summary: you sit with Alexia after her final game reminiscing.
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“When all the dust is settled and all the crowds are gone, the things that matter are faith, family and friends.“ - Barbara Bush.
There.
Right in the centre, a figure was sat on the grass overlooking the now, empty Johan Cruyff stadium. A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips seeing her there, it didnt surprise you one bit that she would sit here and drink the sight in, one last time in her Barça jersey.
You came up beside her, plonking down and getting comfortable sitting crisscross, much like Alexia was. She didn’t even pay attention to you, lost in her own little world.
“I figured I would find you here, how do you feel?” You asked gently, your fingers running up and down the back of her jersey that clung to her form.
“At peace.” Her voice equally as soft, the serene look on her face told you that she was being truthful.
“You played a beautiful game tonight baby,” at that, she turned her head to look at you.
“Yeah?”
You nodded, “You really did. You gave every bit of your heart and soul out there tonight, just as I knew you would.”
A smile broke out on her face, her eyes a little misty. “They deserved to see me at my best one last time.”
“I started crying when you did your bow,” you confessed and she let out a small laugh, no heat behind her words when she spoke.
“That’s very predictable of you bebè,”
You grinned ruefully, “I know.”
Alexia let the conversation fade out, simply taking her time, remembering it all one last time. Whilst she did that, you took the time to observe her — no, admire her. For everything she was and everything she stood for. She had dedicated 14 years of her life to this club, it was a legacy no one could ever take from her.
She was a true inspiration to a whole generation, dedicating the better half of her life to this club, to changing women’s football for the better. For being a leader everyone could look up to, girl or boy, young or old. When they saw Alexia, they saw greatness personified.
But you’d gotten to see the intimate moments, when the spotlight faded, you’d seen the flip side of what it meant for her to be the greatest and the price she had paid. Professionally, she’d had one of the best years of her entire career this past year. But personally, you had seen her at her lowest. All from the days where she couldn’t get out of bed, plagued by headlines from a game they’d lost or the threat of injury looming over her head like a thunder cloud. She had pushed her body, fine tuning it into a weapon, putting in insane work hours, sometimes working out twice a day for 3 hours.
You had started to notice the light in her eyes dim. She smiled, but it was forced. She laughed, but it missed the warmth that you were so used too. She made conversation, but she only listened with one ear. And you noticed it, you’d been with Alexia for long enough to know when something was troubling her, but you also knew to give her space. To let her come to terms with whatever she felt before you could ask her about it. You could tell it was something big she was wrestling with, you felt it deep in your bones, an unexplainable feeling but you knew it would be something that had the power to shake up your lives.
Like waiting for a storm to come, but never knowing when it would occur. That ever present sense of dread. It made a tight knot form in your belly, sitting heavy like an anchor.
The breaking point finally came one night, you'd been asleep and reached out for her only to find the sheets cool. You cracked one eye open seeing the bed empty and the unmistakable sound of sniffles. Immediately, you were wide awake and out of bed, feet quietly following the sound of Alexia’s tears, only to find her sat in the corner of your shower. Legs pressed against her chest, hugging herself wearing her ratty sleep shirt and shorts. Your heart dropped at the sight of her.
“Ale? Baby, what’s wrong?” You scooped her into your arms and she went willingly, letting herself be held and you relished the warmth of her skin, the smell of sleep still lingering on her.
“I can't do it anymore,” her voice cracked which made you hold onto her tighter, lips pressing against the back of her neck.
“Do what?” You whispered, making space for her emotions and simultaneously bracing yourself for whatever she had to say.
“Play for Barça anymore,” once the words were out a silence fell upon the two of you, the implication and not to mention the weight of those words had shocked you into speechlessness. Alexia in turn only cried harder because you knew without a shadow of a doubt, that you were the first person she’d told this to, out loud.
“You can’t?” You whispered, anything louder than a whisper would make this feel too real and right now, that’s not what either of you wanted.
She shook her head, clinging to you as though you were her life line. “I can’t,” she confirmed, sounding more scared than you’d ever heard her. “It's taken too much from me, I am broken, I am a shell of who I used to be and you dont deserve that, my family doesn’t deserve that and most importantly, I don't deserve that. I deserve to be happy, to play football for the reason I fell in love with it and if I keep going, I won’t love it anymore and I cant let the club down like that,” she paused and you braced yourself, feeling your heart crack into a million jagged pieces.
“I can’t let papà down like that,” she finished and this time your own tears fell that you weren’t even aware had gathered. You kissed the top of her head, gently stroking her back as she twisted her face in your neck.
“You've given the club everything Ale, but I won’t let it take your happiness, so if this is how you feel, I’ll support it, I will support you. Always,” you murmured fiercely and she let out a shaky breath, nodding jerkily. There wasn’t anything else to say, words felt too heavy for this admission at 3 in the morning. She didnt need anything else than your support right now which you gave her, wholeheartedly and willingly.
“Penny for your thoughts?” You asked softly, shifting so that you sat behind her, putting your weight on your arms and Alexia leaned back against you. A metaphorical you can lean on me, I’ve got you ever since that night in the bathroom.
A bone deep and heavy sigh escaped her and she relaxed fully against you which had you smiling ear-to-ear, waiting for her to speak.
“I feel at peace,” she said softly. At that you pressed a kiss to the top of her head, waiting it out knowing she had more to say.
“Barça will be the greatest love story of my life. I came here a young lost girl, and I leave here a woman who knows exactly who I am having made friends and family for life. There is no part of me that will ever stop being a culer. That’s ingrained in me, I will be their biggest supporter no matter what.” She spoke with such love and fondness that it made your heart clench.
“This team shaped me into who I am today, I came for my love of the club all those years ago, but I stayed for the people. My teammates, the staff — everyone I've ever had the privilege of walking out onto that pitch with. I have so much admiration in my heart.”
You wrapped both arms around her now and her arms came up to hold them, leaning against your shoulder.
“I have so much admiration for you,” you whispered in her ear, unable to stop kissing her cheek. You felt her smile, the dimple deepen and you knew she was fully and completely content with her decision.
“Why?”
“Because it takes incredible amounts of bravery to know when to walk away, and when to put yourself first no matter how much it hurts. You’ve done that baby, and you’re leaving the club in more than capable hands.” You said, hearing the ragged breath she exhaled, your words affecting her.
“I love you Alexia, and watching you give this team everything you have, one more time, winning the quadruple in a way no one else ever has under your leadership. It’s awe-inspiring baby, you can rest now, put yourself first for once,” you finished and she let out a sniffle, wiping at her eyes and you simply smiled softly.
“I hate you, I told myself no more tears,” she huffed wetly which made you laugh.
“They’re good tears, stop lying to yourself,” you grinned knowing, without even seeing it, that she rolled her eyes.
“Do you think I made the right call?” She asked suddenly, her voice taking on a vulnerable edge.
“Look at me,” you murmured, waiting until she had turned in your arms before you spoke, her teary eyes locked on you. “I know you made the right decision, and do you know how I know that?”
She shook her head, hanging onto every word. “You're at peace. You're becoming my Ale more and more each day since that night you made the decision. You’re laughing more freely, you’re glowing again and the determination you’ve shown in getting all of these trophies with the girls,” you stopped, taking a breath as your own throat constricted. “God, I’m so proud of you, there won't ever be another capitana like you, and everyone who’s ever played with you knows that. You are Barcelona Ale, and Barcelona will forever be in you.”
A sob ripped from her throat and she leaned forward, letting her forehead rest against yours as her body shook from the tears, relief, adrenaline — you name it, but everything she’d felt these past few days were finally coming out one last time in the place she’d given her all, so it was fitting truly that she had a breakdown here.
“You are a legend in every sense of the word baby, and now you’ll get to play football and find your love and passion for it again. You have revolutionised the way the world sees football. There won’t be another you ever again and for that, I’m the luckiest girl in the world getting to stand by your side, witnessing it.”
She cut you off with a kiss, tears and teeth clashing as she poured all of the things she couldn’t say. You held her waist, keeping her steady, finding comfort and solace in the kiss and the closeness of her.
She broke the kiss, giving you an emotional smile. “Visca el Barça,”
☆ Summary: Being Barça's newest signing is the easy part. The real challenge is letting someone get close. With Alexia, things quickly turn physical, and while you have no problem taking control, letting yourself be seen is a different story. But Alexia isn't used to being kept at a distance.
☆ Word Count: 7.1k
☆ Warnings: SMUT (+18) • Well, how do I even tag this? Guided masturbation? • Torito discovers she has a very unfortunate weakness for being told to behave • Alexia discovers this too and takes full advantage of it • Alexia is a menace • yay Torito comes!! <333
☆ A/n: I'm struggling a lot with my undergraduate thesis right now, which is why I haven't been writing much! It's sucking me dryyy.
Part 7 here
You sighed in defeat. "I'll tell you about my ex if you tell me about yours."
Alexia chuckled. "That's not how it works. I always talk to you about myself, sí? I've already done my part. You're the one who drops a bomb in my lap every two weeks and then goes completely silent."
You rolled your eyes.
She won.
"There isn't much to say about her," you began slowly, trying to dig up memories of your life with your ex. You didn't like thinking too much about her, or who you were when you were together.
"Selene was cool, very cool… That's what got me attracted to her in the first place. She was smarter, funnier, and more confident than me. And when she took a liking to me, it felt... nice, you know? She was a bit older too, which seemed cooler than it does now."
Selene's favourite flowers were daffodils; she took pictures whenever she found them outside. Selene's favourite colour was orange, and she detested darker shades. Selene was kind to everyone else but you. Selene smelled like mango. Mango was your favourite fruit, still is. Not because of her, though.
You weren't sure you were supposed to be sharing all of that with Alexia, so you stopped talking. Alexia, however, did not appreciate the halt.
"Okay… more," Alexia instructed, her tone flat and commanding, as if she had simply decided you were a small robot programmed to comply with her demands.
And you were, a little bit. For her, at least.
"She was a good person, most of the time," you told Alexia. "But being with her wasn't nice. I think we brought out the worst in each other."
You took a longer pause this time. Alexia didn't break the silence, which you were grateful for. She was slowly learning that your silences weren't always an invitation to keep asking questions. Sometimes they merely meant your brain was trying to process some difficult thoughts.
"She wasn't very patient with me," you admitted, staring ahead, making a point not to look at Alexia. "And I think… I think I need people to be patient with me when it comes to... sex and just relationships in general. And she wasn't. So yeah." You exhaled slowly. "That's that. Not very nice. That's why we broke up."
"Yeah…" Alexia agreed quietly, her arm tightening around you. "Not very nice of Selene at all."
The room fell still for a moment.
"She was my first, too," you added, the realisation only highlighting how messy the breakup had actually been. "I even considered joining my parents' church and becoming a nun."
Alexia went dead still. Then she pushed herself up onto her elbow, hovering over to look straight into your face.
"She was your first? The first girl you had sex with?"
"Mhmmm. First person, yes." You kept your eyes glued on the ceiling. "She was the lucky one," you added dryly, throwing the joke into the room because you felt like you had ruined the soft atmosphere you had both been wrapped in.
(And also because you felt too exposed).
Alexia didn't smile. Great.
You had officially ruined her evening.
"You never told me that," she said, her voice a bit heavy.
"I think we've both established by now that I barely tell you anything," You replied, glancing up at her. "That's not exactly new information."
"Still." She was staring down at you with an expression that meant she was recalibrating something internally. "I would have liked to know that."
You smiled at the dramatics of it.
"Would you also like to know that you're my second?"
Alexia froze. It was a total and immediate freeze, as if someone had hit pause on her entire nervous system.
"I'm your second?" she repeated slowly, her eyes widening. "You've only been with two people? You've only had sex with two people?!"
You weren't sure what reaction you had been expecting. Something warmer, maybe, or at least a little more casual. But the shock in her tone made heat rush to your face before your brain could even try to fight it.
"I-I… well, yeah," you stammered, feeling your cheeks turn beet red. "I-I mean–"
"Hey, sorry, I think I'm overreacting," she started, softening and leaning in closer. "There's nothing to be–"
"If you say 'there's nothing to be embarrassed about'", you interrupted, pressing a single finger over her lips, "I will be significantly more embarrassed than I currently am."
Alexia gently moved your finger, her hand wrapping around your wrist. "I just thought you would have been with more people," she admitted quietly, and now it was her turn to flush. "That's all… because you are good at it. At, mhm, sex."
You tilted your head, forcing a slight smirk as you scrambled to pull the control of the conversation back into your hands. "You think so, capi?"
She pouted, nosing at your cheek. "Not capi. Just Ale."
"Okay, Ale," you murmured, letting her press her lips to your cheekbone. "You think I'm good at sex? What's your favourite thing about it, huh?"
Alexia rolled her eyes and flushed a deep pink. "I know you are deflecting again, but… I'll give you this. I-I like when you strap me."
Hearing the Spain and Barcelona captain stumble over the word strap made the blush on your face spike to temperatures previously unrecorded by science. It was an anomaly capable of melting a polar ice cap and leaving hundreds of little polar bears homeless.
"Well, you can thank Selene for that," you murmured, using the line out purely as a shield to hide the prickling insecurity of having so little experience.
Alexia's expression changed. Her embarrassment disappeared, her mouth pulling into a displeased little pout.
"No," she said, her voice dropping.
"No?"
"Don't say that."
"Why?" you asked, tilting your head as you tried to suppress a smile.
"Because I don't want to hear about her… like that."
Jealous Alexia was back.
Ignoring the heat burning your face, a small mischievous streak flared up in your chest. If you couldn't control your embarrassment, you could at least try to control her reaction, play with Alexia a little bit.
"She was the one who taught me how to-"
"No," Alexia whined softly.
Before you could finish, she leaned down and pressed her lips against yours. It wasn't a romantic gesture, more a physical necessity to shut you up.
"Tori, quiet now, vale?"
"You're not really going to let me finish that sentence?" You murmured against her mouth, feeling the stubborn press of her lips.
"No," she said, hovering just half a centimetre above your face, her eyes flashing you with jealousy. "You're mean."
"I'm so nice to you," you said, letting your hand drift lazily down to her lower back.
"Clearly you're not."
"I am."
Alexia rolled her beautiful eyes,
Any other day, Alexia would be completely naked by now.
But she was on her period, and you weren't clear on how to navigate that yet- what she would be comfortable with, where the boundaries were tonight. So, for now, you relied on your words.
"I'm so good to you, Ale," you whispered again, turning your head to press a playful bite against the apple of her cheek. "I'm not mean. You would know if I was ever mean to you."
"I would?" she whispered.
You nodded, biting her again. "Yes."
Alexia liked biting, although she didn't always enjoy having visibly marked afterwards. She often complained that it was unprofessional to walk around with love bites like a teenager, which meant you had long since learned where you could leave them without her having to spend the following day throwing tantrums while covering her neck.
You always gave her a hickey in places no one else could see, mainly the middle of her thighs. There wasn't much privacy, not when you shared a locker room with others. But oh God, tonight she would look so lovely with a purplish bruise right below her ear. She would look so endearing with your canine sunk into the soft meat of her ass.
Fuck. You were burning already.
She groaned when you kissed the same spot again.
"You're gonna leave a mark."
"Mark of what? My teeth in your cheek?"
"Obviously," she said, rolling her eyes.
"Mhm," you hummed, shifting closer so you could trail your tongue from her cheek down her neck and along her jaw. You kissed the spot where her carotid artery lay. It was beating rapidly, like a trapped rabbit. You sank your teeth in just enough to press, just enough to annoy her.
"You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" she murmured as you bit her again.
"I'm in a state of jubilation, yes."
Before you could realise, Alexia's hand was at the back of your throat, pushing you away with a firm grip.
"No mark, Tori," she said as you looked up at her. "Behave, si?"
You closed your mouth immediately.
The low and commanding shift in her voice sent a shiver straight down your spine, a physiological reaction you were wholly unprepared for. You swallowed hard, and Alexia, observant as ever, caught the movement of your throat. You felt like a properly trained dog whose owner said the word walk or bone.
Alexia tilted her head, a dangerous (little) smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Oh no.
"Oh, did I find a soft spot, torito?"
Your face flushed even deeper. "Stop," you snapped.
Where on Earth did this come from?
"You like it when I tell you to behave?" Alexia teased softly, her hand creeping up to your neck, then your jawline, and you thought you might die. "Who would have guessed, huh?"
"Alexia," you warned, feeling blood rushing all over your core.
"Yes, bebé?"
"Stop," you repeated weakly. You were so screwed.
"I want a kiss," Alexia murmured, pressing her lips against your earlobe. "Can I have a kiss?"
You nodded. "Y-yes."
She leaned down and pressed her pink lips to yours. Her body moved slowly at first, until you felt the full press of her weight as she rested against you – her stomach flush against yours, her long legs entwined with yours, rumpling the hotel sheets even further.
Before she could settle into position, your body reacted on instinct. You shifted your hips and scrambled to flip your position, muscle memory taking over until you suddenly found yourself pinned right on top of her.
"Let me make you feel good," you whispered, your hand coming up to the warm skin of her neck, holding her down. You were desperate, trying to regain some semblance of the control she had stripped away with just one single word.
Alexia shook her head, her lips brushing against yours. "I'm on my period, remember?"
"I don't care," you said quickly, your fingers already tugging at the hem of her shirt. You wanted it off now. "Please?"
She shook her head again, firmer this time. "No, tori."
Why wasn't she letting you do anything?! You could count on one hand how many times she had ever said no to you. So rude!
You pouted up at her, your chest heaving. "Really? You don't want to because of the blood? I really don't mind."
Alexia chuckled. "I don't think I've ever seen you desperate. What happened? Did you get horny when I told you to behave?"
The grip on her neck instantly faltered. Alexia took that split second of hesitation to effortlessly flit you both over. God, she was so fucking strong; you almost always forget it, mainly because she allowed you to handle her like a rag doll half the time.
In a heartbeat, you were beneath her. Alexia looked at you with an unbearably pleased little smile.
"Thought so," she murmured. "But I want to hear you say it."
You had never been under her like this. Not once. You had never received, never surrendered control, never even let her see you entirely naked. You must have looked genuinely panicked for a second, because Alexia's eyes softened immediately. She pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek; her voice stripped of any teasing.
"Is this okay? Too much?" she murmured against your skin. "Do you prefer to be back on top?"
Fuck. Alexia was so gentle and considerate, and you were wet.
"I-It's whatever you want… just please let me feel you?" you pleaded, looking up at her with helpless eyes. "We can just go to the shower afterwards, or I can finger you in the shower, or-or we can lay down a towel–"
"We don't have any more towels," Alexia pointed out calmly.
"Okay, fuck the towel, whatever, I just–"
"Answer my question," Alexia interrupted, her tone dropping into one of authority. "Are you horny?"
You swallowed hard once again, your mind racing as you gave her a stiff (and embarrassed) nod.
"Words."
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
You rolled your eyes. You were as red as a cherry, you were sure.
"You know what."
Alexia clicked her tongue, shaking her head with exaggerated disappointment. "Tsk, tsk. Not very polite."
She made a move to climb off you, and alarms rang in your ears.
"No! Stay, please," you blurted out, reaching for her. Your hands caught the fabric of her shirt, holding on as though she might disappear if you let go. "Please? I'm sorry. Perdon, Ale."
"You know, usually people say sorry and then stop misbehaving," she said, looking down at you with a smile. "Will you? Will you do what I tell you to do?"
Your mind went completely blank. Head empty. Your brain was firing every single neuron at the same time, trying to make sense of what was happening. Wasn't that the onset of a seizure? Damn, were you seizuring?!
You didn't know what to say, what to do, or how to behave. You had no script for being the… submissive one.
"I-I'm sorry," you whispered again, your voice suddenly small. "I'll try."
Alexia's face went softer. "It's okay, hermosa. Let's try again, sí? I'm sure you'll get it right this time." She paused, watching you. "So… are you horny?"
"Yes…" You admitted, the confession burning you from the inside out. "I'm horny."
"Muy bien," she said, sounding pleased, rewarding you with a brush of her lips against yours. "Now, that wasn't so difficult, was it?"
Yes, it was fucking hard. You thought to yourself. But in the end, you shook your head. Alexia lifted her eyebrows, her gaze fixed on you, waiting patiently for a verbal response.
Frustrating, impossible woman.
"No, it wasn't," you grumbled.
"Good," she said, leaning down to kiss you again and then pulling just enough to look into your eyes. "Now, guapa. It's up to you, sí? I'm completely off the table tonight. You won't touch me tonight, okay? Do you understand me?"
"O-okay," you said. "I understand."
The Catalan studied your face for a second, making sure you really meant it.
"Good girl."
The words made your stomach turn over. Your blood seemed to run faster. The oxygen in the room felt scarce. Why had people ever invented language when two words could apparently wreak someone's mental state this badly?
You stared at her, speechless.
Alexia's mouth twitched. "Oh..." she murmured, noticing your reaction. "We're going to have fun with this, aren't we?"
"S-shut up," you managed. "You are teasing me now."
Alexia pouted. "Okay, now you are being bad. That's disappointing, Tori. But maybe we can deal with your attitude some other time, sí?"
You swallowed, trying to collect yourself.
"Back to what matters," she continued as if nothing had happened. She turned her face to press a kiss to your cheek. "I told you I'm just waiting for you to give me the green light to touch you, yeah? You tell me yes, and I'll make you feel good."
Then, she propped herself up on her elbow, and the teasing disappeared from her face almost immediately; her voice softened into the one tone you knew so well, that made it clear she was paying attention to you.
"...Or you can tell me no, and we don't have to do anything at all, of course. What do you want?"
You were blushing furiously by now, but you were also so fucking horny.
"I-I don't know," you whispered.
"You don't have to figure it out right now," Alexia said gently, her hand smoothing over your waist. "We can just go back to cuddling, maybe get some dinner. I really don't want to pressure you–"
She made a subtle move to shift off you again, and your hand immediately shot up, gripping her shirt.
"Stay," you said.
She smirked slowly, but then clearly tried to hide her satisfaction from you. "Yes?"
"Uhum," you hummed, feeling a lump in your throat. "But I-I'm not ready for you to touch me."
"Alright, tori," Alexia said, her eyes filled with understanding. "We can just–"
"B-but it hurts," you whined, your body betraying your words as you rolled your hips up against her pelvis. You immediately froze, mortified by yourself.
"I-I…" you were unable to continue. There was nothing to say. You were too frustrated with yourself, too needy and far too horny for your own good.
Alexia let out a sharp breath. Her hand came down to your waist, stilling you before either of you could lose your composure. "Can I help you with it?"
You blinked at her. "How? Without touching me?"
She nodded. "Why don't you touch yourself?" Alexia asked, looking down at you, at how utterly trapped and flushed you were beneath her. "Would that be okay?"
And then, for the first time, you saw the full reality of the situation settle over Alexia's face. Just now, she was truly understanding the depth of it, how completely unfamiliar this was for you.
You were completely exposed to her, somewhat relying on her to guide you while simultaneously trying to work out what you wanted for yourself. Suddenly, she was the one who looked on the verge of having a seizure. Alexia looked as overwhelmed as you felt.
"W-what?" you stammered, your eyes widening in disbelief. "I've never done that before."
Alexia stared down at you, her own eyes growing comically wide.
"I meant in front of another person, Alexia!" you blurted, rolling your eyes to cover your embarrassment.
Alexia's brows came together. "I don't particularly like it when you roll your eyes at me, torito," she said flatly.
Before you could formulate a suitably snappy response, she leaned down, one hand coming up to cup your jaw firmly. She pressed her lips to your, deepening the kiss into something slow and possessive enough to wipe away any coherent thought out of your brain.
Alexia reached down, taking the edge of the white hotel blanket, and with a smooth motion, pulling it over your body until you were hidden from her view. Then she took your hand, guiding your wrist under the cover before resting her own hand right on top of yours.
"This way I can feel what you are doing," she murmured. "But I don't have to touch you. Is that okay?"
You gave her a small nod. It felt strange – a deep and vulnerable kind of sensation – but a good strange. A safe strange. Something was reassuring about the blanket between you, about knowing that Alexia was there without being able to see everything you were doing.
"Okay, Tori," Alexia spoke softly; her tone was so, so grounding. "Do you want to take your shorts off under there, or do you want to keep them on?"
What were you doing?
Everything seemed to be moving both too quickly and yet so slowly. Were you even ready for what was about to happen? You weren't entirely sure. You weren't entirely sure of anything anymore. All you knew was that you needed release like never before.
"I-I want to keep them on," you finally responded, biting the inside of your cheek, feeling silly for being so reserved at a time like this.
You had strapped Alexia, had seen her showering, you had your face buried between her legs God knows how many times… and yet here you were mortified by the thought of taking off a few layers of clothing.
"Está bien guapa," she said, offering you a smile. "Tócate por encima, sí?" [Alright, pretty girl / Touch yourself over them, okay?]
You swallowed hard and slowly moved your hand beneath the blanket over the waistband of your shorts. Alexia's hand followed the movement from above the fabric, her palm resting lightly over your wrist. The second your fingers brushed through your shorts, you felt relief immediately flush through you, moving through your spine in a wave of soft heat.
A soft and involuntary sound escaped your throat. It felt so fucking good.
It's been weeks since you had touched yourself. Normally, focusing on Alexia was enough to satisfy you in an entirely different way, but now? Now it was a whole other story. This was just you, with Alexia watching, and somehow that made you feel far more exposed than when you were actively having sex with her.
"Like this," she murmured. "I'm right here, tori."
The reassurance somehow made it easier, but also made you hyperaware that she was indeed watching.
"Estás mojada?" Alexia asked, her eyes glued on your flushed face. [Are you wet?]
You got even wetter at the question alone. She had a habit of switching between Spanish and Catalan whenever things became intimate, and right now her sweet accent was more than welcome.
"I-I don't know."
A tiny smile appeared on her face. "You don't know?"
"I-I'm touching over my shorts," You reminded her, as though this should have been obvious.
"Then go underneath, guapa," she instructed.
You stared at her for a second, and she simply waited. Feeling strangely brave as you looked right into her eyes, you whispered. "O-okay."
You slipped your hand beneath the waistband and were instantly met with slickness. Your cotton underwear was a complete mess. Your fingertips could access your clit more easily like this.
You felt Alexia's hand on top of yours through the fabric, guiding you to start pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves. You tilted your hips and rolled your eyes.
It felt so good already.
"Qué tan mojada estás, bebé?" Alexia whispered. [How wet are you, baby?]
"Very," you whispered, the admission burning your cheeks and neck. "It's… it's a mess. M-my thighs are all wet."
Alexia's expression melted into something sweet, her lips forming a pout. "Oh… pobrecita." Though her tone was tender, it was also interlaced with unbearable patronisation that made you want to hide your face.
Alexia adjusted her position, her hand settling more firmly over yours, anchoring your palm right over the wetness of your underwear.
"Do you understand me well in Spanish?" Alexia asked, halting her movement over the top of your fingers, which made the friction over your clit stop. "Or do you prefer me to speak to you in English?"
"I–Alexia, whatever! It's whatever, just… ugh!" you gasped, unable to form a complete and understanding sentence while she held you like that. "Just… do something, please."
Alexia chuckled, and the sound made a heat pool in your lower stomach.
"You know, you can just touch yourself without me telling you what to do," she said.
You stared at her.
"Your hand is right there," she continued, looking far too amused. "Nobody is stopping you. So why are you waiting for directions, torito? Do you like taking orders that much?"
You opened your mouth to give her a very sharp response, but your brain was empty. The truth was: yes, you were waiting. You were actively waiting, holding yourself back, waiting for her to tell you what to do. You wanted her to give you her green light.
The realisation was somehow more embarrassing than touching yourself in front of her.
"Alexia," you whined, your cheeks burning again in pure humiliation. "Please, Ale. Don't be mean."
Her expression softened once again.
"Dime, bebé," she murmured, her hand (finally!!) initiating a slow circle over your fingers. You instantly followed her lead, pressing down on your clit gently. "Like this? Así? Tell me."
"Y-yes," you choked out, your hips twitching beneath the blanket as you tried to meet the pressure of her hand. "Like that…"
"Ah! No, no, no," Alexia scolded you gently, her hand pressing down just enough to pin your hips flat again. "Don't rush. I dictate the pace, sí? You slow down."
"Oh, fuck," you groaned as she guided your fingers in very small and agonising circles through the fabrics. The combination of the blanket, the shorts and the weight of Alexia's hand made the sensation build even more.
You squeezed your eyes shut. You have never done anything remotely like this with anyone else. Not with Selene, not with Alexia.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"Look at me," Alexia whispered.
"No," you murmured, your eyes stubbornly remaining closed.
"Okay," She instantly lifted her hand away, breaking the contact.
Your eyes snapped open in panic. "I'm sorry," you blurted out, forcing your eyelids wide open to meet her gaze.
"Muy bien, bebé. Smart choice," she said, smirking as she placed her hand right back over yours. Her thumb brushed the skin of your wrist before guiding your hand back into place. "Now stay right here with me. Don't go wandering off. Don't overthink, sí?"
You swallowed, keeping your eyes fixed on hers. You were far too afraid that if you looked away again, she would take her hands from yours.
"Good girl," Alexia whispered, and you thought you might come just from hearing those two words. She began to move her hand in those painful slow circles again. "Just like that. Keep your eyes on me."
Your breath caught. Without the distraction of your mind, without overthinking about everything, the sensation rushed in to fill the void. For the first time all day, you weren't analysing everything, weren't replaying the match, questioning Alexia's words, or wondering what you were supposed to do next. You were simply feeling it.
You whined lowly against her ear.
"Ale–" you gasped, your body trying to arch up to meet her palm again. Your fingertips were all slick from your own wetness, and you were still just touching yourself over your underwear. You would genuinely have a syncope if you were to touch your bare flesh right now.
"Ah-ah," Alexia clicked her tongue, her hand pressing down to stop your movement. "What did I say about rushing? Stay still for me, torito. Let it build."
Not a single neuron in your brain was functioning properly. Nor, apparently, were your astrocytes or microglia. You had managed to switch off completely, leaving you staring helplessly into Alexia's honey-coloured eyes.
"Does it feel good?" she asked softly. You could tell she honestly wanted to know; she wasn't teasing. "Are you still okay?"
You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. "Y-yes."
She watched your face for another moment before speaking again.
"Why don't you go under your underwear?" she murmured, her thumb pressing down to guide your hand. "Touch yourself properly, guapa. Touch your clit for me?"
You blushed, a pathetic whine escaping your throat.
Alexia let out a breathless chuckle. "You are so, so reactive to my words, torito. What happened to you today? You certainly weren't like this before. Or were you, and I just never noticed?"
You stared up at her, your brain utterly useless and fried, unable to form a response.
"Maybe I never noticed before because you never allowed me the space to form a thought of my own, huh?" she teased.
"Whenever we are together, you have me in all sorts of positions. Your mouth between my thighs, or strapping me while I'm on all fours for you…" she paused and leaned down until her breath was hot against your ear. "... but now, look at you, bebé. I told you to behave, and suddenly you are my polite puppy?"
"Oh, fuck, Alexia," you moaned; the combination of her fingers guiding yours and the filthiness of her words was sending waves to your cunt.
You felt so good, so wet and so warm that you couldn't decide whether you were in hell or heaven.
"You like dirty talk that much?" she teased, pressing a (very) patronising kiss on your cheekbone. "Qué mona." [How cute]
You nodded frenetically, trying to overlook the condescension dripping from every word she said.
"Touch your coño, now," she commanded. "Go underneath your underwear."
You shook your head out of pure embarrassment.
Alexia's hand relaxed at once, taking her palm from yours. "Okay, if you don't want to, don't. But I'm not going to talk you through it anymore."
"Okay, okay! Sorry!" you blurted out instantly, panicking that you might lose the contact. "Don't stop talking."
Alexia smiled triumphantly, and you finally gave in, sliding your fingers beneath the soaked fabric of your panties, and fuck, you were ridiculously sensitive. Your clit was swollen, and the slick between your thighs was absurd. You had never been this wet in your entire life, not even when you touched yourself alone.
Alexia read your body language. Her eyes darkened as she rested her hand over yours to dictate the speed once again.
"Como está tu coño, dime?" she whispered, her voice as soft as silk.
"I'm-I'm wet, an-and that's it," you stammered. Alexia was exceptionally good at dirty talk; you, clearly, were not.
Alexia raised her eyebrows.
"That can't be all, Tori," she murmured, her fingers nudging yours over your clit. "Get a little creative, sí? I know how smart you are."
"I-I'm swollen all over, a-and it's hot," you confessed, the embarrassment burning you alive.
"Yeah, guapa?" Alexia encouraged you gently. "What else?"
"Mhm… I'm so, so sensitive."
"Okay bebé," Alexia whispered, kissing your lips tenderly. "You talk to me so pretty. I like you like this."
A soft groan escaped your throat. Alexia stayed close, her lips brushing your jawline as her voice dropped into something raw that got your head spinning. "Do you want to put a finger inside?" Alexia asked
You shook your head quickly.
"Are you sure?"
You nodded. "Don't want to. This feels good enough."
"Okay, let's just focus on your clit, Tori," she said, and there wasn't even a hint of disappointment in her voice. She brushed her lips down the side of your neck, and you tried to focus on the feeling, on the warmth of her body.
The pleasure continued to build, but it wasn't enough to overcome the sudden spike of panic in your chest.
You had never come in front of anyone before. Your brain, your worst enemy, was spiralling again. What if you made a weird face? What if you looked ridiculous? What if you ruined everything? Your brows furrowed, your body tensing up – the bad and rigid kind of tense.
Alexia noticed it, of course. The filthy teasing evaporated in a second. She leaned down and kissed your forehead; her hand stopped.
"Hey," she whispered. "Look at me."
You did, although your eyes were beginning to sting.
"You're thinking too hard," Alexia murmured, her hand continuing to move over yours, creating a perfect friction over your clit, making your own fingers move faster. "I can see it, torito. Relax for me, amor. It's okay."
Amor. Amor. Amor.
You wanted to be her lover. You wanted her to love. You wanted to love her. Fuck. Maybe you already did?
"I-I think I want to come," you admitted in a tiny whisper, completely humiliated by how desperate you sounded. "Can I? Please?"
Alexia's face melted, her eyes filled with fondness. "That's good," she whispered, her tone so impossibly sweet it made your heart ache. "Of course you can. I would be very, very happy if you did."
Fuck. Hearing that shattered the last of your logical defences. Every single fibre in your muscles, every hormone in your body scrambled to give her exactly what she wanted… to please her, to make her happy.
"Can you please come for me, amor?" Alexia asked softly, her hand guiding yours one last time.
"Alexia–"
"I'm here," she said gently. "You can let go now, tori."
You broke. Literally. The pleasure washed over you so instantly you didn't have time to mull over it, to decide if you would allow Alexia to see you like this or not. The release was as intense as it was scary, but God, it felt good. You felt your muscles go taut before they all relaxed under Alexia's hand.
"Yes… Just like that. Joder," Alexia whispered with satisfaction as if reciting a prayer. "You look so good. Fuck, I could cum from just watching you."
"Buena niña."
"Hermosa, muy buena for me."
Alexia's words only prolonged your orgasm. She soothed all of your tremors by brushing soft kisses along the curve of your neck and jawline. It was as if she were trying to kiss every single one of your pulse points: the temporal, the apical, the carotid, the brachial, the radial, the popliteal… every single one of them.
But the second the last wave of pleasure subsided, fear instantly reclaimed your nervous system, and before Alexia could even process the shift, you yanked your hand out from under hers, took the hotel blanket, and dragged it straight over your head in a weak attempt to hide.
Under the fake safety of the blankets, you allowed yourself to breathe. It had been so fucking incredible, astoundingly good. But oh God, you were mortified.
Alexia, ever the most patient person in the room, didn't force the blanket off, thankfully. Instead, she simply rested her hand over your waist through the sheets.
"Tori, put this down, will you, bebé?" You could hear the whine in her voice, picturing the pout forming on her lips. "It's so rude to deny me a view of you after that."
"No," you responded pitifully from beneath the blanket. "I-I'm embarrassed."
"Embarrassed about what?" she asked,
"Just… everything."
"Tori, you've seen me come how many times, mhm? A hundred? Maybe more? Now we are a little bit even, don't you think?"
"No," you insisted.
"Okay… " Alexia sighed. "Why don't you want to come out?"
You rolled your eyes into the darkness of the cotton. Wasn't it obvious? "Because I just came," grumbled. "And I'm embarrassed. I've never… nobody had ever seen me like that before."
"Guapa… that was the whole point," she pointed out. "Wasn't it? For you to come?"
You groaned, trying (and failing) to counter her logic. "Well yeah, but initially, I wanted to make you cum."
Feeling defeated, you rolled over onto your stomach, burying your face in the cream pillow.
Alexia took advantage of that, hooking her fingers into the blanket and sliding it down just enough to expose your sweaty, flushed nape. She leaned down and kissed the spot below your ear.
"I miss your face so much…" she murmured. " Let me look at you, tori. It's my favourite view in this whole entire world."
The only response she got was a groan.
"Answer me one thing", Alexia coaxed, her hand trailing a lazy line down your back, her lips never once leaving your neck. "When you make me come, how do you feel?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Answer the question, tori,"
"I feel good," you mumbled against the pillow. "I like making you, well, cum, You sound and look very pretty. I like it. A lot."
"Exactly," Alexia whispered into your ear, her breath warm. "That is exactly how I feel right now. I made you come, bebé. Do you really think I'm going to let you hide that from me?"
You groaned again but finally turned around.
Alexia didn't make a fuss, but the breathless "gracias" that slipped past her lips as she looked down at you was almost sacred.
You locked eyes with her, and the look on her face was one of pure, unadulterated bliss mixed with a smug pride. It hit you like a bullet to the chest. How could you be the reason she looked like that? How could you be the reason that Alexia was this happy, this captivated? You had never, in your entire life, thought yourself capable of causing that kind of reaction in anyone.
She was so painfully beautiful, too. The straight line of her nose, the warmth of her eyes, the flash of her pearly white teeth as she smiled down at you.
You were in so deep, and you had no idea how to swim in this ocean of feelings. There was no lifeboat coming to save you now, was there?
How could you like her this much? How could you have let your guard down so easily? Okay… maybe it hadn't been that easy, but you certainly hadn't fought it as hard as you usually did. You simply let go with Alexia. And it felt so nice. So good. So impossibly pleasurable.
Alexia shifted, laying down and pressing her warm cheek flat over your shirt, right above your breast. Silence washed over the room until she mumbled against the fabric.
"You're rigid like a statue. Relax, tori. You are supposed to relax now."
"I am relaxed," you said, voice stiff and considerably less convincing than you would have liked.
Alexia, apparently in one of her not-so-rare clingy moods, reached up, took your hand and placed it directly on top of her head. "Scratch my head while you pretend to be relaxed," she said.
And, of course, you did because you would do practically anything she asked of you right now. Was it really that easy for Alexia to tell you to do something and for you to just obey? It was so fucking pathetic of you.
God, you loved it.
After you spent a good fifteen minutes of absentmindedly running your fingers through her hair while you still tried to process everything that had just happened, Alexia moved her head and rested her chin on your chest.
"Do you want, by some miracle, to talk about what just happened?"
"No," you said, without an ounce of hesitation.
Alexia pouted at you and it felt like daggers were being purposely dug back and forth into your back.
You rolled your eyes. "Ugh, fine. What do you want to talk about?"
A dangerous smirk spread across her features. "Bien… first of all… I didn't know that my torito liked to obey so much."
"I do not," you snapped back defensively.
"It certainly didn't seem like that," Alexia teased, her voice dropping into a conspiratory whisper. "I could hear how wet you were."
Your face flushed a furious blush, blazing red all over. "Alexia. Stop it."
"I'm just surprised, that's all," Alexia continued, completely unbothered. "I just didn't realise you had that much bottom mentality in you, you know?"
That did it.
You immediately propped yourself up to your elbow, your pride utterly offended. Alexia let out a disappointed whine as she was forced to rearrange herself, no longer able to rest her full weight on top of your chest.
"Excuse me?! Bottom mentality?" you sputtered, glaring down at her. "I'm not a pillow princess if that's what you are implying."
Alexia's smirk only broadened. "Yet."
You deliberately rested your hand on the back of her neck, pulling her closer as you switched positions, sending you both stumbling down the mattress. While hovering over her, you brought your face agonizingly close to hers, speaking very slow against her lips.
"Don't forget who fucked you this morning," you murmured against her lips, taking control back. "Who had you in a whimpering mess."
Alexia pouted, her breath hitched, though she refused to yield completely. She rested her palm on your waist, brushing her thumb over it.
"I'm not a bottom," you stated, driving the point home.
The smirk on Alexia's face returned, three times more infuriating than before. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Tori."
She then leaned in to pack your lips softly, pulling back to look at you with the most angelic, innocent face known to humankind. "You look so pretty right now."
Alexia was messing with you. First, she acted like a brat, and now she was looking at you all soft, showering you with sweet compliments.
"Ugh," you sighed, letting your forehead rest against her, speaking the words right into her mouth. "You're driving me insane."
"Tell me I'm pretty, too," she demanded. "Be nice."
"You're pretty," you said, reaching your hand to the back of her neck before trailing it lazily down her bare arm. "You're as pretty as you are annoying."
"So that means I'm very annoying?" she asked.
"That means you are very pretty," you murmured.
Before Alexia could offer another retort, a loud noise came from your stomach. The Catalan's head snapped up, that insufferable smirk making itself known again. "Hungry much?"
"No," you said embarrassingly quickly.
"Right," she said, chuckling as she pushed herself up onto her elbow. "Well, I am. So, what do you think about getting some food?"
You blinked up at her stupidly. "Like… outside of the hotel?"
Alexia tilted her head. "Obviously outside. Don't you remember what Vicky said about the hotel restaurant closing early tonight?"
"So… just you and me?" you asked.
Alexia let out a sigh, and you couldn't help but notice her eyes twinkling with bratty amusement. "Sí, unless you want fifteen more players to join us, Tori?"
You rolled your eyes.
"Come on, hop hop," Alexia coaxed, patting your thigh as she left the bed. "Go get some fresh clothes. We're going out."
"Where?" you asked, sitting up slowly as you pulled the blanket around your waist.
"I know a really good place near here," Alexia said. "It's very casual, stays open late… quiet and private too."
"Alright," you said, more to yourself.
You finally dragged yourself out of the bed. As your feet hit the cold floor, you noticed how your thighs were still slick and tacky, your fingers slightly wet from your wetness. There was no way in hell you were putting on clean clothes like this. You needed a shower, or at least a quick, five-minute rinse to wash what happened in that bed off your skin.
You walked over to your bag, pulled out a fresh pair of underwear and a clean change of clothes, and headed towards the bathroom. You reached for the door handle, ready to turn on the hot water, only to hear Alexia call your name.
"Ay, tori?"
You paused, glancing over her. "Yes?"
"This is a date, by the way. In case it wasn't clear."
You stared at her for a long second, feeling warmth creep up the back of your neck.
"Thank you for making it clear," you replied dryly.
Alexia beamed. "You're welcome, bebé."
A/n: As someone who loves ✨directions✨, I really liked writing the smut scene, but I am sorry if it is a bit weird or not sexy at all, I promise I'll make up for it! <3 I had such a writers block with this oneeeee. This chapter was done a week ago, but I didn't like it <3
"And I think… I think I need people to be patient with me when it comes to... sex and just relationships in general.” — that should be the bare minimum ☹️
"Would you also like to know that you're my second?" — alexia’s reaction to this is very appropriate. Something tells me she would have liked to know that lmao
Jealous alexia RISE
"I'm in a state of jubilation, yes." — so dry, so sassy. Love this hahah
“Behave” — now we’re getting somewhere with Tori’s kinks 😈
“God, she was so fucking strong; you almost always forget it, mainly because she allowed you to handle her like a rag doll half the time. — whew that’s some imagery there.
But this is so good, a complete role reversal and shit, I’m into it. Tori is genuinely losing her marbles and it’s so nice to see her out of control for once since she’s always in control. Oh you spoil us Lia ❤️
“Alexia's mouth twitched. "Oh..." she murmured, noticing your reaction. "We're going to have fun with this, aren't we?" — she’s out for blood lmao
"W-what?" you stammered, your eyes widening in disbelief. "I've never done that before." — it wasn’t meant to be but the timing of this is hilarious and alexia’s reaction is peak comedy hahaha
"Qué tan mojada estás, bebé?" Alexia whispered. — DAMN! I’m no better than a man, this is crazy hot.
The way alexia talked her through it, her patience (mostly) and using tori’s obedience kink against her when she didn’t do what alexia wanted her to was a stroke of genius. The smut was absolutely sensational and Tori came!!! She came for alexia! I’m so proud I could hug her!
“took the hotel blanket, and dragged it straight over your head in a weak attempt to hide.” — nothing bad can ever happen under the blankets. I totally get her safe space lmao.
"I just didn't realise you had that much bottom mentality in you, you know?" — oh my god 😂
"This is a date, by the way. In case it wasn't clear." — she’s a little shit isn’t she? Hahah
Yet again, this delivers so hard! I’m so wonderstruck at how phenomenal your writing is and that you can just crank out epic stories for us like this. I’m so grateful and I appreciate you and all that you do for us 🥺❤️
Sometimes “locking in” looks like sitting in the sun and remembering that your life is also meant to be lived, not just optimized, monetized, and turned into proof that you’re worthy.
feeling guilty over not working on your fic is so silly if you think about like why are you stressing over the hobby you do in your free time for fun lol wip not whip
