Footballer Imagines

#124 Nicolas Otamendi

"You shouldn't just be wearing that around the house." Nicolas whispered in my ear, only seconds after his hand grasped my waist.

I was currently wearing a sports bra and a pair of spandex shorts. I didnt see a problem with it.

I wasnt really showing anything, all of my no-no bits were covered so what was the problem.

"Why not?" I asked him.

"Because it makes me feel some sort of way." He mumbled back, his warm breath fanning over my exposed skin.

Oh.

This wasnt about him thinking it was inappropriate. Seeing now that I had a step up over Nicolas, I pulled away from his grasp and began walking away, adding an extra sway to my walk.

"Not now Nicolas," I teased.

When I looked back at him, I saw lust flash through his eyes. I turned away, smirking to myself at what i had caused.

"Y/N!" He called, or whined more like it.

"Yes?" I asked him.

"Baby come here." He begged.

I furrowed my eyebrows. This was not the approach I was expecting. I exited the kitchen and made my way back over to where I had left Nicolas.

Now standing right in front of him, I sighed. "What?"

Without answering, he wrapped his arms around my waist and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed and immediately grabbed at him, trying not to fall.

He stood still for a few moments, making sure he had a firm grip on me before carrying me up to my bedroom. Once we were inside, he threw me down onto the bed.

I giggled and pulled him down on top of me. He kissed me slow and gentle.

"Nicolas." I said in between kisses. "Baby we dont have time," I reminded him.

He sighed, "5 minutes baby please," he replied.

I pulled away and chuckled. He frowned cutely, sticking put his bottom lip.

"Another day, my love."

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