(+18) If I'm allowed- Alexia Putellas

Summary: Alexia likes taking care of her girl, even if it means buying a flat and a puppy to make her say yes. Classic rich girl move.

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It was a grey Wednesday when Alexia pulled up in her Cupra, the car rolling to a smooth, quiet stop in front of Y/n's university building.

She didn't honk, didn't draw attention to herself–just rolled the window down and lifted a hand, offering a soft wave and a smile that instantly loosened the knot in Y/n's chest.

Even sitting behind the wheel in an old barça hoodie, Alexia still looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine; her blonde hair was down on her back, beautiful as ever.

Y/n clutched her bag tighter and jogged across the puddled pavement, rain soaking through her thin jacket in seconds. She yanked the passenger door open and slid inside, the car heater blasting out warm air.

Before Y/n could even get her seatbelt on, Alexia leaned over, catching her face gently in both hands and pressing a kiss to her damp forehead.

"Qué frío," [It's cold] Alexia muttered, voice low and fond. She reached over to crank the heater higher, one hand never leaving Y/n's thigh. "You're freezing, mi amor."

"No, I'm not," Y/n said stubbornly, though her teeth betrayed her with visible chatter. She curled her arms tighter around herself, trying to suppress a shiver. "I got my good jacket on."

Alexia let out a soft laugh, her nose crinkling. She glanced over, eyes full of that quiet affection that always left Y/n feeling seen in a way she wasn't used to.

She didn't know how to feel about that.

"You seriously didn't need to come,' Y/n added quickly, ducking her head to fiddle with the strap of her bag. "I could've taken the bus."

'I did, though," Alexia said simply, like it was the easiest thing in the world. Her fingers squeezed lightly against Y/n's thigh, warm even through the fabric. "I need to enjoy the moments where I'm out of training to be with you."

Alexia made it sound so easy. Like it wasn't some grand gesture.

Like spending time with her was something Alexia wanted, not something she was fitting into her planner between matches, press conferences, and everything else that came with being her.

A quiet kind of warmth spread through Y/n's chest; it was fragile, a little overwhelming.

She forced herself to huff out a laugh.

"You're really bad at resting, you know that?" Y/n said teasingly.

Alexia just smiled, reaching over to tangle their fingers together on the centre console. "I rest better when you're there at my house."

And just like that, Y/n was undone again. She wasn't sure how Alexia could be so...charming, loving, such a good girlfriend.

How was today?" Alexia asked, easing the car into gear as they pulled away from the curb.

"Bad," Y/n said immediately, no hesitation.

Alexia's head snapped briefly toward her, concern flickering across her face before she turned back to the road. Normally, she would have had to coax the truth out of Y/n, peeling it from her.

But today, it spilt out of her like she was too tired to pretend.

"Bad?" Alexia echoed softly.

"Uhum," Y/n hummed, slumping deeper into her seat. She pressed her forehead lightly against the cold window, feeling the vibration of the car.

Alexia's fingers tightened around the steering wheel, her voice low and careful.

"Por qué?" [Why?]

Y/n shrugged.

"Just... everything," she said finally, her voice thin. "Lectures were shit. I bombed a presentation. The internship was chaotic. And then I realised I forgot my lunch, so I spent my last bit of cash on some gross sandwich that I didn't even have time to eat."

Alexia's jaw clenched almost imperceptibly—not at Y/n, never at her—but at the thought of her girl sitting through her day tired, hungry, weighed down.

She hated it.

Y/n must have felt the tension radiating off her because she rushed to add, "But it's fine. I'm fine now."

"You don't always have to be fine," Alexia murmured, thumb brushing over Y/n's knuckles. "It's okay, now, sí? We're gonna go to my place, have some pasta, and watch whatever you want. No stress, no studying–"

And that's when it hit Y/n.

"My laptop!!!" Y/n gasped, sitting bolt upright. "Shit. Shit, shit–I forgot my laptop at my house!"

"Will you need it this weekend?" Alexia asked, squeezing her knee reassuringly.

"Yes," Y/n groaned, dragging a hand down her face in pure dramatic despair. "I have a paper due Monday. Oh, fuck my life."

Alexia didn't even blink.

"Don't worry, amor. We'll just swing by the Apple Store. Grab yourself a new one."

Alexia said calmly, as if buying a macbook wasn't a big deal.

Like she was suggesting, she picked up a loaf of bread. Like buying a brand-new MacBook was as casual as grabbing a coffee.

Y/n whipped her head around to stare at her.

"No," she said, way too fast. "No, seriously, Ale. It's fine. I just—I'll leave your house early on Saturday or something, then I can go home, grab it, and finish it."

Alexia frowned, glancing sideways at her like she was trying to piece together a puzzle.

"It's not a big deal," she said again, softer this time, like she thought maybe Y/n hadn't heard her properly the first time. "If you need it, you should have it. Yours is ancient anyway. It doesn't even have the keys S and P anymore."

Y/n opened her mouth to argue –and then immediately closed it, because, okay, that was technically true.

Alexia grinned a little, sensing she had her cornered.

"Do you remember when you had to email me your entire paper just so you could copy and paste it on my laptop?" she teased. "Took you thirty minutes."

Y/n huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's not that old."

"It's basically a typewriter, cariño," Alexia said, her voice filled with laughter now. "I'm impressed you haven't started using a chisel and stone tablets yet."

"You're so annoying," she smiled, but even Alexia could feel the sense on her shoulders.

If Y/n wasn't going to let her buy her a laptop, she had to do something else.

A beat of silence stretched between them, heavy enough to feel.

The windshield wipers kept up their steady, rhythmic swish.

Swish. Swish.

Alexia's fingers tapped lightly against the steering wheel, her mind clearly working. And then, without a word, she flicked the turn signal, cutting across a lane of slow-moving traffic to take the next exit.

Y/n twisted around in her seat, heart leaping into her throat.

"Alexia," she said sharply. "Where are you going?"

Alexia's mouth quirked, a stubborn little thing that was both infuriating and sweet.

"Let's just grab it from your place,' she said, casually, like it wasn't the single worst idea Y/n had ever heard.

Y/n opened her mouth to argue—to plead, to tell her no, to say literally anything–but the words caught, thick and useless, in her throat.

The only thing she managed to do was sink further into her seat, fingers tightening around the frayed strap of her backpack, as Alexia navigated the car toward her tiny apartment.

The one she had worked herself to the bone to afford.

The one she had never wanted Alexia to see.

Y/n couldn't tell Alexia 'no', it would be too obvious she didn't want Alexia there, maybe she could just tell her to stay in the car while Y/n could go up and get it.

Alexia had been to her apartment before, but she had never gone in. She only ever picked Y/n up or dropped her off; there was never a need for her to go inside.

Y/n wasn't embarrassed by it, it was her little apartament, her little flat and she worked very hard to pay the rent on time, to buy little decorations to make it look like home.

No. embarrassment wasn't the problem here–Alexia got together with her knowing she was a broke university student.

The problem was: If Alexia really got to see the apartment, she would just straight up take her phone and talk to one of her assessors about buying Y/n a new one.

The rain continued to hammer against the windshield as the city blurred past outside.

Y/n wanted to groan, really groan, but she didn't, instead, she watched as Alexia drove away, the slight smirk on her face.

She knew what she was doing, it was premeditated.

Alexia barely had time to shift the car into park before Y/n was already fumbling with her seatbelt, shoving the door open with frantic hands.

She didn't get far. A firm hand caught her thigh, grounding her to the seat.

"Eh, calma," Alexia said softly.

Y/n turned, heart thudding too fast, finding Alexia watching her with that familiar steady patience.

"I'm going with you," Alexia said, reaching behind the seat for an umbrella. "Let me grab it, we'll go up together."

Y/n shook her head quickly, panic clawing up her spine.

"No, no, don't worry," she rushed out. "I'll just–I'll go really quick, you don't need to–"

But Alexia was already sliding out of the car, pulling the door shut behind her with a resolute thud.

"Mierda," Y/n muttered under her breath, slumping back against the seat for half a second before forcing herself out into the rain.

Alexia was already there waiting for her–umbrella opened, tilted just enough to cover them both, an easy smile tugging at her lips.

She looked infuriatingly pleased with herself.

Y/n swallowed down a thousand words she didn't know how to say, pulling her jacket tighter around herself as Alexia leaned in and bumped their shoulders together lightly.

"Come on, mi amor," Alexia said, grinning. "Let's go get your laptop."

Y/n felt the rain cool against her skin, but it didn't do much to calm her racing thoughts. They reached the entrance of her building, and she fumbled for the keys in her pocket, hoping Alexia would just... turn around.

But no.

Alexia stood beside her, umbrella still held high, a smile on her face.

"Amor...," Alexia said, eyes soft but insistent. "You're not getting out of this one."

Y/n sighed, her heart skipping a beat. She was already out of excuses, but she had to try. She opened the door to the main building because, of course, they didn't have a doorman.

They walked in, and Y/n quickly pointed at their elevator–maybe she could get out of this one, actually.

"Oh!" She snapped her fingers, pointing at the warning sign in front of the elevator's door "The elevator's broken! It's been like that or like... four months."

Alexia glanced at the elevator in front of them, unimpressed. "Four months?"

"Yes", Y/n said, voice pitching higher as she tried to backpedal. "Some people came in and tried to fix it, but it's so old they said it would be a better fit at a museum–so we usually just take the stairs and–"

"It's fine," Alexia interrupted with a grin, tapping the umbrella against her shoulder. "I'm coming up with you."

Y/n froze, a flicker of panic rushing through her. She tried again, her mind scrambling for a new excuse. "It's the seventh floor," she said, voice almost pleading. "That's a lot of stairs. I can go ahead–"

Alexia shrugged, unbothered. "I'm literally an Olympian, Y/n." Her smile widened, almost teasing. "I think I can handle seven floors."

"Alexia," Y/n said, her hands beginning to sweat, "you don't have to–"

Alexia's patience thinned just a fraction. "Y/n, I'm going." Her voice was light, but it carried a quiet kind of authority that made Y/n freeze.

There was no more arguing.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat. The words she had prepared—the excuses, the defences—were gone in an instant. She let out a small sigh, her annoyance bubbling up, and without another word, turned on her heel, stomping toward the stairs.

Alexia was right behind her, effortlessly keeping pace.

Y/n clenched her jaw, focusing on the stairs beneath her feet as she started the climb. She refused to look at Alexia. Her frustration simmered quietly, but she wasn't about to give in.

She heard Alexia's soft footsteps behind her, unhurried, unbothered.

Y/n could feel the calm aura surrounding Alexia—it was like she didn't care about the tension, or maybe she just didn't see it. Either way, it was infuriating.

She huffed, crossing her arms tightly in front of her as they ascended. No words. Just the sound of their footsteps against the old staircase, the silence between them growing thicker with each step.

Alexia's umbrella was still in her hand. Y/n could almost feel her smirking behind her, but she refused to turn around to confirm.

It wasn't until they reached the fourth floor that Y/n finally broke the silence—not with words, but with a frustrated groan.

"Seven floors," she muttered, more to herself than to Alexia. "This is ridiculous."

Alexia, as always, was completely unbothered. She only offered a gentle chuckle from behind, her voice light. "It's good exercise, amor. You should thank me."

By the time they reached the seventh floor, Y/n's legs were burning, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.

The stairs felt endless, each step seeming to stretch farther than the last. Her entire body ached from the climb, and her frustration was bubbling over, though she refused to let Alexia see it.

She reached the top, exhaling sharply as she stepped onto the landing, trying to hide how out of breath she was.

Her chest heaved with each intake of air, her face flushed from the exertion. She leaned against the wall for a second, hands on her knees, trying to steady herself.

Alexia, on the other hand, was the picture of calm. She was still holding the umbrella, her hair barely even ruffled by the rain, her breathing steady and easy.

She hadn't broken a sweat. She didn't even seem winded.

"Finally," Y/n muttered, her voice a mix of exhaustion and annoyance, though there was a flicker of something else,, a reluctant admiration for Alexia's effortless grace.

Alexia looked over at her, eyebrows raised slightly, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile. "You okay, mi amor?" she asked, her voice light, almost teasing, as if climbing seven flights of stairs was nothing more than a casual stroll.

Y/n shot her a look, but it didn't have the same fire it usually did. She was just too tired. "You're not even out of breath," she grumbled, her arms now crossed tightly in front of her as she tried to catch her breath. "You could've carried me up here."

Alexia gave a soft chuckle, taking a step closer, the umbrella now resting at her side. "You're stronger than you give yourself credit for," she said, her tone gentle. "You made it."

Y/n didn't respond immediately; she was still trying to gather herself. It wasn't just the physical exhaustion, though; it was the nervous knot in her stomach. She couldn't shake the feeling that Alexia was seeing too much of her life.

The door to her apartment was only a few ssteps away, and yet it felt like it might as well be a mile.

When she finally pushed it open, she couldn't bring herself to look at Alexia. She stepped inside, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

Alexia followed in after her, closing the door gently behind her.

"Okay, Alexia," Y/n said, her tone a little sharper than she intended, as she gestured toward the sofa, "You. Sit there. I'll just... find my."

Alexia dropped down onto the well-worn sofa with a fluid grace, her eyes sweeping the space around her, taking everything in.

Y/n barely noticed, her mind already spinning as she quickly moved across the small living room, she quickly found her laptop, but its charger was nowhere to be seen.

She pulled open drawers and rummaged through her cluttered desk.

She could feel Alexia's gaze following her, even though she was trying hard not to look.

"Where is it?" Y/n muttered under her breath, tossing aside old notebooks and pens.

She barely had the time to pack up in the morning, and now here she was, digging through everything to find a stupid charger for a laptop that was already on its last leg.s.

Suddenly, the soft sound of the sofa creaking caught her attention.

"Alexia, you better not be getting up," Y/n called, not looking back, her voice sharp.

But Alexia's response came easily, without a hint of worry in her tone. "That tone only works for you, bebé, not for me."

Y/n gritted her teeth, but didn't take the bait.

She turned her focus back to the mess on the desk, hands scrabbling for the elusive charger. "Where the hell is it..." she muttered.

Then, the silence was broken again by Alexia's voice, this time a little more curious. "Y/n, is that black mould on your kitchen wall?"

Y/n froze for a second, eyes flicking over to the kitchen corner before her gaze snapped back to her search.

"Yes,' she said. "It's been there for a while."

She could hear Alexia shift on the sofa, probably glancing at the kitchen now.

But she didn't want to deal with this. Not now, not with her mind so tangled up already.

"We need to fix it then, bebé," Alexia's voice was soft. It wasn't judgment, just a quiet sense of responsibility, like she wanted to share the load with Y/n.

Y/n, still kneeling at her desk, sighed in frustration, pushing papers aside. "I will. Eventually. When I get the time."

"Right," Alexia said, her tone lighter but with an underlying seriousness. "This thing like–eats brains, no?"

Y/n finally gave up on the desk, moving toward the small kitchen counter where she kept a few more things scattered.

"Given the state of my brain, it would be starving," she muttered, her tone sharp.

She grabbed a few cables and pulled them open, desperate to find the right one. "Okay, I'm starting to belive some got here and stole my fucking charger."

Y/n finally gave up on the kitchen, frustration building as she headed toward the bedroom. She could hear Alexia's footsteps follow her, light and casual, but there was no mistaking the quiet curiosity in the air.

As she opened the bedroom door, Alexia leaned against the doorframe, her eyes scanning the room — it wasn't exactly a pristine space, but it was comfortable.

"Y/n," Alexia said, slightly worried in her voice," I think I saw a rat running out of your window."

Y/n stopped dead in her tracks. She turned to Alexia, her face was in a deadpan expression.

"Oh, yeah, him. He's always around. Sometimes, I let him in for a chat."

She moved over to the drawer by her bed and pulled it open, her fingers skimming through old receipts and books.

Alexia blinked. "Oh... okay," she said, the tone almost faltering for a moment as she processed what she just heard. "You—let him in?"

Y/n didn't seem to notice her surprise, too focused on her search.

"Yeah. He's a good listener. Keeps me company," She pulled out more cords and cables from the drawer.

The room fell into a brief silence, and Y/n, thinking Alexia had finally settled, started untangling the cables in her hands.

Yay!! SHe found it!

She was about to pull the charger free when she heard the faint sound of drawers opening.

"Alexia," Y/n said, voice flat, "stop going through my stuff."

But Alexia wasn't listening.

She was already rummaging through one of the drawers, pulling out an old T-shirt Y/n had shoved in there months ago.

"Oh, come on," Alexia said with a playful grin. "You literally wear my clothes all the time. I think I'm allowed a little peek at your stuff."

Y/n spun around, caught off guard. "Yeah, I do that, but you don't," she said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "You don't see me going through your wardrobe."

Alexia paused for a moment, her lips forming an exaggerated pout.

"Well, maybe you should. Just for fair play," she teased, and before Y/n could respond, Alexia took a dramatic step toward her wardrobe.

"No! Stop it!" Y/n shot forward, slamming the wardrobe door shut before Alexia could open it.

Alexia dramatically flopped down onto the bed, lying flat on her back with a heavy sigh.

"Por Deus...[oh God]" she muttered, "this mattress is horrible."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, eyes narrowing in playful warning. "It's not that bad."

"Oh, believe me, it is," Alexia groaned, shifting her body a little to find a more comfortable spot. "It feels like I'm sleeping on a pile of bricks."

Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Maybe you should sleep on the floor, then. Get a real feel for it."

Alexia stretched out on the bed dramatically, tossing her arms wide. "I'll buy you a new mattress," she said, her tone full of playful determination. "Maybe I'll even throw in a new sofa while I'm at it."

Y/n didn't even look at her, taking the laptop and charger into her hands.

"I knew this would happen," she muttered, walking toward the desk.

Alexia propped herself up on her elbows, frowning in confusion. "What would happen?" Completely innocent. "I just want to help."

Y/n paused, glancing back at Alexia, a slight edge to her voice. "You come here, see my apartment, and start talking about all the things that are wrong with it, and then you want to fix everything. Buy everything."

Alexia blinked, her brows furrowing in genuine confusion. "Is that a bad thing, amor?"

Y/n froze, her hand tightening around the laptop as she tried to control the frustration simmering beneath the surface.

She exhaled sharply, shaking her head.

"Yes!" she said, the word coming out sharper than she intended. "I don't need you buying me stuff, Alexia. I don't need you fixing everything."

Alexia sat up fully now, the concern growing on her face.

"But I want to help," she said softly, her voice almost... unsure. "I don't want to make you feel like I'm forcing things on you. I just... want you to have what you deserve, sí?"

Y/n turned back to the desk,avoiding Alexia's gaze. "I do have what I deserve, Alexia. I just... don't need it all fixed."

Alexia sat up fully now, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"I get you don't like it when I buy you stuff, but I hope you're very much aware that you're not living here anymore."

Y/n froze, her eyes snapping to Alexia's face, not sure if she heard that right.

"Excuse me?" she asked, her voice a little more tense than she intended.

Alexia's gaze didn't waver. "There's mould. Black mould, Y/n. And rats. This isn't a healthy place to live."

Y/n's chest tightened at the mention of the mould and the rats. She didn't need Alexia telling her that. She already knew.

"It's what I can pay for, Alexia, the rent it's not much" she muttered, voice small but defensive.

She grabbed her keys from the kitchen counter and handed them to Alexia, her hand lingering just a moment too long before she let go. "You can lock up when you leave."

Alexia took the keys, watching her with concern. But Y/n was already walking toward the stairs, head down. "Rent?"

"Yes, Alexia, rent", Y/n shouted, slowing down, her finger clenching the railing. "Do you think I live here because the landlord found me so pretty and decided to let me stay?"

Alexia caught up with her quickly, her hand resting on Y/n's shoulder, stopping her in her tracks. "Oh," Alexia said, as if struck by a sudden realisation. "I forgot rent was a thing."

..

They were back in the car now, the air between them thick with tension. Y/n sat with her arms crossed, the pout on her face unmistakable.

She was clearly angry, her gaze fixed out the window, avoiding Alexia's.

Alexia kept her hands on the wheel, trying to keep her cool. She didn't want to make things worse, but she also couldn't help thinking she was right.

The silence stretched on, and the faint sound of rain hitting the roof was the only noise filling the car.

"Y/n," Alexia started, keeping her tone soft, "we'll find you a better place. Maybe closer to your university?" She glanced at Y/n, gauging her reaction.

Y/n let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes still trained on the window. "I don't need another place, Alexia. I'm fine here."

Alexia shook her head slightly, her grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"You do need a better place. It's not healthy for you to live in a place like that. I mean, come on--mould and rats? You deserve better."

"I don't need anything else, okay?" Y/n snapped, finally turning her head to meet Alexia's gaze. "I can handle it. I've been managing just fine."

Alexia rolled her eyes, letting out an exasperated breath. "Why are you so stubborn?"

Y/n shot her a sharp look. "I'm as stubborn as you are!"

The words hung in the air, both of them now silent, each stewing in their frustration.

Neither of them seemed ready to back down.

Alexia's lips tightened into a thin line, glancing at Y/n again before turning her attention back to the road.

Y/n shifted in her seat, but still said nothing.

The car hummed on through the rain, their silence only deepening.

They pulled into the driveway of Alexia's house, the rain still falling heavily, the atmosphere inside the car thick with the weight of their argument.

Before the car had even fully stopped, Y/n opened the door, already stepping out.

Alexia's jaw clenched at the sight. She didn't want to push, didn't want to make things worse, but she couldn't help herself.

"Y/n," Alexia said, her voice low, a hint of frustration lacing her words, "how many times will I have to ask you to let me open the door for you?"

Y/n didn't answer, simply stepping out into the rain, her back turned to Alexia as she moved toward the front steps.

Alexia exhaled sharply, letting her frustration out in a soft breath, but she wasn't about to let Y/n walk off alone, especially in this weather.

She grabbed the umbrella and followed, catching up to her quickly, slipping her arm around Y/n's shoulders.

She pulled her gently toward her side, guiding her under the umbrella.

Y/n didn't resist, but there was no warmth in the way she walked, just quiet tension, the kind that only came after an argument left unsaid.

She didn't look at Alexia, her gaze fixed ahead as they made their way to the door.

Once inside, Y/n set her backpack by the door, kicking off her shoes and placing them neatly to the side.

Alexia followed suit, dropping her umbrella and taking off her shoes, both of them still wearing frowns as they silently moved through the familiar space.

Alexia sat on the sofa, looking over at Y/n with a slight shake of her head. "Really?" she asked, her tone still holding a bit of that edge.

Y/n didn't respond, choosing instead to sit on the opposite end of the sofa, her posture stiff, arms crossed. She stared at the floor, refusing to meet Alexia's gaze.

Alexia sighed, her expression softening just slightly.

"Come sit here with me."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but after a beat of silence, she moved.

She sat down on Alexia's lap, the action more out of necessity than any real desire for closeness.

Her head naturally found its place on Alexia's shoulder, her body still tense, but her breathing evening out as Alexia wrapped her arms around her gently.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence was heavy, but at least it was quiet.

The kind of quiet that filled the spaces left between them, neither of them pushing further, but both still aware of the tension that lingered.

Alexia kissed the top of Y/n's head softly, her voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to upset you, cariño"

Y/n didn't respond right away, but she shifted slightly.

"I know," she muttered, the anger from earlier starting to drain away, replaced by exhaustion. "I just... I don't want to feel like I need everything fixed all the time."

"I get that," Alexia said softly, her thumb brushing over Y/n's knuckles. "But I still want to help."

Y/n didn't say anything to that, simply closing her eyes, letting herself lean into Alexia's touch.

Alexia's hand slipped under Y/n's shirt, her fingers grazing lightly across the warm skin of her back.

The touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if she were giving Y/n the space to decide how far she wanted to go.

Her lips, soft and patient, brushed against the side of Y/n's neck, placing a quiet kiss there.

Y/n shifted slightly, feeling the weight of Alexia's body against hers, the intimacy of the moment deepening with every breath.

Her hand instinctively rested on Alexia's chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of Alexia's shirt as she leaned in closer.

Alexia's hand, steady and firm, moved to Y/n's hip, pulling her in just a little closer. The warmth between them intensified, but there was no rush, no urgency, , just a quiet connection that spoke volumes.

"It just makes me happy to know you're being taken care of," Alexia murmured against her skin, her voice a mix of affection and quiet resolve.

Y/n's breath caught at the tenderness in her words, but she wasn't sure how to respond.

"You don't have to do this, Alexia," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have my internship... I can take care of myself."

But Alexia didn't pull away. Instead, she kissed Y/n's neck again, a little deeper this time, her lips lingering against the soft skin.

"You don't have to do everything alone," Alexia whispered, her lips kissing the skin of Y/n's neck with each word. "I'm here for you."

Y/n let out a soft sigh, her hand resting gently on Alexia's shoulder. "Ale, it will leave a mark."

Alexia's lips paused just for a moment, a soft chuckle escaping her.

"Don't worry, amor," she whispered, kissing the spot once more. "The mark will be gone by Monday, sí?"

"Arms up," Alexia murmured, her voice low, and Y/n obeyed without hesitation, lifting her arms as Alexia eased the shirt off.

There was something comforting about the way Alexia moved—slow, patient, almost reverent, as if every movement was meant to show Y/n how important she was to her.

Once the shirt was gone, Alexia paused for a moment, just looking at her, taking in her naked torso.

"Pretty girl," Alexia whispered, her breath warm against Y/n's skin.

She moved closer, her lips brushing gently against the soft skin of Y/n's collarbone, trailing kisses that were more about reassurance than desire.

"I missed you," Alexia murmured. "Missed you so much."

She pulled Y/n close, her hands resting on her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin against her own.

Y/n melted into her touch, her heart fluttering in her chest, both from the tenderness of the moment and the way Alexia seemed to know exactly what she needed.

She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh, her body relaxing under Alexia's care.

"Let me take care of you," Alexia said, her voice a soft promise, a plea to let her be there in every way, emotionally and physically.

Her fingers traced along Y/n's arm, her touch soothing.

Y/n nodded, her eyes flicking open, looking up at Alexia with a softness that was all trust. "Please," she whispered, her voice full of longing.

Alexia smiled softly, a hint of reassurance in her gaze.

"Then listen to me, amor," Alexia said, her voice steady but full of a quiet, playful authority.

"Let me handle this." Her fingers gently tugged at the waistband of Y/n's pants, a teasing touch that sent a shiver down Y/n's spine.

As the pants slid off, Alexia took her time, her hands brushing against Y/n's skin, savouring the softness of her body.

She moved slowly, letting the anticipation build in the space between the.

When she finally placed her fingers gently on Y/n's cunt, she felt the warmth of her, already so eager, and she couldn't help but smirk.

"I think you need me," Alexia murmured, her voice low, the words laced with teasing satisfaction.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was something tender underneath, an unspoken promise that she would take her time with Y/n.

Y/n's breath hitched at the touch, her chest rising and falling with every deep inhale.

Alexia was drawing out of her.

"I do," she whispered, her voice a mix of longing and surrender.

Alexia chuckled softly, moving with intention, but at a maddeningly slow pace, circling her throbbingclit very gently, very patiently, watching Y/n's reaction to every move.

"Shh," she whispered. "Let me. You just stay right there, and I'll take care of everything."

Y/n's breath was quickening, her body aching for more, but she obeyed, her eyes locked on Alexia's.

The teasing was a game, but in Alexia's hands, it felt like more—it felt like devotion, like she was showing Y/n just how much she cared for her, in a way that only Alexia could.

Y/n's breath grew more ragged as Alexia's fingers continued their slow, deliberate movements on her clit, teasing and coaxing her closer to the edge.

She moved her hands too slowly; it almost felt like torture.

Y/n was hot against Alexia, trying to move her hips against Alexia's fingers, but the player didn't let her, holding her still with only one hand.

The warmth of Alexia's touch, so gentle and steady, made Y/n feel like she was losing herself in the moment. It felt so good, so good.

Her body responded instinctively, every part of her aching for more.

"Just like that, Ale", Y/n gasped, her voice shaky but full of need.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her as Alexia's movements became just a little more insistent.

She started to circle Y/n's clit in eight figures, a little faster.

Alexia smirked, her eyes locked on Y/n's face, watching every subtle shift in her expression.

"Not so grumpy anymore, huh?" she teased, her voice low and filled with satisfaction, her fingers never stopping, always keeping that maddening rhythm on her cunt.

Y/n's face flushed, her chest rising and falling as she fought to keep her composure.

She wanted to say something witty, to hold onto her pride, but the pleasure building within her made it difficult to think straight.

With a playful scowl, she managed a breathless, "Shut up, Alexia."

Alexia chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead, the sound of their closeness filling the air.

"I'm just saying," she teased, her lips grazing the side of Y/n's neck, sending a fresh wave of shivers through her. "You look much better when you're not frowning."

Y/n's body finally gave in, her back arching off slightly, a soft cry escaping her lips as she reached her high.

The moment stretched out, the intense pleasure taking over her entire being.

She couldn't hold back the shaky sighs, the whispered gasps, as she surrendered to Alexia completely.

"See?" Alexia whispered with a soft, satisfied smile, her fingers still lingering on her clit, messing with the wetness of her pussy.

"Told you I could make you feel better." Her words were playful, but there was something deeper.

Y/n opened her eyes, a shy smile on her face.

"You're insufferable," she muttered, but there was no malice in her voice.

Alexia leaned down, kissing her softly, a promise lingering in the tender touch. "And you love me anyway."

After a few moments, Alexia carefully moved Y/n from her lap, the warmth of the moment still lingering between them.

After easing Y/n off her lap, Alexia laid her down on the sofa.

She kept her hand on Y/n's thigh, her fingers gently stroking the soft skin there as she leaned in for a light kiss on her thigh.

Y/n, still a little dazed from everything, let out a soft exhale, her body still tingling from the orgasm.

But Alexia wasn't done yet.

She gently kissed Y/n cunt, beginning to lap at her clit and sucking it, but not desperately, rather in a very lazy, calm manner.

Alexia stayed like that, almost as if to savour a meal...almost as if to prove a point, to show that yes, Y/n needed her, at least for this.

She moved her tonge around, going from her clit to her wet hole, thrusting her tonge inside her cunt, feeling her taste--her favorite.

Y/n held down to Alexia's hair, bringing her closer to her cunt, especially after Alexia sucked hard at her clit, latching on it and sucking it desperately.

It didn't take too long. Not with how determined Alexia was in making the girl have another orgasm again.

When Y/n came again, Alexia smiled at herself, and then she cleaned her mouth on the sleeve of her hoodie and leaned over Y/n again.

Alexia kissed Y/n softly, her lips brushing against hers in a slow,, as if savouring the quiet intimacy that followed.

The kiss deepened, just enough to leave Y/n breathless again, her hands resting on Alexia's shoulders as she leaned into the touch even more.

Alexia smirked as her hand travelled higher up Y/n's thigh.

"So, since you've got two orgasms," she said, her voice warm and filled with a mischievous tone, "How about I buy you an apartment?"

Y/n barely managed to crack her eyes open, her body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.

It was hard to focus on anything, let alone Alexia, when her senses were still overwhelmed by the warm waves that had just swept through her.

"Huh?" she mumbled, her voice thick, still clouded by the lingering aftereffects.

"An apartment," Alexia repeated, her tone casual as she kissed Y/n's cheek, then her nose, her lips grazing her skin in soft, teasing touches.

Her hand moved to Y/n's ribs, gently caressing the curve of her body with such tenderness it made Y/n's breath hitch.

"A good one, for you," Alexia added, her smile never faltering, her eyes glinting with affection and mischief all at once.

Y/n blinked, trying to clear the fog in her mind, but it was difficult. Her whole body felt like it was still floating.

"Y-you can't do that," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.

"Do what?" Alexia asked, pretending to be innocent, though the playful glint in her eyes gave her away.

"Use orgasms to keep me confused," Y/n muttered, hating how small and weak her voice sounded, but oh god—she couldn't process a single coherent thought right now, especially when she was naked, exposed, and Alexia was fully dressed, hovering above her like this.

Alexia leaned down, kissing her, her smile curling at the corners as she pulled away just enough to whisper.

"I don't need orgasms to do that, cariño. But I do like seeing you like this—completely mine."

Y/n's chest heaved, the teasing words sending a new wave of heat through her.

She swallowed hard, trying to gather her thoughts, but Alexia's touch, her presence, was making it impossible..

"Alright, let's go have a shower," she said with a wink, her fingers still lightly grazing Y/n's skin. "A nice, relaxing shower, yeah?"

She let out a small sigh,

"Just a shower, okay?" she mumbled, her voice quiet and soft, like she was already half-asleep. "I'm really tired, Alexia..."

Alexia's eyes softened, but her smirk didn't fade.

"Okay, just a shower,' she agreed.

She helped Y/n sit up, her hands gentle as she guided her to her feet.

..

The night had passed, and Alexia hadn't mentioned the apartment again.

Not once, not even a hint of it.

Not during breakfast when Y/n had barely been awake enough to hold a conversation, and definitely not when Alexia had been lounging on the sofa, eyes glued to the Barcelona game, while Y/n buried her nose in her textbooks, trying to get some studying done.

It wasn't even brought up during their workout later that day—Alexia had taken her to her private gym and they did their normal workout without even mentioning her apartment.

But Y/n was perceptive and could tell something was off.

Alexia wasn't bringing it up.

And the more she didn't mention it, the more Y/n started to get suspicious.

She had been on edge all day, her mind running in circles, trying to figure out what Alexia was up to.

She knew Alexia was persistent—hell, that's one of the things she loved most about her—but this... this was different. Alexia was too quiet about it.

Too careful, too smooth.

After the workout, when they were both in the living room again. Alexia was watching football again, in perfect silence.

Y/n couldn't stand it anymore.

"You're planning something," Y/n blurted out, unable to hide her curiosity any longer.

Alexia turned her head, eyes narrowing in mock surprise. "Me? Plan something? Never."

She gave a little half-smile, the glint in her eyes giving her away, but she didn't say anything more.

The Sunday came.

And when Y/n woke up, Alexia was gone.

She didn't think too much about it, Alexia always went running during the most insufferable hours of morning.

A few hours later, Alexia walked into the living room, her face glowing with excitement, a small bundle in her arms.

Y/n looked up from her phone, her eyebrows furrowing at the sight of the tiny puppy wriggling in Alexia's grasp.

"Guess what I got!" Alexia said, her eyes practically sparkling with mischief.

She gently placed the puppy on Y/n's lap, the little furball instantly curling up against her, licking her fingers with enthusiastic little nudges.

"Alexia?! What the fuck?" Y/n said as she stared at the small Labrador on her lap. "What–? Where did you get it? Oh my God?!"

The little furball was nestled into Y/n's lap, snuggled up like it had always been there, and Y/n's face was absolutely radiant with joy, but also with surprise.

"Do you like her?" Alexia asked with a soft smile, her voice warm but carrying an undertone of mischief.

Y/n looked up at her, beaming. "

Like her? I love her, Alexia! She's perfect!" She held the tiny puppy close, completely falling in love with the little creature's sweet energy. "But–"

Alexia's grin widened. "Great!" she said, almost too casually. "Keep her, then."

Y/n's expression shifted, her joy turning to a slight confusion as she glanced up at Alexia.

"Wait... you mean I can keep her? But—" Her words trailed off, a thought hitting her. "But my apartment doesn't allow pets."

Alexia's face feigned shock, her hand flying to her chest in exaggerated concern.

"Oh no, really? That's so unfortunate." Her voice was dripping with playful sincerity, but Y/n wasn't fooled.

Y/n squinted her eyes, starting to piece things together.

"You're not seriously telling me you adopted a dog just to get me to move, are you?" she asked deadpanned.

Alexia chuckled softly, her grin widening as she rubbed the back of her neck, looking entirely too innocent.

"Well, maybe I did consider that," she admitted. "I thought maybe this would be the perfect excuse for you to finally accept my offer to buy you a new place."

Y/n blinked, her mouth falling open slightly in disbelief. "Are you for real, Putellas?"

"Of course," Alexia said, her tone completely matter-of-fact.

"I knew you would never leave your place for just any reason, but a puppy? How could you say no to that? And besides," she added with a wink, "if you're going to have a dog, you need a place where she can actually live comfortably, right?"

Y/n just stared at her.

"I can't believe you did that," she muttered, glancing down at the puppy, who was happily oblivious to the entire situation.

Then, she sighed dramatically, looking up at Alexia.

"Fine. I guess I can't say no to the puppy, or to you. But—" she wagged a finger at Alexia, "If I'm moving to a new place, I'm picking it out. It's absolutely not going to be some big, fancy, chic place. No high-rise or penthouse or anything like that."

She shook her head, as if imagining it already.

"Just a very normal apartment. Nothing flashy. Just... one that allows pets and it's big for Carmelita to run."

"Carmelita?" Alexia asked. "Couldn't you think of a better name for her?"

"No." Y/n said deadpan. "You gave me the dog, I picked her name."

Alexia grinned, her heart swelling with affection.

"Fine, I'll find you the most normal, cosy place you could imagine," she said. "But just so you know... normal doesn't mean boring, it has to be a cool place for you and...well–Carmelita."

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