The ball rolled to your feet, without thinking too much about it you flicked it up into your hands looking up to see who had kicked it towards you.
A Barcelona B player jogged up to you with an apologetic look on their face.
"Sorry y/n, I'm such a clutz sometimes." The player apologised as she twirled some of her blond hair.
You didn't notice the look the B player was being given by your girlfriend who had stopped for a water break, a scowl overcoming her features.
"That's ok, here." You handed her the ball and turned to restart your training course only to feel her hand on your forearm stopping you.
"Maybe you could give me some tips on how to control myself better." She said running her fingers up your arm.
"Over dinner maybe, you could come to my place I'm told I do the best Paella." The brazen feeling up of your biceps making you feel uncomfortable as you took a step back trying to create distance between you.
"I think the fuck not." Your girlfriend pushed the B player away.
"Whatever Ouahabi, once you're in England your 'girlfriend' is fair game." She responded smirking at Leila.
Leila chuckled, a low chuckle that you knew meant nothing good.
"My Fiancée sweetheart not girlfriend and just to be clear, she is moving countries to be with me."
You internally groaned at the revelation.
The B player opened her mouth to respond.
"Fuck off loser." Leila flicked the younger girls forehead in dismissal and turned to you linking her arm through yours giving you little option but to walk with her.
"You know she's going to run off and tell everyone right?" You stopped, turning to Leila and raising an eyebrow.
"That you're leaving or that you are officially off the market?" Leila smirked leaning forward to peck your lips.
"Both." You smiled pressing your lips to hers in a longer kiss.
"Well maybe now she won't go around offering out her fucking Paella." Leila stared back in the direction the player had disappeared too.
"Jealous?" You asked playfully nudging her shoulder.
Leila crossed her arms frowning.
"Of her pathetic attempt to seduce you?" She grumbled. You took her hands in your own, pulling her into a hug.
"Yours is the only Paella I want." You laughed resting your chin on her shoulder.
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WOSO Imagines
FanfictionA collection of WOSO imagines, also on Tumblr. Mainly Alexia Putellas but some others too. Sorry no American players as I don't follow the league / WNT