slut - Alexia Putellas

14.

another evening means another update 😏 i guess it's time to announce that we're officially through the build-up part of this storyline, and now ready to let the real games begin.

enjoy. ☕️✍🏼

Entering the apartment well past midnight, Erin carefully cradled Alexia's prestigious award in her arms as she unlocked the front door, while the Ballon D'Or winner leaned onto her crutches, following the blonde into the apartment.

"I should've used these at the event," Alexia sighed to herself, a slight grimace of pain crossing her flawless features as she leaned her weight onto the crutches, carefully setting one foot in front of the other.

Gently placing the trophy on top of the kitchen counter, Erin's mind was elsewhere as she slipped off her high heels.

"I can't wait to wear heels again soon," Alexia continued, sliding the tailored, rose-colored blazer off her shoulders and hanging it over the nearby barstool, "Once my knee is healed."

Noticing the blonde's distraction, the Ballon D'Or winner sensed the quiet contemplation.

"Erin? Everything alright?"

The blonde nodded, feeling bashful under Alexia's gaze as she heard the athlete approach behind with quiet steps.

"It's just... what you said earlier," she admitted, her voice quiet, barely above a whisper.

Understanding flickered in Alexia's hazel eyes as she took a deep breath, before moving closer. She gently placed the crutches aside, stepping up behind Erin, her presence both commanding and tender.

Without a word, warm palms carefully settled on the blondes shoulders, lingering there for a moment, before tender fingers reached for the zipper at the back of Erin's dark blue gown.

"May I help you with this?"

Alexia's voice was low and husky, her warm breath tickling against the sensitive skin of Erin's neck as her fingertips hovered over the zipper.

The blonde nodded, her breath hitching at the unexpected touch.

"I need you to say it, Erin," the midfielder breathed softly, unwilling to do anything the blonde might feel uncomfortable with.

"Yes."

Erin's eyes fluttered shut as she gave Alexia permission to lower the zipper and, slowly, she felt the gown's smooth fabric cascade down her back, pooling at her feet and leaving her standing in nothing but her underwear.

Alexia couldn't help but admire the blonde's beauty, the soft curves of her shoulders and the way the gentle light of the apartment danced across her smooth, pale skin.

"You're so gorgeous," the athlete murmured.

Erin's slender form tensed slightly as she felt warm palms find their way to her hips, Alexia's touch warm and possessive as the captain's fingertips brush lightly over the hem of her black slip.

"I couldn't help feeling jealous earlier," Alexia confessed quietly, her breath warm against Erin's ear. "The way Misa looked at you..."

The therapist remained silent, her eyes closed as she savored the sensation of Alexia's warm hands on her hips. Every touch, every caress, felt both commanding and tender, a reflection of a desire to both possess and protect the blonde.

As the Ballon D'Or winner stood behind the therapist, her warm fingertips traced small, delicate circles over the smooth curve of Erin's hips, causing the faintest hint of goosebumps to rise under her touch.

Erin couldn't help it.

She couldn't help but shiver beneath the captain's caress. Alexia's palms felt so soft and warm, the tips of her fingers so gentle and tender, her touch so delicate and caring.

The power that touch held.

"Bonita," Alexia murmured, her voice low yet commanding, "Do you want me to stop?"

Bonita.

Erin's breath hitched as she contemplated Alexia's question, her mind swirling with uncertainty as she shook her head almost imperceptibly, her gaze fixed on a distant point in the room.

"I... I'm not sure," she admitted softly, her voice trembling.

Sensing the blonde's hesitation, Alexia slowly moved her palms with care, from the soft curve of Erin's hips, all the way up her sides and over her bare shoulder blades, until they settle on the therapist's shoulders.

She pulled her closer, gently guiding the blonde backward until her slender form was pressed against her own.

The therapist shivered ever so slightly as her golden waves are swept aside, strands of golden blonde hair tenderly brushed away, before she felt Alexia's lips brush against her ear, warm hands finding a secure hold on Erin's hips.

"Are you sure now?"

The captain's voice was deep. Husky.

It sounded so... so hot.

And again, Erin shivered, the sensation of Alexia's warm breath against her sensitive skin sending a thrill through her. "I'm... not sure but..." she whispered nervously, her throat suddenly feeling dry and sore as she repeated herself, "I don't think I want you to stop."

The athlete's praise was tender, a low murmur against Erin's ear that sent a shiver down the blonde's bare spine.

"So good for me," she praised, before her tender lips moved downward, brushing softly against the curve of Erin's shoulder.

But just as Alexia leaned in, pressing the softest of kisses against the blonde's skin, Erin flinched slightly, before quickly stepping away.

"I- I'm sorry. This shouldn't happen," she stammered, her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, "I need to... I'll take a quick shower."

Without waiting for a response, Erin turned, ready to hurry away, but the moment she attempted to navigate the bathroom, she felt warm fingers wrapping themselves around her slender wrist, instinctively tugging her back.

"Erin, I'm-"

But the blonde interrupted her, brushing off Alexia's touch with a firmness that belied her earlier vulnerability.

"No, Alexia," she said, shaking her head as her gaze met those dark, hazel eyes. "I'm not one of your sluts."

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well, is she? or maybe... will she be? 👀