Alexia putellas x jill roord x f!reader
Warnings: throuple, slight mentioning of smut, jill losing the final,
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'My loves?' I call out in our apartement, still slightly limping dues some activities from last night.
'Oh god not again,' i mutter hearing them arguing for what semmed to be the fifth time this week, it is tuesday.
I walk towards the source of the voices which where attempting to be quiet, but they were clearly failing.
'And whag is it ypu two are arguing about this time?' I ask and both the dutch and spanish player look at me in some sort of quilty way
'Well since its the final and in the netherlands i thought you should wear my shirt,' jill begins, and i rolle my eyes,
'And because it is barca's year and i am finnaly back from recovery so i think yoj should wear mine,' alexia argues.
'And how long have you two been up and talking about this?' I sigh,
'Like two hours, but that is not the answer we are searching for, who's shirt are you going to wear?' Jill quickly tries and changes the subject.
'My god, you two are grown children such idiots,' i mutter,
'But we are your idiots,' alexia grins as she sits down on her knees infront of me, guiding my hand to her hair,
'Yes you are,' i mutter, a content sigh leaving my now parted lips as she had started to softly suck on the skin on my inner thighs before releasing it with an soft 'pop'.
'Not here ale,' my hands grab her hair tighter as she started to get closer and closer to my core.
'Then were do you suggests we will be taking you?' Jill whispers, her teeth grazing on the sensitive skin on my neck.
'Bedroom, please,' i stutter, knowing this was going to be one off those lazy days yet a lot off productivity.
That afternoon
I sigh as the hot water hits my aching skin and muscels.
The actions had lasted till this afternoon and both alexia and jill were sleeping on the bed, both worn out and trying to get enough sleep for the next days,
I quitly tip toe across the room, grabbing my phone before sending a quick tekst to ingrid.
Smiling as she had imeadiatly replied back with the message that my order would be by their house on friday and that i could come pick it up.
'Liefje, what are you doing? Come back to bed please,' the dutch woman mutters, still half asleep,
'I still need to dry myself off,' i try to say, but both jill and alexia wouldnt hear it as they just pulled me between them.
Limbs imeadiatly hanging on to each other while i could feel my hair damping the pillow.
Jill pulls my legs around her waist, so that one leg was laying beneath her and one on her side.
'Good night mi amor,' alexia lays her head in my neck, her breath tickeling the sensitive monster hickeys which were still covering my skin.
I hear their soft snores, myself also drifting in a deep sleep.
Friday
I slowly blink, an sad feeling as i see the empty spot next to me where jill had been laying yesterday.
