slut - Alexia Putellas

56.

good evening.

the final week has arrived. you better enjoy. ☕️✍🏼

oh, this is not for... well... for minors. 🔞

credits to the one and only: Shadowrealm2001

Closing the door behind Alba and Eli after what felt like ages, the Ballon D'Or winner sighed deeply with relief, her arm still naturally wrapped around Erin's slender waist.

"Dios mio, I'm so glad that's over," she admitted, her voice tinged with exhaustion and lingering tension as she locked the front door.

Leaning into Alexia's side, a contented smile played on the blonde's delicate lips. "It wasn't so bad, was it?" she teased gently, sensing the captain's relief.

The midfielder raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued.

"What are you trying to say, Bonita?" she asked, suspicion coloring her tone as she looked down at the blonde in her hold. "Don't tell me you knew Martha was coming?"

Well.

The therapist's smile widened into a mischievous grin.

"Perhaps," she murmured with a playful grin, savoring Alexia's bemused expression as she grasped the athlete's blouse, leaning in to steal a swift kiss.

Pulling away slightly, she challenged with a grin.

"What if I did?"

Alexia's expression brightened with realization. "Oh, you two. Always stirring up trouble. You set me up, didn't you?" she accused playfully, a hint of admiration coloring her tone.

She certainly didn't expect that.

The therapist chuckled softly, nodding knowingly. "I thought it might lighten the mood," she admitted. "Martha has a knack for... adding a twist. Though I didn't expect her to lay it on quite so thick. Did she intimidate you?"

"Intimidate me?" Alexia scoffed, her voice tinged with sarcasm, shooting Erin a playful glare. "Pah, nice try."

"Really?" the blonde teased, her delicate lips curling mischievously as she observed the slight blush coloring Alexia's cheeks. "Because you're definitely blushing, baby."

Hm.

The Ballon D'Or winner's façade wavered.

With a slight lift of her chin, she relented, "Alright, maybe she got to me a bit. But nothing I couldn't handle." She chuckled softly, shaking her head in amused disbelief, a fond smile spreading across her face. "You played that well," she murmured, bending down to place a kiss on Erin's temple. "You always surprise me."

Melting into the kiss, the therapist wrapped her arms around Alexia's waist. "I just want to impress you," she confessed softly, her voice brimming with earnestness.

The athlete's embrace around Erin tightened, overwhelmed with affection.

"Well, congratulations," she replied with a playful grin. "Consider me impressed, Bonita."

Leaning back slightly, cold hands still rested on Alexia's waist as she looked up at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know... I've been a good girl today," she teased, a playful smirk curling her lips.

Alexia chuckled softly, raising her eyebrows teasingly as her fingers gently traced patterns on Erin's back.

"Oh really? I doubt that."

The therapist's smile widened into a grin as she tilted her head to the side, feigning innocence. Leaning in, and closer to the Ballon D'Or winner, her voice dropped to a whisper tinged with suggestion.