prompt: you and alexia putellas go on your honeymoon and can’t seem to keep your hands off each other
a/n: if you are under 18 please do not interact and read at your own discretion. this is probably the most detailed smut i've written thus far so enjoy i guess?
Joining back with the group of your teammates and friends on holiday in Ibiza after your honeymoon was always the plan for you and Alexia. It was nice to have time alone but you also love spending downtime with your friends. So your pre-national team camp plan included a perfect mix of both.
“The party has arrived” you yell, making your way into the outdoor area of the Ibiza villa. Your arrival is a surprise to everyone as neither you or Alexia had told anyone when you would be returning from the Maldives, all they knew was that at some point during the holidays you two would be joining back with them.
“MRS PUTELLAS!” your best friend Leila yells, getting up from her seat at the table making quick work of pulling you into her arms.
“We both kept our own last names Ouahabi” you laugh, holding on to her tightly.
“I don’t care, you are Mrs Putellas to me now. How was it? You need to tell me everything” Leila exclaims, grasping onto your hand and leading towards where she was previously sitting, forcing you to sit next to her, not allowing you any opportunity to greet anyone else.
You look across the table where your wife is greeting everyone in a much more casual way than your reunion with Leila. Her eyes catch yours and she sends you a small wink, the action making you blush far too easily for your own liking.
“(Y/N)” Leila waves her hand in front of your face, capturing back your attention. “Come on you just spent a whole week with Ale, you owe me some attention now” she whines, the sentiment making you laugh at your best friend's dramatics.
“Okay fine, I am all yours sorry gemela” you inform Leila, dramatically moving your chair to face her to show that she has your full attention.
The two of you catch up for a while, telling her the most exciting parts of your trip, like paddle boarding, watching the sunrise and sunset every morning and visiting some amazing restaurants. You purposely leave out discussion the sexual experiences that made up the majority of your trip, keeping that as something between yourself and Alexia.
“Woah Ale, (Y/N) did a number on you!” Virginia exclaims, the loudness of her statement capturing your attention.
You immediately look across to where Alexia is sitting speaking with a few of the girls, Virginia wiggling her eyebrows, “you told them?”
“No, no I didn’t” Alexia immediately replies, knowing what you are thinking and working to assure you that she didn’t tell your friends any details of the intimate moments that the two of you shared.
“Ale hasn’t said anything but I think the state of her neck speaks for itself” Virginia laughs pointing at the dark purple hickey on Alexia’s neck that is showing through the makeup she strategically applied.
“Shit” Alexia whispers knowing that her makeup rubbed of due to her rubbing her neck, “sorry baby”
“You did that (Y/N)?” Leila asks in horror. The full extent of the damage you did is shown to the group, the bruise is extremely dark, and while it is the only mark on her neck it is fairly clear that you worked that spot harshly with just how concentrated the colour of her skin is.
You nod sheepishly, you had purposely avoided that topic of how much sexual intimacy was shared on your honeymoon but now that the girls have found a semblance of proof they are not going to stop until they know every last detail that occurred over the course of your trip.
“My little baby (Y/N/N) did this? I don’t believe it” Leila exclaims dramatically, pulling you into her arms and coddling you.
You push yourself out of Leila’s hold, giggling at her dramatics, “we are literally married, what did you expect us to do for a week in a private hut in the Maldives?” you raise and eyebrow, wondering if she is being serious or if her display is just a joke.
“Not that!” Leila points at Alexia’s neck, the voice of horror causing the entire group to laugh.
“Anyway, details now” Virginia draws the attention away from Leila, looking between you and Alexia, waiting for one of you to speak.
“No way Torrecilla, that stays between us, you already know way too much” Alexia states, chuckling at the immediate groan that comes from Virginia.
“So you guys just stayed in and had sex for the entire week?” Leila whispers to you as the rest of the girls move on to a new topic of conversation.
“No, we explored other places too” you answer casually.
“You two fucked in other places?!” Leila asks in shock, her mind instantly putting the dots together, gathering the information from the way you answered her question.
“LEILA!” you yell, not having expected her to have an outburst like that.
“You two fucked in public?” Virginia asks excitedly, knowing now that Alexia can not brush her off and that the details of your week in the Maldives will come to light.
“Yes” “No” you and Alexia answer at the same time, Alexia giving up while you still attempt to deny what happened.
Virginia looks between the two of you with a smirk on her face.
“Okay yes, it was only once though” you sigh, giving the group the answer they so desperately wanted to hear.
“Now there is no way you can deny us the details” Virginia states, looking expectantly, waiting for one of you to start talking.
“I guess I should start right at the start then, hey baby?” Alexia asks with a smirk, now more than willing to disclose what happened. You are left covering your face with your hands, the blush that covers your cheeks still clearly on display to the rest of the group.
“Are you ready to go baby?” Alexia calls out to you, it is the first night of your honeymoon so the two of you have a romantic dinner planned, the first one you will have alone since the two of you have been married.
“Si” you respond simply, making your way out of the bathroom, attempting to pull the hair tie out of your hair while doing so.
You let your hair down, dragging your hand through it a couple of times to make sure it falls down your back nicely, as you do you look up catching Alexia staring at you, her eyes not moving, stuck staring at your outfit.
“Everything okay?” you ask immediately, you had been worried about your outfit choice. The white button up shirt barely buttoned in order to show off your black lace bralette underneath and a pair of black slacks while not your usual style was something you wanted to try out.
“What time is our reservation again?” Alexia asks, her eyes still not leaving your body as she moves towards you.
“What time is it now?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper as she is so close to you that you feel the heat of her body against you.
You ignore the close proximity of your wife, moving your hand up to check the time your watch is displaying, “1730”
“That is more than enough time for what I am going to do to you” Alexia husks out, moving her hands into your open shirt, her hands gripping onto your bare skin causing shivers down your spine.
Before you are able to ask what she plans on doing, Alexia's lips roughly meet yours, the forcefulness makes you moan against her lips.
The sound of your moan causes her to buck her hips into you, gripping you impossibly tighter, you already know there will be light bruising on your waist from her hold.
As the kiss deepens you wrap your arms around Alexias neck, your arms draping over her shoulders lazily. You are clearly distracted by the intense kissing which gives Alexia the opportunity to move one of her hands from it’s place on your waist to the front of your pants. She is able to unbutton your pants, surprising you when her hand makes it down the front of your body, her suddenly grasping your pussy through your panties.
“Aleee” you moan out in a whiny tone. “We don’t have time for this” you force yourself to think logically in the moment knowing that you will likely miss your reservation if you let Alexia continue what she is doing.
“I can be quick” she answers, pushing her thumb into your clit, the rough touch on your sensitive area causing your legs to buckle. “Careful sweetheart” Alexia speaks in a sly tone, her other arm now working to hold you upright.
Alexia moves her hand that was down your pants, the lack of contact causing you to whimper, inexplicitly informing Alexia that you enjoyed her touch which makes her desire to touch you even stronger.
“Are you going to do something or should we just go already?” you ask with a huff, hating how Alexia teases you the way she does, leaving you all bothered while she just gets to laugh it off.
“Come on princesa, no need to be like that” Alexia smirks, her tight grip on you held even tighter as she pushes herself flush against your body looking down at you. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?” her condescending tone is evident.
You look up at her, no words spoken not wanting to fall into her trap.
“Fine if you won’t tell me what you want we can go” Alexia lets go of your waist, holding her hands in the air and walking away from you towards the door, signifying that you two can head out for your reservation.
You again whine at the lack of contact, the action just making Alexia laugh knowing that half of the teasing you experience from her is your own doing.
You begin to make your way towards the door, following behind Alexia with an annoyed pout.
“I would change if I was you” Alexia turns around, leaning against the wall near the front door.
“Last I knew you were pretty wet, wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable at dinner” Alexia states casually, the comment causing you to huff and stomp your way back to your bedroom to change your outfit.
Making your way into the restaurant half an hour past the time of your reservation it is clear that between you and your new wife you are the only one who is actually worried about the fact that you are late. Usually Alexia is extremely punctual and responsible but on vacation Alexia is like a completely different person, not worrying about a single thing.
“Come on Ale” you pull her along, her slowly walking behind you, frustrating you to no end, “what is so interesting back there that you have to walk at the pace of a snail?”
Alexia takes two decent strides easily catching up to you. “Your ass looks incredible in that dress” she whispers in your ear.
“I hate you for being the reason I had to change” you groan.
Alexia’s natural response to your complaint is grasping your ass, squeezing it quickly then immediately letting go as if she hadn’t done anything.
You halt your movements causing Alexia to stop right behind you, the front of her body pressed against your back.
“You okay?” she asks sweetily, her breath blowing onto your neck as she speaks into your ear.
You shudder at the contact, a harsh shiver running down your body. Remembering where you are, you snap out of your thoughts. “I’m just fine” you answer simply, walking towards the hostess stand trying your hardest to ignore what Alexia is doing.
“Hi, we had a reservation for 1800, I’m so sorry that we are late but is there a chance we would be able to get a table anyway?“ you ask the hostess in a slight panic, knowing how popular this restaurant is and that it has a rather strict reservation policy.
“Of course” she smiles at you sweetly, “your reservation should be okay, what name is it under?”
“Putellas” Alexia speaks up from behind you, clearly using the situation to portray a sense of dominance.
“Follow me and I will show you to your table” the hostess offers, walking through the restaurant, leading you to a secluded corner.
Once you are seated and served Alexia immediately goes back to teasing you, placing her hand on your now bare thigh.
“Really?” you ask, looking at Alexia who is clearly pretending to read her menu.
“What?” she asks dramatically as you continue to stare at her, waiting for her to acknowledge what she is doing. “I’m thinking of getting the salmon, what about you?” she looks you in the eyes, ignoring her purposeful actions and your annoyed glare.
You sigh knowing that the game that Alexia is playing and knowing her she will not be stopping any time soon. You decide to ignore her cold hand which is slowly inching up your thigh and engage in conversation just as she would like you to.
“The chicken salad sounds good” you answer simply.
The two of you continue with some simple small talk until the waitress makes her way over asking you both what you would like.
“I’ll have the salmon with grilled vegetables” Alexia speaks, smiling sweetly at the waitress across the table.
“And I’ll-” “She will have the grilled chicken salad, that is all we would like thank you” Alexia speaks over you, handing the waitress both of your menus.
“I can order for myself Ale” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back in your seat, slightly annoyed at Alexia’s behaviour thus far.
“Wouldn’t want you to waste your voice on such trivial things, it will be put to much better use later” she responds, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek, the action making you blush a deep red.
“How so?” you bite back once you have mentally recovered from what she said.
“I think you know exactly how baby, no need to play dumb” a chuckle escapes her lips as she inches her hand impossibly closer to your core, her hand slides under the buttom of your dress and is now sitting at the top of your thigh.
You don't respond, instead you sit silently, a small smirk threatening to overtake your features at what Alexia is going to discover in a matter of moments.
She presses her hand to your core, having to cover up her complete shock that crosses her face. Her hand is not stopped by your panties, instead she is touching your bare pussy, the lack of coverage both shocking and exciting her.
“You aren’t wearing panties baby” she leans over to whisper, the stunned tone causing you to giggle, as she makes it seems as if you aren’t aware of the fact.
“I know, I didn’t put any on when I got changed” you answer with a casual shrug.
“You think a bare pussy is appropriate attire for such an occasion?” she asks with her eyebrow raised, one finger sitting delicately close to your hole, obviously she is ready to push it into you if you don’t answer how she would like you.
Shocking Alexia with your lack of underwear gave you a small bout of confidence and took away any annoyance you had been feeling about her less than appropriate actions. So now rather than roll your eyes at her, you instead play into her questioning.
“I haven’t heard any complaints so I would assume so. Is it not appropriate?” you ask innocently, looking at your wife with doe eyes knowing that your faux innocence drives her crazy.
Alexia moves closer to you, her mouth so close to you that you feel her breath on your neck, the warmth sending shivers down your spin and pulses straight towards your pussy. She slowly pushes her finger into you extremely slowly at the same time.
“Baby… It was a bold move but a very dumb one” she answers, her lips against your ear.
The vibrations of her words along with the blissful feeling of her finger curling against your g-spot leaving you in an extremely vulnerable state.
She continues to push her finger against you, the action alone driving you towards an orgasm due to how worked up she has gotten you over the course of the evening. Alexia knows this though and just before you are able to let go she slides her finger out of you, subtlety and sensually licking the finger clean, not even giving you the satisfaction of looking at you as she does so.
Once she is done with her display of dominance she looks over at you. “Are you okay?” she asks casually, the smirk on her face and the aching between your thighs leaving you frustrated beyond belief.
You don’t answer her question, instead just staring at her with a slight pout. Your craving for her to bring you to an orgasim at this very moment is clear to her and she finds great joy in watching you as internally debate whether to beg her to help you cum or stand your ground and pretend you are fine.
You stand strong for longer than Alexia had expected, spending quite a few minutes deep in thought with the pout still etched into your features. There is slight sway to your hips, anyone else would think you needed to use the bathroom but Alexia knows you better than that and she is well aware that you are trying to use the friction to bring you to your orgasm so you don’t have to ask her for help.
“Come on baby, just tell me what you need me and I’ll be happy to help out” she places her hand back onto your thigh. She looks at you disapprovingly causing you to halt your actions.
“I need to cum” you whisper barely just urging yourself to mumble the sentence out.
“What was that?” Alexia asks, looking at you with a mock confusion. Her hand on your thigh tightening its grip which causes a slight moan to escape your lips.
“Please help me cum” you speak this time, louder than the last time and rephrased to Alexia’s liking. At this point you need her inside of you so there is no point even fighting against her, you are at the point where you are happy enough to appease her to receive the relief you so badly need.
“See, was that so hard?” she asks condescendingly, discreetly moving her hand towards your wet pussy.
She plays with your folds lightly waiting for a response, clearly not willing to give you what you so desperately need until you answer her.
“No-oooo” you answer, slapping your hand over your mouth when she casually sticks two fingers into you, not completely being able to hold in the moan that escapes.
She thrusts into you at a steady pace, working you up to your orgasm once more at a very rapid pace despite her not particularly trying very hard.
She slows down after a few minutes, just barely thrusting into you, rather sitting idly instead the change in pace causes you to groan in displeasure, aching to cum at this point.
You are thankful for her actions though as your server approaches your table with your meals.
“Salmon with grilled vegetables?” she asks first, holding out the plate.
“That’s mine” Alexia smiles at the girl, allowing her to place the plate in front of her.
“And that means the grilled chicken salad is yours?” the server confirms, working to ensure that she has both meals correct.
“Yes thank youuu” you force yourself to elongate your sentence as Alexia harshly thrusts both fingers into your pussy as you reply.
“Yeah of course” the girl answers sweetly, not at all aware of what is occurring across and underneath the table right in front of her. “If you need anything else just signal me over and I will be happy to help, unless you need anything else now?”
“Would it be too much to ask for a bottle of Chardonnay? We are actually celebrating, we got married yesterday, babe show her your ring” Alexia urges, she would show her own but the hand that it is on is currently knuckle deep in your pussy.
“Oh wow congratulations you two! I will get you a bottle on the house” she answers sweetly.
When you don’t immediately show off your ring Alexia halts her fingers deep inside your pussy, you don’t mind feeling a sense of relief that she is no longer building your orgasm while the server is at the table. She knows this though so she continues pushing deeper until you finally place your hand on the table showing off the extravagant ring that Alexia had bought you.
“It’s absolutely beautiful! Your wife clearly has amazing taste” she admires the ring for far too long for your liking.
“I like to think I do” Alexia answers smugly obviously making an innuendo.
“Well I will be back with the wine and congratulations again”
She walks away and as soon as her back is facing the table Alexia begins pumping into you again, the quick pace of her fingers drawing you impossibly close to your orgasm.
The two of you begin to eat your meal, Alexia only using one hand, keeping up with thrusting, making the multi-tasking look extremely easy.
It is too good to be true though as the server approaches the table with the wine that Alexia clearly only asked for so that she could continue to tease you with someone else in your presence.
“Here is our best wine for the newlyweds, we hope you enjoy it. The chef would also like to offer a free dessert to the both of you as a congratulations”
“Thank you so much, you are so lovely” Alexia replies, using the phrase that she always uses when you are about to cum, clearly speaking to you rather than the server as she is well aware of how close you are to coming undone.
“Oh of course, it’s no hassle. How is your meal so far?”
Alexia quickens her pace as you grip your fork impossibly tight, trying to work through your orgasm without making it obvious that is what you are doing.
Your breath hitches and Alexia pauses right at your g-spot, hitting it repretivetly knowing that is the perfect way to make you cum on command.
“Absolutely perfect” another phrase Alexia uses in the bedroom escapes her lips, and as it does you hold back the impossibly loud moan that almost escapes, your orgasm dampened slightly by the coughing fit that follows.
You stand up immediately, barely allowing time for Alexia’s fingers to discreetly leave your pussy as you rush to the bathroom.
“Is she okay?” the server asks with concern.
“I think she will be fine, I will go and check on her, thank you so much for the service though” Alexia answers following after you, more than ready for round 2, the meal and wine completely forgotten at this point.
“I can never look at you again” Leila exclaims, horrified at the details of what you did with Alexia.
“That’s not even half of it” Alexia mutters under her breath, a smirk on her face.
“What did you say Ale?” Virginia asks, she had heard the statement and was looking to stir up some more drama.
“I said ‘that’s not even half of it’” Alexia answers louder, laughing lightly as she sees the blush covering your cheeks.
“Ale definitely fucked (Y/N) in the bathroom as well!” Virginia claims, your cheeks turning a deeper red and Alexia’s throaty chuckle telling her everything she needs to know about the situation.
“What?!” Leila asks horrified.
“You are acting like you’ve never had sex Ouahabi” Alexia laughs.
“No I have but (Y/N) is just a baby” Leila reasons, she had always seen you as her baby sister so the newly discovered details of your private life do not sit well with her.
“I’m married now Leila, I’m going to have sex” you add, the sentiment making the rest of the group laugh.
But Leila is not as amused, instead continuing her defensive tirade, “no you aren’t!”
“Too late for that” Virginia pats Leila on the shoulder as she walks past the girl, the group falling into fits of giggles at both Virginia’s comment and Leila’s annoyed face.
