So those are a list of the kinks i like and you can go ahead and use that list for other players if you wish as well
A-Z Alexia Putellas 18+
Word Count 4.5K
Warnings-Explicit WLW smut Dom/Sub dynamics and a variety of kinks (including light bondage, impact play, edging/denial, and dirty talk).
Masterlist
AN- This took so long I hope this is what you wanted Anon. And if anybody wants to request this for any other player just ask.
A - Aftercare
You were laying there,Your skin flushed and damp with sweat still trying to catch your breath. The commanding woman who had just dismantled you piece by piece was gone.
Alexia returned from the bathroom holding a warm, damp cloth. She climbed back onto the bed moving carefully.
"Tranquila, mi vida,"(Easy, my life) Alexia murmured, her voice soft and soothing.
She carefully wiped the sweat from your chest and stomach, the warmth of the cloth sending a comforting shiver down you. When she finished, she tossed the towel aside and pulled the blanket up over your shoulders cocooning you. She lay down beside you, pulling you against her side. Her fingers began to slowly comb through your messy hair, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes feeling safe and anchored by the steady, calming beat of her heart beneath your cheek.
B-Biting/Bondage
"You move too much," Alexia noted.
Before you could ask what she meant, she reached for the nightstand, her fingers returning with a black silk tie.Your breath caught as she gathered both of your wrists in one hand, pulling them above your head.
"Alexia—"
"Shh," she commanded gently, wrapping the silk securely around your wrists, tying them to the headboard. She tested the knot, satisfied when you pulled against it and found yourself completely trapped.
She leaned over you, her weight bracing on her forearms. She didn't kiss your lips. Instead, she trailed her mouth down your jaw, her hot breath grazing the sensitive column of your neck until she reached your collarbone.
She opened her mouth and sank her teeth into your skin. It was a sharp bite hard enough to make you cry out and arch off the bed, but controlled enough not to break the skin. She sucked hard, her tongue soothing the sting while deliberately leaving a dark bruise.
"Mía," (Mine) she growled against the mark. "Now you'll remember this every time you look in the mirror tomorrow."
C-Cunnilingus
Alexia didn't just want to make you feel good she wanted to absolutely worship you.
She knelt at the edge of the bed, dragging you down the mattress by your hips until you were perfectly positioned. She parted your thighs, her hands gripping the backs of your knees to hold you open and entirely vulnerable beneath her gaze.
"Look at me," she instructed.
You forced your eyes open, your vision already hazy with anticipation. Alexia leaned in, her lips brushing against your slick, swollen center before her tongue finally made contact.
A moan tore from your throat, your fingers instantly digging into the bedsheets.She used long, flat strokes of her tongue, tasting you deeply, before swirling around your most sensitive nerves. When your hips instinctively bucked upward to chase the friction, her grip on your thighs tightened, anchoring you exactly where she wanted you.
"Ale, please," you begged, your head thrashing against the pillows.
She didn't stop. She only adjusted her angle, increasing the pressure and the pace, ruthlessly drinking you in while she forced you to look down and watch.
D- Dirty Talk/Domination
There was a certain register to Alexia’s voice when she wanted to completely overload your brain. It was low and dripped with absolute authority.
You were pinned beneath her, your wrists trapped in one of her hands, completely at her mercy. She was driving into you with a relentless rhythm, but she wasn't letting you focus solely on the physical sensation. She was inside your head.
"You think you can handle this?" Alexia taunted softly, leaning down so her lips were brushing against the shell of your ear. The vibration of her voice sent shockwaves straight down your body. "Mírate. Estás temblando por mí." (Look at you. You are shaking for me.)
"Yes," you whimpered, your mind entirely blanking under her control.
"Yes, what?" she pushed, her pace accelerating, deliberately grinding against your sweetest spot and making your vision white out. "Tell me whose girl you are, YN. Tell me who makes you fall apart like this."
"Yours," you sobbed, the dirty, degrading thrill of yielding to her breaking down your final defenses. "I'm yours, Alexia. Only yours."
"Buena chica," (Good girl) she praised, her voice dark with satisfaction as she finally pushed you over the edge. "Never forget it."
E-Edging
Your entire body was a coiled spring, wound so tight it was borderline painful. You were right there on the precipice of a climax. Your nails dug into Alexia's shoulders, your hips bucking frantically to chase the release she was promising.
But just as the first wave of your orgasm began to crash over you, Alexia abruptly pulled her hand away.
A devastated, choked whine tore from your throat. Your muscles locked up, vibrating with a throbbing ache as the high suddenly plummeted, leaving you completely empty and desperate.
"Ah, ah. Todavía no," (Not yet) Alexia whispered, her voice teasing. She pressed the flat of her palm firmly against your stomach, pinning you flat against the bed so you couldn't move.
"Alexia, please," you sobbed, a frustrated tear slipping down. "I need it. Please."
"I know you do," she murmured, leaning down to press a soft, cruel kiss to your trembling bottom lip. "But you’re rushing, mi amor. You don't get to finish until I decide you've earned it. And right now? I want to watch you ache for me a little longer.”
F-Fingering
She shifted her weight, settling her hips between your spread thighs. You were already dripping, practically melting into the sheets as her fingers traced the slick entrance of your core. She didn't tease you this time. She pushed two fingers deep inside of you in one smooth thrust.
You gasped, your spine arching off the bed as she completely filled the hollow ache inside you.
"Look at you," Alexia breathed, her dark eyes tracking the way your chest heaved with every breath. She began to pump her fingers in curling them upward to strike that deep, internal bundle of nerve.
The wet, unmistakable sound of her fingers moving inside you filled the quiet bedroom. She used her thumb to simultaneously grind tight circles against your clit, overloading your senses. With every deep, stretching thrust, she claimed a little more of you, her pace turning ruthless until you were entirely consumed by the friction and fullness, screaming her name into the dark.
G-Grinding
You hadn't even made it to the bedroom.
The door of the apartment had barely shut before Alexia was backing you up against it. You were both still wearing your formal wear from the charity gala.
She stepped directly in front of you,her hands gripping your waist to hoist you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around her hips, trapping her against you.
She didn't undo a single button. Instead, Alexia pressed her hips forward, driving the rough fabric of her suit directly against the center of your silk dress. The heavy friction drew a sharp gasp from your lungs.
"Desesperada," (Desperate) Alexia growled playfully against your neck.
She began to roll her hips in a slow, agonizing circle, grinding hard against your swollen, sensitive core through the thin layers of fabric. The pressure was intoxicating. You whined, rocking your own hips forward to increase the friction, your fingers desperately clutching her jacket as she continued to ruthlessly grind against you, building a suffocating heat right there in the hallway.
H-Hair Pulling
The power dynamic between you was never a question, but sometimes, you liked to test the boundaries just to see what she would do.
You were on your knees in front of her, trailing open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thigh. You let your hands wander higher, your fingers brushing dangerously close to the waistband of her lingerie, attempting to take the lead.
Alexia’s reaction was instantaneous.
Her hand shot out, her long fingers tangling deeply into the hair at the nape of your neck. She didn't hurt you, but she gripped a fistful of your hair and gave a commanding tug backward.
You gasped as your head was forced to tilt up, completely exposing your throat and halting your movements entirely.
"Quieta," (Still) Alexia ordered. She looked down at you, her eyes flashing with pure dominance, her grip on your hair holding you powerlessly in place. "Did I say you could touch me yet? Keep your hands by your sides and open your mouth."
The sharp tug, combined with the absolute authority in her gaze, sent a violent shiver straight to your core. You immediately dropped your hands to your sides, parting your lips in total submission.
I-Impact Play
Alexia unbuckling her belt echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom.
You were lying flat on your stomach across the bed, your hands gripping the silk sheets. Your heart hammering frantically as you heard the heavy leather strap being pulled through the loops followed by the thrilling sound of it being doubled over in her hand.
"You’ve been so stubborn today," Alexia murmured, stepping up to the edge of the bed. The cool leather dragged lightly across your bare thighs. "I think you need a reminder of who is in charge."
"Ale, please," you whimpered, a breathless anticipation pooling in your stomach.
The first strike wasn't full force, but the stinging bite of the leather against your flesh made you cry out, your spine bowing instinctively as a flood of liquid heat rushed between your legs.
"Eso es," (That's it) Alexia praised softly, stepping closer. She stroked her free hand gently through your hair to soothe the shock, before raising the belt again. "Toma tu castigo como una buena chica." (Take your punishment like a good girl.) She brought it down again, leaving a ribbon of pink across your skin.
J-Joint Masturbation
"Don't touch me," Alexia ordered, stepping back just out of your reach. "And don't close your eyes."
You were both completely bare, kneeling on the mattress facing each other. The air between you was thick with denied need. Alexia’s eyes were locked onto yours as her hand slid down her own stomach, her fingers finding her own dripping heat.
"Touch yourself," she commanded."Quiero ver cómo te tocas pensando en mí." (I want to see how you touch yourself thinking of me.)
You swallowed hard, your trembling fingers moving down to mirror her. The moment your fingers slipped inside yourself, Alexia let out a low, approving groan.
It was pure, visual torture. You pumped your fingers into your aching core, entirely synchronized with the rhythm of Alexia’s hand as she pleasured herself right in front of you. You watched the way her muscles tensed, the way her jaw clenched, her gaze never wavering from your flushed face. The shared, unbroken eye contact pushed the intimacy to an agonizing level, spiraling you both toward a simultaneous, shattering climax without your skin ever brushing hers.
K -Kneeling
Alexia was sitting in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom still fully dressed.She had simply pointed to the spot on the rug directly between her parted thighs.
"De rodillas,"(On your knees) she had instructed calmly.
You hadn't hesitated. You sank to the floor, the rug soft against your bare. You were looking up at her, entirely stripped of your pride, vulnerable and waiting.
Alexia leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She reached out, her ring clad fingers gripping your chin firmly, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet her gaze.
"You look beautiful down there," Alexia says, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "Right where you belong. Looking up at me."
A slow drop of arousal wept onto the rug beneath you. You didn't move. You just parted your lips, breathing heavily, completely yielding to the rush of submissive devotion that came from being literally at her feet.
L-Licking
Alexia was hovering over you, her hair falling like a curtain to box you in. Instead of using her hands, she was using her tongue. She started at the hollow of your throat, dragging a slow wet trail down the center of your chest.
You squirmed, your fingers twitching by your sides, but she had expressly forbidden you from touching her until she was finished.
Her tongue circled your navel, dipping into the dip of your waist before dragging lower. When she reached your inner thighs, she bypassed your aching, dripping center completely. Instead, she lapped at the highly sensitive, untouched skin just inches away from where you were begging her to be.
"Ale... por favor," you gasped, your hips bucking up, desperately trying to seek out the friction.
"Paciencia, pequeña," (Patience, little one) she hummed, her breath hot against your soaking wet folds. She dragged her tongue in a long, flat stroke right along your crease, expertly teasing the edges without giving you the direct pressure you craved. "I want to taste every single inch of you before I finally let you break."
M-Mirror Play
"Keep your eyes open," Alexia commanded, her hand wrapping firmly around the front of your throat.
She stood behind you, her hips flush against yours as she bent you forward over the bedroom vanity. The Vanity pressed against your stomach, but your entire focus was on the well-lit mirror directly in front of you.
Alexia drove two fingers deep inside you with a ruthless thrust, and a broken moan tore from your lips. She tightened her grip gently on your throat, forcing your chin up so you couldn't look away from your own reflection.
The visual was completely degrading and impossibly hot. You looked utterly wrecked your chest heaving, your lips swollen, your eyes hazy and desperate. And right behind you stood Alexia, eyes staring back at you through the glass.
"Mírate," (Look at yourself) Alexia whispered, her breath ghosting over your ear as she increased her punishing pace, watching your reflection completely fall apart. "Look at what a beautiful mess you become when I use you."
N-Nipple Play
The shock of the temperature change made your entire body flinch.
Alexia sat straddling your waist, a glass of ice water abandoned on the nightstand. She held a single, melting cube of ice between her fingertips, dragging it in a slow circle around the sensitive, flushed skin of your breast. The freezing water dripped down your ribs, causing your nipple to pebble instantly into a tight, aching peak.
"You're so responsive," she hummed, tracing the ice right over the center, making you hiss sharply through your teeth.
She tossed the sliver of ice away and instantly replaced the freezing cold with the scalding heat of her mouth.
You let out a loud, breathless cry as her hot tongue lashed over the chilled, overstimulated nerve. She sucked hard, pulling the sensitive flesh deeply into her mouth, her teeth grazing just enough to send a sharp jolt of electricity straight down to your throbbing core. Your hands flew to her hair, your back arching off the mattress as she mercilessly feasted on you, completely overwhelming your senses.
O-Orgasm Denial
The cruelty of it was enough to make you sob.
You were a trembling, slick mess on the sheets. You had been hovering on the absolute edge for twenty minutes, your inner walls clenching desperately around her fingers, waiting for the final, heavy pressure that would send you over the cliff.
But Alexia didn't push you over. With a wet, agonizingly slow motion, she pulled her fingers completely out of you.
You froze. A desperate, broken whine left your throat as your hips chased her retreating hand. "Ale... please."
"No," Alexia said simply. She reached over, grabbing a towel to wipe her hand, her expression completely calm and unyielding. "We are done for tonight."
"Please," you wept, your core throbbing with a heavy, hollow, physical ache that felt impossible to ignore. "I'll do anything. Please just let me finish."
"Dije que no," (I said no) she murmured, leaning down to press a soft, affectionate kiss to your tear-stained cheek, completely ignoring your physical torment. "You are going to sleep exactly like this. Swollen, aching, and desperate for me. Maybe if you're a good girl tomorrow, I'll let you have it."
P-Praise Kink
The contrast between her ruthless physical dominance and the absolute sweetness of her words was melting your brain into a puddle.
You were pinned face-down into the pillows, your hands gripping the headboard. Alexia was kneeling behind you, wearing a thick, black strap-on. She was sinking into you with deep, brutal, full-length thrusts, stretching you so wide you could barely breathe. The raw power of her hips slamming against yours was enough to completely wreck you, but it was what she was whispering that truly undid you.
"Eres tan buena para mí," (You are so good for me) she praised, her voice a low against the back of your neck.
She drove the thick shaft in to the hilt, hitting the deepest part of you. You screamed, your body trembling under her weight.
"That's it, take it all," Alexia praised, shifting one hand to gently, lovingly stroke the hair away from your sweaty forehead. "You take my cock so beautifully, baby. So perfect. Such a good, obedient girl for me."
The filthy, degrading stretch of the silicone combined with the adoring, validating praise was a psychological overload. You babbled incoherently, tears of pure pleasure streaming down your face, completely surrendering everything you had to the woman who owned you inside and out.
Q-Queening
It was the ultimate act of submission, and Alexia reveled in every second of it.
You were lying flat on your back, your arms pinned to your sides by the commanding presence of the woman above you. Alexia set her knees on either side of your head. Slowlymshe lowered herself until her soaking wet heat was resting directly over your mouth and nose.
The scent and taste of her immediately flooded your senses. You couldn't see anything but her thighs, couldn't breathe anything but her arousal.
*Adórame," (Worship me) Alexia commanded, her voice floating down from above you.
You opened your mouth, your tongue darting out to lap at her slick folds. She sank her weight down just a fraction more, the pressure a reminder of her complete dominance. She didn't move her hips she forced you to do all the work, her hands tangling into your hair to hold your head exactly where she wanted it. You eagerly mapped her out with your tongue, drinking her in, desperate to please her while she sat above you like a queen.
R-Roleplaying
The desk was cleared.
You were backed against the edge of it, your hands gripping the mahogany. Alexia was standing in front of you. She hadn't broken character since you walked through the door twenty minutes ago.
"I told you the report was inadequate," Alexia said coldly, her fingers trailing dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. "I expect perfection from my employees. What am I supposed to do with such a disobedient assistant?"
"I'm sorry," you stammered, the psychological thrill of the dynamic making your heart hammer wildly. You reached out instinctively to touch her arm. "Ale, please—"
Alexia’s hand clamped down on your wrist.
"Ah, ah," she corrected,"You broke character. What did I tell you to call me?"
You swallowed hard, your knees trembling under her intense, evaluating stare. "Señorita Putellas."
"Exactly," she whispered, her hand finally sliding up your thigh, pushing your skirt out of the way. "And since you can't follow simple instructions in the office, Señorita Putellas is going to have to discipline you right here on this desk."
S-Scissoring
Your legs were tangled together in the center of the bed, one of your thighs hooked high over Alexia’s hip as she pressed flush against you. The friction was entirely mutual, heavy, and slick. You were both slick with sweat, your chests heaving against each other as you found a matching rhythm.
"Sí, así," (Yes, like that) Alexia gasped, her usual cool composure completely shattering.
She wrapped her arms tightly around your waist, pulling you closer, grinding her aching, swollen center directly against yours. Every time you rolled your hips into hers, you hit the exact spot that made her moan. It was an intoxicating power exchange feeling her entirely undone by your body, her nails biting into your back as the wet sound of your bodies sliding together echoed in the room. You kissed her deeply, swallowing her groans, riding the pleasure together until you both completely tipped over the edge.
T-Thigh Riding
Alexia was sitting back against the headboard. She looked completely relaxed, her arms resting behind her head, watching you with amused eyes.
You were straddling her right leg, your bare knees sinking into the bed on either side of her thigh.
"Adelante," Go ahead) she taunted softly. "Take what you need."
You pressed your aching, dripping center directly against the thick muscle of her thigh. You let out a quiet whine, beginning to roll your hips, grinding down hard against her leg.
Alexia didn't move to help you. She just lay there, letting you do all the exhausting work.
"Look at you using me," she murmured, her hands finally coming down to grip your waist, not to thrust, but to hold you in place so you could grind harder.Sweat completely coating your skin as you rode her thigh, chasing the high. The visual of you desperately humping her leg while she watched you with that smug smirk, pushed you right into a shuddering climax.
U- Undressing
You had just returned from a dinner date, and the moment the bedroom door shut, Alexia pointed to the center of the room. She didn't take off her own jacket.
"Don't move," she instructed softly, reaching for the zipper at the back of your dress.
She was deliberately slow. . She pushed the fabric off your shoulders, letting it pool around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but delicate lace. The cool air hit your heated skin, making you shiver, but you didn't dare cover yourself.
Alexia stepped back,She took her time, her eyes slowly dragging over every inch of your exposed body, assessing you like a masterpiece she exclusively owned.
"Preciosa," (Beautiful) she murmured, stepping back in to unhook the clasp of your bra. "You look so perfect waiting for me.
V- Vibrator Play
The low hum of the silicone wand filled the quiet bedroom.
You were pinned flat on your back, your wrists trapped securely above your head by one of Alexia's hands. With her other hand, she hovered the vibrating toy just an inch above your slick, aching center.
"Please, Ale," you gasped, your hips bucking up, desperately trying to close the gap.
"Take it," she commanded, pressing the toy firmly against your most sensitive bundle of nerves on its highest setting.
The sensory overload was immediate. You screamed, your entire body arching off the mattress as the relentless vibration flooded your nervous system. You tried to squirm away but Alexia’s grip on your wrists held you in place, forcing you to endure the painful stimulation. She ground the toy down mercilessly, keeping it there as you sobbed her name, completely shattering under the force of the climax she demanded from you.
W-Worship
Dominance wasn't always about being forceful sometimes, it was about a overwhelmingdevotion.
Alexia was on her knees at the edge of the bed. But she wasn't submitting. She was treating your body like a religion.
She started at your ankles, pressing soft kisses to your skin. Her hands smoothed up your calves, her lips trailing over your kneecaps, mapping out the curves of your thighs. You lay back, entirely melted into the bed, your fingers tangling weakly in the sheets as she worshiped every inch of you.
"Eres una obra de arte," (You are a work of art) she whispered, her breath hot against your stomach as she kissed the dip of your navel.
She wasn't trying to push you over the edge quickly. She wanted to savor you, to make sure you felt exactly how much she adored you.
X- X Rated Film
Alexia had propped her phone up against a stack of books on the nightstand, angling the camera perfectly to capture the center of the bed. You were currently straddling her lap flushed and desperate.
"Míralo,"(Look at it) Alexia ordered, her hands gripping your hips firmly to set a deep pace. "Look at the camera, YN."
You turned your head, locking eyes with the lens. The knowledge that you were being recorded that she was capturing the exact, messy, degrading way you fell apart for her sent a filthy thrill straight to your core.
"Tell the camera who is fucking you," Alexia demanded, her thumb pressing heavily against your clit as she thrust upward, making your eyes roll back.
"You," you gasped, as tears of pleasure blurred your vision. "You are, Ale."
"That's right," she growled, her grip tightening on your hips. "And tomorrow, when I'm on the team bus, I'm going to watch this video and see exactly how beautifully you take me."
Y- Yielding
Alexia had you completely pinned, your body trapped securely beneath her heavier, athletic frame. You were exhausted, trembling, and entirely at her mercy, but there was still a tiny spark of stubborn resistance in your eyes.
Alexia stopped moving completely. She cradled the side of your face, forcing you to look directly into her eyes.
"Ríndete,"*(Surrender) she whispered, her voice stripped of all playfulness."Stop fighting me. Let go of everything else. Give me control."
You stared into her eyes, feeling the weight of your pride and your walls. And then, you let them completely crumble.
You let out a exhale, your tense muscles turning entirely to liquid. "I yield," you whispered, your voice breaking as you gave her absolute power over your body and mind. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me."
The dark satisfaction that flared in her eyes was the last thing you saw before she devoured you.
Z- Zone (Erogenous Zones)
You were aching, dripping, and desperate for her touch, but Alexia entirely ignored the core of your heat. Instead, she mapped out every other nerve ending on your body, driving you into a state of absolute madness.
She dragged her teeth lightly along the sensitive skin at the nape of your neck, making you shiver uncontrollably. Her fingers traced the dip of your spine, ghosting over the curve of your hips, before she dragged her lips down to the highly sensitive, untouched skin at the back of your knee.
"Ale, please," you whimpered, trying to close your legs to trap her hand, but she pulled away.
She kissed the inside of your wrist, sucking lightly on your pulse point.She was mapping a constellation of sensitive zones, keeping you hovering in a constant state of overstimulation without ever giving you the release you were begging for.
"Me encanta cómo te desesperas," (I love how desperate you get) she hummed, tracing her tongue lightly over your collarbone, fully intending to keep you begging for hours.
