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Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 1/6
I'm so excited for this one!🤭
Reader is a former yacht girl now newly moved to Turin, Italy for her job as a real-estate accountant. There she meets Dusan Vlahovic, a former client of hers, a client she never thought to see again. However, with Dusan being Readers new boss their past becomes a liability. Nevertheless the spark between them still lives. This story is a romcom with both His and Her POV!
Enjoy!
Miami did get a little crazy in the summer, thankfully it was your last year being a yacht girl. Yupp, you were keeping your promise. Once you were out of college you were putting your flip flops on a shelf and stuffing your bikini in the back of your pantie drawer. It was time to grow up and stop treating life like a circus. It was time to get a real job.
"But you'll still visit me when you move to Italy, won't you?" Izzy said, as the two of you shared a scooter on your way to the marina.
"Are you kidding? With my new salary I'm flying you out to visit me. We'll have so much fun together in Turin."
Although it was considered a job, you had formed many great friendships through yachting. Izzy was your best friend in the game, the one you never road without. If it hadn't been for Izzy teaching you the ways of the yachting game, you might as well have ended up in some really bad situations that a lot a girls do whilst seeking the fast way to earn some cash. It was important not to get too in awe of the experience. Izzy had tought you that. Izzy had also taught you that the biggest mistake girls in yachting did was fall in love with a client, a mistake you were thankful you had avoided throughout your career. Although college boys never realky gained your interest either.
"So who's this guy anyway?" You asked. "A nepo baby looking to party?"
"More like a self made billionaire. Raul says he owns like half of Serbia when it comes to real-estate."
"Impressive." You nodded. Your last job as as a yacht girl would be a breezer. It was easier to deal with rich entrepreneurs than spoiled nepo babies who believed to rule the world.
Or so you thought.
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"I think they're here." Alex said, looking over the boat deck, keeping an eye out for the girls. Once he spotted them Dusan rose from his taning bed, on his way to alert the crew to prepare the boat for departure.
"There's only two of them." Alex said, looking displeased as he returned from the deck, approaching his friend.
"Yes, one for you and one for me." Dusan said, pointing between the two of them.
"Man, you really have gone soft." Alex sighed. He was already suprised to be invited for a fun day out on his friend's new yacht, only to find the vessel empty of people if you excluded the crew members. "What happened to the old Dusan?" He said. "The one that likes to party. The one that taught me that the more the merrier, huh?"
Dusan chuckled. "I guess he's retired."
"At twenty four? How sad."
"Look, we can still have a good time. The girls said that they were up for anything."
"Yeah, but if I know you you're probably gonna ask them to watch you take a nap."
Dusan shook his head, a smile in his lips.
"When did you get so boring man, is that what a billion dollar empire does to you?"
Dusan opened his mouth to get back at his friend but that's when they heard voices below.
"Hello, anybody home?"
"Up hear!" Dusan shouted, a minute passing before they heard footsteps climbing the stairs. Two girls emerged, dressed in nothing but strips of fabric, bikini's barley covering enough.
"Hi, I heard you guys were looking to party." The blond one said. Her hair was cut short with several tattoos covering her arms.
"Yeah, that's us." Alex grinned.
"Well, the party has arrived." She cheered.
Dusan had nothing against girls with short and bleached hair, but tattoos never did it for him.
"Great. How would you girls like your martinis?"
"Dry." The blond girl was quick to make clear. "And no olives."
"Got it, dry and no olives. How about your friend?"
All eyes turned to the second girl who's presence hadn't been as notisble as her friend. But now that he had his eyes in her, Dusan found it almost impossible to diverge his attention from her.
"Y/N?"
"Huh?" The girl seemed distracted, her gaze having stuck to a point below Dusan's chin. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only swimming trunks. Perhaps she found it rude, him introducing himself half naked. Not that she was any better.
"What drink do you want?" Her friend asked, in a bit if a rush to get the party started. The crew was heard above their heads, the yacht would set sail at any minute now.
"S...ame as you." The girl stuttered. Her voice was unique. It was quite deep but in a very feminine way.
"No olives?" Her friend confirmed.
"No olives." The girl nodded. Her friend then followed Alex downstairs to the bar, leaving Dusan with no trail of thought in the presence of the girl which his eyes had yet diverge from.
"You have a very nice boat." She said, trying to somther the rise of an awkward silence.
"Um, thank you." Dusan said, clearing his throat. "It's new actually."
"I can see that." She seemed fairly fascinated, as she dared approach the boats railing, admiring the view of Miami Beach.
"Yeah, how so?" Dusan asked, joining her side. But instead of admiring the view, he couldn't help but to admire her. She had eyes that sparked something within him, a sudden thrill.
"What do you mean?" A frown ruined her face.
Dusan felt the need to make himself clear. "You said that you could tell that my yacht is brand new, how so?"
"Oh." She turned for her back to rest against the railing, her eyes now wandering across the newly swiped deck. "Well, it's every billionaires dream to own a boat and put it on display in Miami, or am I wrong?"
"I don't know." Dusan smiled. He was quite entertained. "I've never heard of this fenomenon. Surley the expert is you considering your experience with billionaires and boats."
The girl's eyebrow rose with interest, however Dusan's slik comment did not seem to have insulted her.
"Perhaps it's not every billionaires dream." She said, turning her head to face him. Again, her eyes sparked a thrill within Dusan, a thrill he was more than excited to explore. "But it sure is every newly crowned billionaires dream."
He wrinkled his nose.
The girl had a twinkle in her eyes. "My friend googled your net worth on our way here."
"I see." Dusan nodded. "Fair enough. I may or might not have bought this yacht in honor of my business flourishing this past year. However I'm not planning on docking it in Miami for display."
"Your gonna sail it across the seven seas?"
Dusan snorted, unintentionally of course. How did she make him do that? Her comment caught him of gaurd. "Not really." He said, collecting himself. "I'll have a friend of mine bring it home for me. He's more of a professional."
"Yeah, that's probably a better idea. Sailing a boat through pirate infested waters can be tricky without experience."
Again, the girl made him chuckled. It was pathetic how tipsy he came across. The girl must smell the glass of champagne he had earlier on his breath and think he's one of those creeps to invite yacht girls on their boats just to get them drunk. He had to assure her that he wasn't like that. He had to assure her that she could feel safe with him.
"We got martinis!"
Just as he was about to ensure her safety, the girl's friend showed up, followed by Alex who carried a tray of filled glasses. "Let's get this party started!" He said, handing out the drinks, making sure everyone had a glass in their hand for a toast. "To a lovely day, spent with two lovely girls." He said, as cheesy as ever.
"Cheers to that!" The blond girl said, rasing her glass.
Before downing his drink Dusan turned to her friend, making sure that she looked to be having a good time as well. He was suprised to find her smiling at him, an empty martini glass in her hand. "Drink up." She winked.
Dusan did exactly that. He would do whatever she asked him to, whatever.
#fanfiction#football imagine#dusan vlahovic imagine#dusan vlahovic x reader#dusan vlahovic#juventus#italy#italia#turin
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can i request a dusan fic where he got so much attention from other women at a party, and the reader being insecuree, maybe a smut pleasee
tw : reader is self conscious and insecure, mention of smut
dusan vlahovic x reader
Am I enough?
You were currently sitting on a black leather couch, in a little corner of the huge ballroom you found yourself in, completely forgotten by your boyfriend and your friends. You never really liked parties but your boyfriend Dusan begged you to come with him to celebrate his team latest win and, of course, when you saw him so happy you couldn’t say no. What you didn’t expect was to see him talking with different women instead of spending time with you. He had models and influencers all over him and you couldn’t help just start feeling insecure. Not only you were mad at him for completely ignoring you the whole night but you started feeling jealous of those girls, who clearly caught his attention and you started to wonder how or why he was dating you when he could have had millions of models all over his feet.
You got tired to see him with those girls that you left the room and went straight into the bathroom. You didn’t want to cry in a room full of strangers so what better place than a dirty bathroom in some club?
You didn’t know what time it was but you heard Dusan calling your name in a distance.
“Y/n? Babe? You’re in there?” he asked, knocking on the wooden door.
“Yes, uh, one second” you said, your voice shaking a bit. You wiped your tears away and fixed your make up before meeting Dusan outside of the bathroom.
“Hey…I was looking for you, is everything okay?” he asked, his face full of concern when he saw your make up half smudged under your eyes.
“Yes…I just needed some time alone” you said, ignoring his look.
“You sure?” he asked again.
“Yes, I told you I’m fine” you lied “I’m just tired…” you lied again.
“Okay…then let’s go home” he smiled.
“You can stay and have fun…I saw how you were having fun…I can call a taxi, I don’t mind” you scoffed. You were sad. You were hurt. You were mad.
“Babe…can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked again.
“Nothing…”
“Don’t say nothing. Something is bothering you and I want to help you…” he said truthfully.
“Why me?” you asked him and he looked confused “why me? Why did you chose me? You can have all the prettiest girls in the world and you chose me? I saw how they were all on you Dusan…I saw how they wanted you…and I also saw how you didn’t do nothing to excuse yourself from that situation…almost like you loved receiving all of the attention and I can’t help but wonder why did you chose me?” you asked, completely breaking down.
“What…what are you talking about?” he asked, a little confused “you know why I chose you, you know how much I love you…” he said, his hands lifting your chin up and his fingers wiping your tears away.
“Then why did you let them? They were all over you…I know I look nothing like them…” you said.
“You’re more than perfect baby…I just didn’t want to be rude…you’re perfect baby, I love you so much you have no idea” he said, kissing your wet cheeks “I’m so sorry If I made you doubt yourself…I never meant to hurt you baby” he said.
“It’s just…all of my negative thoughts…”you tried to explain but he stopped you.
“Let me wash away all of those those you have in your mind okay baby?” he said, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you close to him.
“Dusan…” you called his name.
“Let me take you home okay? Let me take care of you” he whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your skin.
“Okay…” you whispered and he smiled.
Once you got home, his kisses turned into a full make out session and before you knew it you were laying completely naked under his muscular body.
You remembered all of those models and you started to feeling insecure about your body, thinking bad things and feeling self conscious once again.
“Hey pretty girl” he called you when he sensed your insecurity “let me make you feel good okay?” he whispered, leaving some kisses on your neck “I want you to know how special you are to me” he said looking straight into your eyes.
“Okay” you nodded.
“I love you” he said and you smiled.
“I love you too” you said back, letting fall yourself into the pleasure he was going to give you, knowing it would have been a very long night.
#dusan vlahovic one shot#dušan vlahović#dusan vlahovic imagines#dusan vlahovic#dusan vlahovic fluff#dusan vlahovic smut#dusan vlahovic x you#dusan vlahovic x reader#dusan vlahovic headcannon#dusan vlahovic angst#dusan vlahovic imagine#juventus#football imagine#football fan#footballers x reader#football drabble#football one shot#football headcanon#football blurb#football x reader#football
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~Morning s like this ~🎀
The sun is slowly rising and the room is lit from a small amount of light penetrating from the curtains you and Kenan are lying in the bed together snuggled up close as his arm is wrapped around you. Both of you are still drowsy from the last night's activities and there is a air of intimacy as you start to take in the early-morning light shining on your faces.
You open your eyes and realise that it is morning and it is much later than you had thought and you look over and see that he it s still asleep right next to you on with his arm is wrapped around you hugging you tightly into his sleep.
You smile at him and realise how handsome he it s so you lie back down on the bed caressing his arms and you just let yourself get wrapped in his embrace and enjoy his warmth. He starts to wake up and slowly open his eyes and he look s over you and smiles"Good morning sweetheart"he said still sleepy "Good morning love" i said kissing his cheek looking at him with a smile on my face as he get s out of the bed and stretches and says "How did you sleept honey"" i ve sleept really good but were are you going"i said still sleepy, he smiles and says "im going to make breakfast you wanna join me or do you want to sleep more?" "I will wait for you here" i said covering myself with the blanket He smiles and gives you a kiss on the kitchen and leaves the room and you can hear the sound of the stove heating up downstairs as the sound of some plates and potes being moved around
After 15 minutes you can smell the aroma of bacon and you hear him coming upstairs opening the door as he enter s with a big plate putting it on the bed "Sorry i couldn't make more i was a bit tired" Are you kidding it s to much for us "I said looking at the plate thinking if i could eat at least a half of what s there He walks over you and sits next to you giving you a slice of sandwich" This one it s for you honey "as you take a bite of sandwich you can feel the egg with bacon being perfectly salty and seasoned
" Thank you for the breakfast it was really good"i said kissing his cheek, he looks at you giving you a short kiss on the lips"how about to watch a movie after all i don t have any training today so im all yours"he says with a small smirk on his face "or maybe we should continue what we started last night" "ohh shut up" i said hitting him playfully on his chest "What im telling the truth" Kenann" I said blushing a little bit "Come here" he says opening his arms towards me "mhm" I murmured cuddling with him for all rest of day enjoying our time together
I hope you guys like this one if you have any request please tell me btw this one was a request
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TO YOU — Dušan Vlahović
summary: i actually don’t know how to summary this but its a dad!dusan so enjoy 😅 this requested by @gojosatourshousewife (i hope you like it!)
warning: english is not my first language
au: long time no see all my readers! i’m sorry for disappear for almost a whole year, i just so busy with my college and project.. but here i am, am back 💗
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y/nvlahovic When you just wanted to spend some quality time with your wife but you have two kids 😂
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dusanandvla After 3 years of marriage she finally change her ig last name 🥹
glueeet Are you going to visit France?
y/nvlahovicdusan ✓ Can’t believe he’s now dad of twins
blueandgreyy He’s so fine, what’s his name? Single? Taken? 🤓
y/nvlahovic ✓ He’s Dušan Vlahović, he still available 👌
vlahovicdusan ✓ I’M Y/N WIFE AND SHE’S MY HUSBANDDDDD 😂
y/nvlahovic ✓ Okok just kidding, Dusan is my husband and my kids father
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vlahovicdusan Доручкују у кревету, моје 2 прелепе бебе Александар и Александра 🤍 (They having breakfast on bed, my 2 beautiful baby Aleksandar and Aleksandra 🤍)
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y/nvlahovic At the market with the kids and Dusan, suddenly Aleksandar turn around and said “мама зашто нас ти људи прате где год да одемо, мрзим то и љути и тату” 😂 (mommy why are those people keep following us everywhere we go, i hate it and its make daddy angry too)
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helena_ellenne 🥺 Aww
vlahovicdusan ✓ He knows? 💗💎
y/nvlahovic @vlahovicdusan Yea they both know, but i just hope they still enjoy the trip even the paparazzi are always here to follow us around
vlahovicfans That’s so so sad to hear from a 5 years old kid
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vlahovicdusan Finally i can have some quality time with my lovely wife
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tammyabraham Wait yo leave your baby in the hotel room alone?
vlahovicdusan ✓ Nah they’re here with us, eating their fav cake
y/nismywholelife 💖
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dailymail We’re now caught professional football player of Juventus spending his summer break at Paris with his family and close friend.
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mallanieellu I actually saw them once when they just finish their dinner and walk out of the restaurant, oh dang he’s tall as fuck
jojotheventuss @mallanieellu Yea i have seen him and his little family before, they’re such a family goal 😩 i even talked to y/n before like she’s so so nice, she even help me ask Dusan for autograph..
y/nvlahovic ✓ Paparazzi 😀 I hate them so muchh. Please leave us alone!!! That’s all ask for! thanks.
hellaaaadojja 💎💎💎💎
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y/nvlahovic “How do i look, daddy?” 😗
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kyliejenner ✓ You look adorable Aleksandra baby
y/nvlahovic ✓ @kyliejenner How’s Stormi, haven’t seen her for a while!! Missing her
kyliejenner ✓ She doing great, she mention you the other day that’s she miss y/n so much and wanted to play dollhouse with Aleksandra
y/nvlahovic ✓🥹🥹🥹
cmpulisic ✓ Aww she look exactly like you y/n
y/nvlahovic ✓ Ofcourse she is, cause she’s my baby girl haha
vlahovicdusan ✓ You look beautiful my love
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vlahovicdusan 4 years of dating, than 3 years of marriage with you, you are always my spiritual support during the most ups and downs in my life, more especially, you are the one who has accepted to accompany me through all matches and gave birth to the most two wonderful human in the world. I can't ask for more, just wish I could live with you for the rest of my life. Love you @y/nvlahovic
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y/nvlahovic ✓ All that’s so lovely, i love you too my husband
vlahovicdusanfans_ COUPLE GOAL!!
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y/nvlahovic Tbh thank you paparazzi for taking this photo of my husband Dusan on today trip, its cute!
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blairefisherr Hope i will meet someone like Dusan in the future
y/nvlahovic ✓ don’t worry, at sometime, someplace you’ll meet some one
blairefisherr OMG i can’t believe y/n reply my comment
vlahovicdusan ✓ “Silly daddy”
lallayashley Who’s in that stroller
dusanandy/n New edition of the Vlahovic fam
lallayashley Haven’t see any confirmation yet, how do you know??
dusanandy/n They’ll confirm soon so just wait and see
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vlahovicdusan Hello! I'm Dušan Vlahović, of Juventus. I'm posting this today in hopes that the paparazzi, my fans, our fans can see it, we know the fans really love us and I'm really grateful for that but for us, our children are always the top of my family. After returning from a trip to France, the twins told their mother that they didn't want the paparazzi to take pictures of them too much and found it annoying, they had a wish not to take pictures of them or you can photograph and cover their faces because they want some privacy. We understand very uncomfortable for them in public when their parents who are celebrities
Secondly, after receiving hundreds and thousands of messages from fans about whether y/n gave birth to a 3rd baby? we can confirm that yes, y/n gave birth to our third child last September and we will not be announce any more information about him/her for privacy, we also hope that when you meet me or my wife and our 3rd child in public, please cover your baby's face when taking pictures! thank you!!
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#football imagines#football fanfic#dusan vlahovic fluff#dusan vlahovic imagine#dusan vlahovic imagines#dusan vlahovic x y/n#dusan vlahovic x reader#dusan vlahovic fanfic#dusan vlahovic#juventus#dad!dusan vlahovic#ig files
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#i'm not crying i'm not crying#his pure joy#can't even imagine what he was feeling in this moment#wojciech szczesny#wojtek szczesny#polish nt#poland nt#my gifs#poland national team#polish national team#juventus
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@mittwoch-addams @reborn-from-your-ashes @griedgembockfc + any other lyon fans that want to read
#olympique lyonnais#ol féminin#ol#wendie renard#griedge mbock#paul pogba#juventus#woso#women's football#women's soccer#soccer fanfiction by lynn#football#football blurb#football fanfic#football imagine
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#no words#imagine if he comes back and paulo is not there anymore#tears in my eyes#this is PAIN#juventus#juve#paulo dybala#paul pogba
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Federico Chiesa
Warnings - suggestive, fluffy (I love this man), I have the reader a career
You and Fede has met when you were kids. You moved to Florence at a young age from out of the country.
You and Fede were the same age and went to the same school.
You found it difficult making friends because of the language barrier. Fede saw this and instantly started to talk to you
He taught you Italian, and from the moment you guys became friends he had a crush on you.
Once Fede started playing football he taught you some, so you guys had something to do together, but you never really liked it. But he was your friend so you still played with him anyways
You had always loved history from a young age, since you lived in Italy it was even better. You studied Latin and scientific Greek, Fede was always so attentive when you talk to him about it, even though he never cared to study it
That was how your relationship was. One of you doing something the other didn’t like, and yet you both were best friends
Both your parents knew from the way you guys were together, that y’all would end up dating. And they were right
Fede started playing for Fiorentina, you saw less and less of him, but your love never went away.
You both dated other people, then he broke the news that he was moving to Turin to play for Juventus. While you told him that you were moving to Rome for your studies.
Both of you cried as you told each other, and hugged for a while
It was at that moment you both realised you loved each other and had been hiding it for years
You both broke up with your partners and decided to do long distance, calling and texting almost everyday
When he got injured he came to stay with you in Rome. You saw each other everyday in real life instead of a screen. It was everything you had asked for.
When he recovered he had to go back to Turin. You had finished your studies as you only had two years to study in Rome.
You surprised Fede by telling him you could move to Turin and be with him. He was overjoyed
You moved in and y’all couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You both made your relationship instagram official by showing a picture of you guys as kids to you kissing on the beach
Not even a year later after you moved in he asked you to marry him, you couldn’t say no.
After your whole life of loving each other you can now finally stay together and love each other for the rest of your lives.
(This one is kinda had ngl) (but I love him anyways)
#federico chiesa#chiesa fanfic#Federico Chiesa imagines#Federico Chiesa fanfic#Juventus fanfic#Juventus imagines
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Bruises, Apologies and Cookies?
You already know the drill. I don't know what this is. It took me a month to do it and it's not proofread. It's 17k and you have to imagine this as an AU in which Jorge Vilda is not the coach of Spain, but it's in therapy for his misogynistic tendencies and anger issues, and the Italian national team is actually a good team. I really hope you enjoy this.
Prompt: You start to hook up with Alexia, but then you realise you aren't meant to play against one another. (I'm bad at summaries.)
Here is Part 2
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You were traveling to Barcelona today.
Your team and the Barca team had organized the game for the Gamper trophy, and you couldn’t wait to play against your dream team. Barcelona and Chelsea have always been the team you supported when you were young, even though you were neither Spanish nor English.
You have always loved playing football since you were little. And the fact that you were raised in Italy and were Italian, one of the best countries to experience football, made your love for the sport grow even more. But you knew you couldn’t go far in your country because women’s soccer wasn’t very developed in Italy, so as soon as possible, you decided to leave for the US. There, you studied to become a physiotherapist and played ‘soccer.’
You weren’t known for your speed or physicality but your football IQ and passes. At first, your coach put you as a striker, but then he soon realized that scoring wasn’t your forte. But when one of your teammates in midfield got injured, your coach put you as a defensive midfielder, and the rest was history.
You would control the midfield and give confidence and calmness to the defenders and midfielders; you had a style that reminded people of Busquets.
In college, you met your best friend, who was also Italian. She was your number 1 supporter; she would always come to your games, cheer for you, and support you even when you transferred to your first real club, Atletico Madrid.
To the world, you were known as one of the cleanest players in La Liga, your timing was always perfect when you tackled someone, and you were able to anticipate the player’s moves so well that, in most cases, you didn’t even have to tackle them, you would snatch the ball away from them before they could pass it to someone else.
This made you one of the only players to never receive a yellow card for a foul. You only received one when you took off your shirt for scoring the winning goal for the Copa de la Reina.
After two outstanding seasons at Atletico, Chelsea called you, but not even after a year did you send in a transfer request, which you never did; you always waited for your contract to finish.
After a disastrous year at Chelsea, you wanted to go back home to Italy, and two clubs from your country showed interest. Roma and Juventus. You never supported Juventus as a child, so the decision was a no-brainer for you. You were back home, playing for a great team and sharing the pitch with your friends from the national team. You signed a contract until 2024, and you would respect it, even though you received many offers from other clubs, one in particular being Barcelona. But whenever the coach of Barca called, you told him about your wish to finish the season with Roma; they respected your decision and said they would try to get you during the summer window.
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This left you playing the Joan Gamper trophy against your dream team, and you got the impossible task of marking Alexia Putellas. It was the first time that you were playing against her. Over the years, you had the opportunity to play against her, but between injuries or other stuff, you never managed to do that. So you were looking forward to it.
During the warm-up, you found yourself stealing glances at her; she was even more beautiful in real life. As you saw her train, you tried to find a way in which you could stop her. She was quick, physical, and loved going deep. So the only way to possibly stop her was to anticipate her and not let the ball go over you to her or stop her before she could pass you. You loved a good challenge.
As soon as the game started, Barcelona came at your defense hard, but you wouldn’t let the ball go past you. As soon as you had the ball, you would pass it to one of your teammates or opt for a long pass if your number 9 was free.
Even though you were extremely clean in your tackles and respectful, you were famous for cursing in Italian whenever you had to run; you hated running, and whenever you would recover a ball, you would subtly celebrate in your opponent’s face. You were very competitive in that sense, and you knew that not many opponents went past you, so this furthered, even more, your competitiveness.
In the first minutes of the game, as you analyzed your opponent’s playing style, you realized nobody would dare to move the ball through the center; they knew they wouldn’t get past you, and you smirked at that realization.
The first time you had to mark Alexia was an offside kick for Barcelona; you shielded her with your hands, not making her move. You were shorter than her; you reached her shoulders, so you knew she could physically overwhelm you well enough, so you had to find another way to stop her. She was brilliant when playing. She could see the spaces and know exactly where to place the ball to her teammates, so you knew that distracting her even a second would help you anticipate her and stop her from going forward.
As she was trying to unmark herself from you, you wanted to distract her by talking in Spanish, “They always call you La Reina because of your skills, and now that I’ve seen you in action, I can confirm that you live up to that nickname.” She slightly blushes.
“It’s not bad having someone like you watching me destroy your team.” She pushes you slightly to show her teammates that she is free. “I must say, though, that you look pretty good out in the field.”
Now it’s your time to blush; you turn your head to face her quickly, turning your neck upwards to look at her hazel eyes, “Flattery won’t get you past me.” You wink. “But I won’t tell you to stop; I like where this is going.”
Her teammates kick the ball, which makes you both go back into game mode.
The second time you talked to her, it was during a corner. They were using her as a decoy to make your team change the positions on the corner kick, but you soon realized that, and you went to mark her “You know, I think I’m actually enjoying this game more because I’m playing against you.”
“Is that so? I’m glad you are enjoying this. But don’t think I don’t know you are trying to distract me.”
“Me? I would never distract you in any way!” You act offended, putting your hand on your heart.
“Then you are secretly trying to win my heart.” She smirks, taking her eyes off the ball and looking at yours.
“Well, if winning your heart gets me a victory on the field, consider it a strategic move.” You remark, grinning as you see the captain of the other team a fraction of a second distracted, making the ball perfectly fall into your feet.
With a calculated movement, you dribble past her while she gives you a shocked look and sends a perfect ball to your teammate, who starts the counterattack. Nobody was expecting that, so your number nine, Giacinti, ran all the length of the pitch without any dangerous opponents, leaving her only with Paños. She scored, and you were finally 1-1.
As soon as she scored, you could see that Alexia’s expression changed sorrowfully as she blamed herself for the goal while you screamed, running to your teammate who had just scored.
As soon as you get on your field to restart the match, you walk past her, and she shakes her head sarcastically, “I thought I was good at playing mind games, but you, you’re on a whole new level.”
She walked past you, “Mind games? Nah, I’m just enjoying the company of a certain someone on the field.” You remark innocently.
After 45 minutes of intense battle between you and Alexia, in which you basically won all of them, Alexia became increasingly irritated. She was getting more sloppy and aggressive, but you expected that, so whenever you had the ball or just snatched it from her, you would pass it to one of your teammates as soon as possible.
The first half of the game ended, and you returned to the dressing room. You were still on a draw, so you only needed a goal to shock Spain and win the Gamper trophy, which was your objective. So during the break, you strategized ways to score that damn goal. After the 15-minute break, you returned to the pitch and knew what to do.
Roma was starting the second half. Giacinti passed you the ball from the center of the pitch immediately after the whistle, and she began her run. You stopped the ball and kicked it high, precisely where she needed it. She had only to dribble past Ona Batlle to score and did it perfectly.
For now, you were winning, and you could see that Barcelona was getting even more frustrated. They needed to win that trophy; it was their trophy.
You again found yourself in the same position as the corner kick-off. Alexia was outside the area, and you were marking her again. “If you get past me, I’ll let you swap shirts.” You smirk arrogantly.
“You’ll let me?” She chuckles ironically, not making the same mistake and, this time, focusing on the ball.
“Yes, I’ll let you.” You wink at her, putting your arm on her chest, trying to put yourself in front of her. You swear you could hear her heart beat a little faster.
“Are you sure you are okay? I swear I could hear your heart beat faster.” You tease her.
She blushes, forcefully removing your arm from her, “You are making it really hard for me to focus, and it’s not just because of the game.”
“Oh really? Maybe I’m just trying to give you a good reason to remember this match and me.”
“You wish.”
“Joking aside, do you wanna swap shirts after the match?” You quickly glance at her.
“You’ll get to see my shirt every day next season.” She raises her eyebrow knowingly.
“Wait, you know?”
“Of course, I know; I was the one that suggested you to the coach.”
“Really?” You smile dumbly at her, a mistake nearly costing you a goal. She manages to get the ball and throws a beautiful cross, which thankfully was stopped by your defender Linari. You sigh in relief and get back to the game.
The game was getting more and more aggressive as time was running out. You didn’t know how, but you were still winning. As you were waiting to intercept a long pass from your ex-teammate from Atletico, Mapi Leon, Alexia was trying to anticipate it.
You managed to quickly control the ball, and with your first touch, you passed it to Giugliano. Still, she didn’t see that you already had given the ball away because she raised her knee to try to control the ball, but there was no ball to control. Instead, she hit you where it would hurt the most: right on your groin. It hurt. It really hurt. You wouldn’t expect it to hurt that much when you were a girl, but it did hurt. So much so that you skipped a breath and mumbled in your mother language words that you wouldn’t repeat. The game was still ongoing, but you needed a minute, and Alexia noticed that.
“Hey, are you okay?” She asks worriedly, putting your hand on your shoulder while you are crouching down.
“Alexia, you didn’t hit the ball. And you got a powerful leg, I must say.” You sit down on the grass, visibly in pain. Your captain, Bartoli, noticed that, and she soon stopped the game and went to you.
“Tutto bene?”
“Si mi serve solo un secondo, questa qui- pointing to Alexia- mi ha dato un calcio.”
“Dove?”
“Nella figa,” You say, putting your hands over your head while your skipper laughs.
“Cazzo ti ridi.” You say, laughing too at the situation. Then, some of your teammates swarmed you, pushing Alexia away, who took a step back embarrassingly.
As your skipper told everyone what happened, some other teammates started laughing, making the tension of the match crack. You show the finger to all the teammates who laughed at you, still in pain.
“Riesci ad andare avanti?” The defender asks you, trying to keep a straight face.
“Si, si dammi solo un minuto, andate pure.” Your teammates slowly return to their positions, and Alexia approaches you. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I hit you that hard.” She gives out a hand for you to grab to help you stand up to your feet.
“Don’t worry about it. It has always been a dream of mine for a hot woman to hit me on the groin.” You chuckle sarcastically, clearly not understanding what you have just said.
“You think I’m hot?” She grins while you clean off the dirt from your shirts.
“So not the point.” You say while returning back to your position.
The match went on more fluidly, with your team more defending rather than attacking; you unconsciously avoided Alexia all game, swapping marks with one of your teammates for Aitana, which wasn’t at all that better, but at least she didn’t make you feel all hot and confused as the captain of the other team did. Eventually, you did lose the game, 3 to 2, but you thought this was a great way to begin the season.
As you went into the dressing room to get ready for a night out with your friend, you heard the cleats of a person behind you. You turn around, and your body winces, reminding you of the pain that you experienced earlier.
“Hey!” She walks up to you, still dressed from the match.
“Hey.” You reply awkwardly.
“Soo.” She crosses her arms and begins rocking her legs. “You said that if I got past you, you would swap shirts with me.” She smiles innocently, waiting for your reply.
“Well, that was before you made me lose the capacity to have children.” You say dramatically.
“Okay, that’s a little too dramatic. I didn’t mean to hurt you; I honestly thought that I was hitting the ball.” She says sorrowfully, looking down.
“Well, you didn’t.” You chuckle. Making her laugh.
“What were your teammates laughing about earlier?”
“I just told them what had happened. I would have laughed too if I wasn’t in so much pain.”
“Why would you? You were hurt!” She returns her gaze to you while you give her a shy smile.
“Well, you would laugh too if someone like Leo Messi would hit you in the groin like that. Even though I deeply doubt it.”
“So you think I’d have a future as a kickboxer?”
“Definitely.” You beam at her, clearly entranced by her. She was slightly biting her lips in an attempt to shy a smile; you thought to yourself that she had really gorgeous eyes.
“So the jersey…” She suggests clearly understanding that you were slightly zoned out. You blush, a little embarrassed, and take off your shirt quickly, folding it, and then you hand it to her.
“It’s a little dirty; I’m sorry.”
“You just ran on the pitch for over 90 minutes; you don’t have to apologize.” She takes it from you as her fingers lightly brush yours. What you noticed was that her hands were warm. It felt weird to you, as most people in your life had cold or sweaty hands, which you hated, but hers were different. They exuded this feeling of comfort that made you miss her touch as soon as she took the jersey from you.
You blink once, trying to return to the real world, waiting for her shirt.
“Am I going back to Roma empty-handed?” You joke, while she was most definitely not looking at you in the eyes but more at your body, making you feel a little self-conscious.
“Oops, sorry.” She quickly removes her jersey, but as she is about to remove it, she stops, “Now this is embarrassing. I’m stuck.”
You chuckle, standing on your tippy toes, “Can I help you?”
“Yes, please.” You raise your hands, take the hem of her shirt, and pull it up; as soon as her head is free, her eyes lock in with yours, making you gulp slightly at the intense eye contact, lowering your feet, clearly showing the prominent height difference.
“Thank you.” She whispers, never taking her eyes off you. Your mind was getting hazier for every blink of your eyes, and you felt your cheeks redden. You thought you needed to take a step back to recompose yourself and clear that haze in your brain, but something about how she looked at you made you not move for even an inch. “How long are you staying in Barcelona?”
“Tomorrow, we are leaving.” You tell her truthfully without thinking, nor blinking, for that matter.
“What are you doing tonight?” She asks you seriously, moving her gaze dangerously close to your lips.
“I’m going out with Mapi and some of your teammates. We wanted to catch up, and she wanted me to meet some of you guys and her girlfriend.” You say, never moving your gaze from her; you couldn’t.
“ISo we’ll see each other there. And after that?” Her expression exuded an energy that you couldn’t quite understand
“What?”
“What are you doing after that?” She speaks more clearly, enunciating every word.
“I’ll probably go back to the hotel and sleep.” You reply honestly.
“I want to make it up to you. Will you let me do that?” She asks shyly, softening her gaze a little.
You, dumb as you are, don’t get what she was suggesting, making you, for the first time, take your eyes off hers and look down, which uncoincidentally was her chest. Still, right now, it doesn’t concern you that much. “You don’t have to; I know it wasn’t on purpose.” You reply innocently.
What actually concerned you was how nonchalantly, with her index finger, she gently raised your chin, making you look at her again, making you want to giggle from the nervousness.
“Are you sure?” She smirks, clearly understanding the effect that she was having on you.
The following words were some of the most honest words that ever came out of your mouth. “No, I’m not sure.”
She chuckles, “Give me your phone.” She tells you rather than ask you, making you once again be sure about your sexuality.
“It’s in the locker room.”
“Go get it.” She instructs you while she leans against the wall, still shirtless. She clearly knew what she was doing and why she was doing it.
You reply with a short nod, and without saying anything, you walk to the dressing room, your body on autopilot, with your brain still not functioning correctly. You get in the locker room and are soon swarmed by your team congratulating you, but you only have a task in mind: get the phone to Alexia. So, after some short answers, you quickly return to the hallway, searching for the woman.
She had your shirt around your neck with her back on the wall and followed your movements with her eyes, never taking her gaze off you.
You put yourself in front of her, taking her hand from her sides and placing your phone. She turns on the phone and sees your lock screen; it is a picture of your dog. “Cute dog.” She comments while she hands you back the phone so you can type the password. Then you hand it back to her, and she puts her number in your phone.
“If you are not too tired after we go out for drinks with the team if you want, we can do something else later.” She gives you a soft smile, giving you back your phone.
“Something else like what?” You tease her; riling her up is becoming one of your favorite things.
“Anything you are up to.” Raising her eyebrows, you place your hand on her stomach, gently scratching her skin. She stiffens at the contact but then relaxes, giving you a soft smile.
“What makes you think I am going to say yes?” You once again tease her.
“By your willingness to give me your phone and your hand placement.” She smirks while you retract your hand from her almost unconsciously, feeling the heat of your slight embarrassment settle on your face.
She opens her legs to reach your height, and with a small tug, she makes you come closer to her. She takes you by your sides, gently stroking the skin with her thumb. You were rather small-built, and she had big hands, which you were modestly and unceremoniously obsessed about. Her sudden pull on her made you stumble slightly, making you place your hands on her shoulders to stabilize yourself.
“So, what do you say? Will you let me take you out tonight?” You gently massage the back of her neck while playing with her baby hair.
“I’ll let you know.” You remove yourself from her, already missing the contact, and return to your teammates, leaving her in the hallway.
As soon as you sit in your cubby, you open your phone to see if she isn’t lying and actually put her phone number in your contacts. She did. In style, you could say. She saved herself as Your Favourite Kickboxer ;). That woman had some nerve, you thought, but it made you chuckle in surprise a little too loud, which got the attention of some of your teammates. They began asking you why you took so long to return to the locker room or were smiling dumbly at your phone. You soon shut down any suggestive questions and went in for a shower, making your friends more and more curious.
As soon as you leave the locker room, you meet Mapi and her girlfriend outside the pitch; between hugs and greetings, you enter their car and begin driving to a local bar with them. But before entering the place, you cannot not bring yourself not to text the woman who had been on your mind since the beginning of the day.
‘So you are my favorite kickboxer?” ‘I must say you got some nerve. The first time we met, you kicked me in the groin, and then you already put the salt into the wound.’
‘I had to find a way to make you recognize me.’ She replies almost immediately
‘I don’t know many, Alexias.’
‘Where would the fun be if I only put my name on it?’
‘Fair enough. Now I have a place I need to be. I’ll see you later?’
‘And I have a dog to feed. Yes, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.’
You were ordering some drinks and food while most of her teammates came to the bar and introduced themselves to you. But you were only waiting for someone who made you feel more today than any other girl in the last couple of years.
“So, what happened with Alexia during the match?” Patri, one of your friend’s teammates, asks you.
“Yeah! I thought it was something serious, but then I saw your teammates burst out laughing, so I didn’t worry too much. Alexia was mortified, though.” Mapi adds, making the conversations shift towards you, waiting for you to answer.
“She didn’t tell you?”
“Oh no, she didn’t. She was very frustrated; you basically turned her into a beginner.” Your friend jokes, earning approval from her teammates, praising your skills.
So you tell them what happened, to make some wince, while your friend who has known you for years now releases a surprised chuckle.
“So that is why your teammates were laughing?”
“Yes, they are assholes. You too.”
“I’m not laughing at you.” She reassures you. “Alexia has never been that clumsy; she must have been distracted.” She raises her eyebrow knowingly.
“I wasn’t distracted; I just thought the ball was still in the air.” You see a figure approach your table, making many heads turn around to see their captain. Her aura made it evident that she was their leader. As if she had this mask on, which showed her subtle leadership, making you smirk thinking that earlier that day, when you saw glimpses of a different Alexia that probably they didn’t see.
“Good game today, Y/n right?” She extends her arm for you to shake her hand. You innocently take it, thinking that if she wanted to play the game that you were strangers and that literally two hours before didn’t grab you by your waist nor kept looking at your lips, you would comply and play her same game.
“Thank you, Alessia, right?”
“It’s Alexia.” She said, a little irritated, still keeping her hand in yours.
“Oh, sorry, you know me, still working on my Spanish.” You wink at her, with both of you knowing that you did that on purpose.
After your ‘introduction’ to Alexia, the team divided into little groups, making you sit with Mapi and Ingrid, who were the real reasons you were there, and Keira and Lucy, whom you had already met playing against them during your time at Chelsea.
“So when are you coming to Barcelona?” Your friends ask you excitedly.
“What makes you think I want you again as a teammate?” You tease her, making her face turn into a shocked expression. Making the other people at the table chuckle at your witty reply.
“Well, Barcelona has always been your dream. We were supposed to transfer together that year, but you abandoned me for Chelsea.”
“And I still regret it to this day.” You smile sadly, playing with your food. The year you transferred to Chelsea was one of the worst years of your life; you hated talking about it. It nearly destroyed both your career and yourself. “But the past is in the past, and I still have a contract with Roma.”
“Which will expire in 2024…” Your friend suggests making your room your eyes playfully at her. Making her girlfriend give her a warning look.
“Yes. I am well aware of my contract obligations.”
“So, Y/n.” Ingrid tries to change the subject of the conversation. “Are you single? Boyfriend, OR girlfriend?” You see Alexia from across the bar subtly turn her attention towards your table, waiting for your answer, making you internally chuckle.
“Me? No. I got traumatized.” You laugh to not cry. It was still a sore spot for you; your previous relationship ended badly for you, and you would be lying if it didn't make you more adamant about beginning a new one.
You saw people give you a puzzled look, so you explained what you had just said, “I was in a relationship with this woman for more than four years, but then we ended terms badly. But now I’m great! I’m focusing on my career, and I have a dog, so I’m good!” You try to lighten up the mood; you would hate yourself if the mods of the people around you would change because of you.
“You have a dog?” Lucy asks you excitedly. You quickly take off your phone and show her your lock screen with a picture of Argo, your dog. The fact that you had a dog created a lot of attention towards you; the team swarmed your phone to see the picture, making you chuckle shyly at all the attention given to you.
As the night progressed, you and Alexia would often find each other’s eyes and would share a small smile, something that made you look forward to the next interaction that you would have with her.
You didn’t exactly know what was going on between the two of you; she was making you confused, but at the same time, she made your heart flutter whenever you caught her looking at you.
You didn’t know what it was about her tonight, but you thought she looked stunning. Maybe it was the fact that she wore this comfortableness to her actions that made you want to bask in her aura, or perhaps it was the fact that she wore her hair down, and you literally turned into a gay panic for any pretty girl. Realistically, it was more the latter option.
As many of the girls went home or went to get drinks, this left you the opportunity to be alone with Alexia for the first time in the night. When you sat beside her, she was checking something on her phone, and you decided to make the first move.
“Hey.” You utter, almost whispering. She takes her eyes off her phone and smiles.
“Hey, you. Are you having fun with your future teammates?” She raises her eyebrows knowingly.
You chuckle, shaking your head. “Everybody thinks I’ll become a Barça player, but what if instead I’ll become a Lyon player?” You joke, both knowing that you would never do that. “But yes, I’m having fun, even though there is someone who has been on my mind all evening.”
She looks around to see if anyone is watching your interactions and then leans closer.
“Oh really? Who is this person?”
“Well, she is very tall, at least for me, and extremely stunning, and did I mention she has a really pretty smile? Oh, She has really beautiful eyes that, if you look closely enough, you can see some shades of green here and there. And, of course, she has a very powerful left leg.”
“I’ll let you know if I find her. For now, you are stuck with me.”
“Too bad. I really wanted to ask her something.”
“What did you want to ask her?”
“Well, a question has been burning in my mind for the whole evening.”
“Which is?”
“Wouldn’t you want to know?” You tease her as Mapi and Ingrid come back to the table and begin a conversation with the both of you about her cat; then you hear the sound of your phone; you really hoped it wasn’t your coach wondering where you were.
You didn’t expect a text from the person in front of you.
Your Favourite Kickboxer ;)
‘Meet me in the bathroom’
You look at her, slightly puzzled, but she spurs you on with her eyes. She stands up from the table and excuses herself to go to the bathroom, thus beginning your thoughts on what justification to find to excuse herself from the table.
If you said that you had to go to the bathroom too, it felt like it would be weird, but if you threw a glass of water at yourself, it would be deemed as overdoing. Amid the panic, as you feel that time is running out, you do the second option and try accidentally throwing your glass of water on your hands. For your delusional mind, you thought that your plan actually worked perfectly, whereas for the other two people at the table, it just felt confusing and unnecessary.
You quickly go to the bathroom to dry your hands when you feel two hands sneak up on your waist from behind and perfume that is completely intoxicating you. You turn around with your hands leaning on the sink and finally see the woman consuming every fiber of your being just with her gaze. It was hungry, but at the same time, it transmitted this softness that totally fucked up your brain, not understanding clearly her intentions. But you didn’t care as of right now; that would be a problem for the future you.
“Took you long enough.” She chuckles gently, caressing your clothed waist.
“I had to find a way to excuse myself.” You put your hands on her shoulders, eliminating more space between the two of you, turning your lips in a soft grin when you saw her hunching a little her back to better look at you.
“Come home with me tonight.” She whispers earnestly while she slots her leg between yours, coming impossibly closer to you. Only a few inches divided you from her, her lips from yours. You didn’t drink that evening but felt utterly intoxicated by her. Everything about her made you want to throw caution out the window or, given the setting, down the sink.
You couldn’t speak. At least not something coherent, so you slowly nodded. Her lips were mere centimeters from yours, making you want so badly and so needily to close that unnecessary space and finally taste her. You thought she was reading your mind because your noses touched, making her wait for you to do the final step.
You put your hand on her chest, “As much as I want to kiss you.” She released a low moan, making you shiver and forget your train of thought. “As much as I want to kiss you because I really do.” She lets her head fall over your shoulders, lightly kissing your neck, making a shiver course through your body, filling with goosebumps in the area. “We have friends to go back to.”
“Mmm mmm.” She goes back to kissing your neck, lightly pulling your hair to move your head to give her better access, which you obviously grant her.
“Alexia.” You warn her weakly. You were really enjoying what she was doing to you.
“Ten more seconds.” She muffles while she moves her hands all over your waist, shoulders, and back, trying to take you all in, not wanting to let go of the moment.
After at least half a minute, you warn her once again. “Alexia.”
You feel her inhale by the tickling on your neck that the air to her lungs was causing. She turns her head to look at you and then quickly pecks the corner of your lips.
“I’m done.” She quickly goes out of the bathroom, leaving you frozen in the spot recounting what just happened, still feeling her hands and lips on you.
You turn around to the sink and wash your face to sober up. It didn’t work. And you went back inside the bar.
Mapi was paying the check for her and Ingrid, “Oh hey. We are about to leave. Is it okay for you?”
“Oh, don’t worry. Alexia offered to bring me back to the hotel; she told me that she had to go that way to get to her house, so it would not be a problem for her. Plus, I know you live on the opposite side of where I’m staying.”
“Are you sure? Because for me, it’s not a problem.” She asks.
“I’m sure.” You reassure her. You saw Alexia getting her stuff and yours. “I’ll see you during National Break?” You tell her, hugging her tightly, that you missed being on the same team as her.
“Don’t do anything stupid, okay?” She advises you, making you subconsciously look at Alexia, who is talking to Ingrid.
“Me? Never.”
You go to Ingrid, hug her goodbye, and tell her it was a pleasure to have met her. Then Alexia hands you your stuff. And you go to her car together.
In the car, the air filled with a kind of tension that you couldn’t quite grasp. Less than eight hours ago, you didn’t even know each other, but somehow, the ride to her house wasn’t awkward. It was full of anticipation for what was about to come. “How long have you known Mapi?” She tries to break the silence, genuinely curious about how you know her friend and teammate.
“We played for Atletico Madrid together, became fast friends, and have been in contact ever since. It was true what she said; we were meant to transfer together in 2017. We loved playing together. But then life got in the way.”
“You know, it’s so weird that our teams have played so many times against each other, even in Champions League games or Euros, but today was the first time we actually played against each other.” She points out, never moving her eyes from the road.
“Well, look how it played out.” You joke.
“I already apologized many times, actually. But I already told you I’ll make it up to you.” She smirks, placing her hand on your thigh, drawing little shapes on your jeans.
“I wonder how.” You whisper to yourself, focusing on the hand that is right now inching closer and closer to your center.
As soon as you get to her home, and as she opens the door to her house, you make her turn around to you, and you pin her against the door; with your hands on her muscular waist, keeping her there, you go on your tippy toes, and for the first time during the night, you kiss her. It was soft and made her understand how much you wanted this, almost reassuring. You could see that she was nervous during the car ride, and you wanted to take some of it away. Honestly, you were nervous, too.
You usually weren’t one for hookups; you’d always preferred to have something serious or nothing at all. But there was something about her that made you change that idea.
You knew it was wrong, that after that night, you would probably see her again on the pitch, and knowing what you were doing now would distract you. But she was there, looking beautiful as always, clinging to you, with her hands covering your cheeks, making the consequences worth it.
“That was definitely worth waiting for.” She chuckles, putting your foreheads together. “Let’s get inside.” She utters, almost whispering, taking you by the hand and bringing you inside her home. She closes the door and pushes you to the wall, covering your body with hers. Her hands were roaming everywhere as she brought you into a searing kiss. Her perfume intoxicated your nostrils, and all your senses had become her. You lose yourself in her sensations as she picks you up from the ground as if you weighed nothing, and you wrap your legs around her. You stop the kiss to look at her. She was beautiful. She was wearing a contagious smile that contrasted her blown-out pupils; this softness of her, even during these moments, made you go crazy.
“Take me to your bedroom.” You whisper softly, placing a soft peck on her lips.
-
As you lay on her bed in pure carnal bliss, looking at the wall, you thought you were hallucinating. She was actually there, and this was happening, or better, it had just happened. And as you lay there, you thought you were happy. Maybe it was just her or the fact that she had just given you more than an orgasm, something that hadn’t happened for more than two years since you broke up with your ex-girlfriend.
You were still in your head, which worried the woman lying beside you a little. She shifts to your side and puts a hand on your waist, giving you soothing strokes to ask for your attention. You turn your head, snapping out of your thoughts.
“You okay?” She wonders, furrowing her eyebrows, worried that she had taken things too far. You hated seeing that expression on her, so you kissed her lips, trying to convey all your feelings instantly.
You thought it was an awful lot of emotions for a simple hookup, but that was a problem for a future you.
“I’m great.” You reassure her, shifting, laying on her side, and indulging in some cuddling. She drew patterns on your back while you ran up and down with your fingers through the middle of her chest, making her sigh contently. It wasn’t a touch with any malicious or sexual motive but a way to touch and memorize her body. To never forget the fantastic night that she has given to you.
She brings you closer to her, and your lips meet again. It was the softest kiss that she had given you. You get on top of her, pulling her hands on your back until they reach your breasts, making her understand what was on your mind.
-
That morning, you woke up with your hair disheveled and a nasty headache. You hadn’t slept at all, and you were clearly late.
You look at the clock and curse to yourself. Alexia was still sleeping peacefully beside you, lying on her front, showing all her tattoos on the back. You caress her muscular back, trying to wake her up. This might be a hookup, but you weren’t an asshole, so you would at least wake her to tell her that you would leave, and frankly, you didn’t want to intrude; she might have places to be.
“Ale. Svegliati.” You whisper, making her twitch her eyes, slowly waking up. She opens her eyes to see her surroundings, then closes them again, and her face adorns with the most relaxed smile you have ever seen. You thought you didn’t know someone more cute than she was right now.
“Hey.” Her voice was still raspy and low, and she had no intention to move from her position. “We fell asleep.” She points out. You were meant to leave around 2 AM to return to the hotel so that nobody would notice you were gone. But now it was too late. It was already morning, and at 10 AM, you needed to take the bus to leave for the airport.
She gets up from the bed and goes to the bathroom, still naked, making you glance at her body hopelessly. You get dressed, putting on the same clothes you had on the night before, when she gets back in the room, with clothes on this time, and sit next to you, putting some shoes on.
“So breakfast?” She asks casually, while you stare at her dumbly, not expecting that question. More expecting her to kick you out of the house.
“Well, it’s the least you could do.” She continues, almost as if she was stating the obvious. “After all we did last night, we don’t have to act like strangers.” She explains shyly.
“How about coffee?” You offer instead, with both of you clearly not wanting to let each other go. “I really have to be back at the hotel. Actually, I should have been there two hours ago.”
“Sorry. I completely forgot to put the alarm on. Usually, I sleep in after a match.”
“Don’t worry about it. You have already made it up to me enough last night.” You joke, making her crack a smile.
“I had a really good time last night.” She hides her face, turning her head down to look at her shoes.
“Me too.” You reply, placing a hand on her knee.
“So, coffee?” She turns to you, hopefully.
You slowly nod, standing up and waiting for her to lead. She takes you to this small coffee shop near her house with her dog. Which you finally met, as you were a little too occupied last night to properly meet her.
She brings you coffee at the table, and you fall into a very peaceful conversation that people who have known each other for a long time would have. It was as if you had just clicked. There was no awkwardness, just conversations flowing simply and carelessly. She offers to bring you back to the hotel.
You hug her awkwardly, saying you would see her again during the national break for the scrimmage against Spain, the first game after winning the World Cup.
As you quickly snuck up to your room, hoping nobody from your team would see you, you had a quick shower to wash off the night before and pack up your stuff, clearly focusing a little more on putting away the shirt you swapped with Alexia. As you looked in the mirror, you saw the heavy bags under your eyes. You were sleep-deprived, so you put some sunglasses on to hide it from your curious teammates.
As you are on the way to the bus, you reminisce the night before and mentally curse yourself for all the feelings that you put aside during the whole day for the future you, which coincidentally was you of now.
You were the last to go inside the bus, making your teammates tease you and whistle jokingly to you, making small comments like “Rough night?” Or “Did you have fun?”
You sit next to your usual roommate, still with your sunglasses on and about to put your headphones in, when she turns to you expectantly.
“So, how was your night out.” Air quoting the last part, giving you a knowing grin.
“It was good. How was your night.” You ask innocently.
“Cut the crap! You have your sunglasses on, you didn’t come back to the room tonight, and you have a slight limp. Who is it? Is it your defender, friend? Or is it someone else from the group?” She wonders curiously, making you roll your eyes at her and sigh loudly, clearly showing her your annoyance.
“A, I did come back to the hotel! You were just asleep!” You try to sound as convincing as possible. “B, Mapi is in a relationship, and she is like my sister! I would never hook up with her!”
“So there was someone.” She smirks.
“I didn’t say that. You’re just going crazy. Did you eat some hallucinating mushrooms? Did you think that they were normal mushrooms, but instead, they tasted strange?”
“You’re an idiot. But whatever you did last night, I hope you had fun.”
“I didn’t do anything out of the normal stuff you do when you go out with your friends. But yes, it was nice. Now I’ll sleep.”
-
It was a national break, which meant that you were in Roma, this time, to train with your fellow national teammates. After your underwhelming World Cup and Euros run, you just got a new coach to train your squad. You really hoped that she would be better than the last one.
You were on the training pitch joking and laughing with your other teammates, juggling and passing the ball to each other, when she came on the pitch, making everyone stop in their place looking at her.
As she introduced herself to everyone, you could already see that she was not there to joke around. She was serious and precisely decided her words, but she was passionate about her new job.
“We have two weeks to prepare for the friendly against Spain. I want to create a team with a good mix of experience and fresh talent. All of you are talented girls, but I want to see you in action to create an efficient and strong team.”
The three captains go up to her and introduce themselves and the squad. While you began to juggle the ball to keep your mind off the current situation. You always hated when you changed coach; you thought you needed to prove yourself to them to be accepted in the squad, making you completely doubt your capabilities.
What made you nervous was that she wanted to rejuvenate the squad. Your previous coach tried to do that, but she failed miserably. Many great players were left out of the roster that you could’ve definitely used in the World Cup, so you really hoped that her plan was better than the other’s coach, hoping that she wouldn’t take you off the roster.
So you gave it your all in practice, trying to impress her and, at the same time, prove to yourself that you deserved to be there. Even running laps without complaining, shocking your teammates, as it had become an inside joke that you wouldn’t run even if the world was ending. Which wasn’t quite right. Yes, you hated running, but on the pitch, you gave it your all.
They called you the female version of Daniele De Rossi since you played in Roma and had his number on, and sometimes gave you the same nickname as him, Capitan Futuro, because of your leadership and tenacity, even though when people looked at your style, they were more reminded of Pirlo’s or Busquets. But he still remained your idol.
As soon as you finished practice, you were about to leave the pitch when the coach called you to come to her, making your heartbeat from the nervousness.
“Y/n, come here for a second.” She made you a sign with your hand, and you ran up to her.
“Hey, Mister.” You smile politely at her, crossing your arms.
“Good job today, I have to say-“
“That I didn’t make it to the team? I know. I am a very particular player, so I get it if you want to have someone that better fits your team. I get it; I’ll pack my stuff.” You ramble quickly out of nervousness.
The coach chuckles at your antiques, “Rule number 1, Y/n. Never underestimate yourself. If you think you don’t deserve to be here, then you shouldn’t.” She says seriously, making you unconsciously straighten your back.
“I know; it’s just you are known as a brutal coach who doesn’t care about others’ opinions and is known to make very bold choices. I know that I deserve to be here; I’ve always been on the starting 11 in any important match, when not injured, of course. It’s a great honor to work with you.” You praise her, trying to make up for the bad impression.
“Likewise. But I have to ask.” She begins while studying you curiously.
“Sure, ask away.”
“Why are you here at Roma when you could be anywhere else? Who can actually give you the chance to use your full potential?” She asks so directly, making you blink twice.
“What, sorry?”
“I know that Barcelona, Lyon, Chelsea, and Arsenal all wanted you and actually offered big money to Roma for you, but you always declined. I wonder why, that’s it. I just think you are wasting your prime here.”
“I have a contract with Roma until 2024, then I’ll decide my future. As for the teams, I know that they are interested. Barcelona phones my agent almost every year. But I already informed them that I won’t accept any offer until the end of the season. I feel like I would let down the club. I told them that I would be there until 2024, so I’ll be there until 2024. It’s the least I could do after everything they did for me.”
She raises her eyebrow, amused, “Well, that didn’t happen for Chelsea. I followed your career and thought you were having a great season with the club.”
“I left Chelsea for personal reasons.” You turn your head skeptically. “With all due respect, coach, why are my career choices that important?”
“I just want to understand if I am going to make the right choice.”
“What choice?”
“You, Y/n, are going to be my new team captain.”
-
As soon as you go to the locker room, you go to your three team captains and ask them for an explanation.
“You know, they want to strip off your captaincy.” You say, wearing a disgusted expression to Cristiana Girelli. “You cannot let her do that! It’s disrespectful.” You say angrily.
“Y/n, look at me. I told her I wanted to step back from the national team. I’m getting older, and my time has already come. This is a new era. And you are the perfect skipper. They call you the Capitan Futuro for a reason.”
“But what about Barbara? And Elena? They are too, the captains.” You say sadly, clearly not wanting to take their place.
“Barbara decided to step down from the national team like me. Elena thought that you were the right choice as a skipper. She’s going to be your co-captain. We’ve already arranged everything. You just have to say yes.” You always looked up to Cristiana; she was your mentor, especially in the national team. If you were the player you are today, it was partly because of her.
“Do you think I could be a good skipper?” You ask her shyly, “I’ve never been an actual captain; with Roma, I’m the third, but the actual one? Do I make the cut for it?” You hated yourself for being this insecure.
She takes you by the shoulders. “You, Y/n, transmit something when you are on the pitch that not many people do. You make the team more calm and lucid. Knowing that you are back there allows everyone to be more free on the pitch. You are our most important player, on and off the pitch. So the armband is yours. You deserve it.” She gives you a reassuring hug, “Now go back to change; you are all sweaty!”
-
As the two weeks passed, you were really happy with the coach and the team. When the team found out that you would lead them, they were ecstatic, making you a little more comfortable with your new position.
The Spanish team would arrive two days before the match, and you were happy to see Mapi again and extremely stressed out to see Alexia. You didn’t talk or text after the night that you shared together; you both followed each other on Instagram, which you were stalking daily, but you didn’t give much thought to that.
You weren’t a simp. Especially for a girl that you have seen only for a day. You had some self-respect. That is what you were trying to convince yourself to believe. So you told yourself that you would avoid her at all costs. You were the skipper now, and you had to be extremely focused.
The plan failed miserably when you asked Mapi two nights before the match to meet up at a place for some drinks. She had never been to Roma and wanted to visit the city. What you didn’t expect was for her to invite some of her teammates. It’s not the fact that there were other people with you because you loved the Spanish girls, especially the ones from Barcelona, as you had already hung out with them previously.
Still, you were really scared of meeting Alexia again. Your fear turned out to be plausible because of the five players there, Alexia was one of them.
During the afternoon, you showed the Spanish girls, Roma, while they teased you, saying that you were almost better as a tour guide than a football player. They didn’t know you were making stuff up along the way, trying to act cool and knowledgeable.
You could see that Alexia would sometimes look at you, as her gaze would pierce holes at the back of your skull, but whenever your eyes would meet, you would soon avoid her gaze. You told yourself to avoid her, and that is what you did. What was more painful, though, was that she would look like a kicked puppy, making you feel very guilty for what you were doing.
After walking for a while, the girls wanted to try the typical ‘Aperitivo’ famous worldwide, so you brought them to a little place with a great view that you knew wouldn’t disappoint. They all ordered Aperol Spritz, apart from you, making them look at you a little puzzled.
“Oh, I don’t drink that much.” You explain while Mapi raises an eyebrow and chuckles.
“Okay, I usually don’t drink during the season.” She raises her eyebrow again.
“I only drink on special occasions.” Eying Mapi for making you sound like an alcoholic.
“When we won La Liga in 2017, we went out to party, and she didn’t hold back.” She glances at her, trying to make her understand to stop talking.
“And we are done with the conversation now. So, how’s Barça?”
You begin to share stories and funny anecdotes about your respective clubs, making you really happy to have decided to spend the afternoon with them. They were a tight group, and you could see that they deeply cared for one another.
As you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, you quickly clean your hands, thinking about some random stuff, when your thoughts were interrupted by the door of the women’s bathroom swinging, finding yourself in front of you, the person you were categorically avoiding.
“Alexia, Hi!” You say, still a little shocked. She was still at the door, clearly trying to make some space between the two of you. She closes the door and then turns to you, crossing her arms.
“Are you avoiding me?” She asks you to wear this vulnerability, which is very uncharacteristic. Making you want to do anything to reassure her that it wasn’t true and make her feel better. You hated seeing her like this. But you were avoiding her.
“I-I.” You didn’t know how to reply.
“Because it’s very annoying, especially when we decided to be civil about this and not act like strangers. If you have a problem, that’s on you.” She was irritated and had every right to be; you were acting like an asshole, and she didn’t do anything to deserve that treatment. She was about to leave when you gently grabbed her hand,
“I’m sorry, okay? I just wasn’t expecting you to be here today. And you come here looking like this. It’s not helping.”
“Looking like what?” She takes a step closer to you, wearing a proud smirk.
“Stop looking at me like that.” She was making you go crazy; your mind was hazy, fully intoxicated by her.
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve seen me naked.” You reply. She replies, only smirking more and raising her eyebrows. She has seen you naked, and she was acknowledging that. She was coming closer to you, making you retreat to the wall.
“Alexia…” You warn her once. She knew that it wouldn’t stop her because you were enjoying this. “We have to act like professionals.” She took you by the waist and began kissing your neck. “This. It is not professional. It’s wrong.” You barely utter, trying to contain any sign that you are enjoying this. Which you were. So damn much.
“Your heartbeat says otherwise.” She gives you a kiss where you are most sensitive on the neck. She still remembered. Making you shiver. “Your skin tells me otherwise. It’s covered in goosebumps.” She leaves a small kiss till she reaches the back of your ear, whispering, “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
You couldn’t reply. She was right. You didn’t want her to stop. You missed how her kisses made you feel, how her perfume intoxicated all of your senses, or how her hands, warm and comforting hands would roam all over your body in search of new skin to touch. She was lighting a fire that you knew you couldn’t put out. And frankly, you didn’t want to; you wanted that fire to consume you, leaving nothing but her behind.
“We can’t hook up in here.” You state, closing your eyes, getting lost in her.
“Are you sure?”
“Come back home with me.” You blurt out, clearly not thinking about the consequences.
“So much for acting professionally.” She winks and then leaves you alone in the bathroom once again. You really had to stop going to the bathroom when you were out together.
When you both come out, you quickly find an excuse for you to leave. Thankfully, they had the hotel nearby, so they wouldn’t have to leave by car. Alexia told them that she had to buy some souvenirs for her sister, so she was going to come back late.
-
You get to your home by car, which fortunately wasn’t that far from where you were with your friends before, and you make her quickly come in, leading her without any hesitation to your bedroom. You were a girl with a mission.
As soon as you enter the room, you push her onto the bed and get on her lap, taking off your shirt in the process. She places her hands on the back of your shoulders, finally being able to touch your skin. You sigh at her touch as if you were finally able to breathe again.
Your faces were inches away from touching, but neither of you wanted to take that step, juggling anticipation with teasing. You were the one that surrendered, whispering, “Kiss me” To her lips as they soon met yours. It was excruciatingly slow, passionate, and tender. It was the first time that you kissed since the first time, and you finally realized just how much you missed it. Maybe too much for a simple two-night stand, but again, it was a problem for the future you.
As you lay together once again, this time in your bed together, both exhausted, even though it was barely time for dinner. She was lying on her front, with the sheets draping down her body, showing her strong back. She hugged the pillow, still keeping her eyes closed, fully relaxed. You loved seeing her like this. You let yourself leave a kiss on her temple while still stroking her hair, making her smile. She took your hand and slowly interlaced it with her, then kissed the back of your hand. “Hungry?” You ask her when she nods profusely.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Whatever you have.” You go to get up from your bed, and you throw on the first shirt that you find, which was hers, and you leave the room.
“Come back quickly. I want to stay in bed with you.” She tells you, making you chuckle at her cuteness.
You quickly retrieve some cookies and Nutella and return to your room. You place the food near your nightstand and roam for a shirt in your closet.
“Do you want a shirt?” You ask her.
“Yes, please.”
You throw her one of your old shirts from when you were younger, and she puts it on right away and subtly smells it.
Then you offer her some food.
“Where did you get these? They are so good.” She asks you while taking a huge bite.
“I make them.”
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah. Usually, before a match, I get a little nervous, so I bake. It’s my way of coping with anxiety. I usually share cookies with my teammates in secret. So that our nutritionist won’t say anything.”
“These are good!” She says. “They are very similar to the ones that Mapi did once.” Then it clicks for her. “Wait. Were you the one that taught her?”
“Who do you think she got the recipe from?” You chuckle.
“Yours are better, though. Like way better.”
“I know ’cause my recipe differs from the one I gave her. Mine is the real one. My dad would always say to never give out your recipes. They are a family’s inheritance.”
“You Italians are so weird with food and so extra.” She remarks, making you playfully slap her shoulder.
“We are not extra; you Spanish people are extra with your paella and the Jamon Iberico, or ‘Patanegra.’ You can find it cheaper here, and it is just as good.”
“That’s offensive. It’s like saying that Italian food is better than Spanish.” She says, clearly trying to rile you up.
“You did not just say that!” You put your hands on her thighs, looking at her, shocked.
“I did. And I don’t regret it.” She gives you a small peck on the lips and then goes on eating her cookie.
“You are lucky that you are cute.”
“Or else what? You are going to throw me out of your home?” She remarks playfully.
“I could if I wanted to, but then I’d be here all alone, without any clothes on, without anyone to keep me company.” You pout jokingly, making your voice even more needy to make fun of her.
In a swift movement, she pins you down the mattress with her fingers running up your thigh. “Thankfully, you are not alone.” She gives you a quick kiss. “By the way, you do look good with my shirt on, but you know what would make you look even better? If you took it off. So be a good girl for me and take it off.”
It was past midnight, you were both exhausted, and you were nearly falling asleep. You were lying on her side, slowly tracing her facial features with your fingers, trying to remember every little crease and mole that made up her skin.
“What are you doing?” She smiles, feeling slightly ticklish
“I’m trying to memorize your face. For the next time, we will see each other.” You say earnestly, not stopping your caresses.
“See. You cannot say stuff like that and expect me to not have a reaction.” She chuckles lightly.
“Maybe I want you to have a reaction to my words.” You say innocently, stopping your movements to kiss her soft lips.
“What are we doing here? What are we?” She asks you, making you retreat from your position sitting up.
“I don’t know.”
“Me neither. But I like this. Whatever this is.”
“Me too. We don’t have to label it. Can we just be? Is that okay for you?”
“I’m okay with it. Now come back here.” She offers her embrace to you, which you gladly accept, burying your face in her hair while she fatherly strokes your back, making your skin full of goosebumps. You sigh contently at the sensation.
“Can I ask you something?” You move yourself to better look at her.
“What?”
“I know that we are not an item or whatever, but I was just curious as to what happened with Chelsea. You can totally tell me to fuck off, and I won’t bring up the argument again, but you are known for always being very respectful to your clubs, and you always wait for a contract to finish before transferring, so I was wondering what made you change clubs.”
“Are you asking because you care or because you want a story? Because I really don’t like to talk about it, and if you don’t care, I’d rather not talk about it.”
“I asked because I care. I ask because since I have known you, I want to get to know you. I ask because you are a great person and I care”
“Okay,” You take a deep breath, and you begin. “This is going to be a long story.” You chuckle. “What do you know about my history with Chelsea?”
“I know that you transferred there after being at Atletico, but you sent in a transfer request soon after, and you came to Roma. That’s it.”
“You don’t know the reason, though, right?”
“There were just rumors, but I don’t know anything, and I don’t tend to believe rumors, as the majority of them are false.”
“Okay. So, to begin my story, we have to go back to my college years in the US. So basically, during those years, three major things happened: I got my degree in physiotherapy, met my best friend, and got a girlfriend who also wanted to become a physiotherapist.”
You told her how she was British and how you thought she was perfect for you. “Frankly, looking back at it now, we were very toxic for each other. We loved each other very much, but it was our first real relationship both of us. And honestly, I thought that I was going to marry her; maybe it was just me who was so in love with that girl that I didn’t even know how to distinguish and understand her flaws. But again, she was my first real relationship, and she knew how to use my weaknesses against me to get me to do what she wanted. My best friend hated her; probably, that should have been the first sign. We would fight and then make up, and then she would guilt trip me into doing stuff for her.”
“That doesn’t look like a really healthy relationship.”
“Well, yeah, I was really young and dumb. But anyway, when I went to Atletico, we tried to have a long-distance relationship. She found a job as a therapist at the Chelsea women’s team, and her career too was taking off. When Mapi and I finished the contract with Atletico, and she moved to Barça, I was to move there too. I knew that Barcelona was interested, and Barça was my dream. Honestly, it still is. But then she called me, the day before deciding on my future, saying that her mom was sick and she needed me. Probably, she just wanted to be able to see me more. So I stopped waiting for Barça's proposal and told Chelsea I would transfer for them. In the beginning, I loved being at Chelsea. I have always supported the club, and I fit their style of play. My career was taking off quickly, and I was wearing myself thin. Her mom was getting worse, so my time was divided between training and hospital visits. For my ex-girlfriend, her mom was like my dad to me. So, I understood how important she was to her, and I thought that if I stayed with her mom and kept her company, my ex would be happy. That is what I would want if my dad were to be sick. I would just want him to have all the support, not caring about myself if that meant for him to improve.”
“That’s not very healthy.”
“But if it were your father, you would do the same thing too, right?”
“Yeah.” She replies sadly. “I did the same thing.”
“So I guess I started neglecting my ex a little? I think. I know she was suffering, and I knew I could’ve done more to give her the support she needed, but I didn’t. I would train, go to the hospital, and then sleep. I was exhausted and couldn’t keep up with myself and her needs. Looking back at it now, I probably would have done things differently; I would’ve tried to not wear myself out that thin.”
“You were young.”
“Yeah, I guess. So I remember that one day, and I still remember the date. Don’t ask why; I just do. Her mom was getting worse, and she was exhausted, so I thought that I would let her go to sleep while I would try to keep her mom company. As she left, I stayed with her until the time was up, and I went back home and I-“
“No, she didn’t.” She says incredulously.
“Yeah. I caught her cheating on me with one of my teammates.”
“That whore.” She replies angrily.
“Well, she eventually married that woman, so I guess not.” You chuckle at her angry expression. “She told me that I wasn’t giving her the support that she needed and that the other girl was giving it to her. I got all of my clothes and left. I was still playing at Chelsea, but then word spread out that I was the one that cheated. Everyone started to treat me differently. I didn’t play anymore; I was always on the bench, and nobody talked to me. I reached my last straw, so I requested a transfer. Barça tried to sign me; I also wanted to go there. Everything was settled; I was about to leave when they blocked the offer and allowed me to decide between two Italian clubs, Roma and Juventus. And here I am.”
“So you stayed with her dying mother, and she had the audacity to cheat on you?”
“I guess? I don’t know Alexia. So much time has passed, and I don’t want to think about it anymore. She’s happy now, I guess. Honestly, I am happy too. I am really glad though that you won the Champion’s League final against them.”
“I am even more glad, too, now.” She brings you on top of her and gives you a hug, kissing the crown of your hair. “I am glad that you trusted me enough to tell me this. I hope that you know that you deserve better than her. You deserve the world. Her actions don’t define you, and don’t even think that you deserve what she did to you.”
“But what if-“You say insecurely when she interrupts you.
“No what ifs. You did what you thought was right, and by doing so, you put yourself second to everything else. You have no right to blame yourself for what she did.” She puts her hands on your cheeks and makes you look at her. “Okay?”
“Okay.” It was incredible how she knew what exact words to say and how, by her saying them, you actually believed them somehow.
Suddenly, you felt your heart crack open for her to enter inside it. And you realized that what you had with her wasn’t just sex. It was something deeper. In so little time, she was able to heal you from your past and open up again. And that scared you, no, it frightened you.
You had built the highest walls, and for the two days you had been with her, she could make them crumble. You were feeling too much; she was making you feel too much. You wanted to run away. Clear your head. Push her out of the way and never see her again. But you couldn’t bring yourself to move from her. Her embrace was what had grounded you. You weren’t drowning in her. She was your oxygen. And you were finally surfacing up from the depths of your mind to finally heal. This realization hit you like a ton of bricks, making you do the first thing your mind could think of. Which was kissing her.
You kissed her hard and passionately, trying to convey all the emotions to her, to show her how much her words affected you. Your action caught her by surprise, but she soon adjusted to it. You trail your kisses down her chest, then to her abdomen. Praising the body of the woman who had made you feel more today than anything your ex or anyone had ever done previously.
-
The morning after, you wake up with an arm draped around your waist, holding you down. She tightens her arm around you as you try to tangle yourself out of her embrace.
“So you are just pretending to be asleep.” You smile at her, trying to take off her strong and dead-weight arm from your body.
“Five more minutes.” She fully snuggles into you.
“I have to shower, and you have to get back to your teammates.” You try to reason with her. “And we have to have breakfast.”
“Five more minutes.” She continues.
“Okay, but only five.” She pulls herself on top of you, spurring you to play with her hair, which you do, and the five minutes turn into ten. And then you both realize that you have to get up.
You decide to shower together ‘to save water.’ You both wash each other’s hair and back, this act of intimacy making your heart swell with affection for the girl who was currently hugging you from behind.
You both have breakfast in your little kitchen, with conversations flowing effortlessly, alternating between joking around and surfacing more serious topics.
You could not but point out to yourself that this was what was supposed to feel like when you were in a relationship with someone. But you weren’t in a relationship with her. She liked the idea of not labeling this thing between the two of you and hell, you didn’t want to complicate stuff just because of some confusing and all-over-the-place feelings.
You bring her back to the hotel, telling each other that you will see them during the match that will take place the next day.
You put your sunglasses on, which you thought maybe were your post-hookup outfit choice, and you get to the training center. It would be your last session before tomorrow’s game.
As soon as you enter the locker room, your teammates from Roma chuckle at you.
“Fun night?” They tease you.
“I don’t know what you are all talking about.” Making some other teammates look at you curiously while you showed them the finger.
“So basically, we think Y/n is hooking up with a Barça player. So now she gave us another clue: She is Spanish.”
“I’m not hooking up with anybody. And it’s none of your business; I’m your captain. Get back to train!” You say, slightly irritated.
You quickly put your training gear on, realizing you were still wearing Alexia’s shirt, and then get on the pitch.
The coach comes soon after and calls you to revise some tactics.
“So you, Y/n, if Putellas is starting, you are going to be the one that will mark her.” Her surname makes your mind have flashbacks of your previous night. “You basically annulled her in the last game, so expect you to do the same tomorrow.”
“Yes, coach.”
“If Patri starts instead, you will mark Bonmatì.”
That evening, you were nervous, to say the least. It was your first match as the Italian captain, and you really wanted it to go well. So you started baking. You baked enough cookies for an army.
So you decided to leave some for Mapi, who has always loved eating them, and your pathetic ass also saved some for Alexia in the hopes that she would come and find you after the game.
It was match day. Alexia was in the starting 11, and your parents were in the stands supporting you, and as you were leading your team to the pitch, you felt a sense of pride.
As you go to exchange the badge with the captain of the other team, Alexia, she tries to contain a smile that was creeping on her lips.
You shake her hand and give her the Italian badge. “Hello, Captain.” You greet her.
“Hello to you too, Captain.” She replies. You finish the formalities, and then you go to each other’s respective pitches.
Today, you would give it your all; nobody would stop you.
You were all over the pitch trying to help your teammates and leading them to score, but unfortunately, the Spanish team was a force to be reckoned with, and they exploited all of the weaknesses of your team. They were world champions for a reason. Thankfully, you were able to hold off a draw.
The first time that you had to mark Alexia, it was a free kick for Spain because of an offside.
“The armband has a good look on you.” She beams at you proudly.
“Well, the star looks good on your badge.” You reply.
“Don’t you dare try to distract me.” She warns you.
“When did I ever do such a thing?” You reply dumbly. “I should be the one warning you not to kick me!” Mapi was about to throw the ball; thankfully, it didn’t land in the direction of Alexia because seeing her again on the pitch was making you feel a little distracted, and you’d really hate it if your team lost because of one of your mistakes.
The rest of the times you interacted with her, you would snatch the ball away from her in most cases. You were working tirelessly, trying not to concede a goal. At half-time, you were exhausted, but you had something to prove. After half-time, Alexia was getting more annoyed; she really wanted a win as it would be their first win after their World Cup.
You knew you would get subbed off at the 70th minute to give some space for subs, so until then, you would give your 100%. It was the 65th minute, and there was a throw-in for Spain. Alexia was trying to get the ball from her teammates, and with a miscalculated movement, she quickly moved her elbow, which hit your nose, making acute pain grow in the middle of her face.
“Cazzo!” You scream. You throw yourself to the ground, still in pain, smelling iron and feeling a warm liquid in your hands.
The game quickly stopped, and Alexia turned to you, kneeling and touching your scapula.
You were mad; you had once broken your nose more than five years ago, and it wasn’t pretty, and hated when people touched you when you were irritated, so you lashed out at her. “Don’t fucking touch me.” You squirm away from her touch,
“I’m sorry.” She says regretfully.
“You fucking did it on purpose, huh? If it’s broken, don’t you dare talk to me again!”
Your team swarms you, pushing Alexia away.
Linari, remove your hands from your face while keeping your eyes closed. “Is there blood? Wait, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know, or else I am going to cry or faint.”
You open your eyes for a moment and look at your teammates; they all are very worried. Linari was stomping towards Alexia, screaming in her face, but you couldn’t hear properly; your mind was a little hazy from the pain.
You look at your hands; they are full of blood, and you begin to panic. You sit up and begin touching your nose, removing more blood, but you can still feel it flowing.
The medics were running to you. “How bad is it?”
They inspect your nose, “It’s not broken; the impact broke some blood vessels, and you burst your lip. That’s why there is so much blood.
“Can you make it stop? I want to finish the game.” You look at your coach; she signs you to come off the pitch.
You stand up, take your armband off, give it to your co-captain, and leave the pitch. You go to your coach, who reassures you that she doesn’t want you to risk anything for a friendly
-.
The medics brought you to the physio room and gave you some ice to put on your nose. Thankfully, the bleeding stopped soon after, and you were left watching the game on the TV while waiting for your teammates. You were happy that your team was able to hold a draw. As soon as the game finished, you were swarmed by your teammates checking up on you. You told them that you were okay, and then you began laughing and joking.
They stayed there for five more minutes, and then you heard a knock on the door, and you saw some of the Spanish girls checking up on you. Your team slowly exited the room, giving the death stare at Alexia, who shamefully wouldn’t look at you.
“You okay?” Mapi asked worriedly.
“I’m good. Thankfully, it is nothing serious; the impact burst some vessels, that’s why there was so much blood.”
They stayed there for another five minutes while Alexia stayed in the corner awkwardly looking at her teammates, never looking at you. As they were about to leave, you called her to stay a little longer.
“I’m sorry if I lashed out.” You say regretfully, holding out your hand for her to grab it while pulling her near you. “I know that you didn’t do it on purpose. It’s just- I had already broken my nose and didn’t want to break it again.”
“I’m really sorry.” For the first time, she looked at you; she had this kicked puppy look that you hated seeing on her face.
She takes the ice from your hand and slowly takes it off your face to check the bruising.
“Do I look that bad?” You try to joke; half of your face is red and really swollen.
“You look beautiful as ever.” She smiles.
You blush at her words, “You just say that because you were the one that caused it.”
“You know that I got screamed at by your teammates?”
“Linari?”
“Yep, Apparently, she knows Spanish really well. Honestly, I deserve it. If my teammate got kicked and punched by the same person, I would have had the same reaction.”
“Maybe you should stop then. Cause I really don’t want to know what will happen next time.” You joke.
“Maybe we aren’t meant to play against each other.” She remarks suggestively.
“Maybe not…” You reply. She kisses you on the forehead,
“Can I kiss you?”
“Just be gentle; it still hurts a little.” She gives you a feathery kiss, so gentle and so soft that it seemed like it was just a mere graze. She lingers her lips there for a couple of seconds as if she wants to savor this moment, and you both hear the door open, and you break off the kiss, pushing her away from you. You turn around and see your tattooed ex-teammate and friend staring at both of you, shocked.
“Oh wow. That was very unexpected.” She releases a surprised chuckle. “I’ll come back another time. I just left my sweater in here before.” She retrieves the sweater and she is about to leave when she turns around to the both of you, “I have to ask, though, when did you start dating, or whatever this is?”
“We are not dating.” Alexia turns to look at her, with her shoulders high and a serious face. She was closing off.
“Yeah. We are just casually keeping each other company?” You tentatively back up Alexia’s claim, clearly not realizing how weirdly you phrased it. Alexia’s face turned quickly to look at you weirdly. “Okay, that sounded a little bad. I apologize.”
“So you are hooking up?” Mapi concludes.
“Mapi!” Alexia rolls her eyes at her.
“What? It is true!” You slightly nod, making the other team's captain roll your eyes at you, too.
“I’d rather not discuss my sex life with you! I already know that in a matter of days, everybody from Barça will know, so the less you know, the better.”
“I would never tell anyone!” She replies, offended.
While you sit there still in the bed, observing the interaction between the two friends, clearly annoyed with each other, you could see though how much they cared and loved one another.
“So you wouldn’t tell Ingrid, right? I swear to god, you tell everything to that woman.”
“She’s my girlfriend!”
“Yes, but still, you can’t keep a secret for shit!”
“Well, at least I didn’t nearly break her nose and kick her in the groin.” She comments calmly, making you release a surprised chuckle, making the two girls turn to look at you but soon shift their attention to each other again.
“For the last time! I didn’t do it on purpose!”
“Okay, that’s enough. As much as I don’t care about this bickering, I think it’s enough for today.” You go to stand up, but Alexia froze you with her gaze. Making you not move from your position “Now come and hug me. I won’t be seeing you for a long time.” You open your arms, and she walks right in them.
“Take care, okay?” She says to you.
“I will. You too.”
“Let me see if I remember correctly. Ti voglio bene?” She asks, with her broken Italian accent.
“Si, Ti voglio bene anche io.” You chuckle. She exits the room, smirking at Alexia, leaving the two of you once again alone.
“Oh, I totally forgot. Can you pass me the bag that is under the table over there?” You point the bag with your finger while she quickly retrieves it and puts it on the bed next to you, where you are sitting, with your feet dangling in the air.
You quickly open the bag and hand her a little bag. She looks at you confused and then opens it.
“I made you cookies.” You explain, making her smile excitedly at the pastry.
“Why?” She turns to you incredulously, shocked by your kindness.
“Two days ago, you said that you liked them, and yesterday night, I made a batch for the team, so I thought that you would love to have them for your trip back to the airport. I made them also for Mapi.”
Her expression changed from incredulity to shock and then a mix between guilt and thankfulness. Seeing the shift in her face, your mind is plagued with doubt. “Did I overstep? I’m sorry. I just thought you might like something to eat. I always get very hungry after a match. I should’ve asked. I’m sorry.” You ramble quickly while you try to take the bag away from her, but she tightens her grip on them.
“No, you didn’t overstep.” She reassures you and gives you a big smile. “It’s just, nobody has ever done anything like this before. Thank you, Y/n. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s nothing, really. Even though you don’t deserve them, you still can have my cookies.” You tease her.
“Thank you. Thank you for the cookies, and thank you for the kiss. I have to get back to the locker room, or other people will start to wonder what we are doing here. I’ll see you tonight?” She asks as if it was the most normal thing.
“I can’t tonight. My parents are here, they came here from home to be at the match. Plus, I don’t think that we can do anything tonight.” Circling with your finger, your face.
“I just wanted to check up on you. Can you send me a text if it gets worse, please? I’m really glad, though, that there is someone with you tonight. I don’t think I could’ve slept well tonight if I knew that nobody would take care of you when I nearly broke your nose.”
“You are worrying too much. It’s just a bruise.”
“Yeah, but I don’t bruise the people that I dat- that I care about.”
“Ohh, you care about me!”
“Shut up. Do you want me to take the cookies to Mapi?”
“Yes, please.”
“I have to go now.” She hesitates. “Can I have a hug?” She asks shyly. You make her a sign to come to you, and she gently brings you her strong embrace, lightly pecking your neck in the process.
“I’ll see you next time?” She asks, hopeful.
“Goodbye, Alexia. Have a safe flight back home.”
-
‘Are you okay? Does it hurt?’
It was the third text that she had sent you that night. Every time, you would reassure her that it was nothing, just a bruise, but she didn’t care. She would ask you to send an update about your well-being every hour.
‘I’m okay, Alexia. Stop worrying too much.’
‘I don’t care. In an hour, I’ll send you another text.’
‘Don’t you have like other stuff to do than worry about me?’
She sent you a picture of her and Mapi eating the cookies you baked. ‘Yes, but I can multitask. Like rn, I’m eating your cookies.’
‘I’m glad that you like them.’
‘You’ll have to teach me how to do them.’
‘You wish, haha.’
“Who are you texting?” Mapi asks suggestively to her captain, seeing her smiling at her phone.
“Me? Oh, Y/n, I wanted to see if she was okay.” She replies, never taking her eyes off her phone.
“You are down bad for that girl.” She grins.
“No, I am not. We are just casually hanging out. Plus, she told me that she didn’t want to label it. To ‘just be’.”
“Well, I don’t usually bake cookies for nightstands when they nearly have broken my nose.”
“She was just being nice because I told her that I liked them when I went to her place.”
“So you didn’t have to buy souvenirs?”
“Are you really that dumb?”
“Well, well, well, I didn’t know that you had it in you to have a nightstand. Not even her, honestly.” Alexia pulls her head down, not looking at her friend sadly. “Oh my god! You like her, like her!”
“I don’t know, okay,” She says, frustrated. “In the beginning, it was just physical. But then we began talking and laughing, and I don’t know. She just makes me feel so happy and relaxed whenever I’m with her.”
“Maybe it’s just the good sex.”
“The sex is good. Like incredible. But the little moments we have after are what I look most forward to. She baked me cookies, for god’s sake; how am I supposed to compete with that?”
“Can I say something that I don’t know if it will make you feel better or not?”
“Just say it.”
“When I first met Y/n, she was this shy little girl who just came from the US. She knew very little Spanish, but she had a huge heart. We became very good friends; on the pitch, we worked perfectly; off the pitch, she was my best friend at Atletico. Everybody loved her there. We also met her girlfriend at the time.”
“Total bitch.”
“Yeah, she loved her so much, but what hurt the most was that Kate was bluntly taking advantage of her kindness and generosity. Nobody in the squad liked her. When we were about to leave for Barça together, I was so happy. It was our dream, and I loved playing with her, but then her ex called her, and she wouldn’t wait for Barça. We got into this huge fight; it was the only time I had seen her angry. And then she moved to Chelsea.
What I’m trying to say is that Y/n, is a very kind and giving person, especially to the people she cares about. She always puts herself second to others, especially when they are in need. Giving you cookies might seem like a small and weird gesture, but for her, it is just a way to make your day, even by a little, better. She wouldn’t do this for people she wouldn’t care about.”
-
The third time you see Alexia was during the Champions League game against Barcelona. Talking to your coach, you refused to mark her, so you opted to mark during the game Aitana instead. With Alexia, things were going weirdly. You started texting more since she nearly broke your nose. So now you were friends? You really didn’t know.
The day before the match, the Barcelona team was at your stadium to meet some of your teammates from each other’s national team, but you quickly ran up to Mapi and gave her a hug. She was with some of her teammates, Alexia included, talking to each other. You soon greet all of her other teammates, leaving Alexia last.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” She picks you up in the air and embraces you tightly. “You okay?” She asks you, slowly putting your feet back down on the pitch.
“I’m good.”
“How’s the nose?” She gently pinches it and moves it to see if there is any swelling.
“Stop smothering me. It’s been like six months now.” You take her hand away from you. “And don’t you dare injure me again tomorrow?”
“I’ll try my best.”
During the last six months, clips of Alexia injuring you from your previous two matches against you went viral. People saying that she hated you or that she didn’t care. Sometimes, even in interviews, people would ask you about your relationship with her or vice versa. And the both of you would simply say that you were just, unfortunate when playing against each other and that you were actually friends in real life.
-
It was match day, which meant that you were about to face the best team in the world, which frankly scared you a little. It was at home, so you really wanted to win or at least have a draw.
As you are about to go on the pitch, you meet your friends from Barça in line, and you go and shake their hands to all of them.
“We are swapping shirts after this?” You ask your ex-teammate, hoping that she would say yes.
“Sure. If I win, of course.” She replies cockily.
“We have a pretty good team, you know. I wouldn’t be so sure about a win.” You sent her a playful smirk while you walked to shake hands with Paños and then Alexia.
“Capitana.”
“Good luck out there.” She smiles, slightly lingering her hand in yours, and then the moment is destroyed by your skipper calling you back.
In the first half, you became the shadow of Aitana; she never got past you. The difference between her and Alexia was that the younger girl was much quicker and more stubborn with the ball.
“So you are not marking Alexia this time?” She asks you, still with the game going on.
“Nah, I’d rather preserve my physical well-being.” You joke, making the younger girl release a small chuckle, then go back to focus on the pitch.
Alexia was looking at your interaction on the other side of the pitch, rolling her eyes and scoffing.
The game was pretty balanced somehow. You were giving it your all, running way more than needed. You could already feel how sore your legs would be the next day, especially when you knew Alexia would be coming over tonight.
It was the 60th minute of the match, you were on the counter-attack, and you sent the perfect long ball to your number 9, and she was running to the goal. You knew that she would be swarmed by the opposing team in a matter of seconds, so you started running too, to give her some support. Your legs were hurting, but you kept on going; you would score one way or another. You were nearly at the box when Giacinti cut the ball perfectly to your right foot, and you powerfully kicked the ball off the right top bin. Everybody stopped, you stopped. All looking at the quick ball, which was currently in the air. Paños dived, but it was too late. The ball already went inside the net.
You ran to the side of the pitch where the fans were and kissed your badge, pointing at them. This was for them. Then, all of your teammates swarmed you and hugged you.
You raise your arms to make the fans get louder to cheer for your teammates. You were winning against the best team in the world. Now, you just need to keep it up; don’t let any slip or mistake jeopardize the victory.
As the final whistle blew, you could see the disappointed looks of the other team as they registered the first loss of their season, while you just dropped to the ground exhausted. Clearly, the stress from before the match and the running and shooting took a toll on you, and finally, you were able to rest.
“You ok?” You open your eyes to see Alexia staring at you worriedly.
“I’m good. I just need to catch my breath.” She offers her hands to help you stand up, and you gladly take them. “You were great today. No wonder you scored against us.” You thank her again and search for Mapi to swap shirts.
“So, do you still want to swap shirts?”
“Yes, of course!” She pulls her shirt and gives it to you, and you do the same. You go and hug her, “Do you want to go for dinner tonight?” She offers, while you look at her a little guilty.
“I already have plans. But for the next leg, for sure.”
“Plans with a certain tall woman from my team?”
“Who, Ingrid?” You tease her.
“No, idiot. Alexia.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You lightly blush, looking away from her knowing eyes.
“You know damn well what I am talking about.” She points her index finger at you, smiling. “I’m really happy that two of my favorite people started dating.”
“We are not dating.”
“If you say so!”
“I know so!” You saw all of your teammates leave for the locker room, “I have to go. Take care, okay? Don’t do anything stupid. Ti voglio bene.”
“Ti voglio bene. And you, too, don’t do anything that I wouldn’t do.”
“So you would fuck Alexia?” You began laughing.
“Eww, no. I’ll leave that to you.”
You playfully roll your eyes at her and then quickly hug her. “Bye, Mapi.”
“Bye.”
You quickly go to the locker room, but the UEFA people told you that you had just won the MOTM, so they wanted to give it to you. You pose for the picture, leave to change, and get ready for the night. You were exhausted. You kept yawning and barely kept your eyes open. But that night, you were going to see Alexia, and you really didn’t want to disappoint her.
That night, you picked her up from her hotel to get to your place; you were having a really relaxed and enjoyable conversation when you got inside your house and led her to your bedroom. You sat on her lap, and as you were about to kiss her for the first time in nearly six months, you yawned.
“Are you sure you want to do this? You look exhausted. Do you want to sleep?” She asks you worriedly, stopping you from doing anything else.
“No, no, I’m good. I don’t want to waste your time. I’ll be fine.” You go to kiss her, but once again, she stops you. She starts rubbing your thigh, soothing your aching muscles, making you close your eyes in relaxation.
“You are not wasting my time, cariño. I’m just happy to see you. We haven’t seen each other in nearly six months. We can just sleep if you want. We don’t have to do anything if you are not up to it.”
“I really like it.” You leave a small kiss on her nose.
“What?”
“The nickname, cariño.” You explain, feeling a warmth spreading in your chest. It had been some time since anyone had given you a nickname.
“Sorry, it just slipped.” She says, slightly blushing.
“I love it. Is it a problem for you if we just sleep? I’m really exhausted.”
“I’m okay with that. I’m really tired, too.”
“At what time do you leave tomorrow?”
“Not until in the afternoon.”
“Do you maybe want to stay tonight?” You ask shyly, tucking your head in her neck.
“There’s no other place that I would rather be.”
She makes you stand up, searching for something while you look at her confused.
“So, do you have any fresh clothes to change in? I don’t think you want to sleep in jeans.” She asks you while you point at your closet. She opens the first drawer and chuckles.
“Is that my shirt?” She throws it at you, making your face turn pink.
“Well, it’s comfy, and it smells like you. Correction: It smelled like you. Now it’s just the fabric’s smell.”
“I thought you had thrown it away.” She remarks sadly, throwing at you a pair of shorts.
“Why would I do that?”
“I don’t know.” She insecurely looks at you, changing the topic. “Can I borrow some shorts?”
“You can borrow anything you want.”
She takes a pair of shorts from your drawer and leaves to the bathroom to give you some privacy, which you thought was unnecessary as she has seen more of you than most people.
She returns to your room and lays down on your bed, making grabby hands for you to join her. You gladly do, sighing as you fall in her embrace, finally relaxing.
“Can I have a small kiss?” You ask her as you put your hand on her chest, quietly feeling her heartbeat.
“Ummm. Let me think about it.” She jokingly puts her hand on her chin, pretending to think. “Just one.”
“Only one? You are making me work for them?”
“Yep.” She pulls you for a slow kiss that takes your breath away. You hadn’t been kissing this woman for nearly half a year, and only now you realized how much you missed it. How much you missed her. As you finish the kiss, you both look at each other, “Okay, maybe another kiss.” You smile into the kiss as once again your lips met hers, and this time you melt into the kiss and break it off until you need to breathe again.
“Buonanotte, Alexia”
“Goodnight, cariño.” You snuggle into her as she tightens her embrace, making you feel safe for the first time since you were little.
The next morning, you wake up with an empty bed. You sit up sadly, thinking Alexia left without saying goodbye or having breakfast. You leave your room and go to the kitchen to get some coffee, and there, you see her. She was rummaging through your cupboards when you walked to her and hugged her from behind.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning, cariño. Did you sleep well?” She feels her relax in your embrace while you snake your hands under her shirt, gently scratching her abs.
“Really, really well.”
“I’m glad.”
“What are you doing?” You ask her, peeking with your head around her back.
“I’m trying to understand how this thing works.” You turn to see that she has it in her hands, a Moka.
You chuckle, gently pushing her to the side, taking it from her hands, and unscrewing the top of the coffee maker. You prepare the moka, and then you put it on the stove. In the meantime, you go to retrieve some mugs; they were on the highest cupboard, so you had to stand on your tippy toes to get the mugs, but your lover? Could you call her that? Walked behind you while putting a hand on your side and retrieved them for you, making you want to giggle at the action.
“Showing off your height, are we?”
“Me? Never. I’m just helping out my short queen.”
“Oh wow. How chivalrous.”
You both sit down at your little table and bring a piece of cake from your fridge.
“Do you want a piece?” You offer, getting a piece for you.
“Did you make it?”
“Yes, I did. Yesterday morning. It’s still good.”
“I swear to god, Y/N. You’ll get me out of shape if you keep feeding me.” She remarks jokingly, taking a bite from yours.
“Hey! That was mine!” You smack her hand away from your little plate, offended.
You stay together for another hour, and then you go back to the hotel very reluctantly. You didn’t know what it was, but something shifted that night between the two of you. You didn’t know if it was because you hadn’t seen each other in so long or because there were a lot of unresolved and unspoken feelings between the two of you. But when you said goodbye to her this time, it felt sadder and more longing.
You didn’t want to leave her side, nor did she, for that matter. You gave her a last kiss. She called you for the last time, cariño, and then she left. Leaving you this weird feeling lingering in your chest that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.
-
In the second leg of the Champions’sChampion, you didn’t play as you got injured two days before. It was nothing major, but it still stopped you from playing the match, which you really wanted to. You knew this would be your last season in Roma, and you wanted to bring your team to new heights.
As soon as the whistle blew, your team lost 2-0, and you felt a wave of sadness come over to you. And that was where it really hit you. This would be your last season at Roma, last season with the girls. You went on the pitch with your crutches, picking your teammates up from the ground and consoling them, trying to keep your own emotions at bay. Your team soon huddles up, and your coach makes a speech, but it was all a blur for you. You shut yourself off completely and left immediately after the pitch.
You go inside the hallway away from the cameras and push your back to the wall, resigned. You didn’t cry. But you needed to isolate yourself and not show any weaknesses to your teammates. At least one of you needed to be strong.
“Cariño?” You hear a soothing whisper while hands cover your face. You recognize the warmth of the hands, which make you bask in contact. “Are you okay?”
“Alexia, what are you doing here? You should be out celebrating with your teammates. You got into the quarters.” You slightly push her away.
“Don’t push me away, please. What do you need?”
“I need a hug, please. Can you hug me?” Your eyes twinkle wetly with a vulnerability that Alexia has never seen before.
She quickly acquiesces to your needs and brings you in a tight hug. Your head was on her chest because of the height difference, and you could feel her heartbeat soothing and giving a rhythm to your brain. She began placing small kisses on the top of your head, and her hands rubbed your back to give you as much comfort as possible.
“Are you okay?” She whispers worriedly.
“I just realized that this will be my last Champions League with Roma and my last year with my teammates. I just feel a little vulnerable. But I’ll be okay, eventually.”
“Let’s get you home.”
“Alexia. I will be no good company tonight. When I am sad, I only watch romance movies or listen to sad songs. It’s not pretty. And you don’t have any obligation towards me.”
“I know, but I still want to. We can do all those things that you listed together. Let me take care of you.” She offers, smiling earnestly at you, making it impossible for you to say no.
“Okay, but if at any time you want me to go, I’ll leave. I’d hate to be a burden.” She rolls her eyes at your stubbornness.
She kisses your forehead. “Give me five minutes, and I’ll be with you.” She left quickly to her changing room, making you smile dumbly at her. At that specific moment, Mapi casually walks past you, rolling her eyes. “Definitely just hooking up.” She says ironically, leaving without the opportunity to say anything else.
Alexia was back to you in precisely five minutes and ready to leave. Meanwhile, you told your teammate that you would leave alone and be back tomorrow morning, to which she replied with a very suggestive smirk. You honestly really weren’t hiding anymore the fact that you were hooking up with a Barcelona player. All the team basically knew it, also your national team, so it was no surprise.
-
You get to her home, and she soon gives you some of her clothes to make you more comfy and then makes you sit on the couch and gives you a small blanket. Her little dog, Nala, sat on your lap, asking for cuddles. It was almost perfect, it just needed-
“Do you need something else? Do you want some food? Something to drink?” She was acting all serious, and while you just beamed at her, you realized that nobody had ever wanted to take care of you like she was doing right now. Your heart exploded with affection for the woman who was currently making herself so available to your every need.
“I just need you. Can you hold me, please?” She quickly sits on the couch and waits for you to come to her. “Watch out for my leg; it’s still injured.” You lightly warn her so she would make any movements towards your leg.
Your head was on her chest, some romance movie was playing in the background, and she was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, trying to lighten your fragile mood.
“So this is going to be your last year at Roma? You are not renewing?” You shake your head.
“So, where are you going?”
“Is that really a question when you already know the answer?” You tell her you weren’t looking at her face, but you could feel her face adorn with another one of her beautiful smiles.
“You are moving to Barcelona?” She asks, clearly trying to hide her excitement.
“Nothing is official yet, but I already talked to your coach. If everything goes to plan, we will be teammates. But don’t say anything to Mapi. I want to give her a surprise.”
“So we will play together? On the same team?”
“Si, piccola mia. We will play on the same team.”
“I guess we were never meant to play against each other.” She chuckles jokingly.
“I guess not. I think we were destined to play together.”
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Christmas Meeting
Hello everyone!
Here is a new Christmas story, based on the one I wrote recently, Hide and Seek.
I already have some ideas for others but if you have any, I listen to you gladly!
TW : None.
Hiding your relationship with Alessia wasn’t easy every day, but it at least saved you from having to make introductions with your in-laws. But now that most of your loved ones are aware, Alessia also told her family and it was with a hesitant look that the blonde arrived at your house one November evening. "My parents would like to meet you" she quickly confessed, torturing her fingers. "Oh" was your first answer, not knowing if it was a good thing or not given the worry that was drawn on your girlfriend’s features.
But you quickly realized that what worried her was a possible negative answer from you. You accepted and Alessia immediately relaxed, while on your side you stressed a little more with each passing day. The invitation was for December and a family Christmas meal. You want to make a good impression with the Russo you’ve never really met. They all see who you are, you’re still Lucy Bronze’s little sister. But it is also true that you never really spoke to them, other than informally.
So it’s nervous as a flea that you arrive at Alessia’s family home, the one where she grew up. You know by this same Alessia that you will be the last arrivals, her brothers and their families being already there. Alessia hates the train, so you went with her car.
"One last kiss" begs the blonde by leaning towards you after parking her car in the driveway.
Despite your nervousness, you smile and lean in her direction. Over time, you wonder how you managed to retain these tender gestures for so long in public. You love it when she slips an arm around your waist when you walk or when she kisses you on the cheek when she comes to meet you in the stands after a football match.
"Mmh, one more" whispers Alessia against your lips, making you smile.
A few minutes later, Alessia holds your hand as you prepare to enter the house. By habit, the blonde rings at the door before entering, throwing a cheerful "We’re here". It only takes a few seconds for Alessia’s mother to get out of what you imagine to be the kitchen, wearing an apron and holding a wooden spoon in her hand. Her smile is resplandissant, testifying to the pleasure she has to see her daughter. After hugging Alessia, she turns to you and offers you a big smile.
"Welcome home Y/N".
After the official greetings, you find yourself sitting next to Alessia with a glass of Italian wine in hand. Her older brother, Luca is there with his wife and Giorgio also brought his girlfriend. There are also Alessia’s grandparents and discussions happily mingle with each other. You are secretly relieved to see that Alessia seems to have taken on the mission of not leaving you alone for a single second.
You are at the break between the two main meals when Giorgio and Luca come to sit in front of you, looking at you with a serious and almost cold air that makes you look at Alessia. You see her rolling her eyes at the very moment when Giorgio speaks, looking at you with a calculating air.
"AC Milan or Juventus?"
"Seriously guys?" sighs Alessia
But her brother beckons her to be silent, raising his hand, without leaving you with his eyes. Next to him, Luca did not move either.
"Uh… AC Milan?"
You turn slightly to Alessia, who shrugs her shoulders, seeming to indicate that you do not have much choice to answer.
"Real Madrid or FC Barcelona?"
"Barcelona"
"Manchester United or Manchester City?"
At the question, you see from the corner of your eye the paternal grandfather of Alessia leaning with an interested air in your direction.
"Well… my sister played in City, but I’d still say Manchester United."
You see the two brothers exchange a look and you begin to find it rather funny. With their muscles and tattoos, they remind you of the movie "The Godfather".
"Chelsea or Arsenal?"
"Arsenal, for obvious reasons" you answer, taking another look in Alessia's direction.
She laughs softly and you feel her hand on your knee under the table. You don't make yourself pray to seize it with your own, delicately mixing your fingers with hers.
"Paris or Lyon?"
"Honestly… neither of them"
An amused exclamation escapes from Luca’s lips, who lets himself go against the back of his chair. He's the first to talk after that, even though he has not spoken a word so far.
"I think I like her."
"Yeah, me too. We have to believe that little Lessi finally understood how to choose the right people" adds Giorgio maliciously.
Little Lessi coldly shows him her middle finger, making the two brothers laugh before getting up as quickly as they arrived. Alessia barely has time to apologize for their behavior as the next dish is placed on the table by your mother-in-law. At this rate, you’ll probably explode soon.
You are digesting your meal on the living room sofa after discovering Alessia’s teenage bedroom when it's Alessia’s father’s turn to sit in front of you. He holds a glass bottle with a liquid that looks rather thick with two shot glasses in his other hand
"Dad" warns Alessia, frowning.
But he just smiles at her, before talking to you.
"This is liquor my uncle make in our village in Sicily. You want to taste it?"
Mario speaks directly to you and you obviously cannot refuse him his proposal. You are relieved to see that your hand doesn't tremble when you toast with him, discreetly pressing against the hand that Alessia put in your back.
You were prepared for it, but the alcohol is even stronger than you could have imagined. You are honourably holding back a coughing fit, but the grimace on your face is unmistakable.
"So?" asks Mario, smiling.
"It’s… strong" you manage to answer, voice slightly hoarse.
Your father-in-law nods, looking like he want to say that’s what’s interesting. As you wonder how you are going to finish your drink without passing in your girlfriend's arms, you realize that Giorgio is discreetly beckoning you to pass your drink to him. Too quickly for Mario to realize it, he empties it and gives it back to you, attracting a complicit and appreciative look of his little sister.
In the late afternoon, some of the family members propose to go for a walk. But, claiming a little tranquility, Alessia takes you upstairs instead. Even though the Russos are very nice people, you are happy to have a little respite and to find Alessia’s room.
"It’s snowing again" you realize by looking out the window.
The ground is already covered with a thick layer of white snow, but with the sun setting, the view from the window of Alessia’s room is rather pretty. Alessia having positioned herself next to you to observe it, you let yourself go against her, leaning your head on her shoulder.
"Thank you for coming" softly whispers the pretty blonde while laying a kiss on your head.
"Of course" you answer in the same tone.
A few moments pass, during which you continue to look outside. As you feel your body getting heavier against Alessia as the seconds go by, she turns to you with an eyebrow arch.
"Are you drunk?"
Despite you you giggle and only that could give the answer to Alessia. Between the wine of the meal and Mario’s digestive, God forgives you, but you are indeed a little.
"Tipsy?"
Alessia smiles and puts her two arms around your waist to hold you tight. You know you’ll have to come down in a few dozen minutes, certainly, when the others come back. But for now, you are determined to enjoy the company of Alessia. You raise your face in her direction, drawing her features with the help of your eyes.
"You’re starring."
"Yes. But I have the right to do it."
Laughing, Alessia shifts her attention to you before answering. You can see her eyes sparkles and God, you are so in love with her.
"That’s right. And I have the right to do that."
One of her arms leaves your waist, to allow her to gently take your cheek in her hand and draw your face against hers. A split second her lips are on yours and you pass your arms around her neck to enjoy this kiss. That’s when you realize your fears were stupid. As long as you’re with Alessia, you know she’ll do anything to make you feel good.
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I'm happy if you're happy (Charles Leclerc)
Despite being known faces to the public, Charles and Y/N manage to keep it (almost) low key when they go to a Champions League match
Note: english is not my first language. I thought about something like this as soon as I found out he was there and the request just came to prove that we all think alike and seem to have the same wish in life
Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!
Tw: briefly mentions puberty related body changes
When Charles found out that Juventus and the team you supported were in the same Champions League group, he hoped that you would be able to go and watch a game together as a way of relaxing and enjoying a football match like a normal couple would. Sure, he was grateful for all his fans and knew that without them he wouldn't be where he is, but that didn't mean that he sometimes wished he could go out and not have to worry about running into people who knew who he was. But over the years, since you started dating, he had learnt with how to balance everything out. You had started acting later than your colleagues, only finding how much you enjoyed the mixture between singing and acting that musical theatre provided later on your teenage years, and after many smaller plays, you were now one of the actresses directors first thought about contacting whenever they had a movie or a show that required singing, your voice being quickly spread over the many soundtracks of recent productions. And with it all, you helped Charles learn, like you had been learning too, the balance between being a known person around the world but still managing to live a pretty normal life.
So, when Andrea announced that the Juventus group stage game against your team was during the week Charles knew you were going to be home, he didn't think twice and asked him to get tickets for you as well.
Arriving at the Allianz Stadium, you had managed to get in the box without making too much fuss, the security staff guaranteeing that all of the reporters were not allowed in that area of the stadium and wishing you a good game. You sat next to Charles as Jeremy and Andrea took their seats too, watching the players from yout team entering the pitch for their warm-up, "Tell me, Y/N, how are you going to feel when your team looses? Just so that were prepared to deal with you in a few hours time", Andrea teased you since they were all supporting the italian team, "I know it's going to be a hard game for them, but I still have hope they'll get a good result", you said firmly as you opened your bag, pulling out the scarf you've had since you were a kid, a sweet memory of going to your first game with your grandpa, "Oh, she came prepared!", your boyfriend's personal trainer mused, "and I didn't bring my t-shirt because I haven't bought a new one since I got the one when I was a boobless teenager going through puberty", you playfully teased back. "Well, I like your boobs now, no need to hide them in a tight t-shirt", Charles whispered in your ear, pressing a kiss on your neck, "thank you baby. I like your boobies too", you patted his chest over the t-shirt that left little to the imagination about the muscles under it. Giggling as Jeremy fake gagged, you clapped along when you heard the fans that had travelled to see the game sing one of the team's support chants, "you could go and sing along with them. Although I think your pretty and well located voice would be very different compared to theirs", Charles pointed out, "yeah, I don't think we'd hear Y/N that much", Andrea said as he handed you a bottle of water you has asked him to get since he offered to bring you something, "thank you", you said before taking a sip, "Oh, when I was little I always wanted to go to their stand in the home stadium and chant with them, but my grandpa always said that I would end up swallowed in the middle of them", you reasoned, "and I'm sure my manager wouldn't be very happy to know that I was straining my voice like that". Humming in agreement, Jeremy spoke directly to you, "by the way, I saw your latest movie last week with my family, they all loved it, and my niece seems to think that she can now sing like your character", he said, cringing at the memory, "For the first time only last week? Jeremy, mate. You don't know what you are loosing", Charles replied, "and of course she want to be like Y/N, she has the most beautiful voice ever", he said looking into your eyes as you rested your arm on the armrest to support you so your lips could kiss your boyfriend's, "thank you, mon amour".
The teams had now gone back to the dressing rooms and you were watching Charles and Andrea talk about some new plan he had for him when you heard the Champions League Anthem, whistling as the players found their positions on the pitch, "I didn't know you could whistle like that", Charles said, shocked that in the years you had been dating he had never seen you do it, "Please, she does that everytime you overtake someone in your races", Andrea forwarded, smiling at you.
It only took Juventus a few minutes to score the first goal, the three men erupting in cheer as you crossed your arms over your chest, not even looking at them before deciding to join the clapping with the fans from your team, "How are you feeling Y/N?", Jeremy asked, leaning over in his seat so he could see you, "It was a nice goal, to be fair, bht there's still a lot of game to play", you replied shortly as your eyes followed the ball, feeling Charles place his hand back on your thigh and squeezing it.
Just before half-time your team scored, you jumping up on your seat when the striker dribbled to the goal, letting out a squeal when the ball hit the back of the net before looking back at Jeremy, the smile on your face earning a huff from him, "like you said, there's stil game to play".
"I don't want to jinx it, but it's been really nice just being here with you, no one asking for pictures or autographs, just enjoying a game with you and my friends", Charles said near your ear as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, the music blasting through the stadium's speakers during the half-time requiring that closeness, not that you minded. You nodded, "yes, I'm quite surprised but I guess people are more worried about the game, as they should too. They're all playing really well", you said as you noticed the players going back in the pitch, doing all sorts of jumps and leg exercises to warm back up.
The second part had been tense, your team scoring ten minutes in as Juventus tried to get past them, you getting up everytime the goalkeeper made a defense, making Charles grab your hips so you could sit on his lap, "they're probably winning because you are supporting them so vividly", Andrea mumbled, "you always say I'm a nice supporter, the best one even", hou tried to reason, the teasing glint in your eyes, "That is when you are supporting me, not all of them", Charles chirped in as he gestured to the men running on the pitch, making you kiss his cheek sweetly before returning to clapping.
Unluckily for Juventus, they were unable to score a goal, leaving the end result 1-2.
"I could be a really bad sport now, and tease all of you, but I'm just going to respectfully say it was a well disputed match", you said while you waited for the fans to exit the stadium before you guys could make your own way out of the stadium once the crowds were gone.
When you got to the hotel room, you were exhausted, going to the bathroom for your night routine before coming back to the bedroom area and grabbing one of Charles' t-shirts to sleep in while he was in the bathroom. You watched as your boyfriend put on his sleep shorts, reminding yourself how lucky you were that he was all yours, opening the sheets on his side of the bed so you could cuddle into his chest, him getting the hint straight away and snuggling into his pillow, looking for his comfortable position before grabbing your waist under his t-shirt and pushing your body to his, "we should do this more often, you know? It's not like we don't try, but I really love just having you with me, no one bothering. We were really lucky today and it might not happen again so soon, but I rely enjoyed it", you whispered as you kissed his naked chest, sleep already catching up with you. Brushing some hairs out of your face, Charles smiled as looked at you, "I know, me too. It's a shame they lost though", he chuckled, earning a small giggle from you, "yeah, but there's always the second leg. Maybe you'll be happier there", you said as he noticed your eyes were definitely closing for good, "Goodnight, mon coeur. I love you so much", he said pressing a kiss to your forehead, your mutter of a "sweet dreams handsome I love you too" bringing a blushy smile to his face.
Since he hadn't been to tired, Charles browsed through Instagram for a bit when he noticed a message from a fan, opening it to see a video of a girl recording her blunt reaction to the second goal your team scored and, in the back, he could see you celebrating while he was looking at you, amused by your reaction and what he thought people often referred to his look of love. The message read Ciao Charles, I don't mean to sound creepy but I was recording my reaction to the goal and I only realised that it was you and Y/N in the back when I got home. I'm not posting it anywhere because I know you value your privacy, but I thought it was too cute of a moment to not share with you. I hope you had a nice time and that the second leg works better in our favour!
Yeah, at the end of the day, he was happy if you were happy.
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Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Boss Me Around Part 4/6
⚠️ Warning ⚠️
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Reader is a former yacht girl now newly moved to Turin, Italy for her job as a real-estate accountant. There she meets Dusan Vlahovic, a former client of hers, a client she never thought to see again. However, with Dusan being Readers new boss their past becomes a liability. Nevertheless the spark between them still lives. This story is a romcom with both His and Her POV!
Enjoy!
The car ride wasn't awkward, it was just quiet. So quiet.
Dusan drove with confidence, one hand on the steering wheel. You watched him maneuver his car through the streets of Turin. The night was young. People roamed the streets with a hymn for the weekend. You on the other hand, was planning for a weekend featuring a desperate search for a new job. It was strange to be cramped into a space with the cause of your problems. He seemed so at peace however, zoned out from reality. Perhaps he hadn't picked up the documents yet. Then he would've know that you were quitting on him.
"Is it the first building or the second one?"
"Huh?"
You were brought out of your head as Dusan turned the corner, the car already rolling onto the streets of your apartment complex.
Dusan turned his head, seeing that he had lost you for a second. He smiled and did not mind repeating himself. "Should I drop you off here or over there?" He asked.
"Oh. Right. Over there." You pointed to the tall building shielded by the one you were currently parked by. Dusan took his foot of the break and let the car roll down the hill. Slowly. Almost as if he was biding his time.
"Strange." He scuffed. "I own this whole block of apartments but I've never once made it past the second floor in neither of them."
"Very strange." You nodded, eager to get out of the car. Dusan must have noticed this, because as soon as the car stop rolling and your hand streched for the doorhandle, a hand went to stop you from leaving.
"Dusan?" You frowned, looking down at his hand that lay flat against your thigh. He pulled it away seeing the startled look on your face, but that did not stop him from staring at you as if the whole world had gone dark and you were the only light left in it to guide him.
"I really am sorry." He said, his throat moving when he swallowed. "For being an asshole. I really am."
"I believe you." You batted your eyes, quite taken aback by how sincere he came across. As if he really cared about what you thought of him.
"You must understand my position in this. If someone were to find out about our past." He swallowed once more. "About what happened in Miami....."
"They won't." You nodded. "Don't even worry about it, because..."
"You're leaving me, I know." He sounded unhappy by the fact. Nevertheless he had found your two weeks notice amongst the documents and now the cat was out of the bag.
You sat back in the passenger seat, your gaze held ahead of you. "It's for the best."
He chuckled.
"What's so funny?" You turned to look at him. He was looking ahead, hands still clenching the steering wheel. In the light coming down from the apartments above you noticed it, his dimples. He also had a carved jaw, strong and set to crush lesser men's dreams. He was beautiful, but you already knew that. And the smell of him, it was awfully familiar, invading your nostrils as he leaned towards you.
"Hey, you okay?"
He touched you again. A light stroke with his fingers nipping your chin. He wanted you to meet his eyes.
"Dusan I..."
"Yes?"
"I...."
You were so lost in it all. The smell of him, his touch. It brought back memories. Good ones.
"Do you want to come up with me....?"
The dent between his brow made you unsure of yourself.
"For tea." You clarified. Who doesn't want tea?
Dusan's hand let go of your chin, along with his gaze that also faltered. It looked to be regret.
"Or don't come up for tea, it's whatever."
You hurried with the belt, fumbling terribly.
"Y/N?"
There was a slight drop from the car down to the ground, making you stumbled on your way out.
"Y/N?"
You tipped toe on your heels, moving quickly towards the entrance to your building. You felt embarrassed to the point of wanting to duck under your bed covers. Matter of fact, it's the first thing you'd do when confined between the safe walls of your apartment.
"Y/N, wait!"
Dusan was out of the car, quickly trailing your steps. You turned around to find him inches away from you, his chest rising with his heavy breathing.
"What?" You demanded, quite rude of you.
"I'm not sure I'm allowed to park here." He said, to which you frowned. "Huh?"
"The car." He pointed. "I don't know how long I'm allowed to stand here. But if we're having tea I should find a better place to park, no?"
Heat rose to your face as you were blushing pathetically. "You...you want to come up for tea?"
"Of course." He said, almost insulted that you'd think underwise. But then his face softened. "If you'll still have me?"
The warmth that spread through your body lingered and did not go away. You didn't want it to go away, not now, not ever. "Leave it here." You said, nudging your head towards the Range Rover.
"But won't I get a ticket?"
You search your bag for your keys, pressing, the tag to the entrance for it to open. "Don't worry, I know the owner of this place."
"You do?"
You held the door open for Dusan, but he was hesitant to enter.
"Yes, however he's a real asshole."
The corner of his lip tugged into a smile. Dusan looked to you in wonder, perhaps not sure of what to make of you. "You're a real smartass, you know that right?"
"I take that as a complement, thank you."
You slipped inside and let the door shut behind you. You were glad to see that Dusan was tracing his steps behind you.
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She was well into telling him about her plans for the place. How she wanted to repaint the kitchen and buy a brand new couch for the living room. Dusan however, was well into planning on when to take a day off from work, and where in Turin one could buy good paint. The best paint, since Y/N deserves it all.
"And then I'm sort of planning to remodel the bathroom. But I'm not sure how long that will take now that I'm..." She paused abruptly, staring blankly at him as they sat across from each other in the small but cozy kitchen, tea cups in hand.
"Now that you're what?" He asked, cooking his head with curiosity.
"It's nothing, nevermind." She said, and withdrew herself.
Dusan frowned. "No. Come on. Tell me. What's stopping you from renovating your new bathroom?"
She blushed. She tired to hide it but Dusan caught her flushed expression before she bowed her head. "Well I am sort of on the market..." She mumbled.
Dusan frowned. "On the market for what?"
She inhaled deeply, raising her head to meet his eyes. "For a new job, Dusan."
"Right. " He sighed and took a long sip of his tea. It was cold by now.
"I'm not even sure I can get a new job in the city." She continued. "I might even have to move to another town."
Dusan worried about the distress in her voice, the distress that he had caused. "It won't be necessary." He interrupted.
She frowned. "What won't be necessary?"
Dusan hated how she could paralyze him with one gaze. How one stern look from her made him question his whole identity. His whole manhood. "You won't have to quit your current job." He explained. "That is, if we keep our distance."
It would be hard, avoiding her. He could move her office to another floor. However the other employees would wonder why, especially Louisa. But what if he moved his office to another floor? Yes. He would do that for her. If it guaranteed that she'd stay. Stay with him.
"And if we don't?"
Her words echoed through the kitchen like a stoic citation. It lingered in the air as Y/N, kept her eyes on Dusan, waiting for him to answer her.
"If we don't?" He repeated with a raised brow.
"I mean..." She tried to refrace the question but the damage was already done. Y/N rolled her eyes. "I didn't mean it like that."
He smirked. "But you did."
"Don't get ahead of yourself." She stood, collecting their cups of tea even if Dusan's wasn't empty. She brought the dishes to the sink, dumping them inside. She turned to face him with an expression that clearly stated that their night was over.
Dusan did not protest, nor went against her desire for him to leave. But then he thought of something she had said. "As a yacht girl...." Her eyes widened with that sentence, not expecting him to bring up the subject. "You don't get paid to...you know?" He had no better way of saying it. "...you know?"
Y/N arched her brow. "Have sex with people?"
He nodded. "Yes."
"No. Like I said, I'm only paid to keep people company. Those are the rules."
Dusan nodded. Not sure if he believed her. He came around the kitchen table, approaching the sink. "But you had sex with me." He said, to which she sighed.
"Yes, Dusan. I had sex with you."
"So you broke a rule then?"
Her expression furrowed, not sure what he was playing at. Nevertheless, she carefully watched him approach the sink, stopping as he eventually stood before her.
"Why did you break a rule for me, Y/N?"
She snorted. "God, you're so full of yourself." She turned her back on him, preparing to do do the dishes, turning on the water. She gasped when Dusan pressed against her. His front against her back. He went to turn off the running water and the newfound quiet enhanced the sound of her aroused panting.
"Tell me the truth." He whispered, his voice in her ear. "You fucked me, even though you didn't have to."
"I wanted to." She moaned, her body slumped down against his chest, his stiff erection poking her in the ass.
"Why?" He demanded answers. "He demanded to know that it was true, that she had wanted him as much as he had wanted her."
"Because I like you."
Dusan turned her over, forcing her to face him. Her forhead knocked against his and Dusan grunted as his erection was now growing against the breach of her entrance, forcing her to shift her stans. "You like me." He chuckled. She spoke in present terms.
"Is that so hard to believe?"
He raised his head, her eyes on him. She was beautiful, staring up at him with innocence. Completely unaware of how desperate he was to tear her to pieces.
"If you only knew how much I want you too." He groaned.
She grinned. "I think I might have an idea."
Her hand slipped between them, searching for the length of him, squeezing it through his pants. Dusan stumble forward and groaned into her mouth. They came together with force, Dusan having to control himself not to knocked the back of Y/N's head against the cupboards.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. It was shamless and the consequences that followed would be severe. But right then and there, as Dusan's hands squeezed the curve of her ass, pressing her harder against his aching cock, he couldn't care less about the consequences. Tomorrow might as well not come. He would fuck her as if they only had tonight.
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I’ve seen your a juventus fan so am I so maybe can I request reader and Kylian dating but reader is a Juve fan and when it’s PSG against Juve and juve lost and they’re basically out of champions league you feel sad instead of celebrating with your boyfriend and you kinda argue about it, like he’s disappointed because he wanted for you to cheer for him but at the stadium you wore Juventus jersey and he got mad but you got mad the most because in that moment he had no respect about your team knowing how much you love Juventus please❤️❤️❤️ Angst and some fluff at the end please thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️
I’m Juventus number one fan so of course I can write about this🤭❤️
Plus I was so sad when Juve lost against PSG twice but still, I was happy for Kylian because he’s dreaming about winning the champions league sooo❤️
Anyway with everything that is going on with Juve I really need to write something about this so thank you so much for requesting this ⭐️
kylian mbappe x reader
Juventus is better than you
You were born in an italian family where football was more important than Christmas or Easter. You were only 4 when Italy won the World Cup in 2006 but you remember it like it was yesterday. Your parents were both Juventus fan and growing up they often would bring you at the stadium to see their games so it was normal for you to be a Juventus fan now. You grew up loving those black and white colors. Every birthday you asked for the same things. Whether it was a ticket to their new match or a new jersey with your favorite player, Juventus was there. It sadden you when you had to leave Torino, the city where you were born and grew up in to follow your parents in Paris but you were only 16 and you couldn’t say no. Four years after, you were 20 and still living in Paris but with a plot twist, you were dating Kylian Mbappè. You’ve met him in a restaurant when he accidentally mistaken you for a person he was waiting for. You were pretty sure he wasn’t waiting for no one and he just wanted to approach you but he had no idea how. After that accident he wanted to “apologize” for his bad scene so he asked for your number and he took you out the next day. You started dating a few weeks after, it was love at first sight. You kept your relationship private for a few months but eventually paparazzi found out and you became “famous”. You didn’t mind it, people liked you. You were kind and spontaneous, always posting funny videos with Kylian on your tiktok and also opening your youtube channel where you talked about football. Nothing bad to say, you were pretty loved by everyone.
The only thing that Kylian couldn’t change was the fact that you weren’t a PSG fan, of course you always supported him at his games but you weren’t a fan. There was only one team in your heart and that was Juventus.
He was sad at first but after meeting your parents he knew it was in your DNA and he couldn’t do much about it. Instead he became supportive and watched the games with you. Always cheering with you when they won.
But your happiness broke down when you saw that PSG and Juve were in the same tournament for qualifying in the champions league. You knew it would have been hard for your team, not only because they had to go against PSG twice but also because they were facing Benfica, another strong team.
You really were speechless.
Kylian said nothing when he saw the tournament because he didn’t want to upset you. After almost two years of relationship he knew how much you loved Juventus, probably more than him.
The first game Juventus lost. You knew it would have been a hard match but did Kylian really have to score twice? He was so happy about it that you were pretty sure he didn’t care about your feelings in that moment and it made you sad. You knew how much he wanted to win the champions league but still, your favorite team lost and you couldn’t be happy for him.
The second game was worse. Juventus lost again but this time it was over, they were out of the champions league. Of course Kylian scored in that game too but you were so sad seeing Juventus like this that you couldn’t celebrate with him. What hurt the most is that you were back in Torino, your hometown where everyone you loved was there just to see Juve losing to PSG.
You wrapped your hands around your body, holding the jersey you were wearing closer to your body, the juventus jersey that your parents got you for your birthday last year.
You let a few tears fall.
You weren’t the only one, a lot of Juve fans were sad about the non qualification in the champions league but you were more worried about the fact that somehow you would have to face Kylian.
You knew he wouldn’t stop talking about it and you had no intention of listening him talking about his goal all night long.
You saw him celebrating in the pitch and he gestured you to come down and celebrate with him and his team. Instead you left the stadium, still crying knowing he would be mad at you for letting him celebrating alone when all of his teammates had their wives and girlfriends in the pitch with them.
You wanted to go back to your old home but you knew you couldn’t so instead you drove back to the hotel waiting for Kylian to arrive. You showered and changed, laying in the couch trying to fall asleep so you wouldn’t have to face Kylian but you were too sad about that night that you couldn’t fall asleep.
You heard the door opening, sign that Kylian was back from the game.
“Why didn’t you come down when I called you?” he asked you not even greeting you
“Well hello to you” you said sitting on the bed
“I’m serious…you made me look like a fool” he said dropping his bag on the floor
“I’m sorry I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate” you said sarcastically. Was he serious?
“You could have come down and supported me…”
“Not when you beat my team, you knew it that I wouldn’t have supported you tonight so don’t act surprised” you said angrily
“Of course you wouldn’t. I knew it but still you could have shown some respect to my team” he spat back
“Oh fuck off Kylian!”
“What? You’re mad because I won? You knew someone was going to win tonight and you also knew that it wasn’t Juventus…” he said with a venomous voice
“I’m mat because you’re not showing any respect! You won? Congrats! But don’t come here and spitting it in my face! I don’t give a shit if you won!” you said back and his face changed into mad to sad but in that moment you didn’t care about him
“I thought I had a supportive girlfriend by my side…” he said looking down
“You know I always support you! But tonight? You know I couldn’t…not when we are talking about my team, my city…Kylian you asked me too much tonight…” you tried to resonate with him
“Still, you can’t change the fact that we won and your team lost, you can’t stay mad at me forever!”
“No of course I can’t change the fact that we lost but it would be nice if you wouldn’t have to spit in my face every two seconds!” you said back
“Why? Can’t you be happy for me?” he asked you and you couldn’t take it anymore
“No Kylian! I can’t! Not now, not tonight! How would you feel if you didn’t qualify? You wouldn’t be happy so neither am I!”
“But I did qualify and all I am asking you is to be happy for me!” at his point you were both screaming but you didn’t care
“You don’t understand Kylian! I’m very proud of you but still, my favorite team, the team I’ve been supporting all my life just lost…why can’t you understand that?”
“Why can’t you understand that this victory was important for me uh?” he shouted back
“I’m tired I want to sleep” you said giving up, knowing you would have kept fighting
“No we are gonna talk about it!”
“About what Kylian? You won and Juve lost stop…”
“You didn’t even congratulate with me, I’m so disappointed in you right now!”
“Okay go on, say how much of a bad girlfriend I am because I didn’t support you tonight, say how much you are disappointed or sad or mad at me, it won’t change anything…” you started crying, all you wanted was for him to understand your pain
“Yes y/n I’m very disappointed in you right now…” he spat back
“I really don’t care” you said with a blank face
“I see that”
“You know, when I had no one Juventus was there, when I had no friends because I was the weird girl who loved football at school Juventus was there, you more than anyone should understand what I feel for this team and I can’t believe your blaming me for being sad that they lost…I’m very proud of you, I am, but this will take time…” you said crying.
He didn’t reply. He was to shocked to even speak. He let you do your things because he didn’t know what to say.
He was finally understanding what this meant to you but you already laid in bed, almost falling asleep.
“Babe…” he called you once he laid in bed next to you “I didn’t mean to snap at you…please believe me”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry I screamed too…I’m so proud of you Kylian, I am”
“I know baby I know…” he kissed your forehead “next week I’m taking you to a Juventus match hoping they’ll win this time” he said and you laughed.
You fell asleep in his arms with Kylian gently massaging your arms and kissing your cheeks. You loved him and that wouldn’t change but now he knew that Juventus was more important than him.
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I need dad! Dusan Vlahovic 😭✨
22 YEARS OLD DAD? — Dusan Vlahovic
summary: when y/n and dusan decided to have baby together
warning: english is not my first language
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y/username Get ready for summer ‘p/s nail painted by 💎’
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vlahovicdusan I love the yellow color on you
y/username Oh really?! That’s so sweet 🥺
kyliejenner Babe, who gave ya that ring?
y/username It’s you babe 😎 haha
kyliejenner 😚😚
dusanandy/n.onlyfan That’s so cute, it’s been a long long time since your last post. We just miss you so muchh
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vlahovicdusan My queen and baby
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433 Never knew you and @y/username are about to welcome a baby soon
vlahovicdusan Of course, we didn’t told anyone about this yet! 🤩
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dusanvlahocviccc So sudden but so happy for you two finally start a family together!!
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y/username Put these here so maybe in the future when my kids are old enough to have a social media account of their own, maybe they will see this post of their dad so they will know why their mom is so in love with him 🙃
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kendalljenner Wait! don’t tell me that you are pregnant 🤰
dusanandy/nlove @kendalljenner You should check @vlahovicdusan latest post
kyliejenner I have a surprise for you y/n and SO EXCITED!!!
lucialoi I hope one day they will
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y/nlovefordusann Anyone here because of Dusan latest post 🤣 just come here to check if there anything new
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hellomag The 22-year-old footballer from Juventus club confirmed that he will become a father in the next 4 months and he said that "I couldn't be happier now because I am going to be a father and I hope that in the future I will be a good father”
On yesterday morning, Dusan posted a photo of his longtime girlfriend Y/n y/l/n appearing with her pregnant belly on his personal instagram account. They started dating in January last year. In an interview, Dusan was asked about having kids and he replied, "I'm looking forward to becoming a father in a few months, people will think I'm too young right now to fulfill my responsibilities, but I believe that y/n and I can become a real parent.”
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seeuthere I can’t wait til the day his baby was born 🥺
hellengreey I wonder what’s his baby gender??? Is it a boy or a girl
madisonmadd 🥺🥺🥺
gweer After that interview, i knew they’re trying for a baby
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vlahovicdusan 30 days old snoozer 🌸 Daisy Y/l/n Vlahovic (motto; no boyfriend until Daisy 20)
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y/username On my way to баба & бака - 🌸
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vlahovicdusan баба Can’t wait to meet her 😂 he called me yesterday and his voice was so excited 😆
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vlahovicdusan Baby first trip to Dubai with мама и тата
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dussanvlahovic Baby first time to the beach is the cutest thing ever
dusanlove Want to see her face
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vlahovicdusan She’s sleeping right next to me and we’re having lunch babe
y/username I know 🥺 Oh i need a hug 🫂
vlahovicdusan You can hug me
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y/username He’s my 💎. I can’t wait to have more little Vlahovic with you
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vlahovicdusan We’ll have to wait til Daisy 3 years old
y/n.vlahovic I think it’s a habit now that everytimes she posted something she’ll add the “diamond” emoji to it 😂
greendy I thought y/n change her last name to Vlahovic 😂
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PRINCESS TREATMENT
Cristianoxxfemreader
tw — p!v sex, hair pulling, reader had past relationship problems, juventus Cristiano, bruises, sugar daddy Ronaldo 🤭, choking, reader has questionable eyesight, mirror sex, reader sleeps easily, soft dom Cristiano 🥺, size kink, let me know if there’s any more, it’s a bit long, MINORS DNI
you felt your deep slumber being interrupted, plump lips slightly opened as snores escaped your lips. Bare legs rubbing against the warm silk sheets. Nights like these where usual, you by yourself in an empty bed. Cristiano was a busy man, soccer taking up most of his life, you weren’t bothered by it tho. He provided for you, but it would be good to have him home once in a while.
You where a light sleeper, feeling the cold air being hit immediately on your legs, sheets being pulled down. The bed sinked next to you, the familiar Dior cologne hitting your nose. Eyes still closed, hearing something being rustled with, a box being opened and sat on the floor.
Something cold and heavy hit your skin, making your eyes slowly open, rubbing them with a whine. Annoyed that the good sleep you where having was being interrupted. Cristiano sat on the side of the bed, coat and shoes still on not even undressing himself before entering the bedroom.
“Baby?” Your voice was quiet, vision blurry, immediately reaching to the nightstand grabbing your glasses. Sliding them on your face, everything becoming much clearer. His hand rested on your back sitting you up.
“Princesa, i have a gift for you.” He announced, leaning forward turning on the nightlight. Your eyes closing once again, leaning into his touch as he grabbed your foot, the same heavy and cold material being snapped on.
Hands wrapping around your waist, lifting you up, quickly grabbing onto the bottom of your thighs.
Walking towards your shared mirror, sitting down onto the bed. Then, sitting you on his lap, both of his hands resting on your thighs, giving them a light tap. “Look,”
Yawning, opening your eyes looking into the mirror. Seeing the sparkling diamonds wrapped around your neck. Glistening into the dim lights, an even prettier sapphire resting in the pendent. The necklace being gorgeous was an understatement, words couldn’t describe how pretty it is. Eyes trailing down towards your feet, an matching Diamond anklet, the words CR being in the matching blue sapphire. The part where you’d snap it on.
“Ronny it’s so pretty,” you looked in awe, your French tip nails dragging along the necklace. Already imagining the dresses that would fit perfectly with it. Cristiano looked into the mirror proudly, wrapping his arms around your waist, chin on your shoulder.
“Only the best for you babe.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, his lips carving into your skin leaving small kisses on your collarbone. Cristiano was always so sweet, ever since you’ve met him he’s been nothing but understanding and kind. A true gentlemen at heart.
“I wanna take pictures,” leaning to the side reaching out for your phone, immediately being yanked back in place. His hands gripping onto your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as his lips bit and sucked on your neck. Cristiano being the artist and you his canvas, biting back the moans that where gonna escape your swollen lips.
His rough patted fingers pinched onto your nipple harshly, “uhmph!” You let out a muffled moan from your closed lips, his hand trailed down, cupping your clothed cunt. Thumb rubbing soft circles, just enough stimulation. Your hips twitched onto his hand, trying to get a pinch of relief but his arm that was wrapped around your waist kept you still. Thumb pressing into your cunt through the materials, a train of whines escaping your lips just from the action.
Cristiano was far more experienced in how to please a woman, anything he did leaning you over the edge. Your past relationship was rough, the man you where with didn’t know how to please you not be a good boyfriend, it was rough, until you met him of course.
You caught his eye immediately, from your doll like eyes to your polite tone. You where a dog walker, one of the Dobermans let loose and then towards the man, bitting his jeans. You apologized as quick as you could, almost going on your knees for forgiveness because his high status could get you fired, and even worse, ruin your social life. But after the interaction you couldn’t leave his mind, going on the same exact pathway just to get your number, the rest of it was history.
The age gap wasn’t that large either, just 5 years. But the media of course over exaggerated it to make it seem like he was your father, but you didn’t mind; the support came larger than hate. Cristiano of course had to teach you a few things about the press, which was patience. And you where doing the exact same thing at the time.
The man had to get in the shower, not taking time for himself once he got home, instead going straight for you. Resting in-front of the mirror laying down onto the bed. Head dangling off the front of the bed snoring lightly, having an bed habit of going to sleep when told not to.
The shower stopped, his feet tapping against the floor, drying himself off expecting to see you patiently waiting by the bed with nothing but your lingerie on. But he just got half of that.
Bed sinking from his weight, yanking you by your hips so your head wasn’t dangling from the bed. You didn’t have on a bra, boobs pressed against the sheets, he grabbed the top of your silk shorts, sliding them down. Hands grabbing your thighs spreading your legs, raising your hips trying to get your limp body in doggy style. Pressing his hand onto the the middle of your back forcing an arch.
“Babe I know you’re tired but you gotta wake up, okay?” His tone was soft, leaning forward as his cock brushed against your cunt, letting out an hiss. Tapping your cheek trying to wake you up out of the slumber.
With a few more tries your eyes cracked open, glasses crooked. “Mi amor,” he called out, hands cupping your face shaking it lightly. You hummed loudly in response, looking at him through a mirror as he cracked a smile.
“There we go,” he hummed, eyes trailing down at the necklace that looked so pretty on your neck, his hands sliding up your neck, going through the necklace. His finger wrapping around the flesh perfectly. Hand pushing down onto your back more, your arch beginning the hurt from the way your back was in a perfect bend.
“Do you want me to prep you, princesa?” He asked, eyes looking down onto your tight cunt that hasn’t been stretched out in three weeks, slick dripping down. Looking back up at the mirror, you shook your head.
“You sure?”
“Positives Ronny , i can take it.” You looked at him through the mirror with those glossy doll eyes he fell in love with. Hands gripping onto your waist lining himself up, he knew once his tip was in you where gonna be whining about how it was to big. But hey, you said you didn’t need any prep.
You where so wet, almost drenching the sheets. His tip slowly went into you, his eyebrows furrowed from how tight you where. All his pent up emotions being released off his shoulder from the feeling of your cunt, how’d he go three weeks without this tight little thing?
“w-wait Ronny, stop, stop!” as expected your hands reached out onto his toned stomach, nails scratching his skin trying to get him from moving. He was so big, and not to mention he was as thick as a Pepsi can. Stretching you out so nice, but it hurt so bad. He stopped, hands going down to your arched back rubbing it up and down.
“To big princesa? It’s okay, I got you.” He comforted, trying to remain as calm as possible from thrusting so deep into you that you couldn’t breath. Throbbing inside you like an heartbeat, his veins brushing against your insides. Cristiano couldn’t deny that he didn’t secretly like seeing you whine about how big he is. It was an ego booster.
You two atleast where in that position without moving for a minute, every single second was getting worse and worse for the man. Your finger tapped against his chest, he sunk farther and farther into you, that familiar burn coming back into your stomach.
He was finally fully in, his cock pulsing back in forth inside of you. Your knuckles turning white from gripping onto the sheets, glasses somewhere on the floor. Vision blurry. His fingers tightened onto your neck, breaths becoming shallow. “Babe can I move?” He asked, being so gentle.
You nodded your head, biting onto your lip hard as he slowly lined himself out letting out a pop, slamming his hips back inside making your body jerk forward. Using your neck as a person tool to thrust into you harder. His thighs knocking into yours. Your head gave out, falling onto the sheets. His grip onto your neck tightened, almost cutting out your air circulation, yanking your chin up.
“Keep that head up, pretty,” his thumb sliding into your mouth, your body thrusting forward, legs burning from the constant slap of his thighs against yours. Tip brushing against your cervix. His ears where grantee which your broken sobs, moans bouncing back and forth against the walls.
Love making with Cristiano felt euphoric, mouth moving against your ear whispering nothing but sweet words and sayings. The lights dimmed, the tip of your nails leaving red drawings onto his stomach. “Feel- feel so good Ronny, thank y- uhmph! thank you so much.”
Words coming out strained from his tight hold on your neck, surely gonna leave a bruise. But you didn’t mind. The muscles in his arms was strained, Cristiano’s body obvious heavily sore from the games and practices he was put through, but he ignored the pain, sliding out of you with ease.
Flipping you onto your back, head being lifted up as his bulky arms wrapped around her shoulders putting your upper body in a hug. Legs being smushed against his arms as he put you in a mating press, getting in a angle that hit so well that your feet turned into crescents.
He huffed in your ear, anklet jingling wildly in the air. Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling that uncomfortable knot build up. “mmmmmm, Ronny, I’m about-“
“I know, i know, i feel it to.” He interrupted, groaning into your ear, his big arms about to choke you out from how tightly he was holding on. Thrust getting sloppy and his whines louder. Your nails making his back a sensitive red, and his hard grip leaving your neck bruised and hips.
“I’m about, Ronny, Ronny, m’ gonna cum,” you whined into his ear, sweat rubbing together in between your body’s. He nodded his head against your skin, feeling that knot in your stomach finally break, vision turning white. The sheets where coated with the sticky white liquid, Cristiano not coming far behind as he groaned.
The two of you laid in silence, body’s sweaty and the room smelt heavily of sex. His thumb trailed up and down the deep purple mark in the middle of your neck, you let a winch. “Sorry about that hunny,” he kissed onto the mark.
“It’s okay…” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes lightly letting out a yawn. Feeling that recognizable dizziness and brain fog. The only thing left to feel before slumber was fingers rubbing onto your hips lightly and Cristiano getting up saying something about washing you up.
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