Choking - Alexia Putellas

☆ Summary: You have a few kinks ;) Alexia is not very fond of them

☆ Word Count: 1.5k

☆ Warnings: suggestive • mentions of choking

☆ A/n: this is a little ficlet to

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"Hey, Ale," you said, your voice dripping with honey, so saccharine, so unusual from your usual tone. That's probably why Alexia lifted just one eyebrow as soon as you made yourself at home in her lap. The brunette clearly didn't want to be a part of what you were planning, didn't want to be involved in any of your schemes.

"Mnm, hola?" Alexia murmured, unsure, placing her warm hands under your shirt, her thumb brushing your seventh rib. Her touch was calming, but something whispered in your ear that she was doing that to soothe herself, rather than you.

You started slowly, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, letting your lips linger there, skin to skin. Seconds later, you gave her another press to the forehead, it was soft and deliberate. All characteristics that weren't in your nature, but they were working.

Alexia's hands stilled on your ribs, her breathing evening out as you continued your assault, a kiss to the apple of her cheek, another peck to the corner of her mouth. Kiss after kiss until you could feel Alexia's soft mouth pressing back, imprinting the sticky sweetness of your gloss back in the hollow of your cupid's bow

It didn't take too long for her face to be smeared with your cherry lip gloss, the sweetness transferring with each press of your lips. Her cheeks flushed pink beneath the shimmer, and slowly, her face broke into an unguarded smile.

The corners of her eyes crinkled, those little lines appearing that only showed up when she was truly happy, when she looked at you like you were her whole world. Truly the look of love.

"Vale, vale," Alexia laughed, taking both of your wrists in her hands and pushing you gently from her body, building some inches of distance between your torsos. "Qué quieres?" [okay, okay. What do you want?]

You pouted, putting all those years of children's theatre class to good use. "I want to kiss my girlfriend. Why? Can't I just do that?"

The captain rolled her eyes playfully; she was starting to get immune to your manipulative tendencies. "Of course you can, dramática, but-"

You smiled and tried to lean forward, puckered lips ready to kiss her all over again. But Alexia wasn't done, and she liked to be listened to.

She tugged your hands, bringing you back to where you were, a palm's distance between both of you. You hated the distance.

"I'm not done, bebé," she said, voice more stern than before.

Your bottom lip stuck out again, but it didn't seem to have the same effect as before.

"As I was saying," she continued. "You can kiss me, of course, but something about your body language says you want something more."

You dropped the pout, letting your true intentions show on your face - the slight smirk, the way your eyes darkened just a fraction.

"Body language? ugh... yes, of course I want something more! I want to have sex with you!" You said, intentionally rolling your hips against her lap for emphasis. "Isn't that obvious? I'm practically grinding on you!"

The crudeness of your words made Alexia flush intensively, her masseter muscle tensed before she forced herself to rebuild composure.

"There's something you aren't telling me," she said in a low voice, leaning forward to kiss your left cheek carefully and then your right. "So tell me."

She leaned back onto the sofa, eyes analyzing your every move. You squirmed under her watchful gaze and decided that you could never hide anything from Alexia, and so it spilled out fast and almost breathless.

"I want you to choke me," you said, your own cheeks turning crimson. But the smirk tugging at your face said you weren't really embarrassed by the confession, or well, request.

Alexia tilted her head. "Qué?"

You took a deep breath, just to give Alexia some extra seconds to prepare herself. "I want you to choke me."

Alexia was silent for a few seconds too many. She looked at you with her mouth open, breath slightly shallow, her eyes fell down to your throat. You wondered if she might need your inhaler.

"Ale?" You press your thumb gently into the curve where her shoulder and neck met. "Come on! Don't be a nun, I know you have some weird Catholic guilt going on, but–"

"No!" Alexia said suddenly.

You shifted on her lap, letting your hands fall free from her grasp, resting them on your own thighs.

"No what?"

"T-to your question!" She said, embarrassment tinting her voice.

You looked at her with your mouth hanging open, baffled. You didn't get a 'no' from Alexia very often. "Why!?"

"Because you have asthma!"

You let your head fall back dramatically.

"Oh come on, man!" you whined. If your feet were on the floor, you would stomp them. "What does that have to do with anything! I still have a throat you can squeeze-"

"Please don't use the word squeeze," she interrupted, a small shudder running through her body.

"And you, amor, have two perfectly good hands that can choke me!" You said, snatching her wrists and presenting her hands like some strong evidence in favour of your case. "I don't need functional bronchioles to do any of that, and neither do you!"

"Please don't use the word choke either," she said. And before you could give her more arguments, she took your face in her hands.

"Baby, you have asthma attacks that make you unable to breathe! I've seen it, you get all red, and you struggle and-and it's not something I want to see because of my own hands," she explained, her voice slightly shaking.

"But-"

She shut you up with her finger on your lips. "I'm still talking."

Your gaze dropped to your own lap, genuine disappointment replacing the playfulness.

"I don't think that's a very smart idea, sí?" She said softly. "Sometimes when we do some more... active stuff, you get flared up, right? Maybe we can leave the... choke, to the side."

"But I would really like to try," you said again, quieter now. "Please? I promise I'll behave and be good, and I'll make sure to tell you if something feels wrong."

"No," she said, firmer this time.

"But-"

This time, she didn't shut you up with her finger; it was her hands slapping your ass that did the trick. It was clear now. Game over for you. No choking.

"Testaruda," she said under her breath, placing her hand on your back and bringing you closer to her body. "Always wants things to go her way." [stubborn]

"You always make things go my way," you murmured into her neck. "That's your fault."

"I guess you are right," she said,her hand tenderly massaging the skin she had just swatted. "Niña tonta... wanting me to choke you."

"I had to at least try," you said, defeated but accepting.

"I praise you for your determination."

"Thank you," you said. "I praise you for your... values, I guess?"

"More like fear of having to show up in the ER in our underwear," Alexia joked.

You rolled your eyes. "That wouldn't be too bad, exhibitionism and everything."

Alexia's face turned into a frown. "Okay... wow. Did you just say exhibitionism?!! How many more kinks do you have that I'm not aware of?"

You shrugged, placing your head on her shoulder, kissing the skin there. "A few... I would tell you more if you weren't so boring."

"Hey, I'm not boring!" Alexia said in indignation.

"Just a bit boring," you whispered, kissing her neck next, letting your teeth graze the sensitive skin. "But it's okay, because you taste very good."

Alexia stiffened under you, and you chuckled at her reaction.

"I did tell you I wanted to have sex, right?" You said, pulling back to look at her face. "I still want to, choking or not."

"No choking," Alexia confirmed, her hands gripping your hipbone possessively.

"Okay," you nodded, meeting her eyes with a softer smile now. "No choking. We can work with that."

You leaned in again, this time slower, more intentional. When your lips met hers, it was different from the playful kisses earlier; it was deeper, hungrier even. Alexia's hands slid from your hips to your lower back, pulling you flush against her as she kissed you back with equal fervour.

When you finally broke apart, both slightly breathless, Alexia's pupils were dilated, and her lips were swollen.

"Bedroom?" you whispered against her mouth.

"Bedroom," she agreed, and there was no more teasing in her voice, just need.

You stood up from her lap, extending your hand. She took it, and as you led her down the hallway, you couldn't help but glance back at her with a grin.

"For the record," you said, "I'm going to keep a running list of all my ideas. We'll negotiate later."

Alexia laughed, pulling you back against her at the bedroom doorway. "Of course you will," she said fondly. "But for now, let me show you what I will do to you right now."

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A/n: I hope you guys liked it <3