Want you
warnings: light smut and few words in spanish
characters: alejandro x fem!reader
summary: when in an attempt to speak Spanish you ends up seducing your boyfriend.
may contain spelling and translation errors!
The night had already completely plummeted in Barcelona, the city lights flashing lazily through the windows while the apartment was swallowed by a comfortable gloom. After all the absurdly intense day they had lived - a mixture of desire, love, laughter, and moans loud enough for the neighbour to want to exorcise the building - it was almost funny to see you so determined... and so miserably defeated by your own body.
You were sitting on the end of the bed, still wrapped only in a giant towel, desperately trying to maintain dignity. Trying, because your legs trembled again, as if your balance centre had given up on existing, and the cheeks were so hot that they seemed incandescent.
Alejandro, with the training shirt thrown on his shoulder and his hair wet from the bath water, was dropped on the armchair, watching her with an absolutely funny smile.
It was the most beautiful and dangerous vision in the world: relaxed, beautiful, the dark body still with drops sliding through the hot skin, as if it were the very embodiment of a sexual curse.
You took a deep breath, forcing your head to work, you needed to say something. Do something but Spanish? The damn Spanish, which you spoke with a comfortable fluency on a daily basis, has simply evaporated from your mind now. Every word seemed to disappear under a tsunami of desire.
-Yo... -You started, stopping immediately because even your voice seemed to want to moan alone. He closed his eyes for a second, focussing. Go for it, Y/n, for God's sake.
Alejandro arched an eyebrow, the crooked smile growing even more, as if he knew exactly the inner hell you were living.
You tried again.
-Yo te quiero... - his gaze shone, intense. You felt your own body react immediately, as if every centimetre was begging you to finish that sentence soon.
You stuck at the last word, held your breath. Which verb? Which conjugation? Something, dear, for the love of everything that is sacred!
Alejandro dropped his shirt on the armchair and leaned forward, his elbows resting on his thighs, looking at you as if he were seeing the eighth wonder of the world.
You gathered everything you had: all the Spanish learned in the hammer, all the hormonal forces that were exploding inside you, and you managed to release, in a hoarse thread of voice:
-Yo te quiero dar.
The silence that followed was almost theatrical.
Alejandro blinked once, slowly, as if he were processing, and then, an absolutely predatory smile opened on his lips, so beautiful and so dangerous that you were sure you had signed your own death sentence.
-Give me what, amor?
He asked, his voice hoarse, low, dirty with intention.
You wanted to disappear. Or jump on it immediately. Or maybe both. You bit your lower lip, feeling between ridiculous and unbearably provocative, and replied, with the little dignity that remained:
-All.
Alejandro got up slowly from the armchair, like a predator who already knew that the prey was not going to run away. You were hypnotised, your eyes wide, your heart racing so much that it looked like it was going to explode.
He approached, squatting in front of you, and ran his hands over your thighs with an absurd bow, as if he were touching something sacred.
-I'm going to accept you all, then.
He murmured, with his mouth already brushing against your skin.
You let out a nervous laugh, your whole body vibrating under the touch. But the next second, Alejandro lifted you in his arms again - as if you weighed nothing - and gently threw her back on the bed.
You didn't even have time to react before feeling his weight and warmth on you, his hot mouth on yours, your hands mapping your body as if he was decorating every centimetre again. And at that moment, with his tongue invading your mouth, with firm hands and Spanish words mixed with heavy sighs, you could only think of one thing:
Thank you Spanish gods for helping me conjugate the verb.
The room seemed to decrease around you, as if the whole world came down to the heat of the bodies, the heavy breathing, the hoarse words that Alejandro whispered in your ear with that voice of sin. You felt every muscle of his body moving on yours - a perfect dance, almost slow, loaded with a caress that mixed with the electrical voltage that tore the air. Alejandro wasn't in a hurry, not even remotely. He explored you with his hands, his mouth, his tongue, as if he had all the time in the world, as if he wanted to record in his memory every chill he caused in you.
You squirmed under him, your sensitive skin, your senses begging for more, for everything. You let out a low moan when he felt his hand slide down the side of your body, so gently that it hurt. Balde smiled against your neck and lightly bit your thin skin, leaving a hot trail that made her shudder from head to toe.
-¿Todo, sí?
He whispered, repeating your words with a malicious smile.
You just moaned in response, pulling him closer, lightly scratching his wide back, feeling the muscles contract under your fingers. You wanted everything. You wanted to get lost in it. You wanted to forget that the world existed.
