my dad needs to understand that if he calls me at 4:30 AM when my mom has been put in hospice, i am going to assume that she has fucking died
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“¿Qué coño?”
Alexia Putellas x Reader
Summary: Part 2 of “Ay dios mio.”
Warnings: Swearing in both Spanish and English, VERY Suggestive, there will be more parts!, Asshole Alexia, cocky reader, both r and AP are assholes tbh, but more Alexia. Let me know if I’ve missed anything! 3rd part will be smut!
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Since the ‘incident’ in your’s and Alexia’s hotel room, you hadn’t been able to keep your hands off each other. The teasing had been constant, and you’re fairly sure Mapi and Ona, who usually is the most oblivious human to ever exist, had caught on.
But that certainly did not stop Alexia from continuing to tease you, and vice versa.
Briefly, while you’re asleep in Alexia’s strong arms at night, you find yourself wondering why you can’t just say you liked each other rather than hated each other. You had… little to no issue about coming forward to friends and family about the relationship, knowing both parties would be supportive as fuck, so you guessed it was Alexia who had an issue.
And she did. She had built up a reputation over the years of playing football, on the pitch she was a no nonsense, calculated player. Calm. Rational. Understanding. Everything you weren’t.
You weren’t rational, you weren’t calm. You’d snap at players and the ref whenever there’s a chance and Alexia was beginning to think you’d racked up more cards than Katie ‘McCard’ herself.
That’s why Alexia wasn’t comfortable coming forward, you went against everything she believed a player should be on the pitch.
Maybe it was petty, maybe it was really because she was scared, maybe it was (just a little bit) because she was scared of the ribbings she’d receive from Mapi and Lucy when she got back to Barcelona from international duty.
Yeah, it was definitely petty.
But she was finding it hard to think about that while your hand had found her muscled thigh under the table, your thumb stroking dangerously close to the place she wanted - needed - you.
She looked over to your face, the smug smirk you wore was enough to make her want to bend you over the table right here right now.
While no one else at the restaurant knew what was going on, due to the booth you were all sat having a weirdly long table cloth, which covered the ministrations your hand was making; Alexia definitely knew.
When you ghosted two fingers over her clit through her underwear under her dress, she had to fight to bite back a gasp, her hips very nearly bucking up.
You smile at the wetness you find, even through her underwear, leaning over to whisper in her ear while everyone else ordered, “¿Todo para mí, reina?” (All for me, queen?)
“Callaté.” (Shut up.) She hisses, shoving your hand away before ordering, her voice slightly shaky.
You ignore the looks from Mapi and Ona, who look from you to Alexia to Alexia’s flushed cheeks with disgusted faces, and order your food.
“Y/n, can I talk to you… after dinner? Please?” Alexia breathes through gritted teeth.
“Sure, Capitana.” you smirk, and you can practically feel her shaking with rage.
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A/N: this is more of a filler for the smut chapter, yes Alexia will be bottom as anon requested, sorry for it being so short even if it was just a filler, as mentioned in my katie fic i’ve been in and out of the ER so fic production will be slower. Lo siento in advance.
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