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earrings before girlfriend - Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia's very fond of her hoop earrings, maybe even more than she's fond of you. not that you are jealous or anything...

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: (+18), very light spanking, a little bit of d/s dynamics, oral (r receiving).

A/n: you guys have no idea how much I used thesaurus dot com to write this fic

The first thing Alexia did after a match was over was not look for you in the stands or on the pitch, once they let family and friends down.

The first thing she did was not walk up to you to give you a kiss or a hug to celebrate the team's victory.

No.

She always patted her ears (both of them), like she was checking for something that was clearly missing, and noticed that, oh no, she wasn't wearing those goddamn hoop earrings.

Then she would make her way to the bench where she left a small bag of belongings, dig them out, put them on, pat her ears (again), and then finally walk toward you, smiling with that beautiful smile as if she hadn't just left you waiting like some forgotten puppy.

You never stayed mad for too long, though. At the beginning of your relationship, you thought it was cute how much she loved those earrings. But now it was becoming a problem.

A very serious (not silly at all) problem.

You and Alexia had been dating for three years, but those earrings? They had been with her for five, six… god knows how long; probably longer than some of her younger teammates had been alive.

She never told you if there was some emotional story behind them, and honestly, you didn't care anymore.

What you did care about was how she kept choosing them over kissing your face first thing after a win, which was very rude and stupid of her.

You had decided to keep complaining about it until she got it through her thick skull. You had even made an oath about it, especially because you were starting to notice how obsessed she really was.

One specific morning, when the sun was still shy in Barcelona's sky, Alexia shifted in her sleep before finally waking up, waking you up in the process.

Her hair was a mess, and her face was creased from the pillow. She looked soft, kissable and huggable. She looked yours. Completely yours.

So you smiled, rubbed your eyes, and leaned in for a lazy good-morning kiss, already planning to be all cute and clingy, to get some snuggles in while your bodies were still warm from the bed.

But then it happened. Her hands shot straight to her ears.

"Buenos días, mi vida," she mumbled (without even looking at you) as she reached for the bedside table, her fingers searching blindly for the small jewellery box that had been there since before you entered her life.

Alexia's eyes were barely open; you couldn't even see their beautiful hazel colour. There weren't any sunbeams slipping through the curtains yet, but Alexia didn't mind that.

She slid those earrings into her earlobes before even acknowledging your existence (aka kissing you), which, on your rather foolish (or reptile) brain, was very offensive.

"Morning," you grumbled, watching the earrings catch and reflecting the lamplight.

It was the same lamp she left on the nightstand because you were too scared to go to the bathroom in the dark at night.

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself with a dramatic sigh. You knew Alexia's routine by now; you didn't even need to watch her, didn't even need to poke an eye out of the blanket.

So you stayed tucked into the blanket. All warm and sleepy. All alone.

You heard Alexia as she walked around the room. You knew where each step would take her.

Alexia would walk up to the mirror and check the earrings once more (because god forbid they moved in the four seconds since she had put them on), then she would brush her hair and head to the kitchen to make a horrible (and healthy) smoothie that tasted like grass and eggs.

That was her every morning. Earrings first, earrings before girlfriend.

Mad, mad woman she was.

Later, after training, when Alexia came home sweaty, exhausted, and honestly hot, you tried to kiss her properly. Really kiss her, the kind of kiss that screamed: "I've been waiting for you all day, now give me some loving."

You smirked when she lay you down on the sofa, still in her training kit, murmuring how much she missed you and (finally) kissing you.

It was lazy, patient, the kind of kiss that made you want to disintegrate yourself within her lips. You were moaning into her mouth until your sweet noises turned into annoyed ones.

Her earring had caught in your hair. Again. And on your huggie earring. Again.

"Alexia!" you whined, already pouting because this had happened more times than you could count. And today? Today, she had taken way longer at training than usual, and you had been starved for kisses and attention throughout the whole afternoon.

"Ay, perdón, preciosa," she said, grinning like this was amusing and carefully untangled her earrings from you. "They always get in the way, eh?"

"Then take them off!" you said, sounding a little demanding. As if you could actually demand anything from Alexia Putellas.

She paused, looking at you with those soft hazel eyes that usually made you forget everything, especially the reasons you were annoyed with her.

She didn't take them off. Of course, she didn't.

Instead, she kissed you again, her tongue tracing your bottom lip like she was trying to distract you, trying to get your stubborn brain to focus on something else.

And it worked because you were oh-so-very far gone for her.

You opened your mouth, inviting her in, earrings and all, like the weak woman you are.

Her hand found your hip, her thumb brushing your sensitive skin as her tongue explored your mouth dominantly.

Her other hand moved up your ribcage. Alexia was possessive and careful; she had mapped your body with her palms years ago, and she knew exactly where to touch to make you forget you were even mad at her in the first place.

She traced each rib - all twelve pairs of - with her index finger until she cupped your breast under your shirt.

And yeah, you forget all about the earrings… for exactly fifteen minutes.

But they were still there when she pulled back from your chest, lips swollen, cheeks hollow and looking ridiculously pleased with herself.

And honestly? She was far too beautiful, so you didn't mind it much.

The beach in Mexico was empty, which was perfect because you didn't like wondering eyes while you were trying to get a tan alongside your very athletic girlfriend, who liked to wear the smallest bikinis ever known to humankind.

Alexia had booked a private beach as soon as you two set foot in Los Cabos, which granted her lots of kisses and a couple of orgasms on your first night at the resort.

There was just you and Alexia on your sun loungers. The white Mexican sand warmed your feet, and the Atlantic ocean was creating pretty sounds with its waves; sounds that you might have appreciated if you weren't busy being irritated.

The sun was balmy on your skin. You had missed it, even though it had been just a few weeks since you had been on a beach. Its pleasant heat was helping keep your negative emotions at bay.

You were trying to relax and enjoy your very expensive vacation, but Alexia was reapplying sunscreen to her shoulders, and those hoops were shimmering in the sunlight, practically blinding you.

"We're at the beach," you said drily, trying to sound reasonable even though you just sounded petulant. "The salt water could damage the earrings… why don't you just take them off for once in your life?"

You knew immediately it was the wrong thing to say, because Alexia got that look on her face. A look that told you she was about to be insufferably smug. A look that could be both endearing as much as it could be irritating.

Right now, it was irritating.

Alexia's hand stopped mid-motion on her shoulder, and she looked at you over her Oakley sunglasses with the most condescending expression you have ever seen. Your grumpy face was the only thing you could see reflecting back at you in the dark lenses, which made you feel rather ridiculous.

"It's gold, preciosa," she said, her voice was so arrogant you wanted to throw sand at her. "Salty water doesn't damage gold. You should know this, considering everything I buy you is made of gold."

She was right, which obviously made it all worse. You didn't say anything, just looked straight at her sunglasses and rolled your eyes so hard you felt pain shooting through your optic nerve.

The slap to your thigh was quick.

It barely stung, but it made you yelp anyway. Alexia's hand was immediately on your skin, tracing soothing circles on the sore spot like she hadn't just smacked you.

"Malcriada, I've already told you not to roll your eyes at me," she said, rolling her own eyes at you to prove a point. She could do it. You? not without consequences. "See how annoying it is?"

"But you just—"

"I'm allowed," she cut you off and settled back in her chair with a very infuriating smile (one that she had been wearing far too often on this vacation, you had noticed). "You're not."

"That's not fair! I was just telling you to take them off because I care about your stupid earrings!" You said, crossing your arms.

"Lying now, are we? What's wrong with you and them today?" Alexia touched her earrings for emphasis. She was clearly the real brat here, even though she would never admit it.

"It's the third time today that you've asked me to take them off. Getting a little obsessed, aren't you?" she continued.

"I'm not obsessed!" you protested, pout on your face. You're the obsessed one! I just think it's weird that you're more attached to those things than to me!"

"Obsesionada?" Alexia's voice was playfully dangerous. She mimicked your pout, which would be annoying if it wasn't so irrefutably charming on her face.

Against your will, your eyes fell to her lips. Alexia looked so kissable all the time; it truly wasn't fair.

"Solo me gustan los pendientes, preciosa," she shrugged, turning her eyes from you to look at the ocean, as if it was more interesting than the conversation you two were having. "It's not my fault that you're jealous of a jewellery."[I just like my earrings, preciosa]

"I am not jealous of jewellery!" you grumble under your breath, but your cheeks were burning because maybe you were, just a little bit.

"It's just a bunch of metals melted together…I'm not fucking jealous…" You continued, as if to make a point about how non-jealous you were.

There was silence between the two of you. You could hear the seagulls and the waves crashing against the shore, but somehow, your petty thoughts were louder.

But not louder than Alexia's breathing by your side. How could you get so irritated by a loved one simply breathing? It seemed like Alexia was taking deep breaths just for the sake of getting you mad, or molestita as she liked to call it.

You weren't sure why you were so on edge today, why every single thing was bothering you so much; you just wished it would stop, that you would be able to actually enjoy your vacation like any normal person would.

Maybe you just needed to connect with nature. Touch some… sand?

You looked around until your eyes found a small crab scuttling across the wet sand. It was so far away, but you could swear you could hear its little legs going from side to side.

"You're sulking," Alexia murmured by your side, a book in hand. A book that you hadn't even noticed she was reading until now.

Very intellectual and demure of her. You, however, preferred your crab.

"I'm not," you said, in the kind of tone only a sulky person would use.

"Are you sure you're not jealous, then?" Alexia asked, taking her eyes off her book. When you looked at her, it was obvious she was trying not to laugh. "—because it really sounds like you're jealous of some earrings."

"Of course I'm not!" you said defensively. "That would be stupid!"

"It would be very stupid, sí" she agreed, nodding, which only got you more mad.

You decided that you wanted to be difficult today, so you rolled your eyes again with even more attitude, and this time, instead of a slap, you felt warm breath on your neck.

You haven't even noticed that Alexia had moved; she was a fast, sneaky woman. But there she was: on her knees on the sand next to your lounger, her face close to the side of your head.

Her lips found your shoulder easily, pressing soft kisses to your sun-warmed skin. Her (goddamn) earrings were brushing against your skin. They were cold, and you felt as if they were mocking in some metallic way, if that was even possible.

Alexia gave a light peck on your lips before going back to kissing your shoulder like she was trying to get you in a better mood, coaxing a smile from you, trying to make you happy.

You tasted your own sunscreen on your lips now, and you bet Alexia was getting a full face of La Roche Posay by the way she was pressing her mouth on every piece of skin she could touch.

It was as if she thought that her kisses would take away whatever sour mood you were in.

They might, but not today. Kisses on your upper body alone weren't going to satisfy you, because you were, after all, very demanding. Alexia had accustomed you to being like that.

Your skin was getting smudged with her strawberry lip gloss, and you could feel its stickiness mixing with the sunscreen.

She was making a mess of your body, and you would be making sure she cleaned it up tonight when the two of you took a bath together.

"No seas celosa," she murmurs against your skin, sounding entertained. [don't be jealous]

"I'm not being jealous," you protested (again), even though your breath caught when her lips found that spot where your neck met your shoulder.

"I just don't like that when a match is over, you check for the earrings before you even look for me." You continued,

"And you want me to look for you first?" Her voice is gentle, but slightly teasing. Like she knows you are being silly, but she doesn't necessarily want you to feel silly.

"Yes! Of course," you said, and it came out more whiny than you intended. "I wait for you after every match like a good girlfriend, and you just take all the time in the world looking for your earrings first!"

Alexia's hands were on your stomach now, her fingers trailing up and down your skin above your bikini bottom.

Her touch was light, and you knew she was trying to distract you from your very important complaints. She always did that when you were mad, misdirecting your thoughts with her fingertips.

She let you complain as her lips moved tenderly on your body. There was a wet trail on your shoulder and neck from her lips now, and every time the wind hit it, you shivered.

You wondered if she could taste the sand on your skin; it was getting late and windier. The grains were finding home on your smudged body, but Alexia didn't seem to mind.

"This morning-" you said, trying to stay focused on your complaints even as her thumb traced circles on your hipbone. "-I wanted to shower with you, and you made me wait five whole minutes while you took them off and put them in the jewellery box…"

"Five whole minutes?" she asked, and you could hear the laughter in her voice. She was definitely getting sand on her face if she kept that attitude. "How did you survive?"

"It's not funny, Alexia!" you said, even though her tongue was circling your earlobe, making it hard to stay annoyed at her. "Five minutes is a long time when you're waiting naked in the shower an-and when you are on a vacation that will end soon!"

"Poor bebé," Alexia cooed, very mockingly. "Having to wait five whole minutes like a normal person."

You wanted to push her away, sent her to a walk of shame to her own lounger, but her lips found themselves on your jaw at the same time she pressed her palm down your clavicle, keeping you down, trapping you. Then, very slowly, she moved her hand up until it was resting on your throat.

"I'm not a normal person," you argued, feeling the warmth of her hand as you spoke, your vocal cords sending waves through her hand. "I'm Alexia Putella's girlfriend,"

"Eres impaciente… no soportas esperar," Alexia teased, rolling her eyes, ignoring what you said, enjoying how flustered you were looking already. [You are impatient, can't wait for anything].

Her hand wrapped completely around your throat now, just letting it rest there without any pressure, but it was enough to make you quiver.

"Tu eres mi spoiled little girlfriend who thinks everything should happen on her schedule, on her own time." Alexia turned your head around and kissed your jaw very calmly, as if she had all the time in the world.

She traced an even longer trail of her lip gloss across your skin; now your entire face was scented with strawberry.

You didn't even like strawberries, but with each kiss, it was like she was claiming you, marking you up with her mouth.

Despite your frustration, you pressed your thighs together because this was not fair: the heat growing in your lower belly wasn't fair, nor was how incredibly delicious Alexia looked in that tight white bikini she was wearing.

"I don't like being second priority," you manage to say after trying very hard to remind yourself what the topic of the conversation even was. "I waited in the shower alone."

"But I did come to the shower with you, didn't I?" She asked sweetly, like she was the reasonable one between you two. "I got on my knees in that shower just like you wanted. I put my mouth exactly where you begged me to put it; I made you come so hard that I had to hold you against me or else you would fall, sí?"

Your face burned, partially because she was right, partially because she was so straightforward with it. "That's not the point!"

"Then what is the point?" Alexia's fingers were quick to undo the bikini string at your hip; it took you some time to notice, and you only realised it when the string fell on your thighs. "You got what you wanted, right?"

"The point is that you made me wait!" you tried to argue. "I should be a priority."

"Five minutes," she said, like she couldn't believe you were still talking about this. "You're upset about five minutes."

"Yes!"

"Not everything happens the second you want it, malcriada." She smirked against your ear; you could feel the way her smile tugged against your cheek. "You think I need to drop everything the moment you snap your fingers? Get on my knees whenever you pout about the slightest things?"

"You're on your knees right now, though", you pointed out, less hesitant than you would have been a few years ago. The truth of the situation gave you the encouragement you needed. "Aren't you?"

You felt Alexia pause behind you.

She was unmoving, her hands were frozen, and for a second, you thought maybe you had won this argument.

But then, she chuckled low in your ear, and you knew you were in trouble.

"Mmmm," she said finally, breaking the silence that had filled the beach, just as her thumb resumed its path along your throat and your hips, right where a string should have been knotted if she hadn't untied it. "You're right. I spoil you too much, sí?"

"I have created a little monster," Alexia murmured, pressing kisses to your shoulder, then your collarbone. "You think you can just stomp your feet on the ground and I'll get you whatever you want, whenever you want it."

Before you could answer and try to defend yourself, Alexia bit gently at the string of your bikini top, and somehow managed to undo the knot with her teeth (which was, unfortunately, so very hot of her).

You moved quickly, trying to hold the bikini in place, but Alexia was quicker; she caught your wrist before you could cover yourself, she got them with one hand, while the other one pulled the bikini top away entirely.

She pressed a kiss on your cheeks, so gently and tenderly, a complete juxtaposition to how tightly she was holding your wrists.

Your chest was bare now, and your nipples had hardened by the sea breeze. "Ale, we can't—"

"Shh, now you stay still like a good girl," she said firmly, and she released your wrists, trusting that you would obey her. "You can be a good for me, right? I give you everything you want, is the bare minimum."

She didn't let you answer. One of her hands found your breast, cupping it carefully as her thumb brushed over your nipple, making you gasp for more.

"You wanted my attention?" Her breath was warm against your ear, and those damn earrings brushed your skin again. "Now you have it. All of it."

Her thumb circled your nipple again, and you even forgot all about being annoyed, because this was exactly what you wanted, even if you would never admit it.

That was exactly why you had been so irritated over the last few weeks.

You and Alexia had been caught up in a crazy and busy schedule. She had a busy end of La Liga in Spain, followed by the Euros, and she was a bundle of nerves and couldn't give you the attention you wanted (understandably).

You just wanted some love, some attention. You wanted her eyes on you all the time, wanted her closer. You wanted to be the first thing she saw when she woke up, you wanted Alexia to kiss you first thing in the morning!

Maybe you were a bit silly. Maybe you were foolish to overthink too much about her beloved hoop earrings.

"The next time you want some attention", Alexia whispered, her lips brushing your ear, "you ask nicely instead of being a brat about my earrings, sí?"

You nod eagerly and breathlessly. She was happy with that, because she smiled against your neck.

"Good girl," she said, sounding very pleased with herself, very pleased with you.

"I'm not going to punish you," she said as she brushed her nose against the side of your face.

"But you would deserve it, though," she continued, moving her head down, stopping at your neck one more time, sucking every bit of skin she could reach, leaving red marks behind.

"There's nothing I would like more than to slap your ass until you can't sit," she whispered. "You need to learn, princesa, that not everything is about you, but that must be hard when I indulge this very same behaviour, huh?"

Alexia only stopped talking when she focused on your breasts. She devoted herself to kissing, touching, sucking, and doing whatever she pleased with you.

You didn't complain; not anymore. Now you were in the most docile and obedient version of yourself. Alexia really knew how to put you in your place.

You loved how much attention she was giving to your body, but you wanted more; you wanted her in a different place. Your cunt was wet, so needy for her, so ready.

When you whined for more, Alexia actually listened, which surprised you.

"What is it now, preciosa?" Alexia asked, moving to the right so she was still kneeling in the sand, but with her head resting on your stomach, looking up at you like a cat (or a lynx).

"I want you," you pouted, "Please?"

"Where do you want me?" she asked with a smirk on her face, pressing kisses to your stomach, looking tenderly at you (or at your breasts).

"You know where," you said impatiently.

Alexia chucked and bit into your stomach, making you yelp. The dangerous rush of pain and pleasure ran through your body, only making you wetter.

She licked right on top of her teeth marks, soothing the pain away. "You know better than that, malcriada. Use your words."

"I- I want you between my legs," you said, finally giving in, finally realising there was no winning any arguments if you were arguing with Alexia.

Alexia looked very pleased with your honesty.

"Here?" she asked, kissing right above your bikini bottoms, right at your pubic bone.

"Yes," you nodded eagerly, putting your hands at your sides because you knew better than to try to guide her without her asking for it.

"Let me see," she said, spreading your thighs apart and settling between them, in a way that both your legs were tangling from the lounger.

Alexia took her time removing your bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the sand. It was loose, so you didn't even have to lift your hip for her to take them off. She got you completely naked now.

Being nude on a beach was not how you had planned this day to go, but you couldn't say you were upset about it.

Alexia's gaze was fixed on your cunt, looking at it as if she were enamoured. She passed her thumb over your glistening folds teasingly, making you bite your lip to keep from whining. You know she didn't want whining now.

"Look how wet you are, preciosa," she said, kissing the inside of your thigh like she did so many times. She sounded very satisfied, almost proud, and it made you want her more. "All this from arguing about earrings?"

You were ready to argue when, suddenly, Alexia pressed her face between your legs, licking you from your clit down to your entrance.

You closed your eyes, trying to tame the urge to grab at Alexia's hair and press her even closer to your cunt.

"Ale," you murmured. "Fu-fuck, baby—"

She was licking and sucking your pussy, getting her face completely wet; you were just starting to enjoy yourself when she stopped and pulled back.

"Wait, amor," she said, and you wanted to cry from frustration until you saw her reaching for her ears, making you narrow your eyes at her. "Can you be a sweetheart and hold my earrings? Don't want them to get in the way."

She was already taking them off, placing them in your palm (that you didn't even realise was reached) with a wink.

"W-what?" you said, staring at the earrings in your hand, then at her, feeling completely dizzy as she put her hair in a messy ponytail.

"Just don't want them to fall in the sand….or get lost", she said, like this was a completely normal conversation to have while you were in between somebody's thighs, "Now, where were we?"

And then, Alexia went back to what she was doing, leaving you holding the stupid earrings that started this whole thing.

Alexia was too busy to even be smug about finally winning the argument.

You, however, didn't mind being on the losing side, not when your reward was getting to come on her tongue.

A/n: hope u guys enjoyed it! Plss let me know if you liked it, favourite parts etc!! <3

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