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recovery in front of the cameras
gif it's not mine!
warnings: just fluff!!<3
Today was a really sunny day in Barcelona, so some of the Barcelona management decided to film Gavi recovering on the beach today.
That evening in November when it happened, you were devastated to see your boyfriend writhing in pain and crying on your TV screen. From then on, you were by his side every day, driving him to training sessions and practicing with him at home, you were by his side at every possible moment.
And he was damn grateful to you for it.
He would never have thought that he would meet such a wonderful girl as you. He loved you from the first moment he saw you, and when he introduced you to his family, they loved you so quickly like him. You settled in quickly with his family and they were also grateful for you taking care of him in their absence.
Today it was the same, with the difference that there were cameras with you that day and everyone knew that Pablo didn't like cameras and was terribly embarrassed in front of them, and you didn't help him with that.
Even though you've been together for a year and a half, you still took his breath away with your beauty and the fact that you were an angel in a human body, he was madly in love with you, just like you were with him, and today he couldn't take his eyes off you more often than usual.
You were wearing a plain black top and black leggings that perfectly hugged your luscious figure, which he couldn't resist, you were the most beautiful in the world in his eyes, and the wind that blew your hair made a magical aura appear around you, hypnotizing him.
You arrived at the beach and you got out of the car. You walked a short distance, holding hands, until the cameraman let you know that they would start filming here.
You couldn't help but giggle when Pablo didn't catch the bottle he threw to make the scene more interesting the first time, to which he glared at you but also laughed quietly.
The second time he succeeded and you walked behind the camera a bit as the cameraman recorded your boyfriend just walking around and talking to his physical therapists.
You then had a moment to reflect and you were truly incredibly proud of him for overcoming the worst injury for such a young footballer and for the fact that he fought so bravely every day to get back on the pitch as quickly as possible. He was so strong, but every time you told him about it, he replied that he couldn't do it without you and that you were the one who kept his mentality and thanks to you, he didn't give up, which was very sweet, and your heart melted at such words.
When told they had everything for now, Gavi trotted over to you, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your temple, making you smile.
"You'll be there with me the whole time, right?" he asked to make sure.
“Yeah, don't worry about it, no camera will eat you while I'm here” you whispered the last part, laughing softly and the boy blushed slightly.
You got to the beach and Pablo's physiotherapists set up the exercise tools and that's when the recording started in earnest. You didn't know the names of the exercises your boyfriend was doing, but you had seen them and even done some of the exercises with him.
During the entire shoot, you stood behind the camera and just looked at him, knowing that your presence calmed him down when there was literally a camera in front of him recording him practicing.
He was wearing a white long-sleeved Nike shirt and black shorts from the same company, he looked extremely good and you knew what you would see on Tik Tok as soon as the video was release on the club's YouTube channel.
All the time he kept sending you glances and furtive smiles, which you returned twice as hard as he did.
After over an hour, they finished recording the most important part, the recovery exercises, and since they were recording today, the training lasted much shorter than usual. You left the beach and the cameraman said that this could be a frame for the last scene.
Pablo nodded and took a few steps back, starting to walk on the word "go." He just walked and took a sip of water, looking straight at your smiling face, making him chuckle at the end and wrinkle his nose slightly.
You laughed, and as Gavi approached you, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead. He didn't talk much today because of the people around you, but you knew that when you got home he would start talking like crazy, because he's the biggest gossip in the world!
Pablo drove the cameraman and his two physiotherapists, because the other two arrived in a separate car. As soon as he drove the last person away, he lumberingly placed his hand on your thigh and sighed loudly, meanwhile starting to massage your leg, making circles with his thumb.
"I thought I couldn't handle it" he blurted out and you laughed.
“It wasn't that bad” you said and he looked at you with pity.
"It was tragic, I won't agree to something like that again if it will involve so much stress!" he raised his voice slightly and you continued to look at him with a smile and listen carefully to his complaints about stress and the camera guy for sometimes recording things he shouldn't have.
As soon as you entered the house, Pablo picked you up, making you squeal, and placed you on the couch, then laying on top of you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
You chuckled at his actions and ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp lightly, making him moan softly.
“Thank you for being with me, amor” he said, raising his head slightly.
“I always will, cariño” you said and cupped his face in your hands, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs.
"Not just today, but ever since we met. You've never left my side and I'm really, really grateful to have you in my life, you know?" he confessed, making a puppy face and you pressed your lips against his.
"Like I said, I'll always be by your side, cariño. For better or for worse, you won't get rid of me" you said, and he started showering you with kisses all over your face, and you just giggled at his wave of tenderness.
“I never want to get rid of you” he announced and looked tenderly into your eyes. “Te amo mucho, mi vida” he whispered against your lips.
“Te amo más, mi amor” you whispered, and he connected your lips in a tender, loving kiss.
When you broke apart, he placed his head on your chest and you started playing with his hair again, soothing the boy so much that he fell asleep, and you let him sleep as long as he needed after such a stressful day for him.
hope you're like it<3
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I suddenly got a wave of inspiration and several fics are going to be done today (Hopefully at least two) , so first fic out!
Also I just realized that this past February 24th (Or 26th, Idk) was my first ever post in this place, so happy anniversary to this blog and to this piece!
Night Out Problems -P.G6
Summary: A night out in which you had a little too much to drink
You giggled once again at your friend's mistakes, you two were singing at the top of your lungs in the backseat of a car
"Así no va, tonta" (That's not how it goes, silly) You giggled "It's got me looking so crazy right now, your love's got me looking so crazy right now" You corrected while laughing
"She repeats it?"
"Then how else is it?"
"Isn't there something page me?" You look at her
"What?" You said after a minute of silence before you two broke in laughter
"Y/N, we're here" Your best friend's, Melissa's boyfriend, Frank says "Are you good to go or should I call-?"
"I'm good, I'm good"
"Sure?" You opened the car door and went to get out but almost met the floor "Ok, no, I need help"
"I'm calling your boy" He said getting out of the car and estabilizing you
"Pabs?" You asked excited and he hums, you heard the singing of your friend "¡Loca, bajale a la voz!" (You crazy woman, lower your voice!)
"Hermano" You soon heard another male voice greeting you by the car "Gracias por traerla" (Thanks for bringing her back)
"No worries, bro. Everything's good"
"Have a good night, text when you both get home please" Frank nods
"Have a good night guys and Y/N" He called you as you look at Frank "I'm glad you're getting your degree"
"Oh shush as if you sing any better" Both guys laughed as you watched how Frank got in the car and drove off
"Venga, c'mon Amor. Let's go inside"
"I'm not your amor, muchacho. I'm waiting for my boyfriend to come here"
"Oh yeah?" You hum nodding "Where's he?"
"Inside that" You point out your house "house"
"Bueno but let's go closer so we are not standing in the middle of the road"
"Only because I don't want to get run over by a car, my boyfriend wouldn't like that"
"I bet he wouldn't" He said shaking his head "Don't you perhaps have a key to enter?"
"You might be so good looking but I'm not entering with you here, I'll wait for my boy" The guy smiled
"Venga bebé, let's go inside, it's 3am" He tried touching you but you pushed his hands away
"No" You say "I'm going to call my boyfriend if you keep that up"
"Call him then"
"I will" You pulled your phone out only to see the call didn't go through "I don't have signal?" You look at the guy who has a smirk on his face and one of his eyebrows up "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Nothing. Don't mind me" He crossed his arms around his chest letting you see his muscles.
But you didn't let that fool you, you had a boyfriend and you wanted your boyfriend now.
So, you narrowed your eyes looking at him
"Why are you looking at me now?"
"You know, for very weird reasons you look exactly like my boyfriend"
"Do I?" You nod
"But he doesn't have a brother. Or that's what I know. So, you are not him"
"Why I'm not him?"
"Because he has beard and you are clean shaved"
"That's because I shaved in the afternoon"
"Yeah, he knows that's my thing to do"
"Alright, amor. I'm truly tired and I have recovery session at 10am today. What do you need for me to prove I'm your boyfriend?"
"Nothing because you're not! My boyfriend is Pablo Páez, a football player mostly known by Gavi, you're not him and once he finds out you're hitting on me, he'll be so pissed at you" The guy's smirk keep growing each time "And stop making fun of me"
"You said you wanted to call your boyfriend?" You nod "Try again this time without the airplane mode on" You look at your phone to see the airplane on top of your settings
"Oh!" You looked up at him "I'll call him now" You took a few steps off the stairs and almost fell making the guy come to you "No! I'm good, I'm good. Don't need to touch what's not yours" You said and dialed your boyfriend
A few rings went by only to hear his phone ring behind you, you turn around seeing the guy with the phone in his ear
"Go ahead" He smiled widely "¿Qué querías decirme, preciosa?" (What did you wanted to tell me, pretty girl?)
"You are my boyfriend!" You smiled widely "My lord, I have such a good taste in men. You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen" You giggled coming up the stairs once again to wrap your arms around him
"You said not to touch what's not mine?"
"But you're my boyfriend, I'm yours and you're minee" You dragged the 'e' out "That's why you looked exactly like my boyfriend, because you are!" You laughed squishing his cheeks
"Yes, I am" He said in between your hands
"So prettyyyy" You said "Why don't you open the door? I wanna lay on top of you, cuddle and kiss you so bad. God, you look so comfy, how is that even possible?" Pablo laughs at you buried depp into his chest, your voice coming out muffled
"Thank god, I'm recording this, you wouldn't believe it"
"Are you recording?" He hums as you grab his hand pulling it up to your mouth "Whatup girl?-
"You need to marry this man like as soon as possible, he's the love of your life and he's so perfect, you wouldn't believe it"
You groan hearing your voice as you grab a bite of the sandwich your boyfriend made for you "Please, stop that, even thought I mean it, I was drunk as hell"
"There's no need to be embarrassed about it, amor" Pablo laughed wrapping his strong arms around you and kissing your neck, the recording still playing "You are the love of my life as well, you're the perfect girl for me and I do plan on getting down on my knee and propose, just waiting for the right time"
"I would say yes anytime"
"That's good to know" He smiled "Can I pull this audio in our wedding?"
"Definitely not"
"Oh, c'mon! Why not?"
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softly ₊˚⊹♡
pairing: gavi x reader (established relationship)
summary: in which Gavi realises his touches can mean more than just post-goal 'good jobs'
warnings: none! pure fluff <3
w/c: 496
a/n: this one's pretty short, just so endeared by gavi's touchyness with EVERYONEE ... those clips of him giving his teammates kisses after games/goals are my greatest weakness
Gavi was used to physical affection.
As a football player, and honorary ‘baby’ of pretty much any team he played with, saying he was used to it was more of an understatement at this point. Rough hugs, head nudges, and even playful smacks on the behind were nothing he was unused to. It was his way of showing and recognising the joy that came when goals were scored, when he wanted to wish a teammate good luck, or even just hello.
So when you two began going out he had not expected it to be any different. And at first, it wasn’t. The rowdy touches he was used to dishing out and receiving were simply translated into your relationship. He would jump onto you and smoosh your face in his hands, whilst you returned the favour by punching his arms and even playfully biting him from time to time. You liked to call it ‘cuteness aggression’, and even though he definitely didn’t consider himself ‘cute’ he was grateful nonetheless.
Because, until then, it was the only way he had known to show affection - and assumed it was the same for you. But for some reason, there was something within him that yearned for more. For things to be softer, gentler, more intimate between you two. He wanted your relationship and everything that came from it to be the exception to all of the roughness he gave and got, the chaos that was his life.
And so it did, with a little effort on his part. He managed to teach himself to make his touches softer. Clambering hugs became lingering embraces. Wrist grabs became intertwined fingers and thumbs caressing the back of your hand. Lips smashing into foreheads became peppering kisses down your cheek and jawline. It didn’t take you long to catch on and start following along - although it was difficult not to be completely enamoured with how bewitched he was by you, acting as if any touch not fueled by absolute care and love seemed unfitting.
For many it might’ve seemed like a lack of passion, the way his touches lost their roughness. But for you, it only felt the opposite, because you knew that there was something about the quiet of it, the intimacy, that only the two of you would ever know. Because you were the only person who was ever granted the chance of seeing Gavi like this. Of knowing the feeling of his fingers weaving beaten paths through the roots of your hair, or the feeling of his head resting on your chest as it rose and fell with the rhythm of calm breaths. In places away from teammates, cameras, stadiums of cheering fans and their watchful eyes. In the company of no one else but each other, where not even a word had to be shared. Touches that used to mean ‘hello’, ‘goodbye’, and ‘good job’ came to mean so much more.
Came to mean ‘I love you’.
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Hi can i get one with Gavi where he wants to have kiss first kiss with the reader but always gets interrupted and gets upset, so the reader makes up for him
Thanks
apocalypse (gavi x reader)
summary; what anon requested!🩰
warnings; translated spanish, fluff, & smut; loss of virginity, unprotected sex, slight dom! reader? oral sex; f! recieving, breeding kink, makeout in the pool.
note; might’ve changed it up a bit..but hopefully this was sort of what was in mind! hope y’all enjoy this fic til i look for new ideas, remember requests are open so feel free & don’t be afraid to request anything! i will get to the requests that are currently in my inbox.. but anywhoooo! enjoy the fic!🎀
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another normal warm hot day in ibiza, gavi was finally on on break, but there was of course company that was with you and your boyfriend, fermin, aurora and her boyfriend. ibiza was very hot in the mornings through the afternoon, once the sun would drop the breeze would come around. one thing you loved was the rented mansion, everybody had their own room as you and gavi shared yours, what you were obsessed with was the pool area, you could see the beach. pretty much the blue water waves. but little did you know sharing a room with your boyfriend would be not as what you were expecting, some nights would be awkward & some wouldn’t. obviously you didn’t mind at all, respecting and making sure gavi was happy was pretty much all you wanted for him and just to have someone there for him..always.
“y/n no hay ninguna película que mirar, es la misma jodida cada día..” (-y/n theres not even a movie to watch, it’s the same fucking movie everyday.) he said as his arm was wrapped around you, you giggled at the small anger in him, “pues tu que quieres ver..” (-well what do you want to watch.) you said as he shrugged, you shook your head in disbelief. the boy complaining over a movie and couldn’t even know what to watch himself, shameee on himmm. you giggled before sitting on his lap, he looked up at you as you looked down, taking a moment to admire his birthmarks on his face, the next to his eye, alwaysss..making your heart flutter for some reason. he sat up caressing your cheek with his thumb, you closed your eyes humming at the touch as the soft flesh ran in circles on your cheek,
he chuckled before you opened your eyes, he held your waist before he leaned closer to you, your faces inches away from each others as you rested your forehead against his, noses just touching. he leaned closely to your lips, “gavi si vamos ir o no-“ (-are we going yes or no.) you heard fermin coming down the stairs as he rolled his eyes, you quickly got off his lap kissing his cheek, as his cheeks turned pink. you rested your head on his lap going through instagram yet again on your phone, “ahh si, vamos entonces.” he said before you lifted your head up as he got up going to his room to get ready, ‘guess it was a guys day out’ you thought to yourself. you sat up before making your way upstairs to your room you shared with gavi, “a dónde van?” (-where are y’all going?) you said he flinched a bit, reacting to your voice. “perdón.” (-sorry.) your arms crossing against your chest before you walked over to him, “what’s wrong?” you said before straddling his lap, cupping his cheeks again.
“nada..” he said holding your waist before you pressed your forehead against his again, he leaned against your lips again. once again, “VÁMONOS PABLO!” you heard auroras boyfriend, javi shout as he groaned before you got off his lap, he was definitely pissed and you felt bad. he went downstairs as you followed him like a lost puppy. before they left you kissed gavis cheek, “have fun ok? don’t do stupid shit you shouldn’t do.” you said as he chuckled, “te amo.” (-i love you.) he said before he left with javi & fermin. you sighed out running to the kitchen grabbing the bottle of cranberry juice, you stood there leaning against the counter. “hola y/n!” you heard aurora come down as you smiled at her, before putting the lid back on the bottle, “hola aurora!” you said as she smiled before sitting down on the counter, “dónde fueron?” (-where they go?) she said looking at you as you put your phone down, “no se.. creo que fueron a comer, no me recuerdo..pablo estaba enojado también.” (-not so sure.. i think they went to eat out, not that i remember, pablo was mad tho.) you said fiddling with your fingers. “si te dijo?” (-has he told you yet?) she said as you shot a look at her furrowing your brows, “dijo que?” (-said what?) you said, “aah no te dijo, vale pues yo te digo entonces.” (-aah he hasn’t told you yet, alright well i’ll tell you.) she said before you sat down on the couch as she sat next to you, “bueno..” (-well..) she said laughing awkwardly.
your palms getting sweaty and you were thinking something else, you pretty much didn’t know what words would be said, so you just prepared yourself. “me ha dicho qué quiere hacer algo contigo, creo que..besarte?” (-he has told me he wants to do something with you, i think..kiss you.) she said as your cheeks turned red, you nodded your head as you’ve been realizing the entire time. the entire time he had been trying to kiss you, sure you remember when gavi asked you if you have been kissed & obviously a virgin. of course you have had your first kiss, pretty shitty. same as being a virgin, you were a virgin but on the other hand he isn’t. this pretty much shocked you, you didn’t know how to react but have big wide eyes and nod at everything she kept saying, “sii.. e mirado qué si me quiere pues..besar pero no sabía que le iba afectar mucho..” (yes..i’ve seen that he well wants to kiss me but i didnt know it’d affect him this much.) you said fidgeting with the hem of one of his hoodies, she nodded her head. “hmm, bueno! habla con él cuando regrese, hagan lo que quieran!” (-hmm well talk with him when he gets me & then just do what y’all want.) she said before getting up, “bueno te dejó, tengo que limpiar el cuarto pues por q hay mucha ropa en todo el lugar, te miro mañana!” (-well i should get going, i have to clean the room up since well there is lots of clothes around, i’ll see you tomorrow!) aurora said smiling at you as she went upstairs, you turned off the lights before going upstairs as well. you walked to the room before laying down on the bed again.
you sighed out before covering yourself with the blanket, you checked the time one last time before putting your phone next to you, your eyes becoming heavy as you dozed off.
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the big glass door to which gave the view of the beach and the pool was wide open, with the door being opened you fell asleep safe and calmly to the sound of the water, but that wasn’t until your phone dinged.. indicating that somebody had texted you. you flinched in your sleep as you woke up looking down at your phone reading gavis message.
‘on my way home. can’t wait to see you again hermosa.’
you widened your eyes looking at the time. shit. it was 10:50 pm, ten minutes away from the time being near midnight. you replied back quickly with a heart as you got up walking to the closet, you wanted to pretty much own up to what was happening, so you thought just a talk in the pool would be perfect. not until you realized that you didn’t pack a bathing suit, you whined loudly before walking to the bathroom putting your hair up in a messy bun.
you ran downstairs quickly as you went outside to the pathio, you sat on the benches before just taking off your shirt, the white lace of your bra being exposed before you grabbed the hem of your black shorts, pulling them down. you tossed your clothes on the bench before you sat next to the water, dipping one leg into the cold blue water, goosebumps rising into your skin before dipping your other leg in as you got inside, the bottom of your body getting wet as you swam to the edge, you rested your arms on the edge looking at the beach. you heard small mutters before roaming around the water, hiding near the window where they couldn’t see you. “y las niñas?” (-and the girls?) you heard gavi say before he went upstairs, you watched from upstairs the bedroom lights turn on. you watched gavi open the pathio glass doors from upstairs as he frowned looking down at you, “why are you in the pool this late?” he said as you giggled, “come down, just the two of us..alone.” you said as he nodded his head before closing the glass door, before you swam back to the edge that was facing the beach.
you heard small splashes of water behind you, you turned around before looking back at the beach, that wasn’t until gavi pulled you into his chest. you shrieked as he covered your mouth, “shhh..we’ll get caught.” he said as you nodded your head, before turning around as you were now face to face again. you looked at him, cupping his cheeks as you smiled. “what’s up baby..” he said rubbing caressing your cheek, you hummed in response before you rested your forehead on his. “i love you so much..” you whispered in his ear before kissing his cheek, “so so much..” you said before leaning closely to him, he gulped as you ran your hand near the strands of his hair before he pulled you closely, he leaned closely before pressing his lips on yours, your lips syncing with his as you closed your eyes, enjoying his soft lips on yours. he grabbed you by your thighs, before holding you up against him.
you hummed as he continued to kiss you, your arms wrapping around his neck before biting on his bottom lip as a small groan left his mouth, before you slid your tongue inside his mouth. his cheeks tinting a pink shade before he began sucking on your tongue, you giggled as your legs wrapped around his torso, before your lips made their way to his neck as you began to plant wet kisses on his skin, your mouth against the soft flesh sucking around it as you left love marks around his neck. he gripped your bum as you gasped, still sucking on the soft flesh & slightly nibbling on the flesh skin. “b-baby.. not out here..” he said as you hummed happily. before you pulled away, nuzzling your nose against his, “then take me upstairs..” you said quietly cupping his cheeks, for a few minutes before you leaned into his ear whispering, “make love to me..” you whispered before he looked at you, his pupils becoming darker. “you sure..?” he said as you nodded your head. he put you down, your feet touching the bottom of the pool as he got out before you swam to him, “give me your hand.” he said as you held his hand before he helped you get out.
he picked you up again bridal style before making his way upstairs to the room, he closed the door before placing you down near the bed. your whole body felt wobbly from the small makeout before he stood infront of you, holding your waist as his fingertips pressed on your waist, “you sure you want to bebé?” he said looking down at you, as you looked up nodding your head. that didn’t take him long enough to kiss you yet again, passionately as you kissed back. his hands began to roam around your body as they gropped your ass, he began to kiss your neck as you leaned your head back, he began kissing around the flesh before you let out a hitched out moan, he found your sweetspot as he sucked onto your skin, especially around your sweetspot. your back arched as his free hand roamed from your shoulder to your tummy, his fingertips sliding to your panties as he began to rub on your clothed soaked slit. you gasped as he continued kissing your neck, your head leaned back before he pulled away from your neck. “is this okay?” he said as you nodded your head, a small ‘mhm’ leaving your mouth before he unclamped your white laced bra as it dropped to the floor. your cheeks all flushed out in a pink tint, your eyes getting darker as he kissed your cheek before he went back to planting kisses on your neck, his lips tracing down to your chest as his mouth reached to your breasts.
your eyes widened a bit as you felt your panties get soaked even more, he began to kiss around the small chunk of fat on your breast as he sucked on the side of the nipple, a small moan mewling out of your lips as you threw your head back, running your hands on the strands of his fluffy hair, as he continued to suck on the skin before kissed around your nipple before he pecked it, you moaned again as you arched your back slightly before he rubbed on your other free nipple, giving it a slight squeeze as your nipple hardened under his touch. you let out breathless moans as he moved his mouth away, a small ‘pop’ happening as he moved to your other nipple doing the same exact thing he did to your other breast, your legs feeling wobbly as your mind wondered to another state. he pulled away before he looked up at you one more time before he began to kiss in between your chest, his wet plumped lips going down to your tummy as you blushed heavily, “p-please..” you said breathlessly as you felt his nose tickling your tummy to lower tummy, “please what hermosa?” he said before pulling you closely by your thighs, “t-touch me..” you whispered making it loud and clear for him to listen, he kissed down your lower tummy, your body feeling weak at his kisses before he placed his mouth infront of the lace before pulling down your panties with his teeth, your breath becoming heavy as he continued pulling them down fully.
he looked up at you, as you looked down nodding your head giving him allowance, before he kissed your inner thighs as his lips made their way to your pussy as licked over your slit, you bit on your lip before he placed his mouth around it, sucking and licking around your clit. you gasped in agony as his tongue began to work around your soaking clit, you moaned in pleasure as your back arched slightly. he licked your sides, catching as much of your wetness whilst your hands found his hair, you held onto it slightly as he continued to suck up all your juices. you threw your head back arching your back yet again as his tongue licked around your hole, before he began to stick his tongue in and out of your entrance. his hands holding onto your waist as he continued to eat you out, your mind getting foggy and lost some place else. soft moans & whines falling out of your mouth, his tongue slipping in your hole driving you crazy as uncontrollably moans escaped from your mouth. your stomach being overwhelmed with the feeling of butterflies and a knot forming, “p-pabs..i-i’m-“ you said getting cut off as your orgasm washed over you, as he hummed happily against your pussy. his lips sucking harshly on your clit as you moaned loudly, your legs becoming wobbly and shaking due to the orgasm. he sucked up all your juices once again before moving his mouth away, wiping your wetness off with his finger.
he stood up before holding you by your shoulders, before laying you down on the bed as you sat up a bit your elbows holding your weight, he cupped your cheeks with one hand before his thumb traced your bottom lip, “open up.” he said as he slid his thumb in your mouth, you sucked on his thumb as you swirled your tongue around tasting yourself, you continued sucking on his thumb before he pulled down on his shorts as he hovered above you, his knee now in contact with your clit, he began to rub his knee against it as you leaned your head back yet again, moaning at the sudden contact, he smiled before he laid you down yet again. before he opened the small drawer, “w-wait..” you said before he looked at you furrowing his brows, “si?” he said “i-i um..” you said as your cheeks turned red, how in the hell would you say you wanted to take him raw, you gulped as he cupped your cheek again. “do you want to do it or no? we can stop if you wa-“ he said getting cut off as you shook your head quickly, “n-no! i-it’s just.. i-i want t-to um..” you said, before he smirked looking at you. “let me guess..you want to take me raw?” he said as you nodded your head slowly, he hummed before kissing your cheek. “fine with me, we can always stop okay?” he said as you nodded your head before he placed his hands between your head, “if it hurts or anything gets out of hand that you don’t like, you say the word red. okay?” he said as you nodded, before he grabbed his hardened member, stroking himself as a low moan fell out of his mouth before he lined himself on your entrance, slowly pushing himself in as you grunted gripping onto the white duvet. barely even in and you were already in slight pain before he fully slid himself in. you cried out in pain as tears formed in your eyes before he lowered himself down on you, kissing you passionately again. you tried cupping his cheeks as he pinned your hands above your head, you whined in between the kiss, “shhh..you’re okay.. just..f-fuck you’re so warm and tight.. just.. tell me when to move alright?” he said whispering in your ear before he started moving himself slowly against you, he kissed your neck as your hands stayed pinned above your head. you bit down on your bottom lip, chewing on the soft flesh before you felt the butterflies forming in your stomach yet again as pleasurable moans mewled out of your lips.
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constant moans and heavy breathing echoed around the room, your body all tired, your eyes all heavy even your brain all fuzzy, your legs almost giving out even your body. you currently were approaching your third & last orgasm of the night, you were currently on your back again after the last position having you on your fours. “t-too much..” you muffled out as gavi looked down on you, “come on hermosa.. i know you have one in you..last one i promise.” he said holding onto your waist as he thrusted quickly into you. you nodded your head already trying your best not to fall asleep, before he grabbed a pillow you looked at him confused, “wh-what are y-you doing..?” you said breathlessly before he smiled, “lift your hips up..” he said as you did what he said, he slid the pillow. your hips now laying on the pillow before he thrusted up into your g-spot, “f-fuck!” he said as you moaned loudly arching your back as you felt him abuse your g-spot. your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you moaned loudly. “s-so g-good..” you muttered out as he thrusted quicker than the usual pace he was doing. your stomach becoming warmer and tighter as you felt yourself close, “g-gonna c-cum..” you said breathlessly as he nodded his head, “hold on.. just wait..f-for me.” he said as you moaned in response before grabbing onto both your breasts, your fingertips pinching & rubbing your nipples, he groaned at the view. “cum for me hermosa.” he said as you released yourself, moaning louder as you felt his tip near your cervix, before he spilled himself all over you once again.
you breathed heavily as he rested his forehead ontop of yours, you cupped his cheeks kissing him passionately again, as he kissed back before resting his head on your chest, his dick still inside of you still letting out his loads, he pecked your boob before pulling out carefully as he watched his cum ooze out of you, he chuckled before you fought back a yawn. “you did well for your first time..” he said as you giggled before he laid down placing you on his lap. “thank you for t-tonight.. i really enjoyed it..” you said as he kissed your forehead, “thank you for also earlier.” he said before covering the two of you with the blanket, you smiled before he put you down next to him, you looked at him. before he kissed you one more time, as his hands cupped your cheeks.
you kissed back as you rested your hand on his jawline, still kissing him. you pulled away for a bit before he kissed you deeply this time, your eyes widening a bit before kissing back yet again as the two of you kissed deeply. “okay okay! that’s enough.” you said before kissing his cheek, before he rested his head on your chest, he pecked your boobs before grabbing them both squeezing them as he burried his face in them, you blushed heavily rolling your eyes. “goodnight pablo te amo..” you murmured before falling asleep.
as for the boy who finally learned and enjoyed his first kiss now obsessed and by obsessed i mean, couldnt stop kissing you or your breasts.
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Can I request Gavi? Xavi is y/n uncle and her and Gavi are a new couple; and they’re still at the shyness stage of dating. So y/n go into the locker room to talk to her uncle and the team is poking at Gavi to go hug or kiss his girlfriend.
perfect - p.g. x reader
a/n : this is so middle school crush coded i love it
cw : nothing this is just fluff lol
wc : 1.1k
pairing : pablo gavi x fem!reader
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you were sat in the vip section of a barcelona match. since your uncle was the manager, you got to sit up here and knew most of the players personally. some of them probably felt forced to interact with you since your uncle was their boss, but you didn't mind the thought of it.
one particular boy took a special liking to you around a month ago.
you and pablo had started talking more and he ended up asking you to be his girlfriend after a practice you had visited.
you two didn't get to see each other as nearly as you had wanted, partly because of pablo's busy schedule, and partly because you were both still very... awkward around each other.
although not seeing each other often, you two went on a few dates which were.. let's just say interesting.
during your first dinner date, pablo accidentally spilled a bit of water on your lap while trying to show you the missing button on his sleeve. you both ended up laughing it off, but you could tell he was embarrassed.
or when you two would walk together, your hands would occasionally brush against each other, urging some blushes and hesitant smiles.
pablo would fumble with his words whenever he tried to give you a compliment.
"your dress looks um.. you look really.. good, er- beautiful, or pretty, whatever you prefer."
you saw it as a cute innocence. you didn't mind having to wipe water off your skirt if you got to see that pink fluster creep up his cheeks every now and then.
you were shaken out of your thoughts as you heard cheers erupt from around you. joao felix had just scored the opener against antwerp on his debut. you stood up and cheered. you didn't know him too well yet, but him and pablo seemed to be hitting it off on the field.
some time passed, and the score was 3-0, one an own goal, and two from joao. you paid close attention to the game now, waiting for pablo to score. you had a feeling he would, and you didnt want to miss it.
once he actually scored, you couldn't contain your excitement, clapping and cheering for him with genuine enthusiasm. caught up in the moment, pablo shyly pointed towards you in the stands, and his face lit up with a proud smile at the sight of your applause. he sends a heart your way, making yours skip a beat.
pablo's teammates playfully teased him about his new romance, finding it cute to see two young people so smitten with each other.
the whistle blew, signalling the end of the game. you stood from your seat, grabbed your phone and lipgloss, applying as you walked down the stairs. you made your way to the tunnel to talk to your uncle and congratulate the team, specifically a special brown haired boy.
you didn’t see him around, so you waited for a bit, but grew impatient. you walked towards the locker room and pushed a knock against the door. “it’s me!” you called out, like usual.
the boys called out jumbled words, but you could make out your uncle’s “come in”. you pushed open the door to see him talking to the boys in the locker room, all still dressed in their kits. they drank water and listened to him intently.
he was going on about some new playing methods and strategies but also included how he was proud of their win. he sent the joao’s a smile and the locker room erupted in cheers. water was splashed around and they got some pats on the back. you congratulated them with a smile and turned to your uncle.
“congratulations, the team did well, courtesy of you, of course.” you flashed xavi a toothy grin and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
he smiled back and ruffled the hair you just fixed, earning a whine from you. “thank you, princesa. means a lot coming from someone like you.” he winked sarcastically before pressing a kiss to your forehead. you smiled softly at the gesture.
“so, i was wondering if-“ your words were cut off by hushed whispers and giggles coming from over xavi’s shoulder. you peered over to see jules poking pablo’s rib. pablo smacked his hand away in embarrassment before pedro made a kissing sound at him.
“stop, stop it!” pablo whisper shouted, a tinge of red creeping up his neck. fermin snuck up behind pablo and whispered to him in his ear before ushering him forward. “go say hi, she’s waitinggg!”
“seriously, can you guys not?!”
“oh come on, go give her a hug, lover boy” alejandro had joined in on the games too, messing pablo’s hair up before nudging pedro. “bro, look at how red his face is!” they both laughed at pablo who looked like steam was about to erupt from his ears.
his lips were caught in a pout, his fists balled up, and he was doing everything in his power not to look your way.
eventually, almost the whole squad had joined in on the teasing, pushing pablo towards you. xavi had moved to the side at this point, a admiring smirk playing on his lips as he watched an embarrassed pablo being shoved towards you.
you stood there awkwardly until you finally met face to face. he gulped nervously.
“hi..” he looked as if he’d just seen a ghost.
“hi?” your eyebrows furrowed at his widened eyes. after a few seconds of silence, you spoke again.
“congratulations, you played well.”
you sent him a soft smile so contagious he caught one too. “really?” it almost sounded as if he didn’t believe your words.
“your, um- your goal was my favourite..” you bit your lip and looked up at pablo through your eyelashes.
he was about to respond until a chant echoed through the room.
“hug! hug! hug! hug! hug!”
you felt the familiar heat rise up from your ears and saw an almost identical reflection on pablo’s face.
an apologetic smile snuck its way onto his face before he whispered out,
“may i?”
you couldn’t help but giggle before you opened your arms, ready for his embrace. your bodies connected and you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck. you fit together so perfectly. his hands were unsure at first, but slowly secured around your waist, yours wrapped around his neck.
the room erupted in cheers and applause, some shouting out “aww” and “oooh”. you couldn’t help but laugh into pablo’s shoulder.
oh how perfect this felt.
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My darkest nights (P. GAVI)
summary: Gavi not just loses his ability to play football because of his injury, but he is losing himself, and you.
(2.1k words)
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You've been together for a long time, but most of it was long distance because you two lived in different countries.
Somehow, you managed to work it out together. Of course that you guys missed eachother a lot, but you never gave up.
When you finished high school in your country and moved to Barcelona to start college, you thought that your difficult period had come to an end, but you were so wrong.
At first, it was kinda hard to live with Gavi because you had different schedules of everything, but it wasn't that much of a problem.
The problem itself came when he got injured.
You were so angry with the Spanish National Team that they had to play Gavi that game. You didn't understand their intentions, but you knew that at this times, your boyfriend needed you besides him.
It was really hard to see the boy giving up slowly. You tried to remind him every day that he would come back stronger and that he was not alone.
But who can you blame? He was the one who was suffering physically and mentally. He was the one in pain and words couldn't solve anything.
His family came quickly to Barcelona right after the night everything happened. His sister, Aurora, was trying to comfort the boy while hugging him tight.
His mother made him some food, but he was in no mood for eating.
After a father-son talk, they came to an agreement that his family would stay with him in Barcelona to help him, especially the first few days/ weeks.
Pablo really appreciated all the support he got from everyone, but he was afraid that he would hurt someone because of his sudden change mood. And that's what exactly happened to him.
He had to have his surgery right after a few days before he got injured, and the boy was really, really scared.
Every day he would tell you a lot of what ifs.
What if the surgery goes wrong?
What if he can never ever play football again?
What if Barcelona will send him off the first team?
Only and only what ifs.
You understood his concern about those things. After all football and Barcelona were his life. He lived for them.
In your case now, Pablo was more important than your ever dream career. You knew that you had to priority both, but right now, your all attention was on your boyfriend.
Even right after your first day together, he told you that football and his family were the most important things for him.
You understood that before you dated. You could never be on the top of his priorities. But you loved him too much to just let it go.
On his side of the story, he loved you a lot. You were his first serious relationship (not that he was too old), and you started to become his family as well. He just never got the chance to tell you that.
The night before his surgery, he was sleeping on your chest while you were still awake.
You knew that this was the first step to his recovery and mostly the most important one. Everything could go wrong.
He wasn't the only one who was nervous. Everyone around him was.
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A few days after it, you were back on your normal life. You were going to college, while Gavi was having recovery sessions.
His father was the one who stayed by his side the most. He would use to drive him to his recovery sessions and back home. He would also use to stay with him for hours, wanting to know if the boy needs something.
You were the one who was helping him go to the bathroom.
You often helped him shower.
You were also the one that was making the food in the house, and you had to be really careful about the diet he was having.
Most of the time, he would refuse to eat and that made you really sad. You gave all your energy to make food, clean the house and help him go somewhere in the house, especially when his family wasn't staying over.
You also had to go to college, learn your mind out, to do the shopping in the house. You were just so, but so tired.
After a few days, the boy started to become more cold with you.
You weren't sleeping together anymore, because he needed more space and you rarely talked.
He was so done with himself, crying every night.
"Hi, love."
You entered his room to bring him some water for him to drink. His doctor told you that he needed to drink a lot of it because it helps him recover faster.
After 30 minutes, you came again to his room to give him some medical tee.
After 1 hour, you came again to give him some water to take his pills.
He was starting to get mad every time you came into his room.
"Can you help me please go to the bathroom?"
This was one of the moments he hated. It hurt him so much whenever he had to go somewhere. It felt like his knee was broking apart, and you, not having a lot of strength, he kinda had to step by himself.
After some time, you came back again to give him some water because he had to be super hydrated. In your other hand, you also had some meat for him to eat.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"I think it's enough water, y/n."
"I know it's way more than you normally drink, but the doctor told me to keep giving you water for you to stay hydrated. It's not that I want it."
"Well I know better."
"Well, stop being stubborn and drink it."
"Can't you just leave me alone? I want to rest ."
"I'll let you rest after you have this."
"You are annoying me, y/n!"
That hurt you.
"Ok, well, I'm sorry that I care about you and want you to get better!?"
"Then, if you care about me, just leave me alone? Why is that so hard for you?"
You were so out of words at this time. You handed him the water and left the room.
Maybe he was tired.
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His family came again to visit, but you weren't home.
They made him so food that he somehow ate.
"Como esta y/n?"
His mother always adored you.
"Está bien ."
Pablo shortly answered.
"Está en la universidad? La pobre chica está lidiando con todo el estrés que hay allí?" (Is she at college? Does the poor girl manage well the stress from there?)
"Supongo" (I guess)
The woman looked strange at her son. Usually he speaks so highly of you.
"Está pasando algo entre ustedes dos?" (Is something happening between you two?)
Pablo remained silent.
"Dime, Gavira. Que pasa!?"
"Nada esta pasando. Ya no hablamos mucho y eso es todo lo que quiero decir!" (nothing is happening. We don't talk much anymore and that's all I want to say)
He really cared about your privacy, and he didn't want to say something that he would regret to his family, so he decided not to speak more about you.
He really missed you. The days that you were having together your cuddles, your touch, everything.
But he was so tired to ask for you. He just didn't have the energy for it.
You came home late because you had to stay more at the college. These days you missed a lot and you didn't want to pass to disappoint your parents.
You came home late just to see Pablo waiting for you.
"My family came over" he told you. "They're sleeping now where you used to sleep this days-"
"It's ok, I sleep on the couch."
"No-"
"Yes."
He sighed.
"Can we please-" he began, but you interrupted him.
"Do you need anything? I am really tired and I want to sleep."
"How was your day?"
"A long one. Now for real, Gavi, do you need anything?"
"You. Please."
You just stood there in silence. Your eyes were starting to water. You missed him a lot.
"Please, y/n."
He opened his arms for you and you hugged him back.
"I'm really sorry. I don't understand myself either."
You didn't want to say that it was ok, because it was not, so you remained silent and accepted his apology.
He kissed your forehead, and for the first time in your life, you saw him cry.
You looked at him with a sad face, knowing what he'll say.
"Just say it, Pablo."
He sobs hard while crying even more. You just hope at this time that his parents don't hear you.
"Do you think we are better off eachother?"
You sighed and get off of his arms.
"Answer me."
"What do you want me to say? Everything can be against me, Pablo! If I say yes, then you will say 'but we just don't get alone anymore' and if I say no you'll say 'so I'm not the only one that things that'! It's all against me. Now the question is 'what do you want me to say?' Huh?"
He looks down.
"I am not ready for a relationship, y/n."
"And you decide to tell me this after we've been together for almost a year! So nice of you, man!"
"Yes, but we've long-distance."
You rolled you eyes.
"Then why 5 minutes ago you tell me that all you want is me!?"
He doesn't say anything.
"Todo bien aqui- oh, y/n-"
"Hi, Aurora."
"Are you guys ok? You've been shouting at eachother for a long time now."
"Nothing is happening, I'll just go."
"Where are you going?"
"Not your business anymore, Gavi."
You shot the door behind you while leaving the house.
"Espera espera espera. Que hiciste?" (Wait, what did you do?!
Aurora asked her brother.
"Hice lo que tenía que hacer" (I did what I had to do)
"Que? Romper con ella? (What? To break up with her?)
Pablo starts to tear up.
"Hermano.."
She hugs him while he cries.
"Rora, tenía que hacerlo. Me porté muy mal con ella y no la merezco. No dormía por las noches para estudiar y cuidarme. No quiero mantenerlo en su lugar." (Rora, I had to do it. I behaved very badly with her and I don't deserve her. She didn't sleep nights to study and take care of me. I don't want to keep her in place.)
"Pablo.."
The boy cried and cried and cried that night.
He was holding you back. You got into your dream university in Barcelona. You were so close to achieving your dream.
But in the last few days, you just took care of him while he didn't even appreciate it.
He knew that he'll miss you terribly, but if he couldn't play football anymore, at least he wanted you to achieve something in life.
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The next day, when his father had to take him to one of his recovery sessions, he asked his son about you.
Pablo didn't want to answer. All he could think about was you and only you. Being asked about your absence didn't help him at all.
Seeing that the boy didn't want to speak, he realised that your relationship had ended. It also hurt him. First of all, because you were an amazing girl for his son, and second of all, because Pablo was miserable and he really needed you, especially in this times.
When he got to his training, people also asked him about you. Everyone adored you, and that didn't help him at all.
He just didn't reply, sending suspicious rumors.
The exact same day, Gavi cut his hair.
It was all over the Internet, and you, as a normal person, saw his story.
You weren't surprised by his action. He always wanted to change something when he was feeling really bad. That's the moment you realised that Gavi really, really needed you in his life.
You called Aurora. She, as a desperate sister, told you everything her brother told her. You realised that it wasn't because he didn't love you anymore, but because he wanted a better real for you.
But since the beginning, the most important thing for you was him, and then your career. Not that you can be proud because of it, but you just felt like he is the most important thing for you. He was your family.
Right after your schedule was over, because you couldn't just skip college, you ran to his house.
His parents and sister left the house for the night so that you could talk properly.
You opened the door to see him watch in his room a live Barca game.
When he saw you, he immediately silent the TV to look at you without distractions.
"Hi" you softly said.
"Hi..". he replied with a smile on his face.
The boy was really confused.
"Can I come in?"
"Yes, yes." he said in a whisper.
Pablo was looking at you like you were the only human on planet. And you loved that.
"How's your knee?"
He looked at it before looking at you again.
"The same."
You sat on his bed right next to him.
After some silence, you put your hand on his injury area and he took your hand in his.
"Look, Gavi. I didn't take care of you because that was the right thing to do as a girlfriend. I didn't stay awake at night because I felt like I was forced to do it. I did it because I love you.."
He sadly smiled. He loves it when you tell him that you love him.
"Where have you been?" he asked concern.
"I stayed at the special university rooms."
"Was it ok? Like right conditions and everything-"
"Yes, Gavi."
He smiled a little before asking you why you're here.
You looked at him with sad eyes.
"I just.. I think I hoped to hear you say that you want me back and that-"
"I want you back."
You stopped.
"I want you in my life, y/n, but you deserve way more-"
"Gavi, I love you! "
He sobbed, about to cry.
"I love you and I want to be besides you. At your best and at your worst!"
He then kissed you after a very, very long time.
You got on his lap, careful not to hurt his leg.
You started to move on him, and he whimpered softly in your ear.
You wanted to undress him, but he stopped you.
"It's been way too long for you, love. And being on top will hurt you more and I don't want that."
You smiled.. he cared about you so much.
You kissed his cheek while getting off his lap.
"I promise that when I will be able to do it, I will make love to you. But now I can't."
"So you want me back for real now?"
He smiled shyly.
"Sabes la respuesta a eso.."
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Hi👋! I was wondering if I could request a Gavi x reader fluff fic which includes this prompt “I have no idea what I’m doing. Oh God we need a real adult to take care of you”? Basically reader is sick and Gavi says the prompt. I'm new to this blog so I'm not sure if this is how you take requests. Thank you❣️
deep breaths- pablo gavi [ P.G ]
but I promise you this. I'll always look out for you [sparks- coldplay]
pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader
summary: taking care of you when sick brings more anxiety for gavi than he'd thought.
genre(s): established relationship, fluff, slight angst
[wc: 2.2k] masterlist
notes: I was sick while writing this and I swear I felt the words float off my screen because my head was spinning like crazy. but this prompt was cute as hell so I hope you enjoy it xx
the house was empty— all the lights were still off, except for the blue hue from the swimming pool's lights that could be seen illuminating through the ceiling to floor window in the living room.
a heavy sigh left your lips when you shut the front door, your sluggish strides heavy and painful as you made your way to the couch so you could catch your breath after today's stress.
you were drowning in university work and assignments and have been staying in the library for excessive hours after classes just to get a grip on whatever was piled on you. this was the fourth time this week that you'd gotten home late which gavi wouldn't be happy about at all.
so when you saw that his car still wasn't in the driveway when you pulled up you thanked the heavens and the fact that he was still at pedri's house. he hated when you over-exerted yourself which you were prone to— being the workaholic that you were.
he never failed to give you a heartfelt scolding whenever this happened, telling you that you needed to eat, reminding you to take a break and even resorting to forcing you out of your chair just to rest with him.
but today you weren't ready for that, not with the way that your head was pounding. when you sat down on the couch a wave of relief washed over you and the urge to succumb to the tiredness sat on your chest but you couldn't fall asleep... you just needed to rest your eyes for a minute.
there was excitement in gavi's strides when he got home, wanting nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and not let go until the following day. he just missed you that much to the point where he barely said bye to pedri when he left and got straight into his car.
it was 8:24 p.m. so he knew you'd still be awake, probably in the kitchen baking something seeing as it was friday. every friday you could be caught baking something to distress yourself with a smile and the music playing while you hummed carelessly.
but that wasn't the case today because the house was eerily quiet. gavi didn't like that one bit and immediately called for you, seeing as it was dark. but when he got no response his pace quickened only to find you sprawled on the couch still with your clothes on.
not again, he thought and crouched down beside you.
"amor I'm home," he whispered and nudged you slightly, earning a disgruntled moan from you while you took a bit to wake up.
he watched you sit up with slight worry and it was clear that you hadn't planned on falling asleep judging by your confused expression as you looked around, until you were somewhat coherent.
you looked at your boyfriend with a lopsided smile. "hello baby, how was your day?"
"are you feeling okay?" he asked, brushing off your question and put a hand to your cheek. he wasn't pleased with how warm you were and moved his hand your forehead but you tried to pull it off.
you were screwed, to say the least, because you were burning up. before gavi could even say anything about the matter you pushed the fact that you were fine and tried to stand up. horrible decision. a sharp pain ran through your head and you swore you could feel it in your eye sockets.
a painful groan left your lips and immediately gavi was at your side, his hand carefully around your waist for stability in fear that you were going to fall. "oh no. I knew this was going to happen."
hear it comes.
your eyes shut tightly while gavi rambled on about you being sick, saying that you should have listened to him and not over exert yourself because he knew how bad of a toll it took on you. you loved him, but right now was not the time for a lecture.
"pablo I'm fine." you kissed the back of his hand reassuringly but he couldn't help but feel horrible. "I just need some rest okay?"
"I think you need more than just some sleep baby. this--"
you shook your head slightly, looking directly into his eyes so that he could see that you were fine. "--I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to sleep. there's no need to worry because I'm fine, okay?"
okay? as if. gavi could see right through you and even though he played it off, the second you hopped into the shower he was already halfway to the pharmacy with his phone in hand, his mother on the line for proper instructions.
he's never actually taken care of someone when they were sick before because funny enough he was always the patient. whether it be an injury or the flu you were taking care of him and now it was his turn to be just as gentle and patient until you felt better.
his mother asked him questions in and out— how high was your temperature? were your muscles aching? were you throwing up? all questions he couldn't answer that well because he just knew that you were sick and needed medication immediately.
"uhm she's hot...? I mean she couldn't walk so I guess so. I don't think she even ate enough to be able to throw up."
the panic in his voice had his mother stressing just as much but she stayed on the line until he got back home and wished him luck because she knew just how stubborn you were when it came to being sick.
when he got home you were sleeping, your eyebrows knitted together in discomfort which made him feel horrible. how was he supposed to take care of you like this? he didn't know what he was doing at all.
but gavi pushed it aside and decided to call it a night and left the bathroom light on just in case. he crept in beside you, making sure to place a soft kiss on your forehead that had gotten significantly warmer than last he checked but he didn't bother waking you.
it didn't take long for him to fall asleep, his arm loosely wrapped around your torso and it was a miracle that he didn't wake up because of all your tossing and turning.
beads of sweat began to form on your forehead and you felt light-headed but still tried your best to at least try and sleep. but you just couldn't, not when you felt this uncomfortable and were in pain.
at some point, you got up for some water to try and soothe whatever you were feeling but then the hot flushes started, and you were struggling to breathe. you were an utter mess, dizzily making your way back to bed while the floor spun beneath you.
short of breath you leant against your bedroom door— and the bang must've been loud because gavi began to stir awake, which was the last thing you wanted. he woke up to the empty space beside him and immediately shot up, his eyes squinted due to the bathroom light being on.
you watched his blurry figure get out of bed, not able to make out what he was saying by the overwhelming feeling of pain and discomfort drowning you. gavi pulled you toward his chest, his hand lightly touching your forehead and neck.
next thing you knew, you were sitting on the bathroom floor unable to catch a proper breath because you were so overwhelmed.
gavi was panicking— his heart racing as well as his thoughts because he just didn't know what to do. the closest he'd gotten to taking care of you was when you were on your period, and his routine had already been drilled in for the past two years you've been together.
he'd have your toiletry cabinet stocked, and your snack cabinet never emptied. your heating pads were always at the ready along with your tea. and your most important necessity— him. you took refuge on his chest in your moments of pain, his hand carefully places over your stomach to soothe the pain.
but this was different. he felt useless, watching you helplessly like a lost puppy.
"it's okay amor, I'm here," he said soothingly and set you against his chest on the bathroom floor, but not even the cold tiles could soothe your increasing temperature.
you fell limp against your boyfriend but fought the urge to break down. instead, a painful groan left your lips, one that had gavi holding onto you tighter in fear.
"it hurts," you croaked while trying to steady your shaky breaths.
"what hurts hm?" it sounded as if he was on the verge of tears and that had your heart shattered. gavi was paranoid by nature, especially when it came to you. so you couldn't begin to imagine what was running through him mind right now.
you took his hand into yours and put it on your chest. "everything. everything hurts."
gavi felt your shaky breaths and sat in silence, unsure of what to say— but he needed to get you that medication immediately. it wasn't going to have an immediate effect and he'd probably have to take you to the doctor tomorrow but as long as it soothed some of your pain.
he got up from the floor as delicately as he could, watching as you tried to sit up by yourself which wasn't what he wanted. "come here, angel." he picked you up with ease, cradling your body gently as you wrapped your legs around his waist and rested your head on his shoulders.
while he walked down the stairs he wondered how you didn't pass out on them on your way to fetch that glass of water. his mind flooded with thoughts like this until he made it to the kitchen and set you down on the island.
"pablo," you said breathlessly and your boyfriend immediately got through the last of your medication and set it down beside you, a worried hum leaving his lips.
he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, and held the pills in front of you. you counted 4 and took each one as quick as possible, the water making no difference to the cooling of your temperature when it travelled down your throat.
by the time you were done, gavi had gotten a fresh cloth and began dabbing it on your neck and forehead. the two of you were enveloped in silence— your head spinning but your boyfriend's fingers resting on the small of your back, tracing small shapes on your skin beneath your shirt.
it was when you let your head rest on his shoulder that gavi felt the need to speak up, just above a whisper. "I have no idea what I'm doing right now."
your heart swelled at the sound of his half-hearted chuckle because for someone who didn't know what he was doing, he was doing a great job. he'd been so patient with you from the second he saw you lying limp on the couch. he held his composure and handled you so gently, taking the initiative and making sure that you felt at least somewhat better.
he didn't see it, but you did and were so grateful.
you left a light kiss on his neck. "don't say that amor. sure I still feel like passing out--"
"--are you serious?" he asked in shock, an upset groan leaving his mouth as he pulled away from you. "this isn't going to work."
"no baby--"
he was panicking. beating himself up for thinking that he could take care of you in this state, what did he know? he was only a child. "oh god, we need a real adult. someone who actually knows what they're doing."
you couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his rambling out of sheer panic. it was endearing in a way, your gaze softening at the innocent glint in his eyes because he was just so adorable. you urged him to calm down, your voice was soft and warm as you pulled him closer to you.
"are you not an adult, hm?" you teased with a smile and cupped his cheeks, and to your surprise, he said no without hesitation.
gavi proceeded to go on about how he still had you treating him like a baby, that you took care of him and that he was utterly useless when it came to helping you. of course, you strongly disagreed because you did feel better.
he stared into your eyes, trying to calm himself down while you reassured him. "do you not make me feel at ease? safe? comfortable? loved?" you kissed him on the cheek when he didn't reply.
"exactly, so stop being ridiculous."
gavi melted at your touch, sinking further into the crook of your neck for another moment before he took you back to bed so that you could get some sleep.
you rested your head on his chest, legs over his because you felt the need to be that close to him tonight. you felt sleep finally settle on your chest at the soothing feeling of his fingers running through your hair.
"I love you."
gavi's chest tightened at the suddenness. he shut his eyes and thanked the universe that you were in his life and kissed the top of your head. "I love you too, cariño."
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original request: “Can you write a gavi story where he cheats on his gf and he regrets it and does everything for her to not find out and she does after a while and he loses her and has to work to get her back”
— regret / pablo gavi.
summary: gavi can’t lose you after what he did.
warnings: angst, mentions of cheating
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gavi knew he messed up after leaving the local night club. he regretted even going to the club, feeling remorse for the shitty actions he had just made..
it all started at the local night club in barcelona.. gavi and his teammates had just won an important trophy for the club, and they decided to celebrate their victory. out of any other place, they all settled and decided on going to the club to have some drinks to ease off the victory night.
upon arriving to the club, the boys got started on their drinks, already feeling excited after the win.
drink after drink, gavi was soon full of so much adrenaline, not in the right mind to properly think straight. that boy was deep in the drinks, not even caring about what he did..
which led him to making out with a girl..
he obviously didn’t know her name, and her face was a blur to him. all he knew was she randomly got close to him, and initiated the heated kiss..
but if it wasn’t for his best friend pedri who was still aware of his surroundings, he would’ve taken her home and slept with her..
pedri couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you were such a nice girlfriend, he knew you loved gavi with your heart, but at this moment he knew gavi really fucked up. he knew he had to speak up..
“hermano! que estás haciendo!”, yelled pedri, pulling the girl off gavi’s lap. (brother what are you doing)
gavi quickly looked at his best friend, angered at the distraction, and saw his disbelieved look on his face.
“que? que paso?”, gavi said, trying to find out why his friend interrupted him. (what, what happened)
“estabas besando a una chica.. estás loco o que hermano?”, pedri said, anger quickly rising to his voice. (you were kissing a chick.. are you crazy or what brother)
gavi’s face soon turned red at the words that came out of his best friends mouth. he couldn’t believe it!
“no me digas eso tío.. en serio?”, gavi said quietly..
all pedri could do was nod. he had no words for what he had witnessed his best friend do.
“mira, no le digas a tu novia, si le dices será un infierno para ti.”, pedri said, speaking his thoughts out loud to him.
gavi quickly obliged to his friends words, worried about your future relationship with him.
he didn’t want to ruin your relationship, but surely he didn’t want to hide it from you.
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once gavi had arrived home from the club, he was welcomed with your light snores coming from your bedroom. he quickly went to the room, once he entered the room, he saw you and his heart melted. he looked at your relaxed expression, signifying you were deep in your sleep.
he couldn’t help but look at your face, only thinking about his actions he did earlier. he didn’t want to hide it from you, but his consciousness was starting to eat at him.
when you woke up in the morning, you felt your boyfriends big arms on you. you knew he went to the club to enjoy their victorious night, but you couldn’t help feel a little bit scared, not knowing if your boyfriend did anything that could affect your relationship with him..
but oh he definitely did something, and is hiding it from you..
you woke up and got ready for the day, having plans with your best friends at some local cafe later in the day.
you quietly did your skincare, and changed into some nice leggings and a sweater you had stolen from your boyfriends closet.
you got yourself ready, leaving your apartment and heading to your car.
you couldn’t believe the weather in barcelona, it was a nice and warm day, perfect weather for going out with your friends.
you arrived later at the coffee shop, waiting for your friends elena and victoria, who you knew always ran late.
while waiting for your friends outside the cafe, something scared you…
“estamos aqui hermosa!”, said your friend elena, catching you off guard immediately. (we are here beautiful)
“me asustaste estúpida! no me hagas eso para la otra vez!”, you whined. (you scared me stupid, don’t do that to me next time)
“pero hola!”, you said, kissing both your friends on the cheeks. (but hello)
you were having a fun time with your friends, catching up on the latest drama. but it went silent, and victoria suddenly brought something up..
“oyes y/n,” your friend victoria started. (hey y/n)
“miraste las fotos en twitter de tu novio?”, she said with voice a little bit shaky. (did you see the photos on twitter about your boyfriend?”
“no.. can you show me them?”, you said worried.
were the pictures bad? when were this pictures taken?
thoughts started to race through your head, possibilities were endless in this case, he could be cheating, it could’ve been anything..
you began to feel a bit nervous, you didn’t know if these photos were going to surprise you..
and it surely did surprise you..
once victoria turned her phone around, you immediately saw your boyfriend. but he just wasn’t alone..
he was with a girl..
throughout the post, there were multiple photos of them making out, with the girl on his lap. one specific photo caught your eye though..
pedri was pulling the girl off his lap..
you heart broke into pieces, you really loved gavi, everyone knew you did, and still he threw all your love to the ground like it meant nothing.
you couldn’t hold back any tears after the photos your best friend showed you.
“are these photos real..?”, you said, voice cracking from the tears running down your face.
“yes hermosa, i just saw it earlier this day.”, victoria said lowly.
“well,what are you going to do about it?”, your friend elena said.
well what else could you do but it cry?..
“no se chicas, la verdad es que me está doliendo mucho esto..”, you said, unable to breathe with how much tears were coming down your face. (i don’t know girls, the reality is that it is hurting me a lot)
your best friends quickly got up, not wasting any time to console you.
you were broken, nothing to say, nothing to even feel.
“break up with him amiga. you don’t deserve a cheater..”, your friend elena said..
“bueno, i guess i can do that..”, you said, breathing rapidly..
you loved gavi so much, but at that moment you felt nothing for him..
it was like your spark ended..
you never thought he’d do such things.. but he had such a platform, it should’ve been obvious he was going to screw around with you..
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once your cafe date was over, you drove home, awaiting to have a conversation with gavi.
when opening your door, you were met with a stressed out gavi, roaming around your kitchen, seeming like he was going to explode any moment..
“gavira, may i talk to you for just a moment?” you said dryly with no emotion.
he could tell something was up, his heart was racing thinking about his actions and if you’d found out.
“yes mi amor, what happened?”, he said nervously, picking at his fingers.
“tell me why there’s pictures of you kissing another girl at some damn club?” you yelled, not being able to contain your anger.
“i-i can’t explain y/n!”, he replied nervously. he knew he fucked up, and now his relationship could be broken at this moment.
“i don’t need any explanations or nothing gavira! this what we have, it’s over.”, you yelled at him, voice rasping.
gavi’s mouth dropped. he couldn’t believe what even came out of your mouth.
with him processing what you said, you took your chance and left the apartment. saying goodbye to where you thought home was.
although it was sudden, it was really over for you two.
sometimes love can get you feeling so many things, but once you find something out, it’s like a bunch of pieces of your heart break.
that is what you felt right now..
regretting ever being in a relationship with him…
a/n: i kinda rushed this so it’s not proofread, ill read it again tomorrow and make updates! thank you so much for the support 🫶🏻
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Cut Out For It
pairing: Pablo Gavi x Y/N
summary: Pablo is getting more and more female attention every passing day and his response, or the lack of it worries you
genre: angst/ fluff
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You were currently watching your boyfriend Pablo from across the room. He was only now coming back from his injury and you couldn’t be prouder, tonight was supposed to be a little party to celebrate his return but thanks to Balde, who’s hosting, it quickly turned into a full on party with a sea of people. You didn’t even know half of them.
Don’t get it wrong, you were happy to be here with him and so happy for him but the only thing was the brunette hanging off his arm all night. There were actually two and you didn’t know any of them. As soon as you arrived with Pablo and everyone cheered for the golden boy, Balde came and collected him. You thought they probably had some catching up to do so let them do their own thing while you went to sit with the girls and it was going fine until you saw those two girls hugging your boyfriend and his friend. Balde was single, he could do whatever he wanted with whoever you knew that but it was the lack of effort from your boyfriend that hurt you. Everyone could tell the girl was shooting her shot at bagging a footballer, who’s very popular among women, but Pablo kept his place and chatted with her without a glance at you. You tried calming yourself down with a cocktail, then another one and reassured yourself that you had nothing to worry about. You knew Pablo and you knew he loved you, he told you the night of his injury and he meant it but the intrusive thoughts ran through your mind. What if this is how it’s going to be from now on? He was young, handsome, smart and Barcelona’s star. Of course he’s going to get attention but why isn’t he putting a stop to it?
“Earth to Y/N! What’s going on girl?” Sophie asked laughing, she was sitting with you at a sofa placed strategically facing Pablo. She followed your gaze and her smile faltered.
“Oh I see. But, you know it’s nothing.”
“No, I know.” you said trying to fool you both. “It’s just, he hasn’t even looked my way in the past hour Sophie.” you sadly added.
“Why don’t we go to him? Maybe you’ll dance a little and remind him what he’s missing.” she suggestively said but you were in no mood to dance.
“I don’t think so. Let’s get another drink.” you stood up and made your way to the kitchen but when you stepped back to the main area your ears started ringing, the girl put her hand on Pablo’s biceps laughing a little extra probably saying something corny like ‘omg you’re so fit i can’t believe it’ It took everything in you to not ruin the party and drag Pablo out but you knew he had to do it himself or you couldn’t trust him to do it when you’re not around. This was your biggest concern, they went out to celebrate or to parties a lot all over the world and you couldn’t monitor him like a child. He has to be able to walk away from attention seekers to come to you but it doesn’t look like it.
After a hour and 15 minutes Pablo finally remembered he had a girlfriend and tried to find you asking around. You were still in the same spot and when he finally found you he sweetly pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Are you having fun?”
“Are you having fun?” you reversed the question to him.
“I mean, it’s alright don’t you think?” he was so clueless it made you want to kiss and kill him at the same time.
“Yeah, yeah it is.” you forced a smile and he noticed.
“Does your feet hurt, we can go now if you’d like.”
“No Pablo, it’s your night. Have fun. I need to use the loo.” you said and got up trying to escape his interrogation because you knew you would’ve exploded.
“Y/N, bebe what’s wrong?” he caught up to you holding your arm but you really needed him to drop this if he didn’t want to fight.
“Nothing Pablo, I’m just going to pee.” you tried to wiggle out of his grasp but he tried again.
“Y/N please, what happened?”
At this point you knew there was no point of trying to remain calm and this argument was bound to happen so you held his hand and pulled him by the cuffs into the first room you saw which appeared to be a guest bedroom.
He tried to hug you from behind thinking you were in here for another reason but you quickly smacked his hands.
“Okay seriously tell me what’s going on?” he pressed.
“Look, I’m not a controlling girlfriend and you know it. I don’t want to control you or monitor your moves because I want to trust you.” you started pouring your heart out but also clarifying you’re not being a jealous bitch.
“I know.” he nodded
“But I can’t feel but disrespected when you’re out there chatting with random girls at a party I’m here with you. I mean, if you can do this with me here what are you doing when I’m not?” you finally snapped and you could see his eyes widen with the accusation.
“Do you really think-
“I don’t know Pablo, I’m asking you. Do you really think this is okay? Is it a celebrity thing where you flirt with whoever but it’s all harmless?”
You knew you were pushing his buttons, Pablo hated being called a celebrity. He always said he is a boy who loves football and that’s it.
“But maybe I should’ve excepted this. I mean, it’s not easy to be 19 and handle fame.” you said and he was getting more and more shocked with every second.
You could see he was ready to defend himself at first but now, he was just sitting on the bed with his head low while you paced around in the room accusing him.
“Do you really think I couldn’t handle being recognized?” he asked and if you weren’t furious you would see the sad pouty look on his face.
“It certainly doesn’t look like it.”
“I’m sorry you feel like that.”
You looked at him for the first time, he was completely distraught.
“Pablo, I-
“No you’re right. I should’ve been more careful.”
“Pablo I’m sorry if I hurt you, I just, I was just angry.”
“No I understand, I knew I wasn’t cut out for it anyway.”
“No no no please don’t say that. I didn’t mean it like that. I was just jealous.”
“You were jealous?” he asked with a small grin, this was the first time you showed any emotion about it.
“I see you’re enjoying this, but seriously-
“You don’t have to say anything, I’m sorry for everything Y/N. I love you more than anything and promise to be more careful. And yes, I like when you’re jealous, it’s hot.”
You playfully shoved his chest.
“Pabs!”
“What? I’m just saying, we’re completely alone in a bedroom sitting on a comfy bed.” his hands started to make their way around your body.
“We can’t” you started giggling.
“Yes we can.”
“I love you so much.” you said and leaned in, he got the message immediately and laid you down continuing to show you just how much you mean to him.
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Just Pretend (Gavi X Reader)
Epilogue
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Warnings: Mentions of injury, blood, stitches, SMUT, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, explicit language, and more that I can't remember.
Word Count: 12.8k (Fun Fact: If you have read all of JP, that's 186 pages single space of reading.)
A/N: Okay y'all, time to finally put this baby to rest. I was going to wait a little bit longer to do this next part, but with Gavi's injury I needed something to keep me off the Emergency Medicine Manual on ear lacerations. And now Joao is here??? It's just the right time. The universe said so.
Gif Credit: @worldcupwinner
Previously on Just Pretend
"She didn't look at the age. She didn't have to. Her eyes landed on the name: Pablo Martín Páez Gavira. One of the best young football players in the world had just used her as a banister. "Now that you know I'm not a kid, next time, you should let me buy you a drink.""
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"He tried to think of something sad, something painful, anything besides the fact that you were leaning over him, touching him so gently while he was in his boxers."
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""Don't you think it's a little desperate of you to take off work for a date?"
You looked up at him seething. He stood with his bag strapped over his shoulder, hands in his pockets, hood up to cover his wet hair. His eyes were stern and cold, the usual fire behind them having died down to leave frigid disgust. You would be lying if you said you didn't know about how the Barca men got rid of their sexual frustrations.
"Oh I'm sorry. Next time, Gavi, I'll be classy like you and have weekly sex in a club bathroom.""
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"It broke him to see you like this - shaking and in tears in a club bathroom, while the man you were trying to impress was probably grinding on other girls. Gavi told himself it had nothing to do with you specifically, just fairness. You were objectively a good person, and you deserved to be treated well by everyone around you. He tugged your shoulder, bringing you in for a tight embrace. You tucked your head into his shoulder, allowing your tears to fall more freely now that he couldn't see you. Something in you began to calm. It was like Gavi had flipped a switch."
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""You can yell at me all you want. You can be angry at the fact that I care about you. You can punch me," he hit on his chest, "right here if you want to. But I am not a child. Don't refer to me as one. So you can go an be upset and pretend that everything I do is selfish, but you know deep down that no matter how much you push me away, I'm looking out for your best interest." He opened the door and stepped aside.
"Drive safely, doctora.""
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""No I'm serious. You were having a panic attack in your car. At least... At least come inside and eat something. Maybe have some tea? Anything. I just... want to make sure that you're okay before you leave me."
With wide eyes, you looked up at Gavi after this statement. His cheeks burned, realizing he had slipped up.
"Leave my house. Just come inside.""
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""Can... can we do something? To help me sleep? But then promise you'll forget about it tomorrow?"
Pablo swallowed hard for the nth time that night. He hesitated. There was no way he could promise to forget a single moment of this night with you, but he could control himself from speaking about it, and that was all he really needed to do.
"Anything.""
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""Don't leave." He said, voice dry and raspy. You weren't sure if he meant now or the club. You moved your hand to join it with the one on your wrist, giving a gentle squeeze of reassurance, as he had done for you.
"Don't worry. I'll be right back.""
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""I wish I could go back to then, sometimes."
"Why is that?"
"I had friends back then."
He looked at you in a strange manner, shifting one strand of hair behind your ear.
"Are we not friends, Doctora?"
"For better or worse, you're my best friend, Pablo.""
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Gavi's heartstrings were so tight they were ready to snap. He had prayed to hear so many different things from you, but never realized that this recognition, this pride expressed so freely, would be the most meaningful. This was it. This was the moment. Suit on, trophy in hand, this was the moment to express how much needed you in his life in a different way. How much he needed to keep making you proud.
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And now, months later...
The rays of early-morning light danced around the disheveled bedroom, bouncing across t-shirts and socks littering the floor and bedside table. They reflected across the buzzing phone screen, emitting a shrill beeping that disrupted the serenity that accompanied this time of the day. Try as he might to shield his ears with the fluff of his 'cuddling pillow', the sound penetrated through, stirring him from dreams of pretty eyes and soft lips. Squinting, the numbers on his screen prompted him to groan, rolling out of his warm sheets and onto the chill of the tile floor, needing to shower and dress before Pedri began his ritual of calling him on repeat until his butt was seated on the plush leather of the newly purchased Lambo.
The steam rippled off his sore muscles, and he lathered his mint-scented shampoo in his hands, Pablo cracked his first smile of the day at the thought of your hands on his shoulders the moment you got to work, or in the calm hours after. The whole house lingered with traces of you, but the bathroom was the worst. He had slowly but surely photographed everything in your own bathroom, replicating your set up in his much more luxurious marble shower. From hair to body to skincare, he had every bottle perfectly arranged for you to use on those days when the shared warmth of Pablo's body against yours was too much to overcome, and he lead you upstairs for a night in his arms. Or even better (and yet also worse), when the two of you remained entangled on what Gavi referred to as the "love sofa", waking up with muscle aches and bad breath, but always with the upmost feelings of content.
Every step of Pablo's morning had slowly but surely started revolving around you. He was floating, weightless in your alluring orbit. Su Sol. Su vida. The deodorant he rolled on was never out of stock under his cabinet, and it never would be since you cuddled into him and said he smelled like the ocean. He had spent his weeks in America (when not bedridden) searching for bottles of 1 million, the cologne that you secretly sprayed on the pillows before bed and onto every item of clothing you 'borrowed'. The hair gel was at the back of the cabinet, fated to collect dust because of a gentle run of your fingers and a whisper that you loved when Pablo was "all soft and fluffy".
And as he slipped on his training shirt, the ringing started. He knew it was Pedri informing him that he was at the door, and he hurried as much as possible, as to prevent the ring tone from driving him to the brink of madness. He scurried down the stairs, careful not to crack his head open while running in socks (well, not to crack it open again). He grabbed his bag from its hook by the door, slipping on his shoes. Before exiting, he looked at the wall beside the door. He ran his fingers up the taped photographs slowly. They dragged across the young faces of his old teammates, over is mother and father and sister on a white-sand beach, dancing past the collection of pictures from the Supercopa and the Ballon D'or, and rested on the only picture frame hanging on the wall. It was one of those tacky pink ones that stores sold on Valentine's day, with AMOR written in chunky red glitter. He was sat on your chair at work, your stethoscope around his neck and you perched in his lap in your red scrubs. His right cheek was smooshed from the force of the kiss you left on it, bright red lipstick already marking his other cheek and his lips. He leaned forward, placing a swift kiss to the cool glass, before running out the door to finally stop the incessant calls.
"You know if you had been three minutes later, we would have had to skip the coffee shop." Pedri said, pulling out before the passenger door was fully shut.
"I would rather walk to training than skip that."
"How much money do you make to be buying your girl a large coffee every morning?"
"I would sell my house to keep buying her coffee in the morning."
The words 'that's a little extreme' stopped on the tip of Pedri's tongue - if Gavi was not going to be extreme in his love, then who would be?
~
"And finally, Nicolas, we have the physio who will be overseeing much of your work. I'll be introducing you two now."
It was comforting to know that Dr. Gonzalez was just as dry with everyone. The muffled words came with a swift three knocks at the door, and he peaked his head in before you could release the permission from your lips.
"May we enter, Doctora?"
"Yes, of course, Dr. Gonzalez. I have no players on my schedule until 8:30. Please come in, make yourselves comfortable."
He entered with a tall, muscular boy behind him, his dark curls falling in front of his bright blue eyes. His scrubs shirt puckered in the chest area, in danger of bursting due to a deep breath. He shuffled in awkwardly, opting to stand behind Dr. Gonzalez rather than occupy the seat next to him.
"Now, Nicolas. Before you is a shining example of what the individuals in your program are capable of achieving. This is-"
"Oh! You're Doctora Gavira!"
There was a moment of radio silence that circled the room, before you had the courage to whisper out, "...what?"
"Nicolas, don't interrupt." Dr. Gonzalez decided to ignore what the new kid had just called you. "This is Doctora y/n y/l/n, who many people refer to as just Doctora. Please do not do that without her explicit permission. She joined us a little over a year ago from the same program you are in, and has been an effective technician who has brought medical success to the club. Barring any tragedies like pregnancy, she will become the club's Assistant Head of Physiotherapy. Despite your initial examination being slightly more disappointing than hers, we believe you can excel under her mentorship. You will be fired upon her first complaint. I'll leave you two alone now to be acquainted. Doctora, please allow him to shadow you through the medical examinations happening today. Thank you both."
Nicolas sat in shock at all the insults that had just been so casually shot through him while you smiled sweetly and waived your boss out the door. As soon as the click of the door was heard, your smile dropped and you were leaning menacingly over the desk.
"Okay, confess right now or lose your job: who told you to call me Doctora Gavira"
"What? I- no one! Are you not married to Gavi?"
"Where would you get that idea?" You asked while sitting back down, the visible tremble in the boy before you extinguishing the anger within you.
"Well, I walked into work this morning and you were getting out of your car and I was saying hey to Ronald who I met during my interview and I said 'oh who is that she's really cute' and he was like 'oh that's the Doctora and you should be careful saying stuff about her because she's Gavi's girl and he will rip your throat out and then she will sew it back into your body' and so after that I just assumed you were his wife because like footballers aren't usually that serious about their girlfriends and I follow a bunch of Gavi fan accounts and none even said that you were his girlfriend because there's this other girl who is actually kind of awful-"
His tangent was only interrupted by a soft knocking at your office door. You yelled for whatever angel to enter, grateful from the save from the worst verbal diarrhea you had seen in years. And it was the sweetest angel of all who poked his head through the door, hair freshly washed and frizzing slightly in the August humidity. He held a large chilled coffee in one hand, using the free one to rest his weight on the back of your chair. He leaned down to complete his routine with a good morning kiss, but the look you gave Pablo over the rim of your glasses made him hesitate. It was then that he noticed the individual sat across from you. Locking eyes with him, Pablo opted for a kiss on the crown of your head, muttering a gentle “Bon día, mi doctora.”
Nicolas' eyes followed the way your hand smoothed over Gavi's bicep in the most obvious way possible, and it had the young Sevillano tensing.
"Pablo," you started before he could come up with his own conclusions, "meet Nicolas. He's going to be training under me for his work placement."
"Nice to meet you, Pablo!" Shooting up out of his chair, he extended a sweaty handshake that was left hanging in the air.
"Gavi."
"Huh?"
"Call me Gavi."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought because-"
"You want to call me the same name my girlfriend does?" A smile played across Pablo's lips: he was obviously joking, but the intern before him shook like a leaf and sweat bullets, hand still frozen in the air. Letting out a soft laugh, Pablo took his hand, embracing the new intern and reassuring him that he wasn't about to be slaughtered.
"All the boys call me Gavi - don't want you to feel out of place. Welcome to the club. You have the best teacher - I would know."
"Right! Because she's you're girlfriend!"
"Because she's the physiotherapist that's been working on me for the last year..."
Silence once again.
"Nicolas, maybe you should go watch the warmups. I'll be out in a few minutes. Field is out the door to your left."
The boy sent you a look of gratitude to be freed from ... whatever that was. He all but ran out the door, leaving it slightly ajar as Pablo watched him turn the corner, finally having enough privacy to capture you in the delicate kiss he had been waiting for since he saw you a mere 10 hours ago.
"Bon dia, Pablito. Did you sleep well?"
"Not as well as when you're next to me."
Despite asking the same question for weeks on end, he always gave the same answer. It was about a month into the two of you officially dating when he asked you to move into his place. Of course you vehemently declined, citing reasons such as not being able to break your lease and not wanting to intrude on his space. But deep down there was the unspoken truth. Every day you held your breath waiting for Pablo's answer to change. To tell you that he had slept just fine on his own, and that he may sleep even better beside someone else. The day had yet to come, and a small part of you dared to hope it never would.
"That sounds rough. Any way I can make it up to you for going home?"
"Here? In your office? I mean if you insist..."
You smacked him playfully on the arm as both of your giggled filled your office space. Pablo was acutely aware of the fact that every time he spoke to you about the subject, it was in vague terms and half truths. Pablo wanted you to move in more than he wanted almost anything else. In his mind it was the perfect scenario: he would wake up with you enveloped by his arms, breathing rhythmically against his skin. You would get into the shower, hot water rolling down your spine as he laid out your scrubs (the red and black ones were his favorites). He would make you a coffee on the ridiculously expensive espresso machine that would be arriving in 7-14 business days - right after your school and work joint evaluation. The drive to work would be filled with soft melodies and hushed conversations. The drive home would be more vibrant, with Pablito on the AUX and the windows rolled down. And then he would get to come home and help you make dinner, trying not to burn or spill as he set two porcelain dining bowls on the coffee table, under the watchful, scowling eyes of the two of you frozen in a photo. Then he would lay his head back on the couch, his chin on your crown, running his fingers up and down your back to trace your spine. The TV would be playing reruns of the same show for the thousandth time, but it didn't matter. It was the best possible feeling Pablo knew: familiarity.
It was hard being a generational talent. Sure, it came with tons of admiration and praise, but it was also riddled with constant change. Changing your hometown for a big new city. Trading your neighborhood full of friends for an academy of classmates, who you were always reminded were your competition. Exchanging hugs from mom and home-cooked meals with yelled instructions and drills in the rain. Even now, after years of playing with the first team and reaping the success, Pablo couldn't help but think about how nice it would be to stay in one city all the time, taking one set of roads that he could memorize.
But now he had you. And not in the same way as before. In a sense, he always had you. No matter how much you were irritated with the boy, you were always a phone call away. You were always ready to help heal his ailments, despite the eye-rolls that came with it. And when he had come to you at his most vulnerable, trembling hands and open heart, you had been as you always were: ready to take him as he was and treat him with delicacy and love.
No matter where Gavi went, there was still something familiar with him. When he was on a red-eye to Madrid, he could lead against the curve of your shoulder, breathing in the familiar scent of your hair and feeling the warmth of your skin. On a tiring night after training, he could always come home and be beside you, tracing the curves of your body that he had memorized, every mark and dip on your skin a landmark that reminded him he was home. The sound of your voice was melodic and soothing, and he could never get enough of the way you said his name.
"Mi Pablito."
Now was no different. The sound of your scrubs shifting, the chill of your coffee against his palm, the way your lips moved against his, so soft with delicate pressure - all of it he already knew, and that was the best part.
"Are you going to come over tonight?"
He always asked. Again, he knew the answer was going to be a huff followed by a shy 'of course', and yet he asked anyways. He loved the stability and the routine. He loved hearing you say that he was the person you preferred to spend your time with.
"Mm of course, mi Pablito. But I might be a little late. I have a lot of paperwork."
"Late? As in, you wouldn't go home with me?" Pablo's pout was adorable, puffy and pink and complemented by his beautiful brown eyes that reflected the fluorescent lights.
"I'm going to try my best not to be here too long, but it's looking like I'm going to be a while. I have to finish the reports about your improvement over the last year for my evaluation next week, do the medical examinations for the new first team members, and now I have this new kid Nicolas."
"First team players? Iñigo and Oriol finished their exams weeks ago. Besides, tomorrow is deadline day. Why would they leave the medical exams until now." Pablo was already stripping off his shirt and laying in your table, ready for you to help with his persistent back pain. You had initially thought he was lying, searching for any reason to have your hands on him during business hours. But then you actually felt his latissimus and erector spinae, and they were so tensed that for a moment you thought about injecting a relaxer into his lower back. So every morning he came in for tension relief at your magical fingertips. But the coos of "aw poor baby" and you leaned over him for half an hour every morning was definitely not going to illicit any complaints.
"Oh, well, there's still more medical procedures to be done. Fermin and Lamine have to be re-examined since Luca forgot tests 12.4 and 17.1. And Joao needs to get his examination." You placed your hands on Pablo's back, apologizing softly for how cold they were. Your first session after the two of you had gotten together, he threatened to burn every latex glove in the club. He hated the way they felt, and now that he was having a lot of skin-to-skin time, he felt that the gloves were pointless.
"Oh, I forgot that Cancelo had flown in. He's going to do wonders for our defense. Just like you're doing wonders for my back, mi amor." He allowed his eyes to flutter shut, breathing deeply and focusing on the feeling of your fingertips. Looking over your shoulder, you ensured the hallway was empty before leaning down to kiss the gentle dip where his spine was. It released a little giggle from Pablo, who tutted and said that you were trouble.
"Just relax. You think I would ever get you in trouble?"
"Oh I was in trouble the first moment that I saw you, mi Doctora."
Before you could respond, your office door swung open, and Nicolas' worried face was staring back at you.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Doctora!! I should have knocked! I didn't realize you were... occupied."
"Why did you pause before- you know what, I don't want to know. What's up Nicolas?"
"Mister Xavi wanted me to tell you that Joao is here on the field, and that he should be examined as soon as possible so he can join the morning training."
Your fingers stilled and your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Gavi felt your shift but remained silent. When the two of you first started dating, he had been very protective, borderline your official spokesperson in the club. He would tell the other players you couldn't meet with them when he knew you had paperwork, and would react harshly to those who questioned your medical decisions. It had gotten you reprimanded by Dr. G, who had reminded you that your relationship should not interfere with your work. And you didn't need to be a genius to know that the players being too intimidated to get physiotherapy was 'interference with work'.
"I had him on the schedule for later this afternoon. I guess Mister wants him training earlier. I have 10 minutes left with Gavi, and then we'll both be out on the practice field."
Just as Gavi's eyes began to droop and his muscles relaxed enough for him to drift into a peaceful sleep, you were by his ear whispering for him to wake up.
"Come on, mi campeon - you have to go to training."
"Mm I don't want to," he mumbled as he rolled over, abs on display as he smiled up at you. "It's so nice and comfortable here."
You rested your hands on his hips, tracing them slowly up his slow stomach, leaving a trail of heat in your path. They continued upward until your palms lay flat on his pecs, and you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Stay here then. Take a little nap while I finish the medicals. In the meantime, they'll have Fermin take your place, and then he'll win the Golden Boy next year, and maybe he'll fall in love with his physio on the sidelines..."
"Ah yes, I can see it now," he said, "the beautiful story between Fermin and his physio... Nicolas."
You both burst out laughing at the mental image of the tall Nicolas sweeping Fermin into a homoerotic, Mbappe-Giroud embrace after he scored a goal. You walked over to the chair, tossing Gavi his training shirt and watching it slip back over the defined, rippling muscle, remaining taunt against his biceps. He opened the door for you, placing a hand on the small of your back to guide you towards the field. The 9am sun was beaming on the late August grass, reflecting the dew on the grass and the beads of sweat glistening on the boys that were running laps and stretching (some better than others - you made a mental note of who you would probably be seeing later). Pablo shot you a quick wink before scurrying off towards his peers.
"Bon dia, Doctora!" The yell came from across the pitch, and was accompanied by the excited waves from Fermin and Balde, who were having the time of their lives making fun of their whipped friend. Pedri had been part of that group initially, joining in on the taunting before games about how he was looking for injuries just to have her run onto the field. He had lingered with the other boys in the locker room to point out any bruises or scratches that Pablo had acquired, teasing him about 'finally getting some'. But since you had become best friends with his crush/ nemesis, it had become a lot harder to make fun of the younger boy without repercussions.
The older players had been overjoyed for the two of you, especially uncle Lewy. His bond with Gavi was special to him, and far surpassed just their relationship on the field. He saw his younger self in Pablo, and couldn't help the feeling he got watching the boy fall in love. The way that Gavi was fiercely protective of you, so excited to watch you shine, reminded him of Anna and all the light she brought to his life. It was a sight that made everyone's chest swell - watching the two of you interlock fingers and walk to your car every evening, smiling sweetly and leaning against each other. Robert hoped that the happiness Gavi felt was lifelong.
"Bon dia, Mister." You approached the coach and he met you with a smile and a clap on the shoulder.
"Doctora, always a good morning when we have you with us during practice."
"I'm flattered, coach. I heard from Nicolas that you wanted me to do Joao's medical now? I was scheduled to oversee morning practice and complete his medical this afternoon. Has there been a change in what needs to be done today so I can adjust the schedule?" You asked, watching the players do their drills.
"Oh, I guess we didn't send out a memo. Not surprising, because the deal was finalized last night. You're correct, Cancelo is going to arrive within the hour and be examined in the afternoon. However, Joao had already arrived and is currently changing. I think his exam should go quickly, given that you can work off of his previous La Liga paperwork, which should be in your email. I would really appreciate if you could complete it now so that he can join the second half of this morning's training."
If the confusion wasn't evident across your face, you decided to vocalize it.
"Sorry, Mister, but isn't Cancelo Joao? Is there something I'm missing?"
"Oh," he laughed out, "my apologies. I announced it before warm-ups began, but you were still in your morning session with Gavi. The club has secured a loan deal for this season for Joao Felix from Atletico. He should be waiting for you in the hall by your office."
Gavi watched the color drain from your face from across the field, and you couldn't help the feeling of anxiety that flooded your system. If you hadn't heard the announcement, then neither had Pablo, and given your track record with Felix, you knew that it wasn't going to be his favorite news.
"Ah, that's great news!" You tried to sound as enthusiastic as possible. "I just need to get Nicolas so he can shadow me and give the boys some stretch instructions before you get started with the team drills. Do you mind?" Xavi indicated for you to step on the field, and you all but sprinted over to Gavi and his teammates. Nicolas stood there, trying his best not to die of anxiety while chatting with the players and taking notes on the specific stretches that each one of them has been assigned by you.
"Hi Doctora." The greeting came from Ferran, who, after several weeks of therapy, had reached out to you to apologize for his behavior. He was keeping his relationship professional, and the personal growth you had seen was surprising. It didn't erase the hurt he had caused you, but allowed you to work with him without wanting to punch him in the face. Maybe after some more time (and therapy), you could be as friendly with him as the boys were.
"Hi Ferran. Looking good, boys. Pedri, that right hamstring needs more work." You quickly shot out, receiving a sigh as he worked out his leg for the third time. The rest of the boys looked like they were ready to engage in small-talk, but you beat them to it.
"So, are you guys excited about the new signings coming in today?" You asked, bouncing on one leg to the other.
"Very. I think Felix is going to be a fantastic contribution to the last third of the field. Will really help our attacking power." Pedri said absent-mindedly, grimacing at the effort necessary to help release the tension in his thigh.
"Felix?" Gavi was obviously confused, eyebrows stitching together, making him look even more angry bird-like than usual.
"Oh, right, you weren't here." Fermin said, turning to his childhood friend. "They finalized Joao Felix. He's arriving today and training with us after his medical exam."
"Which I'm about to go do right now." You added on quickly, hoping to rip off the Band-Aid.
"You're going to be alone with Felix?" Gavi asked in what was probably a louder tone than intended. Pablo would never describe himself with the word 'jealous'. Why would he be? He knew what he brought to the table. He was cute, successful, and was absolutely head-over-heels in love with you in a way that bordered obsession. He knew that the Portuguese playboy had nothing on him in that respect. But whenever he thought back to the stories you had told him about your first meeting with Felix, or back to the Ballon D'or when he had so effortlessly wrapped himself around you, it made the bile rise in his throat.
"Well," you tried to ignore the looks of the players around you, with their ears pricked up and waiting waiting with baited breath for your response. "Not alone. Nicolas is going to be there."
Silence. A beat passed. The another. Then another and another until the silence grew almost unbearable.
"Alright, mi Doctora. See you during the break, then." Pablo's soft eyes reached yours, and you unexpectedly found not a singular trace of negative feeling. Not one heat flare of jealousy or anger crossed his features, and it was borderline unsettling.
~
Pablo's eyes remained trained on you as you re-emerged, Nicolas to your left and Joao flanking the right. The three of you spoke freely and lightly, and Gavi strained his ears to try and listen in on what had the trio giggling. As Nicolas departed to report back to Dr. G, you continued towards Pablo with Joao by your side.
"I know you two have met and shoved each other many times," You said, extending your hand to help pull Pablo to his feet. "But I thought it was time to introduce the two of you on friendly terms. Pablo, this is Joao Felix, our new striker. And Joao this is Gavi, our brilliant golden boy midfielder and," you waved at him to lean in closer, "my brilliant boyfriend." The wink you shot him had Pablo blushing like a schoolgirl, and Joao clapped him on the shoulder affectionately.
"Ay, look at that. Always the winner, irmao. The doutora was actually a big part in helping me come to the club of my dreams, so I'm really thankful for her."
"Really?" Pablo questioned.
"Remember? I told you I was reviewing his health profile. We did it together actually when I was over for-"
"For when Aurora was in town. You're right."
You left the boys shortly after, sitting at your desk anxiously. You knew that Gavi's reaction was... uncharacteristic at best. He had been very unhappy when he found out that you were reviewing his file for a transfer. Help was also a relative term...
"Mi vida, you can't be serious!"
"Pablo, they didn't ask me for my personal opinion on the matter. They sent me the medical profile of a player for a injury probability analysis and fitness examination. They didn't even include his full name."
"Right. J. F. from Atletico Madrid. What a mystery!"
Pablo flopped onto the bed, arms crossed and pouting as he got under the covers. He looked down at his lap, praying that you didn't use the J-word. He wasn't jealous. He wasn't. Feelings like jealousy and insecurity never found their way into his system. But he just... didn't like it. He didn't like the idea that someone was walking around thinking about you in a sinful manner. He replayed over and over in his head your account of the first time you had met 'Portugal boy'. How he 'hoped to see more of you'. Sick bastard. Your sweet, innocent mind had let the comment slide quickly, interpreting it as him wanting to see you around. But Pablo, who had spent the last year of his life trying to protect you from creeps and weirdos (his colleagues), he looked into it more deeply. See more of you meant see more of you, aka your body. Now Pablo was in bed seething at his own theories. Of Joao flirting with you, getting you alone, getting hard from your gentle touches as you simply did you job, and then...
"No. I don't like it. Just lie and say that he's too mentally ill for the club. We already have Ferran and Pedri - the club therapists are overworked." He pulled the covers up to his chin and turned his back to you, and you could tell that he was genuinely distressed. You crawled under the covers as well, your nightgown shifting up around your legs.
"Aw, lito, come here." You slid into the space behind him, tugging on his arm lightly to get him to unravel. He let himself go slack, allowing you to pull him into you. You turned him to lay on your chest, shell of his ear tuned into the rhythmic breathing of your heart. You pulled his arm around your waist, and he couldn't resist the urge to cuddle closer into you. One hand came up to gently rake your nails through his soft locks. The pressure of your lips on his crown allowed him to release a shaky breath. "Talk to me."
"I just... I don't know. When you bring him up it just turns my stomach." The pout could be heard in his voice as he brought the rest of his body into your side.
"Are you jealous?"
"No of course not." He breathed out all at once. "I would like to think our relationship is stronger than your old celebrity crush working with you." He felt the vibration of your chest as you giggled, and it lightened up the heavy feeling in his core. "But it just... doesn't feel good. Knowing there's someone else who wants you and gets to be so close to you."
You refrained from telling Pablo that was the literal definition of jealousy. And simultaneously, he refrained from telling you that a small, very very tiny part of his brain wasn't sure that you wouldn't leave him for Joao. The man was beautiful, there was absolutely no denying it, and had experience being in a long term committed relationship. It certainly didn't help that Joao was two years your senior. Pablo's insecurity around his age fluctuated in intensity, but was persistently present. It had gotten worse the more strangers found out about your relationship. When he told his friends back in Sevilla, he was met with wolf whistles and encouragement to 'improve quickly' before you left for someone more 'experienced'.
And now Pablo's brain was moving rapidly, thinking about all the small jabs his friends had made about your sexual life. "Just make sure she isn't faking it." That particular one had come from Pedri of all people, who rapidly realized his attempt at a harmless joke had sent the younger boy spiraling. Were you faking? Did you want someone who had slept with more women? Were your instructions about where he should move or how hard he should go normal? Or was that a product of sleeping with someone freshly 19?
"Do you wish I was older?"
Pablo had asked this question often, but always got the same answer. He always got the reassurance that you knew he needed in difficult moments.
"Of course not, Pablo. I don't wish anything about you, or about us, was different. Except maybe I wish we would have gotten together sooner." You punctuated the sentiment with another soft kiss to his head, cradling him close to your chest. He didn't relax this time, however. He followed up with a question that had been plaguing him since the two of you got together, but that he never had the courage to know the answer to.
"Do you... wish I was better at sex?"
You were frozen as Pablo buried his burning cheeks into your side, embarrassed by the way he had decided to phrase his query. You brought your hand up to grasp his chin and turn him to meet your eyes.
"Why would you ask that?"
"I don't know, it's just... something I've been thinking about."
"Has the sex not been good for you?"
"No! No of course not," he sat up on one elbow, trying to quickly remedy the situation so that you both wouldn't stay up until the early hours riddled with anxiety.
"I've just been thinking because... well one time me and the boys were talking..."
"Oh no here we go."
"And Pedri mentioned how it kind of takes a long time to get girls to finish."
"Mhm..."
"And then Fermin agreed."
"I can't believe you guys had this discussion in front of baby Fermin." You clasped a hand over your mouth.
"He's older than I am and that's not the point. Focus, mi doctora. So they were talking about things to make a girl finish faster and naturally I was confused because you don't take that long to finish."
"Pablo please tell me you didn't-"
"I obviously didn't say 'oh my girl cums in under 5 minutes', but I just disagreed with them." Your head was in your hands as he continued his story.
"So then they were like no no it takes forever, especially the first time. And I said that the last time I had sex with a new girl, it only took me like 10 minutes." You were bright red, unable to respond to the news that the team was hearing how long your average orgasm took.
"And then Pedri said that you might be faking it and that's why it didn't take a long time. And then I asked why a girl would fake it and he said because when the guy can't lay pipe well the girl gets bored and fakes it so the sex can end faster. And I know that I really like having sex with you but I don't know if you like having sex with me so-"
You interrupted Pablo by grabbing his chin and pulling him towards you, kissing his pouting lips mid sentence. It was too much - too adorable for you to control yourself.
"Pablito, I love you." You held his face in your hands, just watching the way his beautiful eyes reflected the low light of the bedside lamp.
"It's okay, you can tell me if I'm bad." He said softly, genuinely waiting for his feelings to be hurt.
"You're not bad, Pablo. Not even close. You're actually... okay don't start dancing when I say this but you're the best sex I've ever had."
You could feel the blood pool to his cheeks and the muscles tense to repress a smile.
"Is that so? Please feel free to elaborate." You rolled your eyes, knowing you were feeding his ego, but knowing he probably needed it in that moment.
"I've had sex with other people and none of them... well they never got me to finish, you know? I didn't even think I could finish during sex before you."
Pablo's head dripped to rest against your chest, face nestled in the valley of your breasts, breath labored against you. Your words were most certainly turning him on. He brought his hands to your thighs, playing with the hem of your satin slip, and you knew you were not going to be sleeping for the foreseeable future.
"Can you... can you keep talking, mi amor?" Who were you to deny your baby?
"You know it's not just the way you move your hands," you started as the material began to rise up your legs. "It's just you, Pablo. Just the thought of you gets me ... soaking." He let out a strangled moan against you, your words obviously having the desired effect.
"Sometimes I see you when we're at work, licking your lips or wiping your sweat with the hem of your shirt and I have to look away because otherwise," You stopped to let out a shaky breath as his hands rested on your hips, fingers ghosting the hem of your dampening panties.
"Otherwise I would have to lock my office door for a suspicious amount of time."
It was your turn to moan softly as he started kissing down your sternum, hands also moving your panties down to expose you to the cool air and Pablo's hungry eyes.
"Have you," he paused to kiss your ankle, the charm that hung there teasing him. He had seen it after your first night together, the blank tag hanging on the interlocking chain. He had stolen it one day after you look it off to shower, getting a stethoscope engraved into one side and a football onto the other. His favorite sight was to watch it dangle by his ear.
"Have you... ever," another kiss, up by your knee, "thought about me," kissed to your inner thigh now, "when you..." he trained off, hands reaching up to gentle massage your boobs while he centered his face, labored breathing hitting your soaking pussy.
"Yeah..." you breathed out, almost to the point of vibrating when he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.
"Tell me about it." He said, looking up through gorgeous lashes as he poked his tongue out, the tip teasing your clit in soft, delicate kitten licks.
"There was this one time... before we," you moved a hand to your breast, placing it over his. You needed the contact, needed more of Pablo. "Before we got together."
"Oh?" His verbal response was short, but the admission made him use the rest of his tongue, still licking slowly and deliberately, but now capturing more of you with his perfect mouth.
"I was watching you in- ah - in a match," he moved his hand off your chest to lace his fingers with yours. "And you wiped your brow with the hem of your shirt and- ah fuck Pablo." He was now flattening the length of his tongue against you, the soft pressure making you want to buck your hips up into his gorgeous face.
"I really want to hear this story, mi sol. So if I need to stop.."
"No!" You said while shooting up, tightening your hold on his hand. He resumed his pleasurable ministrations and you tried your hardest to form words.
"I saw the bottom of your abs and thought about what it would b-be like if I was on top of you..." He was getting more deliberate now, moving his tongue in figures and slipping it into you occasionally, which made your back arch off the mattress.
"And then you- fuck! You spit on the field and I just.. I.. I had to...Pablo fuck I can't!"
Your eyes were shut now, unable to do anything but whine as Pablo sucked on your clit, rolling it in his mouth before releasing it and fucking you slowly with his tongue. He pulled away completely, kissing you once before he came up to meet you at eye level.
"What did you do, mi amor?"
His eyes were looking at yours with such a delicateness that you almost came on the spot. He looked at your swollen lips, your blown out pupils, the way your chest heaved, and he was ready to pledge his life to worshipping you. He looked at you the way people looked at paintings of angels: in admiration of a beauty too great to be human. He kissed you slowly and deeply, fingers circling your slick entrance.
"It's okay, tell me."
"I... I got off on my couch to the thought of you spitting on me. Or, doing anything to me actually. You don't understand how much I love you, Pablo. Everything you do sets me on fire."
With that, he captured your lips again, swallowing the high pitched whine he elicited by slipping in his fingers. He pumped you slow and hard, making sure to feel every ridge within you, taking his time to find that one magic spot that would return the angel underneath him to heaven.
"I love you more, mi vida." He brought his lips down to your neck, kissing you sweetly, before moving his lips to join his hands. Suddenly it was all too much. His plump and swollen lips sucking on your clit as two of his fingers pumped in and out of you and a merciless pace, and moments later you were grinding onto his face, cutting off his air, and whimpering out how much you loved him and how good he was to you. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your body arched so far off the mattress you were sure you were floating. When you came down from your high and regained your vision, you brought Gavi up to you, kissing him passionately.
"You're amazing, Pablo. You're always so good to me. So, so good I love you."
"Yeah?" He was leaning over you now, watching you fight sleep while recovering from the power of the climax you had just reached. He kissed your neck sweetly, sucking gently on your throat to leave a beautiful bruise at the base - enough to be visible the next day, but not dark enough to where it couldn't be covered with some makeup.
"Yeah. You're so good, Pablo." You ran your fingers through his hair for the millionth time, keeping him pressed against you, the electricity running through you. You moved one hand down to Pablo's boxers, rubbing his weeping member over his boxers, making his movements falter. His breathing was heavy against you, and you felt his hips move to rut against your palm.
"If you're tired," he panted out, "we... we can stop. I don't want you-"
"No," you moved to sit up, pushing Pablo's shoulders so that your positions were reversed, with his back against the headboard and you straddling his hips. You moved down, lips on his pulse point while your hands helped him removed the boxers caging him in.
"I want to make you feel good, mi Pablito. Let me show you how good you are."
Your naked pussy, still slick from your arousal and Pablo's spit, moved against his leaking cock, the friction driving both of you crazy. You continued to suck on his neck, moving from behind his ear down to his collarbone, and making your way back up to his Adam's apple. It was romantic and slow and sensual, the way his shaft rocked back and forth between your lips.
"Mi amor, so good, I- fuck." It was his turn to be left speechless as you slowly seated yourself on the tip of his dick. Your forehead was pressed against his, and he opened his eyes to gaze into yours as you seated yourself fully. Hands met his hard chest as you struggled to breathe, the stretch too pleasurable for you to want to move an inch. Grabbing at your thighs and leaning back against the headboard, Pablo began lifting you up and fucking into you, slow and hard and deep. He was in 7th heaven, watching the way your eyes watered from the overwhelming feeling of being so full.
"You're so good lito - the best. Fuck, fuck, no one can fuck me like you can."
"Ay mi amor," he sped up, the praise going straight to his libido, "going to cum."
"Cum inside me. Please, Pablo. I'm yours. Make me yours."
He encircled the back of your neck and brought your lips together in a harsh clash of tongue and teeth as he came, moaning into your mouth. He brought a hand down to finish you off as well, forcing his eyes open to capture yours screwing shut in pleasure.
As the two of you laid down for bed, exhausted and ready for sleep, Pablo took his normal place on your chest, bringing up your leg over his waist. He loved to be this close to you.
"So, lito, you think those were real?"
"Your words can lie, mi Doctora, but you of all people should know that you can't fake that death grip. That was definitely real."
~
It had been a week since then, and the new season was three games deep. Gavi had his insecurities quelled slightly by your consistent affections (and after ensuring he could make you cum), but it didn't make him like Joao any more than before. He still harbored negative feelings towards the Portuguese player. To the other club members, it was understood that Gavi was upset over his childhood friend Ansu being replaced. But to you and his closest friends? It was evident that he wasn't happy with the immediate comfort Joao felt towards you.
"Good morning, doutora! Thank you so much for that late night session - you really worked out my thighs like magic."
"Oh, are you coming out with us to the club? You should - I want to see how you look when you're not all professional."
"The boys from Chelsea say Hi, doutora. They're all telling me how lucky I am to be working under you."
All these comments had gotten under Gavi's skin in the days they were training, and today was no different. While Gavi was running drills, Joao found you on the side of the field and began a conversation with you about F1.
"Oh yeah, it sucks sometimes, but I can't be anything other than a Ferrari fan. I was able to get Pablo into it as well because of the Netflix show."
"Oh, is he also a Ferrari boy?"
"Oh, well he is, but I think he just does that for me. He's secretly rooting for Hamilton every race."
And despite not knowing the topic of the conversation, it absolutely boiled Gavi's blood to watch you talk and laugh so freely with this man who so obviously wants you. His frustration came out on the field, gaining him swift corrections from Xavi to think with his brain and not whatever was angering him at that current moment. When training concluded, he stood near Joao in the locker room, listening to his conversation with Cancelo and Ferran. When the Portugese boy noticed the small Spaniard's stare, he turned to him.
"Great job in training today, Pablo."
"Gavi. Only my parents and my girlfriend call me Pablo."
"Ay, sorry, Gavi. Must have gotten confused after taking to y/n."
"Are you trying to fuck my girlfriend?"
The question sent a shock around the locker room, and suddenly, there was silence. Everyone waited with baited breath to hear the response to the question and the subsequent aftermath.
"What?"
"You have like forty guys on this team that you could be working to get closer to and yet at every opportunity you're beside my girlfriend. So, are you trying to fuck her?"
"No, of course not! I-"
"Then what are you doing?" Pablo knew he was making a scene and that he would be told off for it later, but at the present he didn't care. All he wanted was to understand the plot of his new teammate and potentially his girlfriend's new man.
"Gavi, can we step outside?" Joao's maturity was showing in this moment. He was not about to start a scene two days before he was meant to step on the grass of one of the best clubs in the world. Gavi angrily followed him out of the locker room, prepared to throw insults or punches: whatever the situation called for.
"Okay, Gavi. I'm going to be honest with you because we're teammates and I think we could end up being friends. And because I feel like there's no point in lying. When I first met your girl in London, I thought she was gorgeous."
"I don't know why you thought this would help you build a friendship with me." Gavi deadpanned, anger rising to his throat. His new teammate had 30 more seconds before he lost it completely.
"No I- what I'm trying to say is yes, I did have a crush on her. You're not delusional."
"I already knew that."
"Let me finish!"
"Talk faster!"
"I had a crush on her but then Kepa told me she was with you and I laid off but then I saw her at the ceremony and she said she wasn't dating anybody so then she said her feet hurt from the shoes and she wanted to go back to her room so I walked her there and I asked her out and she said no and I was confused because she was single and she said she was waiting for someone and I just kind of figured it was you because you're the only thing she talked about that entire night and I am very happy for the both of you but feelings don't just disintegrate and I don't want to be a douche who has feelings for your girlfriend so please just tolerate me until I get over mu crush!"
Joao yelled out his entire confession in one breath to answer Gavi's request for speed. It threw the younger boy for a loop, and he was silent for a long moment while he processed what he wanted to say in response.
"So.... you asked out my girlfriend and got rejected?"
"Yes, but before she was your girlfriend!"
"So when my girlfriend was single, free from the guilt of cheating, you asked her out and she rejected you because she was waiting for someone else?"
"Yes."
"Yes let's go!"
Joao was utterly confused by the reaction of the boy. He was ready for yelling, maybe to run for his life, but he never expected Gavi to be smiling, punching the air and celebrating. He turned back to Joao, pulling him into a tight hug and smacking him on the back with strength that bordered on malicious, and then beamed up at him.
"Oh we're going to be just fine. Welcome to the team."
~
It was the stuff of dreams and fantasy. You couldn't believe the scene before you. On the sidelines at the home game in a full Olympic stadium, the fans shouting at the top of their lungs. Barca had just scored the equalizer against Osasuna, and they were coming off the field, little blobs of neon teal ready to prep for the second half. Felix and Cancelo were stretching, ready to make an appearance. A streak flew towards you, and in the tunnel you were met with a grass-stained Gavi, who hugged your middle and kissed you passionately on the cheek.
"You're doing wonderfully, mi Pablito." You said as you walked towards Ilkay to re-bandage his fingers.
"So are you, mi Doctora."
"I haven't really done anything yet." You said as Gavi moved towards the huddle to hear the second half strategy from Xavi.
"And let's please keep it that way! Don't get blood on your new kit."
And it was almost like you had spoken it into existence. There was an electric energy on the grass in the first half, but when the Joaos came on, it was like something just clicked. There was magic dancing through the air, and it seemed like the ball never left Barca's last third. It was just a matter of getting the timing right. And God, was it breathtaking. The midfield was moving like shadows, unstoppable as they fed the ball to Felix. He worked with Balde on the left, lighting fast reflexes that had you on your feet in an instant. It was an impeccable cross, soaring high above the defense line and meeting perfectly with Gavi, who had somehow levitated a foot in the air, and then was catapulted into the far corner of the net. The roar of the crowd was deafening, and you grasped Nicolas harshly and shook him, nearly throwing him to the ground as you screamed with excitement. Gavi had just scored the goal that put them ahead with an assist from Joao. Twitter was going to go insane.
You jumped on the sidelines, hands digging into the pockets of your jacket. You had finally taken what you see as a rather bold step and gotten yourself a Barca kit. Not just any kit - a home kit with 'Gavi 6' in bright white lettering on the back. You had yet to show it to him, wanting it to be a surprise reward. And there was no more perfect time than today. You daydreamed about his reaction, seeing his name on you. You dared to picture a wide smile, and him pulling you close, whispering in your ear how sexy you looked telling the world you were his.
You exited your daydream in time to witness the horrific scene on the pitch. Osasuna were obviously not happy with the performance of the team, and as usual, Gavi got the brunt of the emotionally charged response. They were shoving him, triple-teaming him, using every opportunity to get him on the ground. As Gavi moved into the penalty area, one of the opposing players decided that he couldn't, under any circumstance, let him score again. His arm went up, and his elbow collided directly with Gavi's right ear. The rest was in slow motion - much like the day Gavi took a knee to the groin. You watched the blunt force cause his skull to recoil, and he fell rather limply to the grass. His teammates gathered around, but you weren't going to wait to be called cover. You grabbed you bag and began pulling on your gloves, but a yell caught your attention. It was Joao's voice that got through to you, and over the roar of fans and coaches and disgruntled teammates, you made out the word 'blood' on his lips, and watched as he pointed to his ear.
You sprinted. Nicolas tried to follow, but even with his long legs he couldn't keep up with your speed. Gavi was on the ground. One arm across his eyes, and you could hear him whimper in pain. You looked around his head and saw them: the bright red drops on the grass, all stemming from the side of Pablo's head.
"Pablo, where are you-"
"Ear. From my ear."
You grasped Gavi's hand, wanting to move his arm so you could see, and he moved his hand into yours so that he could clutch it, squeezing hard because of the pain. You soon saw why. You suppressed your gasp as to not spark fear within him. His ear had been split clearly, the blunt force trauma rupturing the skin and causing heavier bleeding than you had seen in a long time.
"You need to come off, Pablo. You're bleeding badly."
"I want to stay on. It doesn't hurt terribly."
"Pablo-"
"Please. Help me stay on."
You nodded, deciding it was better to act fast than to argue. You sat him up, getting the saline and irrigating his ear from the blood. The cut was worse than you had previously anticipated, as you saw cartilage peak through before for the crimson returned once again. You continued to quickly clean and clear blood, a small mound of blood and iodine soaked gauze forming beside you. There wasn't enough time to give him stitches- even the continuous ones would be too slow. Gauze and medical tape would certainly not be enough to keep his ear covered and clean for these last 15 minutes. And plus, his cartilage was oxidizing quickly. You needed to close the cut, and given the circumstances, there was really only one way to do it.
"Can you handle a little bit more pain?" You met Gavi's wide eyes, and he gave your hand a rough squeeze and nodded gently, trying not to move his head too much. You went to pull your hand from his and were met with resistance. He wasn't able to let go.
"Nicolas, gloves on and hand me the stapler."
He handed you the machine and you instructed him on how to place his hands, closing up the flesh and overlapping the skin. You lined up the gun and repressed the urge to close your eyes. You placed four quick staples in his ear, closing the cartilage in a quick way, heart aching at the sounds he made when each one pierced his skin. You cleaned out the blood one last time, and helped him rise to his feet, met with the cheers of 80,000 culers.
"Come on - you need to be seen by Dr. G on the side before you can continue playing. Make sure they didn't crack your skull."
As you ushered him to the sidelines, the penalty review completed and granted to the blaugrana. Dr. G looked over your work, nodding to Gavi that he could go back onto the field.
"Good work, doctora. He will need reinforced stitches after the match concludes, but you're more than capable."
"Of course, sir."
The boys were all aggregated around the penalty box, clapping Gavi on the shoulder as he returned. Lewy raised an eyebrow in his direction, and Gavi gave him a thumbs up in response.
"Don't worry about me - worry about scoring." He called, falling into place beside Pedri and Joao. His Canarian friend placed an arm around his shoulder, bringing him in silently. It was a nasty hit, one of the worst in a long time, and seeing the blood stop dripping onto Gavi's jersey allowed him to finally breathe more easily.
"You okay?" Joao finally asked, eyes still trained on the preparation for the penalty attempt.
"I can still hear, so I guess I'm fine." Gavi replied, arms crossed over his chest but tone remaining light.
"Scars are sexy anyways." Pedri added, sending Gavi a suggestive look.
"Yeah, Van Gogh didn't get any bitches until that ear was gone." Joao's comment caught the Spanish boys off guard, causing them both to double over in laughter. Gavi gave him a playful elbow to the side as Pedri praised is comedy, and from the sidelines your relaxed slightly, watching your Pablo bond with his teammates. The penalty was brilliant and efficient, and after 15 minutes of you clenching Nicolas' arm and watching for a sprouting of red to emerge on Pablo's head, the final whistle sounded, and the boys approached the crowd to celebrate a hard-earned victory.
The players all shuffled into the tunnel, and Gavi quickly found you, walking with you off the field and placing a hand on the small of your back.
"I'm sorry, mi Doctora - I got blood on my kit." He said softly as the two of you walked through the tunnels, and you couldn't stop yourself from throwing both arms around him and kissing his soft pout. As you moved your arms away, you noticed the red droplets littering the light material of your staff uniform.
"It's okay, mi Pablito, looks like I did too. I can do you stitches at home, but blood is a biohazard, so we need to put this with the medical laundry before we leave."
The two of you walked to the locker room, walking into a closed area just behind that was used for medical exams.
"Can you turn around?" You asked, and he raised an eyebrow at you.
"What haven't I seen before?" He asked cheekily, and you rolled your eyes as you pushed his shoulders to make him face the wall. He peeled off his own stained shirt, toeing off his boots and rolling his socks down to relieve the pressure on his calves.
"Can I turn around now?" He asked almost mockingly, and after your agreement, he turned to face you, but meeting your back instead. It took him a moment to understand what was going on, opening his mouth to ask what was going on, but his eyes focused and the words died on his tongue. In bright white text, the saw his name curved around your shoulder blades, his number sitting perfectly in the dip of your back.
"You... my shirt?" He couldn't bring himself to articulate his question more clearly. You knew what he meant, looking over your shoulder, and Pablo was absolutely certain his brain was going to short circuit. It was like there was a halo of light surrounding you, your soft eyes behind beautiful fluttering lashes. Pink lips peaked from above your shoulder, your hair gathered to keep your back exposed. You were wearing his name. You were at work wearing his name, about to walk outside and proudly show off that you were Gavi's. And despite him saying it repeatedly, that was the moment it really clicked in his head. He had you. We were his.
And while he was lifting you up to kiss him, hands harsh on the soft fabric inscribed with his name, people were a step behind, speculating about you being Gavi's as well.
@88rizzing: ok i finally beat @/gaviraconcubine to it - look at these videos from gavis injury. is he holding the girl doctors hand??
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@bigbootybarca: ???? does it just hurt that bad or are they f*******
@alanaTV: yall he's literally getting his ear STAPLED let the man hold onto something
@marcusrashfussy: isnt this the one who ppl posted after the bdor? like the one who hugged gavi?
@gaviraconcubine: ok u got me w that one @/88rizzing but have you seen them walking into the tunnel with gavi on her waist???
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@88rizzing: are you fucking kidding me
@v1scab4rca: AYO??? GUYS ITS PABLO GAVIRIZZ
@4rmy-gyal-4: the bath is ready someone hand me the toaster
@arabianmadridi: at least hes not with the zionest god bless
@loonastansbrazil: @/88rizzing @/gaviraconcubine i got both of yall. i got this pic of them walking out of the stadium.
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The photo was one of the worst quality things on twitter. It was blurry and crooked and extremely zoomed in, but there was no doubt about the subject. Gavi was in his training shirt and his grass stained shorts, socks rolled down to his ankles and Nike slides taking the place of his usual dripped out sneakers. His head was turned to the left, his entire side profile visible. The smile that spread across his face was blinding even in the photo's limited pictures, and his fingers were threaded between those of another person. Your face was turned towards Gavi as well, distorted by your hair on your shoulder. But your back, turned squarely to the camera, was clear as Day with the large '6' contrasting the stripes. The internet was going wild at the thought that he young football star had bagged his doctor.
"Not to be the bearer of bad news, mi doctora," Pablo started, laying on your couch with his head on the pillow, injured ear in the air, "but Twitter found out that you're obsessed with me."
Your laugh was faint but audible, and your footsteps coming swiftly down Gavi's staircase. The sutures and other medications were in your hand, and you moved to sit on the couch, laying the pillow and Pablo's head across your lap.
"Well, took them long enough. I've been publicly thirsting over you forever now." You picked up your gloves and tweezers, about to begin the painstaking process of pulling out the staples so that you could drain his ear.
"Can I grab something before you start?" He said, and you paused midair. "Alright, but quickly. I don't want the numbing cream to wear off. I'm tired of you crying on the pillows."
"That was only one time!" He yelled over his shoulder, running up to his bedroom despite your please for him to not run in socks on the tile. He came back downstairs with a large book and a paper bag from the supermarket. He laid back down on your lap, snuggling his cheek into the pillow.
"Okay, I'm ready. Rip my ear open."
You pulled the first staple and watched for his reactions. of which there were very few. You took this as a sign to continue. As you pulled out the second staple, struggling not to tear his skin because it was wedged under the third, you asked.
"When did you start reading, Pablo?"
"Don't worry, it's a picture book." He giggled slightly and cracked open the book. On the first page, sprawled in boyish handwriting and black sharpie, was the title: My Precious Moments.
"What is this?"
"Keep working, mi doctora. I'll read it to you."
He hissed slightly as you pulled out the final staple, and you began the process of cleaning. He turned the first page, and you let out a laugh that surprised even yourself. The first page was your official school photo that Gavi had printed out, your wide smile and white coat looking crisp. He had surrounded your picture with red hearts, a thousand of them all over the page.
"This is Doctora y/n y/l/n," Pablo began reading, and you gently moved the iodine across his skin. "But we never call her that. We call her Mi doctora. She's the most wonderful beautiful sexy fantastic amazing girl, and she's dating you, her Pablito."
He turned the page as you threaded the nylon thread into the needle to begin closing him up. The next page was a collage of newspaper and magazine clippings of Gavi's best moments.
"This is you, footballer Pablo Gavi. Handsome, talented, and always a winner."
"You forgot humble, mi amor." You said with a smirk.
"Oh, you're right. I'll have to add that in later."
He flipped the page once again, and it was a copy of the photo you gave him for Christmas. Around it were several post it notes taped to the pages. They all said various things in Pablo's signature handwriting: 'doctora number - DO NOT LOSE!', 'see girl dr tmr morning for leg stuff', 'doctora coffee order', etc.
"This is you and doctora before she liked you. We definitely already liked her, but we're kind of stubborn."
"What are those? You asked while never taking your eyes off of them.
"They're all the notes I have about you. The ones that I kept around so I wouldn't forget."
You tried to keep the tears out of your eyes, needing one more stitch to be done with Pablo's ear. He turned the page again, and it was a collection of photos of the two of you from the Supercopa, with you and Gavi both holding onto the trophy.
"This is after doctora broke up with her crusty boyfriend. look at how happy everyone is!"
You laughed once again, having to put down the needle and just let out the joy, allowing it to take over your entire body. You picked up the stapler again, placing four quick staples in his ear as he flipped the page again. You pressed onto the newly patched ear, applying gentle pressure. The pages were filled with printed out photos: the sunset over the sea, a bush of bright pink flowers, a fluffy dog smiling widely. An array of beautiful, ordinary things.
"These are all the things we took pictures of while thinking about the doctora. The sun, the moon, bracelets on street stalls, dogs at the park, butterflies on the football field. All the beautiful things that you wanted to capture and give to her. You just didn't know why, yet."
You tapped his shoulder, indicating that he could sit up. He rested his back across the couch, lifting one arm to invite you to lay against his chest. Nuzzling into his side, your head rested against the dip connecting his shoulder to his collar. The next page was from the end of the league, all the stupid selfies the two of you had taken with the La Liga trophy.
"This is when doctora decided to stay in the club. We're so lucky that she decide to do that, because it gave us the time to grow some balls and confess to her. And also, your first La Liga win (in general and with this hottie)."
You kissed Pablo's cheek, whispering how amazing he was against his skin.
"Hold on, I'm about to get more amazing." He said, turning the page. It was only two pictures. The first was a picture of him on stage holding his Kopa trophy, smiling brightly at the crowd. The second was the one Pedri had took while you two were preoccupied with your first "I never want to let you go" kiss. The two of you were wrapped around each other, lips locked, and Pablo's trophy sitting in the bottom of the frame.
"This is the day that we finally became a man. You got a cute award, and you got the love of your life. And we better not be sitting over this and reading it because we fumbled her. Break your face before you fumble Doctora. She'll fix it for you."
The tears were flowing freely now, and you hugged closer against Gavi. You had never been treated so specially by anyone in your life. And here was Pablito, so busy and occupied with being a world class footballer taking the time to make a scrap book of you. He turned the page one more time, and it was a collection of selfies that you had taken with him at home, all cut into hearts and stick on haphazardly. But to you it was the most stunning sight in the world.
"And here you two are. In your favorite place in the world (at home on the couch) with your favorite person. In love in a way that would have made you nauseous last year. So here is a place for you to keep all the precious moments of the two of you, so that you can never forget how far you have come."
He placed the book in your hands, and moved to get up, grabbing the bag he brought down earlier. Your tear-stained cheeks were rosy, and you couldn't even begin to articulate how you felt. He sat back down, pulling you into his lap and cuddling you in his arms. His head was resting against your shoulder, peppering soft kisses to your neck.
"I know it's a little obvious now, mi doctora, but I love pictures. I don't think I ever realized how much pictures meant to me until you gave me one. But when I look at you, I wish I could photograph you every second and then play back every moment. I wish that we could be frozen in these moments, happy and feeling like there was nothing in the world besides each other. But then I realized that no matter the moment, that's how I feel. Every time I'm with you, I feel invincible. I feel like I'm at the happiest I will ever be. And it's all because of you. You are what I want beside me, forever."
He placed the supermarket bag in your hands. You reached in, pulling out a pale blue jewelry box. Your eyes widened, and you swiveled around to face your love.
"Pablo... is this... I look terrible."
"Don't worry, mi amor. It's not a ring. Not yet anyways. We can't get married while you're still in school, cause I don't want our wedding to overshadow your graduation."
"You've thought about a wedding? Our wedding?"
"Of course." He placed a long kiss to the side of your neck. "I've thought about our wedding since before we got together. We're going to get married in the summer, of course. So that we can be tan and gorgeous - not that you're not always gorgeous, but you'll just glow against the white. Like an angel. Or a princess. Or both. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but in my little fantasies before I go to sleep, you're in this long white dress, like something from Disney. And then it would be between seasons, so I can take you on a proper looong honeymoon. Four weeks in a private beach where you pack only bikinis and lingerie. Now come on open it - I got this weeks ago when we were in Madrid and you had to stay for an exam."
You opened the box slowly, not knowing what to hope for exactly. In front of you was a traditional Spanish necklace, almost resembling a rosary. It was silver and pearls chained together, ending in large silver heart with filigree etched into the metal. The lines formed into a cursive 'P' in the center.
"P for Pablo?" You asked with sniffles and tears.
"Yes of course. But that's not even the best part." He whispered, hands coming up to join yours. He grasped the heart and pulled until you heard a faint click, and it was only then that you noticed the hinges. It was a locket. You gently separated the halves, and staring back at you was a black and white photo. It was of you and Pablo, one night when you were laying on his couch like the two of you somehow always did. You were trying to fix yourself in your camera, and Pablo pulled your chin down to kiss you, and you hand snapped a picture. For a few weeks, it was his lock screen, and you had to admit you were disappointed when he changed it to a different photo. But now, seeing it here, feeling the gentle touch of his fingers against your skin as he placed the necklace on you, you had never felt more loved or in love.
"I love you, Pablo. I love being with you. I love being yours."
Those were the only words that felt appropriate at the moment.
"I love you more, mi doctora. I feel like I'm going to love you forever. And that thought used to terrify me. But now, it's something for me to look forward to. Waking up every day to love you."
He reached back into the back, pulling out a small suede pouch in the same light blue. He placed it in your hands as well.
"You're spoiling me now Pablo."
"That's my job."
Pulling the strings, you opened the pouch, reaching in and feeling metal. You pulled on the chain and it slowly rose, ending in a silver key. It was also engraved with the words 'el hogar' on the side.
"I know that we talked about you moving in, but I never want to make you uncomfortable. So for right now, this is just a necklace with a key as the charm." He hooked it around your neck, and it sat beautifully above your pearls. "And when you want, you can use it as a key to your boyfriend's house, for whatever you want really." He turned you to face him, pressing his lips right between your collar bones. "And when you feel like you're ready, it can be a key to our house."
"Our house. I like the sound of that."
His smile was infectious. "So do I."
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A/N:
And there it is!! Just Pretend, signed sealed and delivered for your pleasure! I am really happy with how this came out tbh, and hope you all enjoy. I have exams and school for the next two weeks so I might be MIA from writing, but I should be back soon. Please if you feel so inclined leave a comment, a reblog, or a message in my ask box about your thoughts/ feelings, and see y'all soon!
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Hi!!! I absolutely LOVE your work and I was wondering if you could write a fic with pablo in which they are at some sort of gathering with friends and the reader is playing with the kids because she just loves kids and they love her, & pablo and everyone else watches them?
Who Knows? -P.G6
Summary: Your fiancée loves watching you, little did you know what was he along with your family, thinking of
"¡Venga, que tú eres la princesa más linda!" (C'mon, you're the prettiest princess!) You say smiling at your fiancée's, Pablo; 6 year old cousin, Micaela
"But you're the queen of the kingdom!" You smile while you hear Jesús, Pablo's cousin, yell in excitement "And I'll marry you so I will be the king!"
"Not too sure about that, amigo" Pablo's voice came in as he finished his plate "She's my soon-to-be wife" You, yours and Pablo's family started to laugh at Gavi's bickering with his youngest relative
"Y/N, can you do my make up? Princess wear it to look prettier"
"You don't have the age to use make up yet baby, but you don't need it either way, you're the prettiest princess just the way you are, Nads" You said to your cousin, Nadia fixing her fairy wings before kissing her cheek
"Stop looking at her like you wanna get her pregnant right away" His sister said
"I kinda want to"
"Gosh, you're gross"
"Says the one who's five months pregnant!" He barks at Aurora softly and thankfully she laughed it off as his gaze went back to yours "She's so good with kids" He whispered softly
"She is" Your mom chimmed in taking away the dishes "She has always loved kids and kids love her" She whispers before kissing Pablo's hair and patting his shoulder
"You think I could be a good dad?" He asks worried "She's just so good, like she's natural"
"Parenting it's a thing that takes time, in fact, you never stop learning, you make mistake but you also do right decisions. And I bet the two of you will be amazing with both good and bad moments" Your mom says before smiling and leaving both siblings alone
"No, it fell!" Your voice brings Pablo back to you as he sees you and the kids surprised because of the fall of the lego tower
"You're truly in love with her" His aunt, says with a smile "And don't worry, she's too into you as well" Pablo smiled softly blushing
"But take it easy" His dad said, every eye looking at you and the kids playing "Enjoy your alone time, get married and enjoy it as well and when your time is right, there will be a Páez Y/L/N on the way and you'll be the greatest parents for them, hijo"
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We can take this as a PRE GENDER REVEAL, before Y/N and Pablito got married and everything, I think it could fit in the GR Universe😭 let me know if you think the same so I can link it as well with GR. I also know this is incredibly short but I hope you guys like it😭, please let me know if you like it in the comments or reblogs (with likes too), feedback is really really appreciated!
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his world
summary: when his first and only son is born Pablo couldn’t be more then happy.parings! gavi x fem! model reader! warnings. cute a/n. I was going to make this only one image but I decided to make it a series! because it needs a back story!this is totally different! the last part of this series is the image I was going to do! and this is only going to have two more of this series!
you just got out of child labor hours ago,you were sitting in the hospital bed admiring your boyfriend and your new born son,gavi was shirtless holding his son mateo in his arms doing skin to skin.your parents and your brothers were on their way over to the hospital and Pablo’s parents had just called to say that they were here and just looking for parking. “mateo your favorite auntie has arrived”aurora said opening the door revealing her boyfriend and her and Gavi’s parents.
you chuckled at her remark as everyone came into the room and gave you a hug and a kiss on the head, “your his only aunt for right now till my brother’s get wife’s”
“oh y/n baby how are you?” She asked “I’m good just tired and ready to go home” you said to aurora while you were looking at Pablo who paid no mind to his family,acting like him and Mateo were the only one in the room.
“Pablo hijo podemos cuidarlo?” belien asked (Pablo son can we cary him?) pablo looked at his parents,sister and her boyfriend he was kinda hesitant but gave in.
pablo have his mother mateo,as his mom grabbed the babby everyone went over and admire the first born grandson,son and nephew. pablo walked over to you grabbing your hand and kissing it.
“he’s perfect amor,thank you mi amor”he whispered in your ear you were about to respond till you heard a nock at the door revealing your parent’s,older brother’s and the fc barcelona team as well as the coach and wags.
“we brought company” your older brother alex said as the wags came running to your side. “y/n how are you feeling?”mikky asked “I’m okay I just can’t wait to get out of here and go back to work” you said. as soon as you said that every one looked at you nodding their heads “no no no amor stop thinking about work just in joy your time at home” Pablo said as everyone agreed “I know but I’m bored at home all day”
“hermana, no te preocupes, pronto volverás a trabajar”(Sister, don't worry, you'll be back to work soon)pedri said as your siblings parents and the rest hugged you and Pablo.
the whole day everyone was carying the babby,kinda scarying pablo,he just wanted to hold his little boy in his arms and never let him go he knew he sounded selfish but he didn’t care he was a new dad and all he wanted right now is to take his girlfriend and his new born son home.
when everyone left the doctor came in saying that you and Mateo were free to go home,as you were putting mateo in his car seat pablo couldn’t help but admire you and his son “you ready?”pablo asked “yeah”you replied tiredly as you closed the back door of the car holding your son’s little hand in one arm.
once you were home pablo was rocking mateo in his arms,and mateo was perfectly laying on his dad chest sleeping peacefully “oh mateo I promise I’m going to be the best dad in the whole world,I promise you because your my world just like your mom is”pablo whispered in mateos ear as she was asleep but smile once he heard his dad talking causing gavi to let out a chuckle.
lucky you were standing in the door frame hearing in the conversation not missing this beautiful moment between a father and son. “pablo amor put mateo down in his basket net and come and eat”you said as you went behind pablo hugging his waist.
“I don’t wanna leave him amor”he said “amor we have a babby monitor in our room so we’ll hear when he’s crying,or you can bring his basket net downstairs so he’ll be with us”you said he nodded with a smile handing you mateo as he brought his basket net down stairs.
the whole night gavi wouldn’t leave mateo’s side even when you were brest feeding him all gavi can do was stare at you both and admire the both of you.pablo even convinced you to let mateo sleep ontop of him. “but starting tomorrow we have to get into a routine”you said as gavi nodded in agreement.
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Clingy|| Pablo Gavi
Summary: In which there is a little misunderstanding.
Warnings: Cursing?
Genre: A little angst but fluff in the end❤️
Requested?: Yes/No
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She stood in the hallway, having just come home from a shopping spree with mikky and Katrine (frenkie and christensen's girls) as she heard three familiar voices. Her boyfriend and her two older brothers.
"No you don't understand, she's so fucking clingy, it's so annoying!" Gavi explained obviously irritated
"But she's not here any longer" Pedri replied trying too ease his friend.
"Luckily she's out now"
Her eyes stung with tears, how could he say that?
"I can't even go too the bathroom without her being there, she's following me everywhere I go"
The tears fell from her eyes. Yes sometimes she was in the bathroom with him but only cause she was there first and was doing her skincare while he was doing whatever he had too do.
"And don't get me started on the stupid fucking attention seeking, for fuck sakes she does everything too get attention" He groaned, making Pedri and fer laugh.
Did he not love her? Why was he saying this about her? She couldn't be that annoying could she? Even her own brothers was agreeing with him. The two that swore too love and protect her from the day she was born just betrayed her right on the spot.
How was she supposed too get her charger that was literally in the living room with them??? She didn't want too see them one bit, but she had too get her charger, her phone was at 10%!
She pulled the hood of her/his grey hoodie over her head. Her dark brown curly hair falling down.
She walked into the living room and saw the three boys sitting on the couch, the tv on in the background. They must've noticed her presence.
"Hi mi amor, did you have fun?" Gavi smiled, thinking she was going too sit down with them. Pedri and fer also said hi too their little sister.
"Hi, yeah, Uhm I'm just going too go to bed" She said when she saw the charger, she quickly grabbed it as Gavi began talking again
"This early?" Gavi questioned, obviously noticing something was off.
"It's like 7:54?" Pedri jumped in also noticing something was off with his little sister
"Yeah I'm pretty tiered, night" She said about too walk upstairs
"Come here amor" Gavi said, she slowly walked up too him. Gavi reached his hand up and put it on her forehead trying too feel if she was Ill.
"Are you sure you're feeling okey?" He asked taking his hand off her forehead not feeling anything.
"I'm sure" she confirmed.
"Okey, just tell me if you're not feeling well" Gavi said a bit concerned
"Yeah"
He motioned for her too bend down a little which she did, and he gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She felt her eyes becoming glossy.
"Night" she said leaving the three boys oddly confused. The three shared a look. Usually she would've at least given her two brothers a hug.
She just walked upstairs, and straight into their bedroom, she closed the door and let a sob escape.
She didn't even bother changing she just laid down on the bed pulling the duvet up too her chin.
The tears continued falling as more sobs escaped her mouth, being muffled by the pillow.
Meanwhile downstairs.
"Yeah we’ll leave so you can check on her" Pedri said getting up while Gavi nodded.
"Update me" fer said as the two left.
Gavi immediately locked the door and went straight upstairs. He quietly opened the bedroom door in case she actually was sleeping . He could immediately see her body shaking with sobs.
His heart broke seeing her like this.
He walked over too the bed.
"Mi princesa, what's wrong?" He asked sitting down on the side of the bed.
She turned around, exposing her tear stained cheeks.
"Aw mi amor come here" he leaned down pulling her into his arms.
"You're okey, shhh, it's all gonna be okay" He whispered.
"It hurts" She mumbled into his chest
"What hurts?"
She didn't answer because what really hurt was her heart. It was sort of an aching feeling.
“Anjo, who hurt you?" He asked her pulling her head out from his chest gently
"Was it something that happened when you were with your friends?" He knew he had too come with suggestions, she wasn't gonna say it straight out.
"Mh mh" she shook her head
"Was it after you came home?"
She nodded.
"What happened then princesa? Was it something I did?" He asked and she nodded.
"I'm not sure I did anything too upset you"
"Heard you" she mumbled
"Heard me?" He questioned confused.
"I'm too clingy" She mumbled.
"Clingy...?"
He thought for a second and quickly connected the dots together.
“oh mi amor, we weren't talking about you. Im sorry if it sounded like that, but I could never talk about you like that" "We were talking about coco" He explained softly. Coco was a cat they had too babysit for a few days
"You know how clingy she was"
She felt her cheeks heat up by embarrassment.
"Sorry-"
"No don't say sorry, I understand that it might've sounded like that, but I hope you know I would never talk about you like that. You don't have too be embarrassed or anything. I love you and would never talk about you like that"
"It just hurt because it was my brothers too, and it really sounded like you were talking about me" She bit her lip, an old habit she had.
"Not me nor your brothers, would talk about you like that, I hope you know that. We love you too much" he kissed her forehead making her smile a little.
He pulled her in closer if even possible.
"I love you mi princesita" he kissed her lips.
"I love you too" she mumbled into the kiss.
“You wanna watch something? We can continue watching that series you liked if you want too?” He questioned looking up into her beautiful brown eyes, the ones she hated but he loved.
She nodded her head at his suggestion. He turned on the tv in their room and held her in his arms as he found the show. Her head laid comfortably on his chest as his fingers ran through her soft, silky hair.
His soft touch made her sleepy, but she wanted too stay awake and watch the series so she fought too keep her eyes open.
“Go too sleep nena..we can finish it another time” He whispered kissing her head as she fell asleep peacefully in his arms
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gavi having intense back pain after all the matches he has to play and trying to hide how exhausted he is from reader and trying his best to put efforts in the relationship so he doesn’t hurt reader but reader realising and trying to comfort him both physically and mentally just a lot of fluff thank youuuu
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a/n : you guys are rlly sending in hella gavi reqs! 😭 but dw i will try to do as many as i can but i write for more players so pls don’t be shy to send a request! all the players i write for are in my pinned post or masterlist!
cw : miscommunication, fluffy asffff
pairing : pablo gavi x reader
wc : 1.1k
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the front door creaked open and your head perked up from the sofa. your boyfriend was home from his latest match. it wasn’t an important one so you stayed home and watched it on the tv.
barcelona won, and you had been waiting for him to come home. a smile spread across your face upon pablo’s return, but it fell when you saw his hunch and eyebrows knitted together in discomfort.
“hey baby.” he grunted out as he dropped his bag on the ground, kicked off his shoes, and tossed his keys onto the table near the door.
he walked slowly to you, trying to straighten his apparent hunch.
“what’s wrong, pablo? are you feeling okay?”
he finally made eye contact with you, his eyebrows softening at your concerned expression. “i’m feeling better than ever.” he smiled at you softly before approaching you on the couch.
you were genuinely concerned about his well-being since he was starting so many matches recently, but you let it go. if pablo was anything, he was dramatic. if he was hurt you would definitely know.
he shifted to sit next to your legs on the couch. he lowered himself with a pained grunt. that’s what concerned you. he sounded like he was fifty-six and had serious arthritis.
“oh my god- pablo..”
he sat himself down on the couch with a sigh, turning to you with a smile. “i missed you, y/n.”
he leaned forward to kiss you on the forehead.
“are you certain you’re okay? you look like you’re in pai-“
“don’t worry about me, okay, darling?” ignoring the question, he stretched his arm across your shoulders and diverted his attention to the tv in front of you.
you let it go again. he’s smart enough to know when something is wrong with him and not leave it in the air.
you thought.
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you both fell asleep on the couch watching whatever was on.
you woke up to the smell of popcorn and some bottles opening. squinting, you looked over into the bright kitchen. he had made a bowl of popcorn and was carrying drinks with him. he only had two hands, of course, but had wedged the drinks in the crease of his elbows, holding them to his side.
his tongue was stuck out slightly as he focused on not dropping anything. you giggled at his effort to not take two trips.
“what? work smarter, not harder” he joked as you made room for him on the couch.
he sat next to you and placed the food on the table in front of the couch. “why are you doing this, pablo? we need to eat dinner! and what about your diet? what- mmm!-“
he shut you up with a kiss.
“just wanted to spoil my favourite girl..”
he smiled and kissed you again, his hands raking into your hair. “i feel like there’s a catch.. you’re gonna do something ba- STOP”
pablo had completely switched up and started tickling you. he knelt and trapped you between his legs. he started tickling and pinching your sides. you couldn’t help but laugh, of course.
you were laughing so hard that it hurt. “pablo stop! serious- seriously stop it- ah!-“
he was also laughing as he continued annoying you, pinning you down with the weight of his body alone. you opened your eyes and saw him looking down at your waist, his hands still attacking your sides.
you twisted to the side in discomfort as he proceeded to tickle you. when you twisted, his body froze. he let out a groan and hissed as his back was caught in a weird position.
he stopped tickling you to fix his posture.
you took that opportunity to catch your breath before sitting up.
“pablo, what’s wrong? you look like you’ve been in pain all day! i’m seriously getting concerned.”
he looked up at you sheepishly. “nothings wrong, mi amor. i promise i’m fine, argh-“
he grunted as he tried to sit down, his hand flying to his back. he pressed down and gritted his teeth.
“okay, that’s enough. lay down.”
you got up from the couch and pointed to it, your expression stern.
“y/n, i’m fi-“
“lay. down.”
he bit his lip in defeat and lowered his body slowly onto the couch, stomach down. he rested his head on his hands and turned his head to the side to look at you.
“what happened, pablo?” you straddled his lower back and pulled up his thin shirt so you could see his back.
there were no visible injuries, but you could tell that he was tense and in pain.
“just… just tired. there’s so many matches and- ohh..”
pablo let out a long moan as you pushed your hands gently down onto his sore back. you moved your hands up and down the middle of his back, applying some pressure.
“my god! you’re so tense, baby..” you continued rubbing his back, listening to his groans and hisses. “this isn’t healthy. you need to talk to your coach.”
“i’m fine.. it’s just, a lot right now. once i get back into the groove of things- mmpgh, oh god-“
every time you pressed into one specific part of his mid back, he wouldn’t shut up. “does it hurt here?” you whispered, and he nodded against the fabric of the couch.
you smiled softly and continued kneading at his muscles. he hummed softly, his hums gradually getting less and less frequent as you continued massaging him. “does that feel better?”
he grinned into the couch and turned his head back to look at you. “so much better. thank you, mi amor.” he placed a grateful kiss on your lips and you giggled against his.
after pulling his shirt back down, you laid down on his back and wrapped your arms around him from under his armpits. “glad i could make you feel better, but you need to take a rest day, pablo.”
you reminded him sternly, and he looked down at the couch in defeat. “i think so too. i just don’t want to let the team down.”
your eyes widened at his words. this stubborn man was agreeing to what you were saying? pigs must be flying. and let the team down? he’s done everything but that.
“pablo, if you think you’re going to let the team down, you’re stupid. you’ve done nothing but help barcelona excel and you’re a huge asset to the squad. don’t beat yourself up over this.”
he sighed under you before turning to kiss your hand that was near his face. he smiled softly against your hand before whispering out.
“you’re right.”
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Sunburn- Pablo Gavi
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Summary: In Ibiza with Gavi
You and Gavi were with his friends on your holiday in Ibiza. You were the only girl there and sometimes would feel bad that you went there, even if your boyfriend kinda assured you that he wanted you there with him and that his friends wouldn't complain. It was true, his friends were so nice to you and everyone treated you like a princess, but you still sometimes felt..alone?
You would tell your boyfriend to stay with his friends and that you will be ok. Usually, he would say no and stay with you, but the times he would go with his friends, you felt lonely and bored. So bored.
You were reading a book when you saw Gavi wanting to go in the pool with his friends.
"Amor, did you put sunscreen on you?"
"No, it's not that hot outside, I will be ok"
"I really think you should put it on, especially on your shoulder and face" you told him concerning.
"He'll be ok, y/n!" one of his friends smiled at you, but still, you weren't sure if he would be ok after the day.
You took the sunscreen and went to him. When he saw you, he smiled at you. You put some cream on his face, the only thing that wasn't wet because of the water. He thanked you, and you returned to your book.
After hours of playing in the pool, the boys finally came out and when you saw your boyfriend red, you panicked.
"Amor! You are red! Does it hurt you?"
Now you were walking to him, but he put his hands on yours and told you that he doesn't feel anything at all. You weren't so sure about that, but still managed to convince him to put some afterburner cream on him after he showers.
Everyone now showered and waited for the two of you so that you could eat dinner and go to some party after.
Your boyfriend was in the shower, and you heard him groan. First, you thought something else until he called your name like a sob. You ran into the bathroom to see him with tears in his eyes. He looked so weird, and you couldn't not smile at how red he looked where he didn't have chlotes on.
"Don't laugh, amor!"
"What happened to you? Why did you call me?"
"It hurts to touch water"
You laughed at his explanation. He was burned and so hard!
You went closer to him and put your hand on his red chest.
"Ahh"
The boy was clearly in pain. You sighed and helped him shower. You put some cream on him that would help the skin to regenerate. He was crying, and you felt bad and decided to let your "I told you so" for another day.
"How will you dress, amorcito?" he asked you
You burrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"At the party. I think you should go with the black dress, it suits you so well"
You smiled at him.
"I'm not going anywhere "
"What! Why!? You wanted to go to this party for so long! You have to go!"
"I wanted to go to the party with you. You clearly can't go so I'm gonna stay with you!"
You said it proudly.
"No, no-"
"Yes, yes, now shut up and let me help you with this...redness" you said and both of you laughed.
You told the boys the reason you won't go, and they understood, making fun of Gavi for not listening to his girl.
You stayed with him, trying to help him relax. He was tearing everytime he touched something with his skin, and you were telling him compliments, trying to get him to sleep.
When you heard his breath slowed down, you smiled. You knew he can't sleep without you cuddling, so you touched his hand with yours so that you could feel eachother, without him being hurt. He took your hand closer to his chest, and you both fell asleep.
The next days were awful for your sweet boy, but he learned his lesson. Now, every time he would go to the beach or pool, he would put on sunscreen.
PUT SUNSCREEN, LOVES!
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Loyal - P.G
Pairing: Pablo Gavi x f! Reader
Warnings: SMUT! 18+ MINORS (DNI) mentions of dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, oral sex M!Receiving
Author note: 2nd partttt, y’all ask, y’all receive😋
“Prove it”
After anxiously waiting to hear his voice, a wave of soothing relief washed over you. Swiftly, you lowered his shorts and boxers, revealing his proudly standing erection. Gazing at him through your long lashes, you sensually descended upon his throbbing cock, eliciting a pleasurable hiss from his lips. "Just like that, baby," he whispered, gently guiding your mouth lower to encase his pulsating length. He tenderly grasped your head, enticing you to gradually sink down onto his shaft, savoring every blissful moment.
As he gazes ahead, he fights the urge to push himself into your mouth. Although you're finding it difficult to accommodate him completely, your deliberate pace only intensifies his desire. "Fuck" he murmurs, pulling over on a desolate road. "Move to the backseat now.” he insists, revealing that the small talk between you and Pedri is far from over.
As he settles on the back, you confidently straddle him, his cock growing more red with each passing minute. In a swift motion, you discard your thong and jeans somewhere in the car, wasting no time as you sensually begin to grind on top of him. The intimate connection between your folds and his dick brings you immense pleasure, causing you to throw your head back in sheer ecstasy.
It doesn't take long for him to gently grasp your face, his touch creating a tender pressure on your cheeks as he compels you to meet his gaze. "You're such a fucking whore" he whispers, As he guides his cock into you, you slowly start rocking your hips up and down. Eliciting a spontaneous moan from your lips. His hand firmly grips your ass, kneading it as he encourages you to pick up the pace.
As you draw closer to him, he finally starts working his magic, thrusting his hips into you, igniting a fiery sensation in your stomach. "Pedri can't fuck you like this, can he?" he asks, and you simply nod in response, unable to find your voice amidst the intense pleasure he's delivering. "use your words baby" he insists, groaning as he feels himself nearing climax.
"Fuck! No, Pedri can't fuck me like this!" you exclaim, repeating his words to fulfill his satisfaction. "Good girl, cum with me, y/n," he urges, as he thrusts into you one final time. Throwing your head back, you both ride out the waves of ecstasy, luxuriating in the aftermath.
You tenderly run your fingers through his hair, trying to catch your breath. "Are you still angry?" you inquire, in a relaxed tone. He simply shrugs, flashing you a small smile. "Maybe? Maybe not? Perhaps another round will determine my mood," he teases, causing you to playfully hit his chest and groan in response.
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