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Football lesson
Alexia Putellas x reader
Word count: Around 3,5k
Warning: none, just pure fluff
Note: For the anon who requested something fluffy. Also inspired by that cute video of Leah teaching her girlfriend how to play football.
For weeks, Alexia had been asking you, almost begging you, to come with her and learn how to play football.
Each time she suggested it, you’d smile softly and shake your head, politely turning down her request. Football just wasn’t your thing, and honestly, you had little interest in it—well, except when it involved watching Alexia play.
The sport was foreign to you, and you preferred your weekends curled up on the couch with a good book, or experimenting with new recipes in the kitchen than playing football.
But Alexia—sweet, determined Alexia—had a way of wearing you down. Her soft, pleading eyes seemed to penetrate deep into your soul, and with every conversation, you could see how much she wanted you to be a part of her world.
““Just one session, cariño. It’ll be fun!” she’d say, but each time, you kindly turned her down.
Until one evening, when she caught you right in the middle of making dinner.
You were chopping vegetables, humming along to the music playing in the background, when Alexia’s arms suddenly snaked around your waist, pulling you close to her.
The warmth of her body pressed against your back made you smile involuntarily.
“Mi amor” she murmured softly, her breath warm against your neck. “If you come play football with me, I’ll do the cooking for a whole month”
“Nice try. That’s not enough to get me out on that pitch” You chuckled, not even looking up from the cutting board.
Alexia wasn’t discouraged. You felt her lips brush against the back of your ear as she continued, “Y la lavanderĂa. HarĂ© toda la lavanderĂa. Y masajes. Todas las noches. Solo para que vengas conmigo y me dejes enseñarte un poco de fĂştbol” (And the laundry. I’ll do all the laundry. And massages. Every single night. Just to have you come with me and let me teach you a little football)
You couldn’t help but laugh out loud at her persistence. She knew exactly how to play to your weaknesses. The idea of her giving you massages every night for a whole month was tempting. Really tempting. But despite how much you adored her, you still declined.
“Tempting” you said, still smiling as you diced the tomatoes. “But still not enough”
But then, she gently turned you around, and there it was. Those soft, pleading eyes. Her expression was so sincere, so full of warmth and love.
She cupped your face gently, her fingers brushing the sides of your cheeks.
“Por favor, solo una vez, por mĂ…” She pleaded, letting out a quiet sigh, her voice soft. (Please, just once, for me…)
You sighed in mock frustration, knowing already that you were giving in. You’d given in countless times before, no matter the issue, and it was always the same with Alexia—she had this amazing way of making you do things.
“Okay, fine” you finally relented, unable to resist her charm any longer. “I’ll do it. But you’re still doing the cooking, laundry, and I still expect those massages”
Her face lit up instantly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Without missing a beat, she scooped you up into her arms, lifting you off the ground with an infectious burst of laughter. You couldn’t help but giggle at her excitement.
When she finally set you down, she pulled you into a kiss—deep, tender, and full of excitement. Her lips were soft against yours, and you could feel her joy radiating through the kiss.
“¡Gracias, amor! No te arrepentirás” she whispered, her voice warm and affectionate as she cupped your cheeks, her thumbs gently brushing over your skin. (Thank you, my love. You won’t regret it)
——
Two days later, you did regret it—when Alexia woke you up at the crack of dawn.
You were lying in your warm, cozy bed, the sheets tucked around you, and your arms wrapped tightly around one of your many your pillows.
The room was still cloaked in darkness, and the early morning silence was comforting—until you heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching.
Without a word, Alexia slipped into the room, her presence gentle yet undeniable. You felt the bed dip as she sat next to you, and then she did it—she slowly started pulling the blankets away from you, her cool hands brushing against your warm skin.
“Bebé” she whispered, her voice soft and sweet, almost too tender to resist. “Vamos, despierta” (Come on, wake up)
You groaned, barely lifting your head from the pillow, squinting at her through half-lidded eyes. The dark room only made you more aware of how early it was.
“It’s too early” you mumbled thickly, your voice heavy with sleep. “Why are you waking me up?”
“To play football” she said softly, her fingers brushing your hair back. “Dijiste que me dejarĂas enseñarte, recuerdas?” (You said you’d let me teach you, remember?)
You let out a frustrated sigh and blindly reached for your phone, squinting at the time. When you saw the hour, you groaned louder, throwing your phone down onto the bed with more force than necessary.
“Yeah, I remember” you said, rubbing your eyes, “but it’s 5 AM, Alexia! Let me sleep”
Her laugh filled the room—warm and melodic, but also slightly teasing. “No, no, no” she said, shaking her head with that infuriatingly adorable look in her eyes. “No more sleep, amor. It’s the perfect time to wake up and go play football”
Before you could respond, you felt her lips press a soft, lingering kiss against your forehead. You tried to stay annoyed, but it was hopeless. She always had that effect on you, making it hard to stay mad for long.
You let out a long, exaggerated sigh, knowing you were losing this battle. “Eres mala” you muttered under your breath, but even as the words left your lips, a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. (You’re evil)
Alexia chuckled at your remark. “Lo sé, soy tan mala” she teased with a playful grin. She then gave your thigh a light pat before getting up. “Vamos” she added, “te estoy preparando el desayuno” (I know, I’m so evil. Come on, I’m making you breakfast)
You groaned again, the weight of sleep still pulling at you. Slowly, you grabbed a sweatshirt and some leggings, moving lazily, feeling like you were still half in a dream.
You stumbled toward the bathroom, trying to freshen up as quickly as possible, all the while wishing you could just go back to bed.
When you made your way into the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, warm toast and eggs filled your senses.
Alexia looked up as you walked in, her smile bright and full of energy—completely the opposite of how you were feeling.
“Te preparé tu desayuno favorito” she said, her voice warm and affectionate as she placed your plate on the kitchen table. “Vamos, come. Tenemos toda una mañana de fútbol por delante” (I made your favorite breakfast. Come on, eat up. We’ve got a whole morning of football ahead of us”
You groaned once more at the idea of spending your morning doing something you had no excitement for, but despite your grumbling, you still sat down.
Noticing your grumpiness, Alexia stepped behind you, gently tilting your head up before leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips, lingering for a brief moment.
“Lo haré divertido, lo prometo” she whispered softly against your lips, giving them another quick kiss before fully pulling away and sitting beside you. (I’ll make it fun, I promise)
You sighed dramatically, taking a bite of the eggs she had made. They were perfect, as always—just the right amount of seasoning, the texture exactly how you liked them. As much as you wanted to keep complaining, the taste of the eggs made it hard to focus on your grumpiness.
“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” you muttered, taking another bite. “Actually, I think I’m already regretting it”
Alexia chuckled, the sound light and teasing. “Maybe” she said, her voice full of playful mischief. “But I’m going to make sure you have fun with me. Me aseguraré de ello” (I’ll make sure of it)
You shot her a sideways look, but the tiny smile on your lips betrayed you. “Yeah, yeah” you muttered under your breath, trying to act as if you weren’t already looking forward to spending time with her—despite everything. “We’ll see about that”
——
After breakfast, you and Alexia stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The cold immediately bit at your skin, making you instinctively pull your coat tighter around yourself. Alexia, however, was unfazed.
Her hand settled gently on the small of your back, guiding you toward the passenger side of her car with a quiet, reassuring touch.
“Come on, cariño” she murmured, her voice soft but full of warmth. “Vamos”
You groaned, staring out the window as Alexia started the car. The sky was still dim, a hint of light creeping in, but it still felt way too early. “This is too early, Alexia” you mumbled more to yourself than to Alexia.
The car ride was silent, the hum of the engine filling the space as you gazed out the window, your exhausted eyes struggling to stay focused, while her fingers gently intertwined with yours on your thigh.
Fifteen minutes later, she parked the car, her smile as bright as ever as she turned to you.
“Aquà estamos” she said, her voice calm yet full of excitement. “¿Listos para empezar?” (Here we are. Ready to get started?)
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes, feeling like you might fall asleep standing up. “I guess so” you replied hesitantly, but your tone softened when she squeezed your hand, giving you a small reassuring smile.
As you both stepped out of the car, you waited for her to grab the bag she had packed earlier from the trunk. She effortlessly slung it over her shoulder and reached out for your hand.
Her fingers intertwined with yours as she guided you to the pitch, the warmth of her touch sending a comforting sensation through you.
“Te prometo que te va a gustar” she whispered, her voice warm and filled with confidence. (I promise you’ll like it)
As you approached the pitch, the cold bit at your skin, causing you to pull your coat tighter around you once more.
Alexia raised an eyebrow “No, no, cariño, take off the coat” she insisted gently. “Vas a calentarte. ConfĂa en mĂ” (You’re going to warm up. Trust me)
“It’s freezing, Alexia. I’m not taking off my coat”You replied, frowning and glancing at her, unsure.
“QuĂtatelo, y me asegurarĂ© de que no tengas frĂo. Ya verás” she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips as she looked at you. (Take it off, and I’ll make sure you won’t be cold. You’ll see)
With a sigh, you hesitantly removed your coat, shooting her a cautious glance. She took it from your hands and casually tossed it over the bag she had placed on the ground moments before.
She smiled, a soft, reassuring grin that made you feel safe. “Come on, let’s stretch first” She said, guiding you toward the center of the pitch.
The first few minutes of warm-up were a struggle. Your muscles felt stiff, and your body still ached for sleep. Alexia was patient with you, running alongside you as you jogged slowly around the pitch, her pace never too fast, always steady and encouraging.
“Eso es!” she cheered with a wide grin as she matched your pace. “You’re doing great, mi amor. Just a little more!”
You felt a warmth inside, not from the exercise, but from being close to her. As you jogged beside her, everything else seemed to fade away.
Once you finished your light warm-up, Alexia reached into her bag, pulling out a water bottle and handing it to you. You took it with a soft smile, grateful for the break.
“Okay! Are we playing football now or what?” You asked with a newfound enthusiasm. Now that the sleepiness was gone and the cold no longer held you captive, you were actually starting to look forward to it.
Alexia let out a soft laugh, clearly amused by your excitement. “Lo estamos, pero primero, vas a necesitar esto” she said, pulling something from her bag with a glint of playfulness in her eyes. (We are, but first, you’re going to need these)
You raised an eyebrow as she show you a pair of boots.
“Uh… baby, I think your boots might be a bit too big for me. We’re not the same size” you said, eyeing them skeptically and assuming those were hers.
Alexia shook her head, her mischievous smile never faltering. “No, no, they’re not mine. They’re for you,” she said, a soft shyness entering her voice. “Los compré solo para ti” (I bought them just for you)
You blinked, your heart swelling in your chest as she shyly handed them over. You couldn’t help but coo at the thoughtful gesture.
Taking the boots and admiring them you noticed your initials embroidered delicately on the side.
“Alexia… you customized them?” you whispered, unable to hide the awe in your voice.
She nodded, her cheeks flushing a little. “SĂ© que realmente no te gusta el fĂştbol y probablemente no los uses mucho… pero pensĂ© que tal vez te gustarĂan” she said softly. “I even picked them in your favorite colors” (I know you don’t really like football and probably won’t wear them much… but I thought maybe you’d like them)
Your heart melted at her thoughtfulness. You stepped forward and kissed her gently, unable to resist the overwhelming warmth bubbling inside you.
“Thank you, my love” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I love them”
Alexia smiled brightly, her hands settling on your waist, squeezing softly. “I’m glad you like them!” She grinned, then pulled away. “Ahora, póntelos para que podamos jugar” (Now, put them on so we can play)
You slipped them on and they fit perfectly, as if they were made just for you.
You got to your feet and glanced over at Alexia, who was crouched down, pulling on her own boots.
Your smile stretched wide with gratitude. “Thank you” you said again, your voice soft yet overflowing with affection. “These… they’re perfect”
Alexia smiled gently before standing up, walking over to you, and wrapping her arms around your waist, drawing you in.
“Te quiero” she whispered, holding you close and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Now, let’s play”
And play, you did.
The moment your foot made contact with the ball, everything else disappeared—it was just you, Alexia, and the ball.
Alexia started slow, tapping the ball back and forth between her feet with a casual ease that made it look far too simple.
“Vale, cariño, vamos a ver qué tienes” she teased, gently passing the ball over to you, with a smirk. (Alright, sweetheart, let’s see what you’ve got)
“Prepare to be amazed” You said with a confident smirk, straightening your shoulders, full of determination.
“Estoy lista para ser entretenida” she said with a mocking snort. (I’m ready to be entertained)
Rolling your eyes, you went for the ball, trying to mimic the way she moved. You dribbled forward, tongue poking out slightly in concentration.
The ball wasn’t as smooth under your control as it was under hers, but at least it wasn’t running away from you—yet.
“Okay, not bad” Alexia admitted, jogging beside you. “Pero te ves un poco tensa. Relaja los hombros, muévete con el balón, no lo luches” (But you look a little stiff. Relax your shoulders, move with the ball, don’t fight it)
“I’m relaxed” you said through gritted teeth, focusing hard on keeping the ball close.
“Sure, bebé, you look so relax right now” Alexia hummed in amusement.
You looked up to glare at her, only to realize too late that you’d taken your eyes off the ball—because in that split second, it slipped from your control and rolled right into Alexia’s waiting feet.
“Ay no, ¿Qué pasó?” She grinned teasingly. (what happened?)
“You distracted me!” You groaned in mock frustration, stomping your feet on the ground like a little kid throwing a tantrum.
“Yo?” She placed a hand on her chest, feigning innocence. “I didn’t do anything. That was you”
“You’re evil” you said, glaring at her.
“Vamos, inténtalo de nuevo. Esta vez, concéntrate” She laughed, passing the ball back to you. (Come on, try again. This time, focus)
You huffed, determined not to mess up again. Taking a deep breath, you concentrated on keeping the ball close, trying to copy the way Alexia moved.
This time, you managed to dribble a little better, weaving the ball forward without losing control.
“¡Ahà lo tienes!” Alexia cheered. “Now, let’s see how you handle some pressure” (There you go!)
Before you could process what she meant, she darted in front of you, blocking your path and taking the ball from you.
“Wait, no, I wasn’t ready—” Your eyes went wide as you glanced up at her, caught off guard.
“Defenders don’t wait, bebé” Alexia smirked, giving you back the ball.
“Oh, eres tan molesta” you said rolling your eyes at her. (Oh, you’re so annoying)
She only laughed, waiting for your next move. You tried to fake left before darting right, but Alexia read it too easily, intercepting with the smoothest steal you’d ever seen.
“How are you so good at this?” You groaned dramatically.
“Años de práctica” She twirled the ball between her feet, winking. (Years of practice)
You pouted, but Alexia stepped closer, tilting your chin up with a teasing smile.
“You’re doing good” she admitted, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Now, try again”
The morning stretched on with playful challenges, laughter, and an embarrassing number of failed attempts on your part.
Every time you lost the ball, Alexia would flash a grin and steal a quick kiss—a way to soothe your frustration.
But then—it happened.
You weren’t sure if it was luck, sheer determination, or Alexia letting you win (which you’d deny forever if she ever said so), but somehow, you managed to slip past her defense.
The ball was at your feet. The goal was ahead.
This was your moment.
With all the energy left in your body, you lined up the shot, swung your foot back, and—
The ball soared into the net.
You blinked.
“YES!” You threw your hands in the air, running around the pitch like you’d just won the Champions League.
“Did you see that? I scored on Alexia Putellas! ME! Against YOU!” You said excitedly with a side grin on your face.
“Vi, mi amor, vi” Alexia was already laughing, shaking her head. (I saw, my love, I saw)
“I’m a football genius” you declared dramatically. “This is history. Someone call Barça—”
Before you could finish, Alexia lunged forward, wrapping her arms around your waist and effortlessly lifting you off the ground.
“Alexia!” You let out a surprised squeal, instinctively wrapping your arms around her shoulders and your legs around her waist.
“I’m proud of you, mi pequeña futbolista” She spun you in a circle, laughing. (My little footballer)
Your heart swelled at her words, the warmth in her voice making you melt. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, feeling her smile against yours as you pulled away.
“Even though I just destroyed you?” you teased, grinning.
“Destroyed me?” Alexia smiled, raising an eyebrow as she set you down, though she kept you close, her arms around your waist.
“Completely” you said smugly. “I mean, did you even try to stop me?”
She gasped in mock offense. “Iba con calma contigo” (I was going easy on you)
“Sure, sure. Just admit it—I’m the best” You laughed, holding onto her neck a little tighter.
“The best?” Alexia smirked, pulling you even closer, her grip around your waist tightening.
“Mhm” you grinned, tilting your chin up confidently. “Matter of fact, not only am I the best, but I’m also better than you”
Alexia let out a loud laugh, her eyes glinting with amusement. “Better than me?” she repeated, arching an eyebrow.
“Yep! You heard me, Putellas” you teased, flashing her a smug smile, enjoying the playful challenge.
Alexia hummed, pretending to consider your words before narrowing her eyes mischievously.
“Are you sure about that?” She asked smirking.
That’s when you felt her hands shift ever so slightly, her fingers twitching in anticipation. Your stomach dropped. Oh no. You knew exactly what she was about to do.
“Ale—wait—” You tried to back away, but she was faster.
Her fingers dug into your sides, and a burst of laughter tore from your lips as she tickled you mercilessly.
You thrashed in her arms, trying to escape, but she only held on tighter, her own laughter mixing with yours.
“¿Sigues creyendo que eres mejor que yo?” she taunted, grinning as she kept up the attack. (Still think you’re better than me?)
“NO—OKAY, OKAY!” you yelped between uncontrollable giggles, squirming desperately. “NO, I’M NOT BETTER THAN YOU! YOU’RE THE BEST! THE ABSOLUTE BEST!”
Satisfied, Alexia finally stopped, her hands settling on your waist as she grinned down at you, victorious.
“That’s what I thought, mi amor” she said smugly.
“I really did score, though” You spoke after a moment, once you had finally caught your breath.
“You did” Alexia confirmed.
And just like that, she kissed you—slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that made you forget the cold morning air, the tiredness in your muscles, the rest of the world entirely.
After a while, you both ended up sitting on the grass, nestled between her legs. Your head rested against her shoulder, eyes closed in exhaustion from the session.
Alexia’s head leaned gently against yours, her hands resting on your stomach as she traced soft, soothing patterns.
“Mira el cielo, amor” Alexia’s soft whisper brushed against your ear, her voice gentle and warm. (Look at the sky, love)
You slowly opened your eyes and looked up at the sky. The sun was just rising, painting the sky with shades of yellow, red, and purple. Soft clouds caught the light, adding a gentle glow to the scene. Everything felt calm.
“It’s beautiful” you whispered softly.
Alexia turned her attention back to you “You’re more beautiful”
“That was so cheesy” You laughed, shaking your head, but a blush crept up on your cheeks.
“Y sin embargo, estás sonrojada” Alexia grinned, removing her hand from your stomach and gently brushing your cheek with her fingers. (And yet, you’re blushing)
“No, I’m not,” you replied, gently removing her hand from your cheek.
“Yes, you are” Alexia teased, laughing as she pressed kisses to your cheek, and you couldn’t help but laugh along with her.
“Te quiero, mi amor” She said, finally stopping the kisses on your cheeks and pulling you closer, her arms wrapping around you as she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“I love you too” You responded, puckering your lips, silently asking for a kiss, which she gladly gave you.
“But you know who I love more?” You asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you pulled away.
“Who?” Alexia asked, narrowing her eyes at you as if to say, “How dare you love anyone more than me?”
“These new boots! They’re so comfy and cute!” you exclaimed, lifting your leg so you both could admire them.
Alexia let out a soft laugh, a smile spreading across her face. “SabĂa que te encantarĂan” (I knew you’d love them)
“Yeah! And it would be such a waste to only wear them once, don’t you think?” You raised an eyebrow playfully, glancing at her.
Alexia tilted her head, her eyes lighting up. “Entonces… ¿quieres jugar más?” (So… you want to play more?)
You shrugged with a teasing smile, not wanting to admit just how much you enjoyed that little session.
“Well… I mean… we should definitely do this more often…” you replied, your voice soft but filled with a hint of amusement.
Alexia’s eyes widened in victory, her arms raising as if she had just won a championship. “¡SabĂa que te iba a encantar y que te ibas a divertir!” she exclaimed, her tone filled with pride. (I knew you were going to love it and have fun!)
You laughed, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah, yeah… I’m only doing it to wear the pretty boots” you lied, feigning indifference as you tried to hide your smile.
Alexia gave you a knowing look, her lips curling into a playful smirk. “Claro” she said, nodding her head slowly, clearly not buying your excuse. “Next time, I’ll teach you how to juggle”
You raised an eyebrow, pretending to be intrigued. “Can’t wait… and also can’t wait for the massage tonight” you said, leaning forward to kiss her softly on the lips as Alexia giggled against them.
As you pulled away from the kiss, you turned your gaze to the horizon. The moment felt serene, peaceful, and you couldn’t help but feel content, with her by your side.
FIN
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