowing what else to say.

“You’re cute.” Leah said, before going over to the rest of your teammates.

“Okay, what was that?” Alessia chuckled, walking up to your side and nudging you with her elbow.

“I uh I don't know. I think I malfunctioned.” You said quietly, not taking your eyes off Leah.

“I saw.”

“Was it bad?” You asked, turning to Alessia with a slight grimace.

“Not at all.” Alessia smiled softly.

“I also think you forgot to mention that the person you invited over is Leah fucking Williamson.” You mumbled out, looking back at the defender.

“That’s on me.” Alessia chuckled, patting you gently on the shoulder as she walked over to where everyone was.

Shaking your head, you tried to get rid of all your thoughts and taking one last deep breath you went to greet everyone.

A few hours went by since you said your ‘hellos’ and after many slices of pizza and drinks you had all gathered around in your living room. You were all engaged in a conversation with each other. Talking about anything and everything.

At first it was teasing Alessia for being so clumsy or how Ella was so loud. Even going on to talk about how Rachel and Millie were the troublesome duo and an honourable mention to Mary’s tiktok.

Then it was how you were inexperienced in pretty much everything.

“But how?!” Lucy exclaimed, raising her hands in the air to slap them back down onto the sofa.

“I don't know.” You mumbled with a shug, looking down at your fingers.

“But everyone has had sex.”

“Apparently not y/n.” Lauren piped up with a laugh.

“Lauren.” Alessia said, sending the girl a warning look.

“What have you done then?” Alex questioned, leaning her elbows on her knees.

“Uh, I've kissed someone?”

“Was that a statement or a question?” Jordan chuckled good heartedly.

Alessia looked over at you and noticed your leg bouncing up and down at an increased rate. The striker desperately wanting to say something, but not knowing what.

“I uh-” You struggled, not liking how everyone's eyes were on you. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears and it felt that everything around you was spinning.

“Okay I think that's enough.” Esme said from beside you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You looked over at her and gave a grateful smile but the questions didn't falter. Your heart pounded even quicker and you suddenly felt as if you were trapped.

"I have to use the bathroom." You said quickly, coming up with an excuse.

You placed your drink on the coffee table as you stood up and slipped off down the hallway.

Shutting the bathroom door behind you quietly, you let out a sigh, tension melting from your body as you leaned against the door.

“C’mon y/n, pull yourself together.” You muttered to yourself, moving over to the sink.

You placed both hands on the side, letting your head hang low as you listened to the faint laughs from your friends coming from the other room.

“Stop being a loser and have some fun.”

You tried to give yourself a pep talk but nothing seemed to work. You were snapped out of your haze once you heard a knock on the door.

“Just a minute.” You panicked, pretending to flush the toilet and wash your hands.

Opening the door, you stepped back out into the hallway and came face to face with Leah.

“Oh! Hi!” You stuttered out, hands stuffing themselves in your pockets.

“Hey!” Leah chuckled, “I was going to head out with the others but I wanted to say thank you for a great time.”

“Oh, how long was I in there?” You mumbled to yourself, looking back at the bathroom behind you.

“Not long, don’t worry.” Leah smiled, placing her hand on your arm.

“That’s uh that’s good then.” You said, stumbling over your words at her touch, feeling your body freeze.

“I’ll see you around?”

“Y-yeah, for sure, yeah, definitely.”

“Okay, cool. See you later y/n.”

Walking back into your living room, you spotted Alessia cleaning up all the mess that was thrown around the place. The blonde noticed your presence and looked up at you with a smile before going back to cleaning.

Wordlessly walking up to her, you gently took the rubbish from her hands before putting them in the bin in the kitchen. The two of you continued to clean so your place was practically spotless.

Once you were both done, you flopped onto the sofa, sitting shoulder to shoulder but still not saying a word. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you looked around at everything in the room but Alessia.

“Is it alright if I stay the night?” Alessia wondered, causing you to finally look at her.

“Y-yeah, of course.” You nodded, getting up from the sofa and holding your hand out for the blonde to grab.

Alessia took your hand without question and let you guide her into your bedroom. She sat on the edge of your bed whilst you rummaged around to find something for her to wear. Picking out some old joggers and a top, you handed the items of clothing to her.

She gracefully took them, getting up from the bed to place a soft kiss to your cheek before walking into the en suite to get changed. You stood rooted to your spot, face beet red and eyes wide.

It seemed like all the air had been taken out of your lungs, Alessia had never done that and now you didn’t know what to do. It seemed foolish to be hung up on such a small thing but it sent your mind reeling.

Not realising how long you had been standing for, you turned around with haste as you heard the bathroom door open up.

“You okay?” Alessia questioned, looking at you quizzically.

“Y-yeah, thought I saw a spider.” You said, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“You’re scared of spiders?” Alessia teased, placing her clothes on top of the desk of drawers.

“Definitely not,” you mumbled, shaking your head, “nope.”

“Okay.” Alessia chuckled, shaking her head before going to lay on your bed.

“That's, erm, that's my bed.” You said, pointing weakly to the piece of furniture.

“Yes?”

“You're laying on my bed.”

“Is that okay?” Alessia wondered.

“Mhm, I’ll just sleep somewhere else.”

“You’re not sleeping in here?” Alessia questioned, looking up at you with curiosity and you could feel your palms become sweaty.

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling small.

“You could never.” Alessia smiled, patting the spot beside her. “Now come here.”

“You sure?” You asked, feeling very nervous at the thought of sharing a bed with Alessia.

“Yes, now come on. I don’t bite.”

“O-okay.”

Squeezing your eyes shut for a brief second and releasing a shaky breath, you made your way onto your bed. You laid next to her, as stiff as a board, not exactly knowing what to do with yourself.

Mentally cursing yourself for being so awkward, you moved a little closer to the blonde, the latter trying not to laugh at your actions.

“Y’know Leah was right earlier.” Alessia spoke up, looking over at you.

“Huh?” You questioned, confused as to what she was getting at.

“You are cute.” Alessia said, taking matters into her own hands and moving so you were laying shoulder to shoulder.

“I-” You let out a chuckle but it died in your throat causing you to let out a small cough.

“Get some sleep.” Alessia said, trying to contain her smile and shifting to get more comfortable which led to her head resting on your chest.

Nodding, you realised she couldn't see you causing you to fight the urge to slap yourself in the face. Leaning over ever so slightly, you managed to turn the lights off and get into a comfortable position yourself.

Letting yourself drift off into a deep sleep, you prayed to the gods above that Alessia couldn't hear or feel how fast your heart was pumping.

Many hours passed and the morning sun came around all too quickly. Some time during the night, the two of you had shifted, the blonde now somewhat fully laying on top of you.

Her leg was draped over yours, tangled together and her hand had made its way up your top, resting on your stomach, just above the band of your joggers. Her head had moved into the crook of your neck and you could feel each breath she let out, the action causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

You were completely trapped by her, not that you had anything against it, in fact you couldn’t think of anything better than the moment you were in right now. Assuming Alessia was still asleep, your fingers began to mindlessly trace shapes on her arm that was slung around your waist.

“That feels nice.” Alessia mumbled, hiding her head further into your neck.

She felt you freeze underneath her, your ministrations coming to a halt and all of a sudden the situation became too much to bear. Your position seemed very domestic, and if the two of you were caught like that everybody would immediately assume you were a couple.

A couple. You could feel your heart crack at the thought. Staring up at the ceiling, you placed a hand behind your head, the other trapped underneath Alessia’s body.

You don't know how long you were looking at the ceiling for until you felt Alessia’s body shift beside you. The blonde moved so she was now leaning on her arm, her body hovering over yours. She looked at you questioningly, but you didn't say anything.

“Are you doing anything today?” Alessia asked quietly.

“No, why?” You responded softly, still looking up at the ceiling.

“Do you want to do something? Like go see a movie?” Alessia questioned.

“Of course,” you smiled, finally turning to look at her, “but may I ask why?”

“Can’t friends go see a movie with each other?”

“They can.” You said, nervously looking around the room.

“Okay, what movie do you want to go see?”

“Not sure, you?”

“What's new out?”

“Um, let me see.” You mumbled, reaching over to your bedside table and grabbing your phone.

Alessia laid herself down again, her head resting on your shoulder as she watched you scroll through your phone.

“What about the nun 2?”

“Absolutely not, I hate horrors.” Alessia said firmly, shaking her head.

“C’mon, I'll hold your hand.” You teased.

“Tempting,” Alessia said, trailing off before ultimately nodding her head, “okay fine, but only if you hold my hand.”

“I promise to not let go.” You smiled, quickly booking the tickets.

You both decided to stay in bed for a little while longer, scrolling through your social media until it was time to get ready. You let Alessia choose some clothes from your wardrobe to get changed into and before you knew it, you were putting on your shoes and making your way into your car.

Alessia had the aux once again and you were both singing to your heart's content. On the way there you kept sneaking glances at the blonde next to you, unknown to you that she saw exactly what you were doing.

The drive to the cinema was short, not getting caught in any traffic leading you to arrive in record time. Putting the car into park, you found a space quite close to the entrance.

The two of you got out of your car, making your way to get some popcorn and drinks. You bought the food, much to Alessia’s dismay, giving a cheeky smile to the blonde in response.

It didn't take long for you to find your seats and now all you had to do was wait. You placed the popcorn in between you both and the drinks in the cup holders.

Reaching your hand out, you picked up a couple pieces of popcorn but dropped them instantly once you felt a hand on top of yours. Looking to your right, you saw Alessia’s cheeks flush.

“Sorry.” Alessia mumbled, pulling her hand back.

“Don’t be.” You smiled, your hand going back into your lap.

The screen in front of you turned on and the adverts began to play. You sat patiently waiting for the movie to start, occasionally glancing over to the blonde beside you.

As the movie began, you had your whole focus on the screen ahead. Popping the odd pieces of popcorn in your mouth you almost forgot about who was next to you.

That was until a jumpscare came up on the screen and a hand flew onto yours. Your eyes widened, looking down at the hand that was clutching your own. Turning your head to Alessia, she looked between you and the screen.

She tried to take her hand back but you intertwined your fingers together, resting them on her lap. Carefully, Alessia rested her head on your shoulder, looking up slightly, silently asking if what she was doing was okay.

That question, however, went out the window when another jumpscare came up on the screen. You bit back a smile as you felt Alessia shift in her seat beside you and hide her face in your neck.

As the movie went on, your mind seemed to drift off to somewhere else. Noticing the direction of your gaze, Alessia did a double-take to find you staring at her. At this point, you were no longer watching the film but instead, you were watching her.

“You okay?” You questioned quietly, lowering your head to make sure that you didn't disturb the people around you.

“Mhm.” Alessia hummed, burying her head into you further.

“You sure?” You asked, double checking just to make sure.

“Yeah, you're holding my hand.” Alessia smiled and you could feel her smile into your neck.

You felt a blush creep up the back off your neck to the tips of your ears, a beaming smile making its way onto your face.

The movie went on and Alessia hadn’t moved, her hand still in yours and her head still on your shoulder. As the credits played, you couldn't help the frown forming on your face. You really didn't want this time with Alessia to end.

Watching as everyone got up and left, you tried to stall the time you had with Alessia. She moved her head from your shoulder but didn't move either. Sending a small smile her way, you finally stood up, pulling Alessia up with you, not letting go of your hand.

Smiling to yourself, you left the cinema, gently swinging your hands back and forth between the two of you. You opened your car door for her, as well as closing it once she was fully in.

Running round to the drivers side, you sat down with a little huff, trying to think of something to prolong the time you had together. You tapped your fingers on the steering wheel, you mind coming up short on ideas.

“Want to get some food?” Alessia asked, fingers fidgeting in her lap.

“Yeah, sure. What do you want to get?” You questioned, turning the car on and pulling out of the space.

“Drive thru maybe?” Alessia said, looking out the window. “I don’t mind where.”

“Well, McDonalds is the closest?”

“McDonalds it is.” Alessia nodded.

Looking over at Alessia you noticed that she was still playing with her fingers, so putting on some big boy pants you reached a hand over and intertwined your fingers once again.

You drove in a comfortable silence until you pulled up to the McDonald’s. You ordered what you both wanted before paying, collecting your food and driving to find a parking space.

After finding somewhere to park, you turned the car off and dug into your food. Still, the two of you didn't say anything to each other, occasionally looking up from your food and when your eyes met you would exchange small smiles.

Once you finished your food, you waited for Alessia to finish hers. Not wanting to sit in an awkward atmosphere, you turned on the radio. ‘Rock your body’ by Justin Timberlake came on and you turned the volume up.

Dancing in your seat, Alessia laughed at your actions as she finished up the last of her food. Her eyes widened in confusion as you got out of the car, rounding to her side and opening her door.

“What are you doing?” Alessia wondered, looking up at you.

“Care for a dance?” You questioned, holding your hand out for her to take.

“What if someone sees us?” Alessia asked, hesitant but still taking your hand.

“So what?” You said, a blinding smile on your face as you danced with Alessia in the car park. “Besides, it's late, no one will care.”

“You’re an idiot.” Alessia chuckled, but dancing nonetheless.

“True.” You shrugged, spinning her around.

“I can’t believe I'm dancing in a McDonalds car park with you.” Alessia smiled, shaking her head.

“I’m full of fun ideas.” You said, coming down as the song came to an end.

“Mhm, you sure are.” Alessia agreed, stopping only inches away from you, her bright blue eyes staring into yours.

“Let’s get you home.” You rushed out, afraid that you’d do something to embarrass yourself.

“Okay.” Alessia said softly, sitting back down in your car.

“I’m just going to put the rubbish in the bin.” You mumbled, pointing to the take out bag.

“Don't die.” Alessia teased.

“Better keep your fingers crossed.” You replied with a chuckle that died in your throat.

As you walked over to the bin you slapped yourself on the forehead, muttering a small ‘idiot’ and squeezing your eyes shut.

You told yourself that you weren't going to fall for her and now look at you. She was turning you into a pile of mush.

Shaking your head, you tried to clear your mind before getting back in the car with her.

The radio was still playing but at a lower volume as you drove Alessia back to her place, your hand intertwined with hers as it rested on her lap. Pulling up to her place, you found somewhere to park.

Not really knowing what to do, you stayed in your seat, looking out the window, your eyes scanning whatever they could see.

“Thank you for today.” Alessia said, opening her door.

“Yeah, of course, it’s no problem.” You smiled, turning to look at her.

“Goodnight, y/n.” Alessia said, placing a kiss on your cheek before getting out of your car and walking off.

You groaned, smacking your forehead on the steering wheel, feeling your cheeks heat up. Contemplating for a split second, you made the quick decision to get out of your car and catch up to Alessia.

“Y/n?” Alessia questioned, as you jogged up to her side.

“Thought I could walk you to your door.” You said, stuffing your hands in your pockets.

“How chivalrous.” Alessia teased, bumping her side into yours.

“I have some perks.” You replied, with a smile.

The two of you continued to walk to Alessia’s place, neither of you said anything but it was perfect the way you were. Just being in each other’s presence was enough.

So lost in your mind, you hadn't noticed you were now standing outside Alessia’s front door.

“This is me.” Alessia said, opening her door before turning around to look at you.

“Yeah.” You trailed off, rocking backwards and forwards on your feet.

“Thank you again, for tonight.” Alessia smiled.

“Of course, I'll see you at training?”

“Yeah,” Alessia nodded, “goodnight, y/n.”

“Night.” You smiled before walking away.

Just as Alessia was about to close her door you turned back round and spoke up again.

“Hey, wait, uh-”

“Everything okay?” Alessia wondered, opening her door again.

“I don't want to get the wrong impression, but, erm, I kinda felt like this was a date? Was this a date? If not I’ll-” You said, your finger pointing back and forth between you and Alessia.

“Do you want to come in?” Alessia said, ignoring your question with a smile.

“T-that doesn’t answer my question.” You replied dumbly.

Not saying anything, Alessia reached out and took a hold of the collar of your top, pulling you into her and placing her lips on yours.

Once you pulled away, you stared at her in shock, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly parted.

“Does that answer your question?” Alessia teased, smiling at your reaction.

This time you didn't reply, pulling the blonde back into a kiss. The two of you stumbled into her apartment, kicking the door closed behind you. The sudden impact had stunned Alessia, her breath catching in her throat.

Her eyes were blown wide and she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her brain started to register what was going on and she finally kissed you back, wrapping her hands around your shoulders.

You both sighed contently into the kiss. Easily getting lost in each other’s presence.

The kiss, however, what was once full of tenderness and caution soon turned into hunger and passion. The two of you unable to keep your hands to yourselves.

“We’re friends?” You questioned breathlessly between kisses, unknowingly moving your way to her bedroom.

“Uh huh.” Alessia replied, pulling you closer.

“Friends don’t do this.”

“Definitely not.”

“But we’re still going to do this?”

“One hundred percent.”

Alessia felt her back hit a wall, the blonde gasping in response. You trailed kisses down her neck, gently nipping in different places but not enough to create marks. Stumbling your way into Alessia’s bedroom, clothes were strewn around the room.

Pushing Alessia onto her bed, you hovered over her. She placed a hand at the back of your neck, pulling you down and bringing your lips back together. You slid your tongue against her bottom lip, the blonde immediately granting your access.

Alessia moaned into your mouth, her mind fogged with nothing but thoughts of you. Your roaming hands squeezed at her thighs, trailing up to her waist. You pulled away breathlessly, looking into her eyes.

“Why’d you stop?” Alessia questioned, trying to bring you back in for another kiss.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay with this?” You replied, “I don't want to do anything too soon.”

“As sweet as you are. If you don’t fuck me now, we are seriously going to fall out.” Alessia said, rocking her hips against your thigh.

“Oh! O-okay.” You rushed out as your cheeks heated up.

Moving your hand to rest beside Alessia’s head the other trailed its way down to where she desperately needed you the most. With one final look of confirmation, you slid two fingers inside her.

You nearly moaned at the sounds Alessia was making beneath you and assuming you were doing a good job, you curled your fingers.

“Fuck y/n.” Alessia whispered through heavy breaths, moving her hips with the rhythm of your fingers.

Gulping back your pleasure, you focused solely on Alessia. You watched her every move, seeing the way her body reacted to your touch. She bit her lip, suppressing her from letting out any moans.

“Hey, let me hear you.” You said, pulling her lip from her teeth.

Alessia’s skin was tingling, goosebumps spreading like a wildfire as her orgasm approached with fierceness. Her hand moved down to your forearm, nails digging into your skin as her hips instinctively bucked at your touch.

You pressed your thumb down onto her clit, relishing in the way her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head at the action before coming back to focus on you.

“Shit, I'm gonna come!”

“Yeah?” You whispered, moving down close to her ear, “come for me.”

Her hips began to rock almost of their own accord along with the lazy circling of your thumb over her clit. Her head was thrown back and her hair was stuck to her forehead. Sweat dripped down her neck as she tried to chase after her high.

You could feel her beginning to clamp around your fingers, a noticeable tremble to her body, it was obvious she was close and with one final curl of your fingers and a firm press of your thumb against her clit, she arched her back off the bed. Her eyes screwed shut, body shuddering as her orgasm washed over her.

You pulled your fingers out of her, Alessia let out a small whine at the loss. Kissing her softly, you began to trail down from her lips to her jaw, neck, collarbone and then to the valley of her breasts.

“You okay?” You asked, pressing feather-like kisses across her chest.

“Yeah.” Alessia nodded, trying to catch her breath.

“Good.” You replied, trailing your kisses down further, stopping just above her pubic bone.

You nipped and sucked along her thighs, leaving small marks here and there. As much as you were enjoying creating hickies, only for you to see, Alessia was getting impatient.

She bucked her hips, hoping to hurry you up. Trying to hide a smirk, you pressed a few teasing pecks to her clit. A sudden ripple of pleasure soared through Alessia’s body. She squeezed your head between her legs, one of her hands tangled itself in your hair whilst the other went to play with her breasts.

Alessia’s eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to the pleasure she was feeling. She moved one of her legs over your shoulder, hips moving in time with your tongue to chase her building orgasm.

When you began to feel her clenching around your tongue, you picked up your pace, only stopping to whisper breathy praises into her, using your thumb to stimulate her clit and it wasn’t long before Alessia’s body was convulsing around your head, her legs shaking as you rode her through her orgasm.

Kissing your way back up to Alessia’s face, you propped yourself up with one arm, the other, brushing strands of hair out of Alessia’s face. Taking in her appearance, her eyes were dilated, her cheeks coated pink and her lips were swollen.

“You okay?” You questioned, looking down at Alessia’s blissed out state.

“Yeah, just calming down.”

“Take as long as you need.” You smiled, placing a kiss on her hairline.

“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?” Alessia teased, trying to regulate her breathing, mentioning to the other night.

“Uh- yeah, I kinda went with the flow.” You blushed, hiding your face in your hand.

“It was perfect.” Alessia said, leaning up to kiss you softly.

“I'm glad, um, let me get you some water-”

“It’s fine, just lay with me.” Alessia said, holding you from going anywhere.

“Let me, at least, clean you up-”

“Y/n, just lay with me.”

“Okay.” You smiled, getting into a comfortable position and feeling Alessia cuddle up into your side.

The two of you didn't say anything, enjoying the tranquillity of the moment which led to the two of you drifting off to sleep.

The next couple of weeks flew past in a blur. After waking back up the following morning, you and Alessia were inseparable. You went out on every date imaginable, the two of you growing closer and closer.

You were falling when you met her but now you had landed and she had caught you. On the sixth date you asked her to be your girlfriend and to your surprise, she said yes. You hadn’t told your teammates nor any family members as you were new to all of this.

You wanted to take it slow and Alessia was quick to agree. But that went flying out the window when you let it slip that you loved her. Although the two of you hadn’t been together for long, among the pleasure one night, soft ‘I love yous’ were sighed out into the air.

Since you had been friends before, you didn't want to do anything to ruin what you had. The two of you were inseparable and you felt as if nothing could break you.

The two of you didn’t care about what anyone else thought, you were in love and nothing else mattered.

But now the time had come for international football again. After proving yourself in training, Sarina had put you in the starting eleven. You couldn't be more nervous, but luckily Alessia was there to help.

“Feeling okay?” Alessia questioned, her hand intertwined with yours.

The two of you were sitting on the coach, somewhere near the back, away from the hustle and bustle at the front.

“Yeah, just in my head that’s all.” You replied with a small smile.

“Don’t be, you’ll do great today.” Alessia said comfortingly.

“Fingers crossed.” You mumbled, resting your head against the window, watching as the world went by.

It had seemed as if you were on auto pilot, getting off the coach and changing into your kit before going out to warm up. Even the warm up went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were standing in the tunnel waiting to go out and face the Netherlands.

Although it was only a friendly, this was your first time in the starting eleven and it felt as if even more pressure was on you. The back of your mind kept telling you how everyone wanted you to fail, how you were no good, even going as far as saying that you were no right for Alessia.

You only snapped out of your thoughts when the ref blew her whistle. The game was gruelling from the start, each team putting in their all from the get go. England had a few chances and the Netherlands even less. Tackles were being made left, right and centre, each of them becoming harder than the last.

Losing yourself momentarily, your mind drifted off meaning you couldn't prepare for an incoming slide tackle. You passed the ball on, milliseconds before two feet came flying at your ankles.

Tumbling to the ground with a harsh thud, you felt all the wind being knocked out of you. Rolling onto your back with a groan, you stared up at the sky, trying to collect your breath.

Your teammates gathered around you but you waved them off, promising that you were fine. The referee had called a foul, a free kick for England in the perfect spot.

The ball was placed in your hands, the pressure of scoring almost weighing you down but you tuned everything out, finding a certain pair or blue eyes amongst the chaos on the pitch.

With a soft nod from Alessia, you knew you would be alright. Taking in a deep breath, you prepared for the free kick. After the refs whistle, you took your chance. Your foot connected with the ball, soaring its way towards the back of the net.

The stadium erupted into cheers, you had scored. The game started up again and it was as if England had found a new fire from within.

The match continued, chances at both ends but eventually England came out on top.

Everyone was in high spirits, singing and dancing around the locker room. You were all washed and changed, sitting to yourself once again as you waited for Alessia to get ready.

“Hey, we’re all going out later, do you want to join us?” Ella asked, coming to sit beside you.

“Big crowds aren’t exactly my thing.” You mumbled, picking at the skin of your fingers.

“Alessia said she’s going.” Ella said, wiggling her eyebrows in your direction.

“Um, where is it you’re going?” You questioned, looking down at your feet but you could still sense the smirk on Ella’s face.

“I’ll text you the address.” Ella said, patting you on the shoulder before walking back off to her cubby.

One by one, everyone piled out of the locker room. Leaving you and Alessia alone once again. The blonde was finishing off getting ready whilst you were scrolling through your phone.

A message from Ella popped up at the top of your screen, the notification telling you where everyone would be meeting later.

“Hey.” Alessia said, stepping in front of you.

“Hi.” You smiled, turning your phone off and opening your legs so she could stand in between them.

“I told you, you were going to play well.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, leaning forward to rest your head on her stomach.

“Are you coming out later?” Alessia questioned, running a hand up and down your back.

“Probably not, I fancy watching a movie with a nice cup of tea.” You replied, sighing contently.

“Can I come over after?”

“Of course.” You said, looking up and resting your chin on her stomach.

“I love you.”

“I love you.” You said, standing up to place a peck on her lips.

Time flew by once again and you had suddenly found yourself standing outside a random bar in the middle of god knows where. You tugged on what you were wearing, seeing what everybody else had on made you feel ridiculously out of place.

Taking in a deep breath, you made your way into the bar. Cheap perfume, sweat and a potent smell of alcohol flooded your senses. You scanned around the place trying to find someone you knew and to your surprise you did.

Making your way over to everybody, you stopped in your tracks once you saw Alessia. It was as if an angel had fallen from the sky and you were so lucky to be able to call her your girlfriend.

Finding a new found confidence, you walked over to her, wanting nothing more than to be in her arms.

“Did you do it then?” Lauren asked, looking up from her drink.

“Do what?” Alessia replied, looking behind her and trying to find you but you were nowhere to be seen.

“Get y/n to believe that you fell in love with her.” Lucy said as if it was obvious.

“I did but-”

“Who would've thought Alessia had it in her?” Rachel teased.

“No it's not like that-”

“Well, how are you going to break it off?” Ella questioned.

“I’m not, I-”

“That’s rough.” Mary muttered, sipping from her drink. “Making her believe that you fell in love for a dare and not breaking it off, sheesh.”

“It was a dare?”

The question that made everybody freeze.

Alessia turned around and all of a sudden everyone's eyes were on you. Stunned in silence, you could feel your heart shattering with each second passing by.

“Y/n-” Alessia started, walking towards you cautiously.

“Answer the question.” You said firmly, holding your hand out, stopping her from getting any closer.

“Baby, I-”

“Answer the question, Alessia. Did you pretend to fall in love with me for a dare?”

“Yes but-”

“Oh.”

Oh. You felt it there and then, your heart falling out of your chest and onto the floor, the blonde in front of you stepping on it a thousand times over.

“It was a dare at first but I really do love you.” Alessia said, begging for you to believe her.

“Uh huh.” You replied, nodding numbly, not being able to feel a single thing apart from pure heart break.

“You have to believe me, I love you so much, I really do.”

“Hey, no, it’s okay. I, erm, kind of figured.” You mumbled, eyes brimming with tears as you ignored Alessia’s pleas. “I mean, why would Alessia Russo fall for someone like me?”

“Y/n-”

“I'm- uh- I’m just gonna go.” You said, sniffling slightly as you pointed to the door.

Nodding to yourself, you looked down to the ground before leaving. Your teammates behind you desperately tried to get your attention but it was no use.

You had left, leaving everyone behind. Leaving Alessia behind. Leaving your heart behind. As, after all, you had fallen for a lie.

i know alessia would never do anything like this, it’s just for story purposes:)

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reblogging this because it is one of, if not, my favourite fics i’ve made :)

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alexia smut? YAYY

i hope you all like it :)

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Leah or Alexia & tattoo artist smut??

new alexia smut tomorrow 👀

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𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 || 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: a special valentine's day date 

warnings: nothing but pure fluff 

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i was listening to the ronettes and this fic was the outcome. i hope you enjoy!

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It was around half eleven in the morning, the gentle sound of the radio and the boiling of the kettle filled the silence of the kitchen. You stood, humming quietly, swaying side to side as you waited for the kettle to come to a boil.

Alessia was still fast asleep, her mind reminiscing the soft tender touches the two of you shared last night. Whilst she slept, you thought to make her breakfast in bed. A plate of pancakes and fruit were to the side of you as you made her some tea. 

Today was Valentine's day. A day you wanted to make extra special for her. The two of you had been together for nearly three years, having met during an England call up the both of you had been inseparable since. 

Once everything was prepared, you placed it all on a tray and carefully made your way back into your shared bedroom. Pushing the door open gently with your foot, you were met with Alessia’s back, the blonde having rolled over in the time you were downstairs.

Placing the breakfast on Alessia’s bedside table, you sat yourself down by her side and tenderly brushed a loose strand of hair that fell over her eyes behind her ear.

“Less,” you whispered, placing your hand on her shoulder. 

Slowly, the blonde started to stir, her eyes fluttering open but closing as soon as they were hit by the bright sun rays. 

“I made you some breakfast,” you said softly, pulling the tray onto your lap.

“Thank you, baby,” Alessia mumbled, turning onto her back and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Of course,” you smiled, watching her pull herself up against the headboard.

“What time is it?” Alessia asked, pecking your lips as you placed her breakfast on her lap.

“Nearly midday,” you replied, smiling at her widened eyes.

“I’ve never slept in so late,” Alessia said, taking a bite out of one of the pancakes.

“And whose fault is that?” you said, tilting your head in a teasing manner.

“Yours,” Alessia said, taking another bite before offering a pancake to you.

“Mhm, sure it was,” you hummed, taking a small bite from her fork and letting her finish the rest.

Alessia didn't reply, only huffing out a small laugh, knowing exactly why she slept in so late. Her aching legs being a constant reminder. She finished off her breakfast, feeding you the occasional pancake or chunk of fruit, until there was nothing left on her plate. 

Taking the tray from her lap, you placed it on the floor. You placed an arm over her legs, effectively trapping her to the bed under your body. The two of you didn’t say anything, just enjoying the company of one another.

Not being able to stop yourself, you let a smile form on your face before you shuffled up and started placing delicate kisses over Alessia’s face. A kiss for each of her freckles.

Both of your hands reached up to cup her face, bringing your lips down onto hers, feeling the warmth of her breath against yours. You could feel Alessia smile against your lips, the gesture driving you to insanity.

Pulling away slowly, your eyes met Alessia’s, the corners of her lips pulled proudly into a smile. Your heart fluttered at the sight, you couldn't believe that she was yours. You truly felt like the luckiest person on the planet.

“What was that for?” Alessia asked, wiping a thumb over your cheekbone. “Not that I'm complaining.” 

“Just felt like it,” you shrugged, leaning back and reluctantly getting up.

Picking up the tray from the floor you made your way to the bedroom door, turning back round before you left.

“Where are you going?” Alessia questioned, confused that you weren’t staying with her longer.

“You need to get dressed,” you said, glancing at the time. “We’re going to be late.”

“Late?” Alessia wondered, sitting herself up. “Late for what?”

“You’ll see, just get dressed,” you replied, being discreet on purpose. 

Walking back downstairs, you quickly wash the dishes and put them back in their designated places before going to the guest bedroom to get ready yourself. 

Quickly hopping in the shower, you get yourself ready for the day. With your outfit, you chose to go smart but casual, a perfect combination for the day.

Having got ready in the guest bedroom to give Alessia a little space, you walked back into your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed as you waited for her to come out of the bathroom.  

Hearing the door creak open, you snap your head up to your girlfriend, unable to take your eyes off her as she walked out in nothing but a towel, small droplets of water falling off her face.

Alessia, knowing the effect she had on you, decided to tease you. She turned around, looking in the wardrobe and dropping the towel to the floor. Your eyes trailed over her body and although she couldn’t see you, she knew what you were doing.

You bit your knuckles, trying to stop yourself from smiling as you watched Alessia get herself ready. Once the blonde turned around, you were quick to get up on your feet.

Taking one step forward, you cupped your hand around her jaw and pulled her into a bruising kiss before parting slightly and saying, “We won’t be going anywhere at this rate.”

“You were the one to decide to go out for the day,” Alessia shrugged, a teasing smile on her lips.

Shaking your head, you huff out a laugh, dropping your hand back to your side. 

“You ready to go?” you asked, pulling a coat out of the wardrobe and putting it on. 

“Yeah,” Alessia nodded, following you out of your bedroom and to the car. 

Sitting in the driver's seat, you started up the car and looked in your mirrors. Double checking it was safe to pull out of your spot, you placed your arm around the back of Alessia’s chair and began to reverse.

Using one hand on the steering wheel to reverse, Alessia watched you carefully. Going from the way your hand manoeuvred around the steering wheel effortlessly to how your side profile was on full display as you looked out the back window.

The drive there didn't take long and before you knew it you were pulling up into a parking space. Turning the car off, you got out and walked around to Alessia’s side, opening the door for her.

Placing a kiss on your cheek as a thank you, the two of you walked down the street hand in hand until you reached your destination.

“Why are we here?” Alessia questioned, looking up at the small building.

“It's a baking class!” you said happily, looking down at Alessia with a smile.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” Alessia mumbled, looking up at you with a playful glare.

“Never,” you replied teasingly. 

The two of you walked in, greeted by a little old lady beaming happily. She took you both to a back room where three other couples were already situated. Placing your coats on the hangers behind you, you put on some aprons and waited for your instructions. 

In front of you was a table covered in an abundance of items scattered all over the top. The little old lady stood at the front of the room, addressing what you would be doing. 

Alessia grinned at you at the mention of cookies, her excitement increasing tenfold. The lady executed each step with the intent of you following, although she seemed to underestimate that you and flour were a bad mix. 

Pouring some into your hand, you blew the white powder into Alessia’s face. The blond turned to look at you with an evident scowl on her features. Taking it as a challenge, Alessia also grabbed some flour, throwing a handful back at you. 

The old lady gave the two of you a scolding look causing you both to laugh and get back to the task at hand. After making the sugar cookies and putting them in the oven, the next task was making the icing. 

You and Alessia placed multiple icing bags around your table each of them containing different colour icing, ready for the cookies to come out. 

After taking the cookies out of the oven and waiting for them to cool down, it was finally time to decorate them. You had four and Alessia had four, the two of you decorating your own to then give to each other after.

Every now and then, Alessia would glance over to you watching every move you made. The way you stuck your tongue out in concentration or how your arms flexed as you squeezed the icing bag, even noticing the veins that crawled from your hand up to your arm.

Once you were happy with your cookies, you squeezed the last remaining icing into your mouth waiting patiently for Alessia to finish hers. Hearing a chuckle from beside you, you turned to look at Alessia. Raising an eyebrow in question you wondered what she was laughing at.

“What’s funny?” you wondered, your voice coming out muffled due to the icing in your mouth.

“Nothing,” Alessia smiled, shaking her head as she let out another soft laugh.

Still not quite believing her, you shrugged your shoulders and turned your face to glance around the room when she took a hold of each side of your face. Alessia used the pad of her thumb and brushed it along your lip, clearing away the icing that was there.

As she pulled away she kept her eyes locked with yours, licking the icing off her thumb and smiling to herself at your reaction. You couldn't help the blush that creeped up the back of your neck to the tips of your ears.

Having finished decorating her cookies, Alessia shielded her finished product from your view. She thanked the old lady when she came round with some boxes to put them in and you both put them in separate containers.

You put the aprons back where you found them, washing the four off your faces as well, before putting your coats back on, and leaving the little shop.

The two of you walked hand in hand down the street, turning a few corners and making your way into a park. You and Alessia talked about anything and everything before you found a bench overlooking a lake. 

Placing your boxes beside one another, Alessia rested her head on your shoulder, taking a deep breath in and sighing contentedly as you wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer into you.

“Do you want a cookie?” you asked quietly, trying not to disturb the tranquillity between you both. 

“Yes please,” Alessia said, lifting her head from your shoulder.

Turning to your side, you opened your box, pulling out a cookie and handing it to Alessia. Taking it from your hands, she chuckled as she read the writing on it.

“Do you like it?” you questioned, looking down at the cookie which read, ‘be my baby’.

“I’m already your baby,” Alessia smiled, taking a bite, closing her eyes and humming at the taste.

“Forever?” you said a little nervously, holding out another cookie which read, ‘marry me?’

“A-are you serious?” Alessia mumbled, eyes wide open in complete shock.

“You’re it for me, Russo. There's no one I'd rather spend the rest of my life with,” you nodded, placing Alessia’s cookies back in the box and taking a hold of her hands. “I don't know how you do it, but every day I fall more and more in love with you. You’re continuously pulling me in, so much so, that if you leave me I'd simply break. I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with you.”

“I -” Alessia sniffled, struggling to find the words as she looked into your eyes, tears flowing down her face. “I love you so much.”

“It’s always you, Less. Always has been and always will be. You’re my person. You’re my home.” you said, tears of your own forming in your eyes.

Taking in a deep breath, you stood up from the bench pulling Alessia up with you. She watched you carefully as you reached into your pocket and pulled out a small black box. With her hands shaking and breathing ragged, her heart pounded as she watched you get down on one knee in front of her.

“Alessia Mia Teresa Russo,” you started, opening the box to reveal a glittering ring inside. “Will you marry me?”

Unable to form a coherent sentence, Alessia nodded through her tears and choked out a ‘yes’. 

Getting up from the floor, you took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto Alessia’s finger. Alessia practically threw herself into your arms, smashing her lips against yours in a kiss full of love and passion. 

You both reluctantly pulled away, looking into each other's eyes. The two of you reciprocating one anothers smiles. 

“I can’t wait to call you my wife,” you mumbled, placing delicate kisses on Alessia’s lips.

“Me neither,” Alessia smiled, pulling you back into a kiss. 

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are you comfy w writing a jessie fleming nsfw alphabet?

i think i’d need to write a fic or two about her first but maybe after that!

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Please can we get a part 2 on fallen for a lie???

🥺🥺

in the near future :)

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are you going to do a pt.2 for fallen for a lie?

potentially :)

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alessia russo smut please omg!!!!

nsfw alphabet? long ass fic? a ficlet? headcannons?

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is fallen for a lie going to get a second part ? it was very good !!

thank you, hon! maybe in the future :)

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I’m sorry if you’ve answered this again but who do you write for? Anyone or just specific players? xx

i’m more comfortable with writing for leah williamson, alessia russo and alexia putellas but i’d definitely write for other players :)

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would you write for jessie fleming?

yes ma’am

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i was going through my inbox and tumblr had decided to delete all your requests, so feel free to send in some more! angst, fluff, smut - anything and i’ll write it!

i’ll try to get some more fics out when possible!