(+18) Let them talk - Patri Guijarro

Summary: The team goes out for drinks after training, and you and Patri sneak into the bathroom.

Warnings: (+18) smut, fingering (r receiving)

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You and Patri had been a secret for a long time. Exactly six months and twenty-eight days.

You were Barcelona's newest signing of the season. They needed a defender, someone who was quick and aggressive. Cata was growing too vulnerable in her positions, as other clubs had been adopting a more contentious strategy for their forwards.

You were the best option available on the market. They had bought you from your previous team, Wolfsburg. Your contract was done on the second day of the transfer window.

That was how good you were. You were very aware of it. And cocky too.

Good thing a certain midfielder liked cocky.

Patri was gentle and sweet. She welcomed you from day one, smiled at you like she smiled at all the girls, and you didn't like that. You wanted her eyes on you all the time.

But tonight, they were.

The team had gathered at a tucked-away bar far from the noise of Barcelona. The kind of place that was not listed in travel guides, the kind of place only known by locals.

It was small, rustic, kind of smelled of cheap beer, and the fries were too oily. You hadn't been here before, and you didn't mind the fries, actually, they had become one of your favourite things from the bar.

You took a fry from the plate and put it into your mouth; the oil was dripping down your fingers. Everybody at the table was a bit too drunk to see how Patri was watching you in that way you knew too well: Carefully and hungrily.

Without breaking eye contact with her, you brought your hand up and licked the oil slowly. You smirked and then grabbed another fry. But this time the oil trailed a bit lower, it was down your chest, disappearing between your breasts.

Patri didn't blink as if she couldn't handle the thought of not seeing you. Instead, she reached for her drink and swallowed the rest of it.

"Damn...get a room, "Kika teased, watching both you and Patri.

Okay, maybe not everyone was too drunk.

"This is literally a public space," Jana muttered playfully, rolling her eyes. "Vicky's here. She's, like, a baby. So can you two be proper?"

Vicky was sitting in the middle seat, and Esmee was right next to her, braiding her hair. She looked up at Jana, completely confused. "Mhm...what?"

The conversation was cut short when the waitress arrived with another round of alcohol, courtesy of Alexia, aka the best captain in the world. Thankfully, it was enough to distract everyone again.

You looked at Patri and then, subtly, tilted your head to the right, to the bathroom.

She nodded, a knowing glance in her eyes.

You stood up, and the wooden chair made a noise against the floor, but nobody looked, at least you didn't notice if they did. Maybe you were a bit intoxicated, too. You swayed your hips as you walked, and you took exactly ten steps before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

It wasn't one of those bathrooms with stalls, it was just a single toilet, a sink and a mirror. It was very small, but you and Patri didn't need much space, not right now. Small was good.

Patri walked in seventeen seconds later, closing the door behind her without making any sound.

She didn't say a single word, either. She grabbed your waist and pulled you closer, kissing you hard. Her lips were warm, she tasted like beer, fries, and something citrusy. Orange juice? Maybe? You weren't sure if she had ordered that.

It didn't matter.

You wrapped your arms around her neck as you stood on tiptoe, trying to deepen the kiss even more. Your tongues were tangled. It was a messy kiss, reckless, too. You realised too late that you probably shouldn't have called her here, not when Jana and Kika were already nosy.

"Patri," you murmured against her mouth, but she didn't stop the kiss. You tried again, but this time you pulled back just slightly. "Patri, baby–"

Ptri pouted, but gave a step back, so she had enough space to look at your face. "What, cariño?'

"Kika and Jana, they–mhhm." Her lips found your neck this time, sucking softly, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make your nipples harden.

You were losing your mind in a cheap bar, and Patri was to blame.

You tried again, tilting your head to give Patri more space, a dichotomy from your words. "I'm serious, baby, did–did they see you leave?"

"Uhum," she said, licking a path from under your chin down to the top of your chest, right where your shirt started. "They did."

'Then maybe we should...Patri," you stammered as she tugged down your zipper and unbuttoned your jeans, like she had done a million times. Her fingers slipped into your underwear.

"You're so wet already." She grinned, clearly proud of herself.

'Maybe we should go," you repeated weekly, though your hips were already rolling into her finger.

"No." Her lips brushed your ear, biting your earlobe "We're staying right here. You're not leaving this bathroom until I make you come."

Two of her fingers slid over your clit, in a fast but firm rhythm. You gasped as your hands gripped her shoulders, now it was like you were both moving in sync, Patri was trying hard to make you come in no time, and you were more than happy to help her with that.

Patri always knew exactly where to touch you, and she knew exactly how to make you beg for more.

Your mind was dizzy. But you still didn't forget about the team, who was sitting on one of the tables just a few feet away.

"The girls....fuck," you moaned, your head falling back. Your body was already overwhelmed from the pleasure, feeling the rush of oxytocin running through your body. "Th–they will talk," you managed to say, barely.

Patri pressed deeper, her fingers sinking into you, hitting that spongy spot that made your eyes roll. She filled you completely. Always did.

"Let them talk," she murmured, her other hand steadying you by the waist. "Let's give them something to talk about, sí?"

Then she leaned in, her mouth was close to your ear. "Deja que nos escuchen, cariño" [Let them hear us, cariño]

You were good. Very well-behaved. So you did as you were told and gave Jana and Kika, who you were sure were listening from behind the door, something to haunt them for the rest of their lives.

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a/n: hiii hope u guys enjoyed it. this if my first fic of the day five more to come