Sore Loser - Alexia Putellas
☆ Summary: Alexia loses at Uno and gets oh, so deeply upset when you call her a sore loser. Thankfully, you know how to deal with her princess behaviour.
☆ Word count: 10k
☆ Warnings: SMUT (+18) • fingering and oral (both giving and receiving) • Very slightly brat!Alexia and very slight dom!reader • Lots of teasing • aftercare, showering together etccc
☆ A/n: I realised at the end that Alexia took about three showers during this whole fic, not my fault, I'm Brazilian, and we love our showers very much. Also, 10k fic and a scientific article published all in one week? yeah :p hope you guys like this one!
Some might argue that playing a competitive game with remarkably competitive people isn't the wisest choice, but for you and Jana, it was the ultimate form of entertainment. This was especially true on an evening like this, as the world outside was being swallowed by a heavy sky of neverending rain, thunderstorm and dark clouds.
You could count on one hand what was there to do during camp when training was over, gym sessions were done for the day, and sunshine was out of the question. To end the boredom, you had gone up to the room you shared with Alexia and grabbed the uno cards you always had in your camp bag. You brought them down to the game room and set them on the round, light wooden table.
And just like that, a war began between you, Alexia, Jana and Patri.
"UNO!" Jana yelled as she slammed her penultimate card onto the table. A +4, mind you — directed straight at Alexia, who was already holding approximately thirty-two cards in her hands.
Safe to say, the captain was not a natural at uno.
You leaned to the side, watching the Catalan stare down at the colourful card as if Jana had just invoked a curse upon the putellas bloodline. You and Jana exchanged a brief look, both of you trying very hard not to laugh (and failing miserably).
Across the table, Patri – holding about half the number of cards Aleixa was saddled with – looked equally as furious. It was now extremely obvious that either you or Jana would take the win, a sad realisation that was about to result in Patri and Alexia's collapse.
Collapse, yes. Because apparently, a casual, friendly and harmless round of uno was treated as the worst form of personal affront by those two, especially Alexia.
"Come on! Jana, this ain't possible," Patri complained, leaning forward to examine the discard pile as if hoping the number would magically change. "You definitely cheated, tía! That's the fourth plus four you've dropped during the whole game! How many did you draw?"
"I didn't cheat," Jana said cheekily, biting back a smile. "You and Ale just... lost. Stop being sore about it."
Alexia's jaw clenched. Actually, she had been grinding it for the last three rounds, ever since Jana had forced her to draw sixteen cards in total. You could see her pterygoid muscles tense up under the skin of her neck; it would (undoubtedly) give her a tension headache later on, and you could practically hear her whining about it.
"I really don't understand how either of you can't seem to formulate a reasonable strategy," you teased, leaning back into your red, plastic seat. You guys are midfielders. Isn't that what you all do? Isn't that your job? Think ahead of your opponents? Analyse the other team's game and weak spots?"
Alexia glared at you, her fingers gripping the million cards in her hands so tightly the cardboard began to bend.
"Hey… stop it," you murmured, reaching across to gently pat the back of her hand, trying to coax her into loosening her grip. She didn't budge.
Stubborn woman.
"Maybe defenders just have some form of innate privilege during card games," Patri said, more to herself, genuinely trying to find a correlation between the art of stopping crosses and matching numbers and colours.
You smiled at Patri's analytical face, but your attention didn't stay on the Mallorcan for long. Your eyes naturally fell back to your girlfriend. They always did that; it was muscle memory at this point, an instinct to seek her face in every room.
Right now, it was written across her face as clearly as if it were flashing in neon lights: the competitor in her did not know how to handle losing at a card game. Or at any game, really.
Alexia hated losing, and right now, she was very frustrated
"Let's play again, vale?" Patri said, already snatching your remaining cards to shuffle them into her own pile. "Let's do a best of three-"
"That was our third round," Jana pointed out, her voice absolutely dripping with fake innocence. "That was the best of three."
Patri narrowed her eyes, unfazed. "Best of four, then, whatever. Don't be difficult."
"No. Let's definitely not play again," you interrupted, laughing. "Just accept the defeat, Patrícia. That's what normal people do."
"You lost too!" Alexia chimed in defensively, her voice super indignant. "Jana won, not you. Her victory is not your victory! This is an in-di-vi-du-al game!" She enunciated every single syllable to make her point across, but she only resembled a grumpy toddler.
You rolled your eyes. "Yes, but you don't see me pouting about it, do you? I'm grown up enough to play simply for the fun of it."
"I'm not pouting!" Alexia responded as if that was the only thing that mattered in your entire sentence.
"You are, though, just a little–" Jana's teasing was cut short by the sound of plastic chair legs dragging across the wooden floor.
Alexia stood up abruptly, a storm on her face.
"I'm going to take a shower," she announced flatly, tossing her remaining cards onto the table. "I don't want to play anymore."
"Oh, Ale! Come on," Jana said, grinning. She was clearly enjoying this, watching two of the most competitive players in women's football (and her own captains) lose their minds over a kids' game. "Don't be like that! We can reset, alright? I promise I'll go easy on you this time."
"Stop mocking me," Alexia grumbled. She turned on her heel and walked toward the glass door that separated the game room from the lounge, where the stairs led up to the bedrooms.
She wasn't necessarily angry-walking, but she was definitely pouty-walking, foot stomping and everything. You rolled your eyes. This was becoming premeditated behaviour at this point. Alexia did this every single time she lost. Board games, card games, and video games, it didn't really matter. The moment she realised she couldn't win, she always found a reason to leave, and of course, ensured her exit to be as dramatic as possible.
"Alexia, don't be such a sore loser!" you called after her, twisting around in your chair. "It's just a game!"
…
That did it.
She stopped in her tracks and turned back around slowly. Just like a dramatic scene straight out of a novela. Alexia moved at 0.75 speed. When she finally spoke, the coldness in her voice could have turned all the rain outside into snow.
"I'm not a loser," she said, looking right into your eyes, her hands curled into fists at her sides. After delivering her cinematic final line, she turned again, and this time she left for good. The last thing you saw was her Nike shoes as she rounded the corner of the corridor.
The silence left was, as anyone could imagine, uncomfortable. The only sounds left were the droplets of rain against the window and Patri letting out a forced cough, a clear (and desperate) attempt to end the tension in the room.
"Bueno…" Jana said slowly, looking at the door, "I think she's a bit upset."
Patri turned to you, her expression softening into concern."Tia, I think you actually hurt her feelings this time."
"Oh come on!" You protested, throwing your arms up in the air. "It was a joke! A broma! She did lose."
Patri reached for the scattered cards again, stacking them in a pile. "Yeah, but you know how she is. She gets annoyed when she loses."
You knew Patri was right. Alexia did get incredibly annoyed, but something in your gut told you that a simple apology later wouldn't fix this. The best thing to do was to follow her right now.
You found her in your shared room, lying face down on the bed. She was still wearing the same clothes, still committed to the bit of anger and sulking.
No shower then, huh?
"...Ale?" you said softly, stepping inside. You closed the door behind you, and your fingers reached for the lock, twisting it until you heard the click.
She didn't respond…. she didn't respond at all, which was exactly what you had anticipated.
You walked over to the edge of the bed, looking down at her and her spectacular display of stubbornness. "Come on, amor. I was just teasing you."
Crickets. Zero response.
She just… lay there, her face buried in the white pillow, fully devoted to giving you the silent treatment. The silent treatment was another classic Alexia behaviour, usually reserved for when she felt truly and deeply slighted by you.
You rolled your eyes fondly. You couldn't help it; even when she was acting entirely miserable, she looked cute. Pouty, grumpy and petulant. What a devastatingly good mix.
She shifted slightly on the mattress, and the movement offered you a spectacular view of her backside and… Okay, wow. Alexia's ass and thighs looked absolutely perfect in those red training shorts. Even while sulking and ignoring your entire existence, the woman managed to be breathtakingly hot.
You crawled onto the mattress and leaned down to press a soft kiss against the only part of her cheek that was peaking between the pillow. "I shouldn't have said that," you whispered close to her ear. "Vale? Perdon?"
Apparently, that unlocked something inside the Catalan. Suddenly, she was sitting up, her honey eyes flashing at you like an angry snake.
"Of course you shouldn't have!" she snapped. "I'm a Champions League winner! I have won every single domestic cup there is! I have won the World Cup, Déu meu! I'm not a loser, and I'm absolutely not a sore one!"
"I know, guapa," you interrupted smoothly, biting the inside of your cheek. "But you still lost at uno, and that's okaaaay! You can't let a card game ruin your night."
She stared at you, genuinely offended by your words. Then, before you could even blink, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on top of her.
You land half on top of her body. For a delicious moment, you thought she was maybe she was actually going to… engage with you properly, kiss you. But instead, she just pouted. Like, full-on pouted, her bottom lip stuck out completely, a display to make it clear how aggrieved she was.
"You are so annoying right now," she said straightforwardly, her warm breath brushing against your lips, causing you to part them slightly, instinctively trying to breathe her in. "Did you come up here to annoy me even more?"
You giggled, which was apparently the wrong move. Her expression got even more wounded.
"What? Do you get off by making me mad or something?" She groaned, tossing her head back against the pillow.
You smiled down at her, still hovering over her chest. "A bit, yeah. I'm not gonna lie… you get all grumpy and pouty, and-"
"I don't want to talk to you," she cut you off, pushing hard at your shoulders and rolling out from under you. "I was expecting some sort of apology."
"I did apologise!"
"You didn't mean it, though!" She claimed petulantly as she swung her legs over the side and got off the bed.
"Okay, okay, Ale," you said, sitting up on the mattress, still amused by the theatricality of it all. "I'm sooo sorry, yeah? From the bottom of my heart, from the depths of my soul–"
Alexia didn't even bother turning around to look at you.
Instead, she walked straight toward the attached bathroom. At first, you thought she was just going to take a shower to cool off, but then… the distinct click of the lock echoed through the bedroom.
You froze in your spot.
Alexia never locked the bathroom door. Ever. She was one of those people who loved company while showering; she loved when you washed her hair, or when you simply sat on the counter or the closed toilet lid to chat with her while she washed. You'd always thought it was because she grew up in a house full of women, accustomed to sharing space.
Locking the door was basically a statement. It was her way of saying she was genuinely upset (as if the previous fifteen minutes hadn't been glaringly obvious).
"Ale?" you called out, padding over to the door and knocking against the wood.
There was no response. You groaned, resting your forehead against the frame. "Alexia, come on. Open the door. Now."
Since you heard nothing, you reached down and tried the handle anyway, even though you already knew it would refuse to budge. You rattled it a little in frustration. She had actually locked you out.
"Ale! Don't be like this," you said, leaning your shoulder against the door. "I was joking! You know I was joking! Now you are just being childish."
A second later, you heard the sound of water running. She had turned on the shower. Your conscience told you she had probably done it for the sole purpose of drowning out the sound of your voice.
You rolled your eyes. Impossible women..
"Alexia!"
The sound of the water intensified, as if she had set it on the maximum pressure. She was definitely doing that on purpose.
You waited outside the bathroom door like a dog for a few minutes, alternating between cajoling her with sweet talk through the door and threatening her with a (retaliatory) silent treatment of your own. But Alexia was as stubborn as a bull and far too proud to surrender. Eventually, you gave up the fight and decided to wait it out, tossing yourself back onto the bed.
When Alexia finally emerged from the bathroom about twenty minutes later, she was still mad. A thick cloud of warm condensation followed her into the room behind her. Her fingers were pruny, and her hair was dripping onto the fabric of a hoodie, one you hadn't even realised she had sneaked into the bathroom with her.
You blinked, trying to look closer… It was your hoodie.
A smile tugged at your lips. The fact that she was wearing your clothes was a fantastic sign that she (secretly) wanted to make amends, right? Either that, or she had simply assumed it was hers, given that the national team's standard training gear didn't have any individual identification on it. Either way, she looked incredibly pretty and adorable, all swallowed up by the clothing.
Naturally, she was making a point of looking anywhere but at you.
"Ale," you tried again, softening your voice to butter her up. "Guapa, talk to me, por favor?"
Ignoring you entirely, she climbed into the double bed and immediately crawled to the opposite side, turning her back to you.
After ten whole minutes of silence, you couldn't take it anymore.
"You're being ridiculous."
"I am not talking to you," she muttered into her pillow, her voice muffled. "And I won't until tomorrow morning, at least."
"Are you really giving me the silent treatment because I called you a sore loser at uno?
"Yes. And for giving me empty apologies."
"Empty apol–? Good God!" You scoffed, rolling onto your side to face her rigid back. "You lost, and you stormed out like it was the end of the world! That's the only reason I called you a sore loser. I obviously know you aren't an actual loser."
She huffed.
Yep. That was it. The only response you got. To drive the point home, she pulled the blanket higher over her shoulder, completely shutting you out of her cocoon.
Despite everything, despite her being upset, despite the locked door, despite the stubborn silence, you found yourself grinning. Alexia sulking was quite literally the most endearing thing you had ever witnessed.
Very slowly, you slid across the mattress and stopped short of pressing your chest against her back, making sure not to fully touch her yet. You wanted to respect her boundaries while she cooled off, but you still wanted to be close enough to smell her honey shampoo and body wash.
"I really am sorry," you said quietly, your teasing tone melting. "I shouldn't have called you that. Even as a joke."
She didn't answer right away, but you watched as the tight lines of her shoulders finally dropped. Her body relaxed, just a bit.
"You are right, bebe," you coaxed, sliding closer. "You have won everything. You are the absolute best." You paused, letting the compliment sit… but, because you couldn't help yourself, you added. "Well, except at uno apparently. But that's totally okay. I don't love you any less for it."
You heard her try to muffle a giggle into her pillow.
"Guapa," you whispered, reaching out to nudge her shoulder. "Let's talk? Please? I don't like it when you are quiet."
She was quiet for so long, you thought she was actually going to commit to the silent treatment until morning, but then she finally spoke.
"Okay… so I might have overreacted a little bit," she admitted quietly.
"Yes, you did."
(Finally) she turned around to face you.
"Jana was lucky," she said, her hazel eyes were wide and intense as she looked at you, practically begging for validation.
"Yes, unbelievably lucky," you agreed, nodding instantly. At this point, you would say anything just to keep hearing her voice. "But she's also very talented at card games."
Alexia pouted again. You leaned in close, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Forgive me?" you asked, humming against her skin.
She took her time answering, considering it as if she were deciding whether you had suffered enough for your crime.
"Yes," she said slowly, but then she paused, her eyes now had a bit of a spark to them. " But you have to make it up to me."
"Okay, baby," you smiled, placing your hand on the mattress right beside her head. "You tell me exactly what to do, and I'll do it."
"We are never playing cards again," she declared.
"Never," you agreed solemnly, without hesitation.
"And you have to tell the others that Jana only won because she cheated. "
A quiet laugh escaped your lips. "She didn't, though! She's just that good at it… accept the reality, amor."
"Then we are no longer friends," she said, completely serious.
"Oh, we're not friends anymore?" You smirked. "How exactly are we supposed to be dating if we aren't even friends, huh?"
She shrugged, bottom lip still out, unbothered by her contradiction. "We won't have to find out if you just do what I'm asking you to do."
You let out a tsk with your tongue. "Now, now, Putellas. You want me to lie for you? Start a rumour over a silly card game?"
"Yes, please," she said with a single nod of her head, looking satisfied with the logic of her own argument.
"Is there something more that you want, Ale?" you ask, your voice turning velvet.
You knew she understood the sudden change in your cadence; she knew exactly what that low tone implied. She looked up at you, her pupils visibly dilating in the dim light of the room.
"I want..." she started, but then she trailed off, her eyes dropping to your lips. The hesitation made you lean even closer, hovering just centimetres away from her face.
"Yeah? Tell me."
"I want you," she breathed.
"I'm right here, guapa," you murmured. You wanted to see her squirm just a little bit more.
A pretty flush crept up her whole face, and she let out a frustrated huff through her nose. She got flustered so quickly, it was as hot as it was endearing.
"Y-you know what I mean," she stammered, glaring at you half-heartedly. "Don't be condescending now."
You had to bite back your smile because she was being so clearly needy, so openly desperate for your touch and attention, and yet, she was doing it while maintaining this pouty, wounded expression as if she hadn't just completely given herself away.
"I just want to be sure," you whispered. You leaned down and kissed her left cheek."...that I give you exactly what you want." You shifted, now pressing a slow kiss to her other cheek before stopping on top of her lips. "So I can be completely certain that I'll be forgiven."
Her hands lowered to your hips, her long and delicate fingers gripping at your flesh as best they could over the fabric of your adidas shorts. Her lips were pink and pouty, her forehead deeply creased, with the tiny droplets of water from the shower still clinging to her skin. Her cheeks were so, so flushed you could practically see her capillaries dilating in real time.
She was thoroughly embarrassed. You grinned like a mean wolf. You got yourself a good little sheep.
"Te quiero aquí," she breathed, pressing her pelvis to yours as she clawed onto your hips again. It seemed she was incredibly handsy tonight. [I want you here]
"Here, where, amor?" You asked, teasing her for pure self-enjoyment. "Be good for me. Tell me what you want."
Her eyes flickered away from yours immediately.
"You could ask for anything," you continued, attenuating the teasing slightly, just enough to coax the truth out of her. "You could have my fingers, my mouth… or do you want to be strapped, bebé? Oh, what about scissoring? Want to feel me against you?"
Alexia groaned and looked toward the wall beside you, just so she wouldn't have to meet your eyes. She muttered something under her breath, but it was too quiet; you only caught the very end of it.
"...please?"
"Please, what?"
She snapped back at you, and you kissed her grumpy face. "I'm not teasing, I promise. But you keep mumbling so much when you are like this, I genuinely couldn't understand you."
You two held a staring competition.
You won.
You tilted your head, waiting patiently while running a single finger up and down her inner arm, feeling her hair stand on end.
"...eat me out? Por favor?"
You smiled victoriously. "Of course I will!" you replied, your voice honey-sweet, almost as sweet as the taste you were already craving. "See? That wasn't so hard."
Alexia looked up at you, a mix of shyness and sweetness on her smile. You had to physically hold yourself back from calling her cute; you didn't want to ruin the dominant moment you had carefully set.
She shifted beneath you, spreading her legs and making space so you could slot yourself between her things. You heard how her breath turned heavier, her nostrils flaring up a bit as she drew in more air through her parted lips. All while her eyebrows remained knit despite how much you wanted her to just relax.
You settled between the space she offered, but before you did anything else, you pressed a kiss to her forehead again. "You are being so needy right now." You didn't say it as a question, nor exactly as a statement, but as a condescending comment.
You were a little too smug, a little too pleased with yourself. And you watched as the words made their way to her brain, settling deep into her white matter as she processed and made sense of them. Alexia hated being teased like this. She hated being the one who was flustered, hated feeling like she lost control when, deep down, she wanted nothing more than to completely surrender it to you.
"S-stop it," she mumbled, her protest so weak you almost had to lean down to hear her. "I'm not–"
"Yes, you are," you interrupted, pressing kisses along her jawbone. "You're sulking and pouting, locking doors, giving me the silent treatment... all just so I'll come up here after you and spoil you rotten."
She made the smallest sound of defeat, and you knew you had her exactly where you wanted her. You smiled wolfishly again.
"That is very needy, Alexia, very princess-like behaviour from you. Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You do this from time to time, right bebé?" You tilted your head. "My beautiful little drama queen."
"But that's alright," you continue, pulling back just slightly to look at her whole face. "I like it when you're like this. All vulnerable and desperate and mine."
Her cheeks were deep red now, her breathing already uneven, and you haven't even truly started yet.
"Let me take care of you, yeah?" you coaxed. "Let me take the grumpiness right out of you"
She gave you a helpless nod, completely unable to form words, and that was all the permission you needed.
You could feel the heat of her skin over the fabric of your own clothes. Her chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths. You pouted teasingly as you noticed the tiny damp spot darkening her shorts, a promise of how wet she already was for you, all from your dirty talk, all from being teased on.
Deep down, she liked it.
You slid lower down her body, stopping to press a kiss to her inner thigh. "Let me cheer my girl up," you murmur, voice low and dripping with mock sympathy. "Since she was so deeply upset about losing a silly game."
You slid your thumb under the waistline of her shorts. "Hips up, baby," you instructed, tugging for emphasis.
Alexia lifted her hips without a second thought, allowing you to slide both her shorts and underwear down in one go, baring her to the room and to your eyes. The last thing to leave her body was that goddamn hoodie.
You swallowed and licked your lips as you watched her, now completely naked. Her cunt looked absolutely delicious, messy and damp. Her clit was glistening with her own desire, begging to be taken into your mouth.
Slowly, you brushed your thumb over her swollen clit, then you slid lower, tracing over her slit and pressing down toward her ass. "Spread your legs wider for me, Alexia."
She obeyed, very compliant. With her thighs parted wider, you had a perfect view of her. You hummed, satisfied. Of course, she was acting all bratty during uno; the poor thing must have been turned on since you guys were downstairs, judging by how soaked she already was.
"You're such a mess, baby," you murmured, playing with her clit gently, circling it and watching her cunt contract around nothing.
"Ugh," Alexia groaned, throwing her hands over her face to herself, "Stop it."
"No," you said simply.
You leaned your head down and kissed the soft flesh of her stomach before making your way down towards her cunt again. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Alexia peek through the gaps between her fingers. She was watching you with that same shyness from before, but now the pride was entirely gone; it was overtaken by need.
You left a wet trail with your tongue as you made your descent. Your hand settled firmly on her hipbone, holding her from moving away from your mouth. Your tongue flicked out the moment you reached her mount, and you traced a slow line from the pink tip of her clit down to her hole, feeling the salty slickness coat your tongue and your chin. You wanted to be as messy as she was; you wanted to be covered in her.
"My poor baby," you said as you licked her labia before slowing your rhythm, sliding your tongue gently into her hole, tasting her as you pushed in and out. "So wet, so desperate. You know you could have just told me you wanted my face in your pussy earlier, right? There was no need to go all bratty on me downstairs."
You weren't sure if Alexia could fully understand you; your words came out incomprehensible from being stuck at her pussy.
She gasped, a whimper escaping her pink lips just as she arched her back off the mattress. "I-I don't like when you tease me like this, "she pouted, pressing her fingers even harder into her face to hide.
You chuckled. "Tu cono dime otra cosa, no?" You teased, pulling back just enough to look up at her and shake your head playfully. "Tsk, Tsk, Ale, stop lying to me" [Your cunt tells me something different, no?]
Reaching up, you caught her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face, forcing her beautiful eyes to look straight at you. You leaned up just enough to steal a quick peck from her lips before your fingers resumed their attention to her clit.
"Why are you so wet, bebé? ¿Estabas pensando en mí mientras te duchabas? Estabas tocando a tu coño?" Your voice was a purr, each word made for her to jerk her hips involuntarily. "¿O estabas demasiado ocupada, enfadada por haber perdido?" [Were you thinking about me while you took a shower? Were you touching your pussy?/ Or were you too busy being angry for losing?]
Alexia groaned, her fingers digging into the white sheets as she tried to hold back from moving too much. Her eyes were rolling from the pleasure of your fingers.
"Joder… fuck," she gasped. "I-I was just taking a-a shower, I wasn't doing anything."
You chuckled. Her argument was entirely too weak, just like her voice. Her body was also betraying her; you felt her pelvic muscles contracting, her clit getting even more swollen.
You couldn't take it anymore. You need to devour Alexia again.
Lowering your mouth fully onto her pussy, you abandoned talking and focused on making her cum with your mouth. Your tongue lapped at her clit in firm strokes before dipping down to slip between her folds, tasting her wetness, savouring the mess she was making just for you. You sucked gently at her clit, pulling her sensitive nub into your mouth, then releasing it with a pop, only to dive back in with vigour and hunger.
Her legs were already trembling, her thighs closing around your ears, and her heels dug hard into your back, forcing you close and locking you in her cunt. She bucked again against your face, a desperate sign for you to keep going.
"Like tha–fuck, sí," she cried out. You could feel her pulse throbbing against your tongue, each flick eliciting a sharper gasp from her, each messier than the other.
You circled her hole gently. "Can I?" You asked, resting your chin on top of her naval so you look up her body and meet her eyes properly.
"Yes, please," she nodded, her eyelids shutting. "T-two, please… okay? Please–"
You slid two fingers inside her in one move, curling them upward to press against her spongy spot, all while your mouth continued its relentless caress on her nub. The dual stimulation was becoming too much; it was already enough to send Alexia over the edge faster than she had anticipated.
Alexia could become rather vocal when she was orgasming. Knowing that, with your mouth still on her clit, you blindly searched for her shorts that had been discarded on the mattress and draped them over her chest before continuing your indivisible attention to her pussy. Alexia, even out of her mind, understood you instantly and bit the fabric of the shorts just as her back arched and a loud and unrestrained moan tore
from her throat.
She shocked slightly, her thighs momentarily constricting your airways as they clawed at the sides of your head.
You helped her ride her waves of pleasure with steady movements from your fingers and tongue, matching her pace until the trembling began to subside, turning into satisfied sighs.
You were lazily self-indulging in her sweetness when you heard her drop the shorts off her mouth. She tapped your cheek, and you lifted your head. Your face was covered in slickness, your skin flushed red from the temporary lack of oxygen, and your lips still glistening with her juices.
You were a mess, but looking up at her, she looked equally undone. She gave you a lazy smile as she let her head completely fall into the pillow. You gave her a final and soft kiss on her pussy before making your way up.
You let your weight fall over her chest. She wrapped one hand around your waist while her other hand reached up, her thumb gently brushing across your lips to wipe away the wetness she had left there.
"Te gusta perder ahora?" you whispered right against her thumb, voice filled with amusement and a hint of condescension. [Do you like losing now?]
She rolled her eyes, but couldn't stop smiling. Her breathing was still heavy, her cheeks a beet red that spread across her neck. Her light brown hair was tangled on the pillowcase, undoubtedly filled with knots since she'd lain down while it was still damp.
Yep, you were definitely going to have to brush it out for her later.
"You are still annoying," she breathed out shyly, which made you grin. "Just so you know."
"And you are entirely too easy to fluster," you countered, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her left cheek, then her right. It was all very soft and tender now that the urgency had passed.
You kiss her cheek again, and this time she turned her head to catch your lips with hers. It was slow and deep, completely unhurried. She tasted your palette as you exchanged saliva. You bit her lips gently, and she mimicked you, but her teeth were more aggressive, making you whine as she pulled at your lower lip. It forced a sound from your throat, but to make it better, she soothed the ache with a wet swipe of her tongue.
When you eventually pulled back, both of you were panting. "You okay?" you asked.
She nodded, but she didn't speak. She simply looked at you with vulnerable, hazel eyes while her breathing gradually evened out. Her hand reached out to your torso, and she tugged your shirt in her fist and pouted. She didn't need to use words for you to understand precisely what she wanted. You'd become fluent in Alexia's body language.
Now straddling her lap, you pulled your shirt and black training bra over your head, throwing them somewhere across the mattress or the floor; you weren't sure where they had landed. Your eyes were fixed on Alexia's, while hers were glued to your chest. She held your hips with one firm hand while the other trailed upward, her warm palm cupping your tit.
"Guapa," she murmured, still not looking at your face, completely bewitched. "So pretty…"
She flickered her thumb across your nipple, causing you to feel a spike of heat to pool in your underwear. You leaned down, pressing your naked chest against hers, liquefying against her body. You pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another to her nose, before trailing back to her cheeks. You took your sweet, sweet time kissing every flushed centimetre of her face while she gripped at your ass with her left hand.
"Take this off, please," she whined against your mouth, her hands clumsily tugging at the elastic of your red shorts.
"Mhm… so polite now."
You quickly undressed, discarding the adidas shorts until you were completely naked on top of her. You were fully prepared to make out with Alexia again, but her half-lidded eyes and soft expression stopped you in your tracks. You looked down at her, tracing the relaxed lines of her face.
"I'm sorry for locking the door," she whispered, her hand sliding down to press softly against the bottom of your back. "That wasn't very nice of me."
"Not it wasn't… but it certainly was effective," you admitted, which made her giggle. The sound was tired, but also incredibly beautiful; you instantly wanted to do whatever it took to hear it again.
You kissed her face once more, merely because you couldn't seem to stop yourself, because she looked so soft right now, and she was your girl, and absolutely no one else in the whole entire world got to see her like this, or taste her.
You were so in deep. When had you become this disgustingly in love?
"Did you know you look so pretty when you cum?" you murmured, nosing at her sensitive (and still flushed) neck. You tenderly nudged her face to the side so you could get more space to kiss down her throat. Her blush deepened almost instantly, colouring her skin in the exact same tone as the national team's uniforms. "You get all needy and hot."
The poor thing covered her face with her hands for the twelfth time that day. "Stop," she pouted, her voice muffled. "You're embarrassing me."
You chuckled, pressing your warm lips against her cold knuckles. "Embarrassing you with the truth?" You gently pulled her hands away from her face. "Why is that embarrassing?"
"Because it just is," She trailed off, searching for words.
Where was her oh, so sharp vocabulary now?
"Not my fault, you get all cute, and flushed and breathless for me, capitana."
She rolled her eyes and tried to shield her face again, but you wouldn't let her hide. You caught her chin gently between your fingers, and you tilted her head up, making her meet your eyes.
She held your gaze like a good, fucking girl.
"Eres guapissima," you say simply. "Even when you're being competitive, when you're sulking like a baby, and especially when you're like this – completely undone, trusting me to take care of you."
"Te estimo," she whispered.
"I love you, too," you replied softly.
Now it was her time to reach up to pull you down for a kiss. When you broke apart, she was smiling brightly. You rolled off her chest, cuddling up into her side, as she wrapped her arms around your waist. You held her close, running your fingers through her (tangled) hair, gently trying to work out the knots.
"Thank you for making it up to me," she said after a while, her voice filled with contentment.
"Anytime, amor," you murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Anytime."
Her hand slid lower again, resting on your bare ass. You tilted your head, pressing a lazy and messy kiss to her jawline, then you trailed it down to the hollow of her throat, feeling her heart beating against her pulse point.
She whimpered a tiny, needy sound, and shifted her hips slightly, as if trying to draw you closer. "Kiss me… please," she whispered against your skin.
You obeyed, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss. Your tongues slid together, tasting each other, sharing the arousal that still lingered on your lips. She groaned into the kiss, her hands migrated to your shoulders, her short nails digging in your skin just enough to send a shiver down your spine.
When you broke the kiss, both of you were breathing hard, your chests rising and falling in sync. Alexia's stubborn pout had melted into a shy grin.
"I… I can take care of you, too, if you want," she offered.
You chuckle. "I just want to focus on you right now, yeah?" You let your fingers trail down her side, feeling the soft curve of her waist before settling on the inside of her thigh, where her skin was still (incredibly) warm and damp.
You adjusted your body, lowering yourself until your forehead rested gently against hers again, your breath mingling with hers. Your hand moved slowly, two fingers sliding back into her slick entrance without teasing. She moaned, eyelids closing. You felt the familiar tightness of her pussy, the way her walls closed around you as you began to pump in a steady and unhurried rhythm. Alexia's hips rose to meet each thrust, her body responding to your movements with complete compliance.
You stayed like that for a few minutes, fucking her while sharing sweet kisses. She always took a little longer to come the second time around, but you knew her body inside and out; you were used to her rhythm.
When your wrist began to burn from the weird angle and repetitive movement, you shifted your position. You tried to lean more of your weight forward, resting your knee against the mattress, and used the rolling tilt of your hips to drive your fingers deeper into her, letting your body do the work so your hand could rest a little, without ruining Alexia's moment.
"I'm sorry," she said, her mouth parting in an o as she felt how deeply you could get in this new position. "You can… ugh, fuck… You can stop if it's hurting your fingers, okay?"
"Shh," you kissed her temper. "Don't worry about it bebé, just relax for me." You captured her mouth, tangling your tongues together to distract her from her own thoughts, forcing her to just feel.
She let out a gasp that quickly turned into a whimper as you pressed the heel of your hand on her clit, rubbing in sideways. She bucked helplessly against your hand, her hands came up to clutch at your shoulder. You wouldn't tell her that, but it hurt like hell because you had spent the whole afternoon doing shoulders and back workout.
"Oh, fuck, baby–" she cried against your lips. "Amor… amor, please."
You watched her face carefully, enamoured by the way her eyebrows knit together in concentration, the way her lips part with each exhale. She was close again, you could feel it, the tension building in her thighs and inner walls, the way her breath was short.
"You are almost there, ale," whispered against her mouth, your voice husky. You increased the pressure on her clit, your fingers curling just a little more to hit that sweet spot inside her.
Just a few seconds later, her body tensed, every muscle tightened, before she shuddered. She moaned loudly, but you quickly shut her up with a kiss. Her cunt gripped your fingers as pleasure overtook her. Her wetness spilt onto your fingers, dampening your hips and hands as she rode the peak of her orgasm.
You kept moving until her body turned soft. Slowly, you slip your fingers out and brough them to your mouth to taste her; your tongue lazily licked her from your skin. She tasted sweet and salty and utterly addictive.
While you enjoyed the taste of her, Alexia completely collapsed against the mattress, her chest heaving with a lazy smile spreading across her face. You took your finger off your mouth and Alexia reached up, tracing a fingertip along your lower lip, then leaned in to press a gentle kiss to your mouth.
You shifted your body, settling down beside her, your bodies pressed side by side, legs tangled. You felt her shivering a little bit, so you pulled the duvet over you both to warm her up. The waiting outside continued, and it was the only sound you could hear besides your shared breaths. You were running tired, and Alexia too, so you just held her, letting her head rest on your shoulder.
"You are very polite right now, huh?" You finally teased because why not? "Saying a lot of thanks, a lot of sorries…"
"Gràcies," she murmured against your lips, her voice soft.
Alexia let out a sleepy chuckle. "I can be very polite when I want to be," she said, turning her head to you with a cheeky expression.
She moved impossibly closer, nuzzling her face into you. Her breath brushed across your collarbone. You felt the subtle shift in the air before she even said anything. That amazing, lazy, post-organs softness was slowly giving way to something darker and needier again.
"Now…" She whispered, her finger drawing a tentative line down the centre of your stomach. Her touch was light at first, but it became bolder as she slid her hand lower, parting your thighs to find your cunt completely slick.
You gasped the moment her fingers made contact with your clit. Her thumb rubbed slow circles over the nub while her lips grazed your ear. "Let me make you feel good, bebé." she whispered.
"Si, please," you nodded desperately, your hips rolling to meet her.
She penetrated you with two fingers, brushing perfectly against your G spot. Her other hand found your breast, squeezing and rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger, getting you even wetter.
As she picked up her rhythm, a wave of self-consciousness hit you… Alexia was hitting everything so fucking perfectly. You were already so sensitive from watching her, from making her come, you felt yourself rushing toward the edge entirely too fast.
"A-ale, wait," you gasped, your hand coming up to catch her wrist to slow her down. Your cheeks were burning with unusual embarrassment. "I-I'm going to… It's too fast, I think I'll finish too quickly."
Alexia paused her thrusts, but she didn't pull out, keeping her fingers nestled deep into your warmth. She lifted her head, her eyes devoid of any judgment. "Do whatever you need to do, bebé," she murmured, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to your lips. "Come as fast as you want. I've got you, sí? I'm here."
With her permission, it was like your defences completely crumbled.
"Amor… feels so good," you moaned as she resumed her work, moving faster this time, her thumb massaging your clit just how you liked it. You could feel the orgasm building low in your belly. She kissed your jaw, then your mouth, swallowing your breathless sound as she drove you closer to the edge.
Her movements become more urgent, her fingers thrusting deeper, her palm grinding against your clit so perfectly you thought you might die. Finally, you shattered all over her.
Your whole body tightened, your thighs fighting to clamp themselves over her hand as it all became too much. You felt yourself flooding her fingers as she continued to move, milking every last tremor. Eventually, with a weak (and exhausted) wrist, you gently pushed at her shoulder, falling to the mattress panting and spent.
She smirked, a look of pride on her face. Alexia was too cocky for her own good. Then, just like a copy-cat, she sucked her two fingers into her mouth, savouring you.
"You taste so good," she said, taking her finger off and drying them on the blanket as if you were simply trying to remember what being a functional human being felt like.
When you failed to offer her a response, Alexia crawled back up on your body, laying her weight on top of you. Sweat-slick skin against slick skin.
Rain. That was all that you heard.
The smell of sex hung in the air, and your mind was already making the mental math about what time would be the best to sneak into the laundry room to leave those damp sheets so no one would see them. You pushed that thought to the side and focused on Alexia. You were tangled together, her body so warm against yours. This was heaven, definitely.
You tilted your head when her breath brushed against your throat, pressing a series of soft kisses up your neck.
"Wanna go again?" she murmured against your skin.
You blinked into the dimly lit room. It felt like your eyelids were made of pure lead. You were so, so exhausted. But then, mama raised no quitter. If your girl wanted to come again, you were going to make it happen, no matter how tired your muscles were.
"Okay," you breathed out, moving your body to make yourself more available to her. "Do you want my mouth? Fingers…?"
Alexia let out one of her characteristic pouts against your neck. "No, bebé," she trailed off, her voice a tiny and sleepy whine. "I want my mouth on you."
Your hand lazily found its way back to her damp hair, "Ale, I don't think I can come again. I'm so tired. I'm empty, sweetheart."
"Please?" she whispered. She lifted her head, just enough to look at you; her light eyes were so wide and soft, stripped of any authority. "Let me try? Or let me just taste you… I like your taste, your smell. I just like being between your thighs, please?"
Your heart melted on the mattress at her words. She was just as tired as you were, yet she was begging just for the comfort of burying herself in you. And honestly, you sympathise a lot with the feeling.
"You are impossible," you said fondly, your finger gently hooked at the back of her neck, guiding her down. "Go on then. Try your best."
She let out a victorious sigh against your skin. She kept kissing her way down your chest, each press of her lips leaving a faint sheen of saliva and a glistening trail behind. She lingered a little longer at the spot just below your breasts, at the dip of your ribs, her tongue dragging across your skin in a lazy motion that made you shiver.
Alexia moved lower now, her lips finding your hipbone. She then flattened her tongue and swept it back and forth over your skin, spreading a thin film of her saliva that made the skin slick and sensitive to the light breeze in the room. You could feel her breath hitching each time she pressed a little harder, as if trying to memorise the scent of you.
Her mouth moved up again, catching the meat of your breast. She took your nipple between her lips, sucking it deeply while her free hand found the opposite breast, squeezing and rolling the flesh in a rhythm that matched the pull of her mouth.
"You feel so good, baby," you breathed, your hand coming up to cup the back of her neck while your other hand rested on her ass.
Alexia was being so messy. There was a thick trail of saliva glistening at the corner of her mouth, dripping down her chin until it smeared on your breasts in a warm pool. You closed your eyes at the sigh, your pussy giving tight and involuntary contractions.
She hummed something around your nipple, but you were more preoccupied with what she was doing to you to care about what she was actually trying to say. The two of you were making a mess of the sheets beneath you; you could only feel the inner skin of your thighs slick, overwarm, as if it had been smeared in honey.
Maybe you were not so empty, after all.
After a (long) moment, she released your nipple. She trailed a wet line of saliva down your sternum before going further down on you again, leaving a path of kisses behind. Her kisses had become more careful and slow as she worked her way down your abdomen, pausing to nibble lightly at your lower stomach. When she reached your cunt, she paused and gazed up for a second, surely just to see the mess she had left across your chest.
Then, she lowered her face, her breath so warm against your folds. She began o lick you languidly, as if enjoying the most delicious meal she had ever been served. Her tongue swept in around your clit, gathering the slickness that coated your inner lips. She then narrows the tip of her tongue, flicking it lightly over the sensitive bud, teasing you enough to make your thighs tremble. As she worked, she let her saliva drip freely, creating a glistening mess that slid down your thighs and pooled faintly on the sheets beneath you.
You watched her with tired eyes, too immersed in the view. Her cheeks hollowed with each suction, her eyes fluttered closed when she found a spot that made you gasp and moan. Her tongue went deeper into your hole, slipping between your lips to explore the velvety warmth inside, curling and stroking slowly, drawing out a low moan from you.
She seemed to really savour the taste of you; her own breathing was growing ragged as she lost herself in the act. Her nose was brushing against your pubic mound with each pass, before she pressed her tongue firmly over your clit while licking it.
Her hands were wandering now, cupping and gently squeezing one of your tits, while the other went down to press lightly against your thigh, urging you to open just a bit more for her, so she could have more space. The combination of her tongue and the pressure of her fingers against your flesh sent a wave up your body.
You could hear the profane and wet sounds of her mouth working on your pussy, the occasional sigh that escaped her lips, as she was truly having the time of her life.
"Mhmm, sí… so good," she mumbled.
The sight of her, utterly focused, her hair falling in damp strands over her forehead, her lips glistening with your own arousal, was intoxicating and inebriating. She looked lovely and messy and utterly absorbed in the task of giving you pleasure. Her own arousal was also evident in the way her hips shifted subtly against the mattress, seeking friction even as she devoted herself to you.
As her tongue pressed deeper into your pussy, she found that sensitive spot again, and the well-known warmth of the orgasm approached. Your breath was all over the place, and you pressed yourself harder against her face, searching for her. Alexia responded, increasing the pressure, her tongue flicking faster. She focused her tongue on your clit again, her lips sucking eagerly as she drew out every last shiver of sensation.
With a final sweep of her tongue across your clit, you finally reached your high, completely dampening her face. Your pussy clenched as she continued to lap at you, drinking in your release, her own moans muffled against your skin as she rode out the aftershocks with you. She had come too, you realised.
She pulled back after a minute. Her face was pink, her lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of her saliva and your cum. She rested her forehead against your thigh, breathing heavily, a satisfied smile on her lips.
"Deliciosa," she whispered, her voice hoarse, probably from dehydration. She moved and pressed a soft kiss to your lower belly, then slid up to claim your mouth, making you taste yourself.
You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close as the two of you lie together, bodies slick with sweat and saliva. You stayed like that for a long time. Just holding each other. For the first time in the day, you were both completely soft and relaxed and spent. Both getting their fill (more than once).
Hopefully, Alexia would lose at uno a lot more often.
You woke up from the deadest sleep imaginable with a persistent nudge against your shoulder. You groaned miserably. You were thoroughly tired, exhausted. This was the price you paid for spending too many hours having sex instead of sleeping like a normal person.
You ignored the nudge, turning to your other side and trying to shut your eyes even more, as if it was possible. But the irritable nudge came agai, and you forced your eyes open. You glared grumpily at the pitch-black room before your eyes drifted blindly towards the digital clock on your nightstand. It was 1:15 am.
"What?" you asked drily. Your mouth felt lined up with dust; it hurt to speak.
You heard a soft chuckle in the dark and, even without seeing her face, you knew Alexia was smiling with that know-it-all attitude. "Water, grumpy," she murmured.
Your vision was blurred, your face sticky with sleep and sweat. The room was so dark you couldn't understand how Alexia was navigating it; she had turned off every light, so how was she seeing anything? She didn't wait for your eyes to adjust; instead, she pressed a cold and condensation-soaked water bottle against your bare arm. You flinched at the chill, but took the bottle and swallowed its liquid eagerly. You were, indeed, very thirsty.
Little by little, the world around you came back into focus as your eyes adapted to the dark, your sympathetic system doing its work to dilate your pupils. Alexia was sitting beside you, wearing a pair of clean pyjamas. You, on the other hand, looked like her complete dichotomy; you were naked, entirely covered in a dried mix of saliva, sweet, and well… her and your fluids.
A cloud of discomfort hung over your head. You felt completely disgusting. The sheet beneath yours was still the exact same damp ones from earlier, too, and it did not help with how you were feeling.
"Let me guess, that it wouldn't be hygienic of us to sleep in your shared body secretions?" you finished for her.
"I took a shower while you were sleeping," Alexia said, reaching out to take the bottle from you. "I didn't want to wake you up because you looked cute, but then I thought that–"
She pouted, crossing her arms. "Well, when you put it like that, you make it sound incredibly unromantic."
You let out a dry laugh, but it disappeared as soon as you realised how every single part of your body hurt. Your back and shoulder were crying from the gym session from earlier in the afternoon, your tights were burning from being spread open for Alexia for hours, and your left arm was numb because Alexia had a habit of sleeping directly on top of you. You were profoundly uncomfortable.
It was the same sensation from taking a nap in the middle of the afternoon and waking up hungry, thirsty, confused and with a headache throbbing in your front lobe.
Alexia, ever the sweetheart, noticed the pathetic slump of your shoulder and, knowing that you hated being woken up, shifted on the mattress and forced a thing in your hand.
It was a passion fruit protein bar, already unwrapped. "Eat," she said. "You look like shit, bebé."
You rolled your eyes. "You are such a gentleman, Alexia." You tried to hand it back to her. "Thank you, but I'm not really hungry. I just want to take a shower and go back to sleep. I'm dead tired."
She refused to take it back. "You can eat a few bites, and then we can shower together."
"You already showered."
"Yes, but it won't hurt to shower with you," she insisted, softening her tone a bit. "I want to wash all of your bad mood away."
"I'm not moody," you pouted. "Just tired… You shouldn't have woken me up, I was in such a good sleep."
"Oh yeah," she said, and you could feel her dramatic flair returning. "I should have just left you to die in your sleep from lack of nutrition."
"You're ridiculous," you muttered, but you decided to give her that and bite into the protein bar.
You finished the bar, and Alexia helped your heavy limbs out of the bed, walking into the bathroom. Your thighs burned with every step. Would you need to go to physio tomorrow because of the pain? You should come up with a lie about the reasoning behind it… Maybe tell them your psoas muscle was tight as a rock? Or perhaps blame it on the abductor?
As you were thinking about a million things at once, Alexia kept true to her word and took over. She helped you under the warm water of the shower and washed you like she said she would. She took her time soaping you up.
When her hands moved between your legs, working with careful focus, you couldn't help but think this was a far more self-indulgent activity than a mission about cleanliness. Still, you didn't complain, didn't open your mouth. You just leaned your forehead against her shoulder and let her pamper you.
Once she was satisfied with her work, she rinsed you off, wrapped you in a fluff towel and dried you down before pulling a set of fresh clothing over your body – her clothes. When Ale was done playing caretaker, she stepped back and looked at you with fondness as if she was admiring her favourite doll.
"Guapa," she said then, leaning in to press a warm kiss to your lips. "Now, let's go back to bed… I feel like I'm talking to a zombie. I'm not even sure if you are awake right now."
You blinked lazily at her, walking back into the bedroom. "Oh, I'm not."
A/n: I think I said this in the last few fics, but I'm trying to make my writing as realistic as possible, which means including some "raw" and sometimes "disgusting" details, but honestly, I kinda love reading stuff like that, so I'm trying to incorporate it more and more.
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