slut - Alexia Putellas

10.

i absolutely love the reactions this story is getting. thanks! i'm so pleased that you enjoy reading this so much! hopefully, you'll get pleased as well the more we get into this.

heh. 🙊

The Ballon D'Or winner came back home just as the sun began its descent, wearily pushing the door shut behind her, its soft click signaling her return after a long day.

"Hola," she muttered, glancing around the dimly lit apartment.

Immediately, she noticed the television playing, casting a gentle glow over the living room.

She kicked off her shoes, each finding its place among the others lined up neatly near the door, before she used her crutches to move closer.

Glancing around the familiar space of her quiet apartment, the FC Barcelona captain couldn't help the tender smile on her lips as she noticed Erin's slender form in the dimly lit room.

Blonde hair, tousled from sleep, cascaded over the armrest in golden waves, while her features were relaxed, delicate lips slightly parted as she snored softly.

The television remote rested loosely in her hand, a testament to her attempt at keeping company throughout the night.

Carefully navigating the dimly lit space with her crutches, Alexia slowly approached the therapist's side.

Leaning over, the weariness in her hazel eyes softened by a small, fond smile at the sight of Erin sleeping so soundly and, with a gentle touch, she reached for the remote, lowering the volume on the television, mindful not to disturb the blonde's peaceful slumber.

As if sensing the change of her surroundings, the therapist stirred slightly, heavy eyelids fluttering open briefly, before she murmured, "Dinner's in the fridge."

Straightening up after setting the tv remote down on the coffee table, Alexia's gaze held a hint of warmth as sparkling, hazel eyes flickered down at Erin.

"Thank you," she replied softly, her voice holding a rare tenderness as she noticed the blonde drifting back into her slumber.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the restless night Erin must have endured the previous day.

"You don't have to cook for me, you know," the athlete added softly as she leaned onto her crutches, reaching out to brush a stray strand of golden blonde hair from Erin's forehead.

Unfolding the blanket by Erin's feet, she carefully adjusted the soft material over the blonde's slender legs, tucking her in with care, before quietly padding into the kitchen.

The Ballon D'Or winner couldn't help the thankful smile on her lips as she opened the fridge, a neatly prepared salad waiting for her inside.

It was a colorful array of fresh greens - crisp lettuce, tender spinach leaves, and peppery arugula. Cherry tomatoes added bursts of red, while cucumber slices and bell pepper strips provided just the perfect crunch. Slices of creamy avocado adorned the top, complemented by a sprinkling of toasted nuts and seeds, and a light vinaigrette dressing coated the ingredients, offered a refreshing finish.

"Oh wow."

With a faint smile playing on her tender lips, the midfielder carefully set her crutches aside and picked up the bowl of salad, before settling onto a stool at the kitchen island, savoring Erin's thoughtful gesture.

Just as Alexia began eating, she noticed the therapist stirring awake again from her spot in the kitchen, the blonde's slender figure sitting up, groggy and disoriented in the dimly lit living room.

Rubbing her eyes in the soft glow of the television, Erin blinked herself into consciousness and, immediately, noticed Alexia sitting in the kitchen savoring her dinner, her athletic shadow illuminated from the moonlight outside.

Still caught between sleep and wakefulness, she mumbled a tired, "Hey," her voice thick with sleep as she stood up, and slowly shuffled towards the kitchen.

"Hola," the Ballon D'Or winner replied softly as she continued to eat, her tone surprisingly gentle in the quiet of the night.

Pouring herself a glass of water, Erin felt the cool liquid soothing against her parched throat as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

She felt the captains gaze on her.

"I'm just glad there are no visitors today... I'm really... tired and exhausted," the therapist murmured, her voice laden with weariness as she took another slow sip from her glass.

"Um... actually... someone will be coming over later," the Ballon D'Or winner replied coolly, her tone piercing the quietude.

And immediately, Erin's eyes snapped open, a hint of concern flickering across her features. "Oh, um... tonight?" she asked cautiously, already anticipating another night disrupted by unexpected company.

By sounds. Loud sounds.

Moans.

"Yes, later tonight," Alexia confirmed, her lips quirking into a faint smile, though her gaze remained steadfast, "But don't worry, it won't be loud. We'll keep... things quiet."

Nodding slowly, Erin felt a mix of relief and apprehension washing over her.

"Thank god..." she muttered under her breath as she set the glass down, her shoulders sagging slightly as she processed the information.

As Alexia stood to clear her bowl, Erin cautiously watched her movements.

The athlete's athletic presence filled the room with an aura of control and confidence, and as she moved past the blonde who stood by the sink, their arms brushed briefly, sending a faint jolt through Erin's senses before Alexia placed the bowl in the sink.

"Dinner was excellent," the midfielder remarked casually, her tone softer than before as she straightened back up. "You should be careful though, otherwise I might get used to this."

Pausing for a moment, her gaze lingered on Erin in a way that sent a subtle ripple of unease down the blonde's spine.

The power her gaze held.

Erin shifted uncomfortably, blushing at the unexpected remark, the insinuation not lost on her, unsure how to respond to Alexia's authoritative tone laced with a hint of something more provocative.

A hint of what... exactly?

"Um... thank you," the therapist stammered, her cheeks warm as she averted her gaze, feeling Alexia's scrutiny intensify.

"Get some rest," the Ballon D'Or winner instructed firmly as she turned towards the kitchen counter to get her crutches, and without another word, she made her way into her bedroom.

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hm, another visitor. well, at least Alexia is pleased that way. let's see when Erin feels the same. 🙊

🔞 did i mention that the story is 18+? minors... time for bed. 🔞