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pavardscherie · 1 year

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― what i deserve ;; pablo gavi & pedri gonzalez ;; part one

⤷ pairing: pablo gavi x f!reader ;; pedri gonzalez x f!reader ⤷ summary: your relationship with gavi ended after he cheated on you. time has passed, pedri always checked up on you with small messages until he invited you to one of the home games. somewhere between losing your heart to pedri; gavi still attempts to get you back. ⤷ warnings: curse words ;; injuries ;; mentions of blood ;; hand around throat ;; explicit sex scenes ;; asshole!gavi ;; cheating ;; violence in fights ;; spanking ;; dom & sub ;; dirty talk ;; teasing ;; very deep feelings & conversations ;; slight triangle thing but not most of the time ;; second chances kinda ;; friends to lovers ;; not proofread & probably horrible written kiss scenes lol ⤷ izzy's notes: first part here we go! it took me so long tbh, but like, i swear i got distracted by pedri (& reading other's imagines about pedri lol). tell me what you think if you want!

Seven Months passed. Multiple calls turned into none. Messages vanished from your lockscreen, and for the first time, when you stared down at your phone, it seemed more like a blessing than torture. The reminders of an unhealthy relationship rested in the back of your mind, stopping the painful memories of being cheated on to resurface.

It’s been almost a month since you found yourself, enjoying casual football games again. Raised by a very determined father, who cheered from the couch or in the middle of the fans for his favorite club, he passed his knowledge to you before he became the beautiful picture in the settling sun.

Avoiding Camp Nou to increase the distance between you and your former boyfriend, the stadium pulled you back one day. It all started with a call, you never expected to receive. On the other side of the line, waited a nervous Pedri with an invitation to one of his home games. After the awful break up with Gavi, the friendship between you and his best friend crumbled quickly.

At least, once in a while, you received a short text message, asking about your well-being but after answering, you never received another. The game of two messages in a month lasted until the surprising call reached you and suddenly, Pedri found himself in your inbox almost each day.

And somehow, even after declining his invitation multiple times in a row, you ended up in the secluded section of the stands, reserved for family members and people close to the players. It was new to you to be treated like a special addition in someone’s life as Gavi never offered you such a seat.

Your little flag draped over the bouncing legs, the anxiety had you trembling. An empty stomach caused your chest to tighten, as your eyes skimmed across the still empty pitch. It would be the first time of seeing Gavi again, after checking his latest social media posts once in a while. Snapchat let you in on the multiple parties he visited over the past months; in each picture another girl with high hopes of feeling his undivided love wrapped around his biceps. It was pathetic in many ways, especially that you still shed a tear while staring at the photo, and compared yourself to the different types of women.

Gavi never really had a particular type. He just enjoyed the thought of having too many gush about him.

Loud music boomed through the stadium, the announcer’s voice mixed with the beat as he welcomed the fans of both teams. After a quick speech about the upcoming match, the team was shown on the large four screen on each side of Camp Nou.

Fans shouted the last names of the players, some louder and some swallowed by the warm air of the early summer day until two faces appeared. Number Thirty, Gavi. His face appeared on the screen, the pillow-like lips without a curl and the arms crossed. He still looked like the guy, you met over a year ago.

Yet, the fans were equally excited when Pedri’s number was shown. Black hair carefully brushed down, the ends of his strands scattered across the forehead and the arms crossed like Gavi had before.

Eyes glued to the screen in front of you, you paid no attention to the players, running onto the pitch in their pre-match jackets and warming up for exhausting ninety minutes without additional time. Discomfort replaced the emptiness, and you suddenly wanted nothing more than to stand up, and run out of Camp Nou — away from the upcoming confrontation, and seeing Gavi question Pedri’s intentions.

Nervously, your trembling fingers brushed the loose strands of hair out of the face, attempting to forget about the little voice in the back of your head — shouting at you to run as fast as you could. You were close to the field, almost too close for your liking as it seemed so easy to notice your attendance.

Maybe it was a mistake to show up; even after Pedri’s words turned into a sweet begging. You should have declined his attempts, should have watched the match from home and switching channels quickly when Gavi appeared on the screen. Same routine as the past year.

“I thought you would dodge.” A familiar, gentle voice demanded your attention, the source standing right in front of the stands. Your head snapped around, almost quick enough to tear a muscle, as you were faced with Pedri. A ball tightly in one hand, his lips curled into a sweet smile. Black strands styled upwards on the front, dressed in the Barcelona kit and a pre-match jacket, his eyes glued on you.

“I accepted; how could I dodge then?” Your elbow propped up on your knee to stop the nervous bouncing of your leg, you placed your chin in your palm. “I’m not that mean.” Emphasizing the the second to last word, Pedri’s head dipped down, and chuckled mildly.

“I can’t judge that, it’s been a while.” The ball rolled out of his grip and bounced on the grass until being trapped underneath the studs of his football shoes. “I didn’t tell him, you’re here. He doesn’t really deserve to know about your presence.”

Pedri was Gavi’s best friend, they shared secrets with each other and even trained out of the club together. Through your relationship, you became close friends with Pedri as well. And you were thankful for it, as he forced Gavi into telling you how he messed up that one night. If it wasn’t for Pedri, you still would be trapped in a very toxic relationship with a man, who used your trust for nightly adventures.

“Thank you.” You mouthed, this time letting the small smile tugging on the corners of your mouth break through. “Score a goal for me, yeah?”

Pedri raised a bushy eyebrow, surprised by what you demanded from him after losing contact for way too long. Yet, nothing has changed, you were still irresistible in each possible way for him. Turning away from you to dribble towards the teammates, Pedri glanced over his shoulder for a second time and raised his hand to show you a simple thumbs up. Enough of an answer for the question, as the midfielder found his way to his partner in crime on and off the pitch.

The game was in the hands of Barcelona, holding the ball in their possession the longest, and playing in the half of the enemy team. Close to scoring the lead goal, they stood in the twenty-ninth minute when a particular, harsh foul coaxed a gasp out of your mouth. A frustrated defensive player from Villareal decided to slide-tackle Pedri, the studs on his shoes hitting the ankle of the midfielder with full force instead of the rolling ball.

With a loud scream, filled with pain, Pedri fell to the ground, clutching his ankle between both hands. Pain twisted in his expression, and you jumped up from the seat, throwing your hands in the air. Camp Nou was filled with Barcelona supporters who booed and shouted insults through the stands.

Pedri was the last friend you had left, the last person that actually attempted to ask about your well-being even if he never answered another message until writing again. Seeing him, crumbled, laying on the ground, triggered the bubbled-up anger inside of you.

"Idiots!" You suddenly shouted; the insult rolled off your tongue quicker than you were able to process in your head. The medical team hurried across the field, pushing the Barcelona players out of the way to take a closer look at the ankle. While your eyes glistened with worry, they drifted from the ground to another person, ruffling the hands nervously through the hair and staring down at his best friend. Gavi.

Delicate palms pressed against the cold, silver bars which were used as a railing, you stared at the horrific incident, and how the medical's started to help Pedri off the field. But the midfielder's mind changed with the first steps, shaking his head and hands to explain that he belonged on the pitch; and wanted to stay. The referee behind them, blew his whistle, pointing his fingers annoyed at the watch around his wrist. Waving him off, Pedri hobbled off the field and the game continued quickly. At least three minutes have passed, if not longer, and it would be added at the end of the first half.

Still leaning across the railing, you tried to steal a glance at the coaching bench to see if Pedri was truly doing better, or playing the tough guy while his ankle swelled in a deep navy blue and wine purple. The medical team focused completely on the midfielder, inspecting how harsh the contact was and how strong the pain was. Losing Pedri in the midfield position would be a devastating start into the game.

The match continued, with Barcelona forced to play with one man less; and the opponents immediately tried to use the fact to their advantage. You couldn’t find a second to glance away from the painful twist on Pedri’s face. Eyes squeezed close, the bottom lip assaulted by his teeth as the medic’s pressed their fingers deeply against different spot around his ankle.

Minutes passed, and Xavi decided a substitute for the struggling Pedri was needed on the pitch. Displeased by the quick exchange, he rolled his eyes but swallowed the unattractive curse words which wanted to escape his mouth. Cheerful sounds rang in your ears, the fans around you jumping to their feet with the arms stretched into the warm spring air. Lewandowski once again scored a goal for Barcelona; with an assist from none other than number thirty. Gavi, who ran over to the much taller man, jumping straight on his back for a piggyback ride.

Pedri clapped his hands from the sideline, still seated in the grass while a bandage was wrapped around the swollen ankle; a thick pack of ice hidden between the layers. While the team hugged, and congratulated Robert for another perfect lead goal, Gavi jogged along the sideline towards his best friend for their very own celebration. Head tilted to the side, acknowledging the different aged females that screamed his name in a high-pitched, loud voice, with a wave and a smile.

But the curve of his mouth dropped, when his gaze drifted through the front row of the stands, bathing in the applause; and suddenly, drawn in by your presence.

A black, woolen jacket over the shoulders, the sleeves in your delicate palms. Underneath the thin material of a cardigan was a tight-cropped shirt, showing a small line of exposed skin until the charcoal-colored cargo pants perfected the chosen outfit. Hair, partly in a messy bun, the loose strands falling freely over your shoulders.

An appearance that reminded him of the first nights, you spent together. You were never a person for the tight dresses, or the overusing of makeup, and the confessions immediately drew Gavi in. But this time, your worried gaze wasn’t focused on him, you were staring at the injured man next to the coach’s bench. Concern twisted your features, eyebrows pulled down in a frown when Pedri winced as the ice bag was pressed tighter against the purple marks.

You visited Camp Nou for Pedri; for Gavi’s best friend. Unfortunately, the thought of seeing his mate touch you, kiss you, or even more, bothered him. A sudden wave of jealousy overcame Pablo, turning away from the sidelines as the referee blew the whistle for the third time, and already rummaged through the little pocket on the front of his polo shirt.

Trembling fingers brushed through the damp, chestnut strands as Gavi received the first booking of the night. And all he had left as an answer, was a subtle shrug of his shoulders instead of throwing a fit. He did not understand the sudden, unknown pinches in his heavy-breathing chest, or the reason behind the drifting gaze of his eyes to see if you were still in the stands and not already by Pedri's side.

A trail of thoughts, seeing you with his best friend entangled, bothered his mind and increased the difficulty of focusing solely on the last minutes of the first half. In seconds, he remembered the scent you carried around like a shield of protection, a fruity mixture of raspberries and vanilla. It was never a perfume like he assumed in the beginning, it was just a tube of shower gel. Those memories never bothered his concentration before, all it needed to remind him, was a glance at your face.

The referee blew the whistle once more, ending the first half of the match with a leading goal for Barcelona. And it did not take you longer than a minute to find a way out of the stands and to the catacombs. Your face was a familiar one, the security guards were still the same from the time you were by Gavi's side. An advantage for you, as they casually nodded their heads and let you through to the entrance of the tunnels. Brushing the thin strands out of the face while jogging down the corridor, the hem of your sleeves tightly between the delicate palm and soft fingertips.

Anxiety burst through your body in irregular waves when you reached the entrance to the pitch. Greeted by multiple familiar faces, your unfocused gaze drifted through the crowd, trying to find the injured midfielder. "How ironic." The rough voice twisted your stomach, the all-too-familiar melody, you once loved to listen to for more than six months. Stopping in your tracks, like the soles of your shoes were rooted to the tiled floor, you swallowed the breath you held without notice. Before you had a chance to find Pedri, and assure yourself that the concern was deeply unnecessary, Gavi found your worked-up self. „Can‘t stay away from me, huh?“

Arrogance infiltrated Pablo‘s voice, showing off the admiration he received over the past months as a shield and a new part of his personality. Confidence always lingered in his body, but the way he spoke, wasn’t similar to what you remembered. Teeth gritted, the anger bubbled in the pit of your stomachs. Anger twisted your insides, tainted your gentle heart and attempted to push you into a blinded rage. Accusing him of what he has done, how easily he played with your heart and tossed you away, but the worse part was the way, he tore your soul apart with his lies and words. Delicate fingers clenched into tight fists, the manicured nail dug into the sensitive skin of your palms.

Little needles pierced your heart, and the pain tightened your chest. You wanted to scream at him, make a fool out of yourself in the middle of the faces, you became all too familiar with. Turning around to face the arrogant curve of his mouth, Gavi stood against the wall. Studs against the stones, arms crossed over the Barcelona Jersey with the number thirty and his name. Chestnut strands in a devilish mess, thick hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead but the curl of his lips, the smugness written in the corners was the only part of him, you were able to focus on. It did not matter how attractive he was in any situation, the actions he did turned him into an ugly person for you. "Hermanito, she's not here for you. I invited her to the game." Pedri's gentle voice echoed through the corridor, capturing the attention of the two ex-lovers. Gavi rolled his eyes, tilting the head to the side while yours snapped in the direction of the entrance to the pitch at the first tone.

One arm draped over the shoulders of a medic, Pedri was carried inside on one foot. Your heart hammered against your ribcage, he was still in pain, but he did not intend to show an ounce of it. Pedri's gaze drifted away from the glimpse of annoyance in Gavi's expression, and to your face. Gentle features twisted by emotions, anger, and confusion, but also concern overshadowed the pureness.

„Are you okay?“ Carefully, you took a step towards the injured player, who assured the medic‘s that he was fine enough to walk further on his own. „That looked harsh, is it broken? I hope not.“ You rambled on between questions and expressing your concern as the distance closed between the two of you, and Pedri stepped into your little personal bubble.

Gavi‘s existence was not acknowledged by you anymore, the groan that slipped past his lips swallowed by the thick air in the catacombs. "No, it's swollen but it's nothing too serious. I'm benched for the rest of the game though."

"At least, it's nothing too bad! I almost jumped off the stands after hearing your scream." The words she attempted to hold inside, spilled out of her mouth, and admitted the intense moments of concern she went through. "Don't worry, again." Pedri chuckled, waving the worry away with his hand. "But it's flattering to know that you declined my invitation way too many times, just to sit in the stands weeks later and jump out of your seat because I got tackled.” While Pedri did not leave a second to spare to share a flirtatious comment with you, Gavi swallowed the heavy mixture of breath and oxygen. A lump in the throat, the need to leave the hallways indescribable but his hooded eyes were glued to the scene. Curiosity forced him to stay in his place, curiosity about how far the encounter would evolve.

„Well..“ You trailed off, swaying from your weight from the left to the right while deciding what words to say. „You’re my friend.“ A gentle smile plastered over your face as the answer slipped out so easily. But what you didn’t see, was the little flinch in Pedri‘s proud posture, the way he almost considered taking a step back and leaving your personal bubble again after hearing the word friend. For him, you were always irresistible, he never understood how his best friend chose hundreds of others when the perfect example of a caring girlfriend was right in front of him.

But the scene, the awkwardness that unfolded between the two of you caused a loud laugh to slip out of Gavi‘s mouth. Suddenly, he was relieved that he stayed to witness how you called him a friend with such ease. “All that work for being pushed into the friend zone again.“ He clapped his hands together, pushing himself off the wall to walk towards the changing rooms. „Maybe, she‘s still too much into me, hermanito.“ Pablo disappeared, including himself in the round of multiple conversations between his teammates. Thoughts vanished when you confessed Pedri was just another friend; leaving you alone with him in the corridor suddenly did not bother Gavi anymore. Satisfied by your words, satisfied to see that you just could not move on from what he gave you, plastered a wide smirk across his face. At least Pablo told himself that you weren’t able to leave him in the past to smooth his growing ego. Glimpses of confidence and pride written over the curl of his mouth.

"Maybe, you can watch the second half from the stands with me?" You fiddled with the ties on your cargo pants, avoiding as much eye contact as possible. Gavi's words triggered another wave of pure anger, and it was difficult to decide if calling Pedri a friend was the wrong or a good choice. "Just you know, if your coach allows it." Shrugging the shoulders, asking such a question felt oddly weird. And waiting for an answer gave rise to your nervousness.

"I have to change first, then there shouldn't be a reason not to be able to." Asking for his company in the stands, with the almost invisible watermelon-pink tint across the span of your cheeks, allowed another spark of hope to ignite in Pedri's stomach.

Taking a liking to his best mate's ex-girlfriend wasn't the greatest move, but Pablo knew the best, that Pedri fancied you for much longer than he actually said. With a quick nod, the injured midfielder stumbled into the changing room and immediately received a warm welcome, and questions about his foot from his teammates. Except for his best friend, Gavi stayed in the corner of the room, drowning a bottle of water while his intense glare never left Pedri's smiling face. And the number thirty of the Barcelona Football Club was the first to leave the locker room again, leaving behind a confused Balde, and stumbling straight into your gaze again.

Somehow, his features moved on their own. Furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth lifted, much to your dismay. “You could have done anything.” Gavi pointed a single finger at you, closing the distance with slow steps. The woolen cardigan suddenly felt too warm, too tight wrapped around your numb limbs at the sight. For months, you avoided social media, the news and even football as a whole to not come in contact with regret. Remorse for not answering his incoming text messages about spending time together again, the multiple question marks that filled your inbox and even worse, the filthy words he sent without hesitation, which your body accepted and reacted to way too quickly. “And yet, you chose my best friend as a reasonable excuse to watch me again.”

Shaking your head to answer his words without having to use your trembling voice, defending the leftovers of your pride, you failed ultimately when Gavi caged you between his sweaty body and the cold brick wall. Calloused palm placed beside your head, he used his free one to let his warm fingertips dance over the span of your cheeks. “Still so beautiful, even after I ruined you so many times.” The whispers triggered the memories, the moments you locked away in your mind — yet, not deeply enough for Gavi to easily access them.

Nights, you spent at his newly bought house. Wrapped tightly in the comfort of the black blanket, his naked chest pressed against your bare, arched back. Rough fingertips dug into the sensitive skin around your throat, pressing your windpipe barely together. It was never meant to hurt you, the ecstasy was his greatest reason. His hips snapped against your ass, diving deeper into the warmth of your walls. Moans filled the in darkness drowned bedroom, the dim light of the moon illuminating the side of your face. Lids fluttered close, just like those nights when Gavi was in the mood to ruin you.

But he chuckled, nonchalantly and pulled your mind out of the daydream that played like a movie in front of your closed eyes. Forcing the lids open, your pupils dilated in slight shock. Months of preparation weren’t enough to decline Gavi any access to your mind. But what was worse was the rapid pace of your heartbeat or the painful hammering against your rib cage that he was able to feel. The hand on your cheek started to travel south, fingertips caressed along your jaw, over the side of your throat, and towards your chest. Palm softly pressed against the material of your shirt, fitting perfectly between your breasts, his lips curled upwards in satisfaction when your heart boomed against his sprawled-out hand. „Still the same reaction and yet, you think Pedri could offer you what I‘ve given you.“ Head tilted to your height, just a couple of centimeters smaller than him, his warm breath fanned over your glossy lips

"Tell me that you're still mine, carino." Gavi muttered into the thin air that was caught between your mouth and his. Shaking your head with the last bit of willpower, and the unsettling feeling of shame in the pit of your stomach as he played his little mind games with you, your lips brushed over his repeatedly but never closed the gap. „You ruined me one too many times, darling.“ You hissed, wiggling yourself out of his trap and stepping to the side as the door to the locker room opened, and multiple players walked outside. It was the last piece of self-confidence that slipped out of your mouth and defended your honor. Mistakes were made, repeated way too often and kept as long-term secrets throughout the relationships. Gavi's disrespect to you as a woman was enough to turn him into an unattractive person. Yet, you questioned yourself if the sentence you spoke, wasn't too harsh.

Suddenly, your shoes became an interesting view to avoid Gavi's lingering gaze and the quick glances of the passing players. But Pedri's appearance went by unnoticed, his white sneakers the first thing you see. Taking in his body, the left hem of his cargo pants settled underneath his knee to decrease the pressure on the swollen ankle, the charcoal color an extravagant sight on his tanned skin. Paired with a hoodie, he adjusted the pieces of clothing to the warm weather, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. A small black bag underneath his arm, keeping the most important essentials like his phone, and money inside of it. "You look a little flushed." Pedri used one of his hands to show with his long fingers the strawberry red tint across your cheeks, on his own face. Unfortunately, his words did not help to calm down your irregular breathing, or the intense pounding in your chest.

Any second longer at Camp Nou spread the discomfort in your body, shifting the weight from your left foot to the right to overshadow how much you trembled from the minutes with Gavi alone. Telling Pedri about his best friends' assault on his former lover would be absurd, after all, he was just a piece between Pablo and you. A friend for the two of you, but quietly cheering for your side. Clothes, way too tightly wrapped around your heavy limbs. Pedri's gentle face, radiating too much for your comfort.

"I think, I might just skip." You muttered, tilting the head to the side to avoid witnessing how the disappointment and the surprise twisted Pedri's features. Guilt bubbled in the pit of your stomach, inviting the midfielder first and then immediately taking back your words, and wanting to leave the stadium. Just in the span of five minutes, the glimpse of hope in Pedri's body vanished. Your sudden confession was a surprise to him, already attempting to find the mistakes he made that caused any discomfort to your figure. But the search never found a reasonable result. "Oh, I can sit at the coach's bench if you don't want to watch the game with me, it's fine." Pedri suggested immediately, trying to take the blame for the ways she felt without knowing what kind of emotions mixed in the pit of her stomach. "What?" You reacted quickly, the question tumbling out of your mouth as your eyebrows rose in confusion. Just for a simple second, you were clueless why he offered such a proposition but it hit you quickly.

"You said, you want to skip." Pedri's calloused palm placed over his neck, the fingertips scratching over the small hair and tanned skin. "I guess, you meant watching the game with me."

"Oh my gosh." You facepalmed yourself, letting your soft hand caress over you face. Strawberry red tint spread further across your cheeks and the bridge of your nose, showcasing a sign of shame. "I didn't mean watching the game together, it was more about the entire second half. I think I will skip the rest of the game, I don't really feel prepared enough to watch Pablo longer than needed after his rude interruption." Palm pressed to your flushed cheek, your tried to hide the hues of bright crimson red tainting your smooth skin.

“Oh.” Pedri chuckled, a very calm and light-hearted sound as the relief washed over him. “Understood. He can be a real pain in the ass.” Since Gavi transferred to Barcelona Football Club underaged, and him and Pedri became best mates. Driving as the passenger of the midfielder’s forest green mini became a ritual, the fans always knowing if they saw Pedri’s car, Gavi wouldn’t be way too far. “I really hope you don’t mind. Maybe next time, the circumstances are better.” You almost apologized for looking after yourself once again, offering Pedri a gentle smile as you turned around to leave the cursed corridors of Camp Nou.

“I can drive you home.” Pedri was quick with his suggestion, taking a step forward to wrap his long fingers around your wrist and stop the distance from growing. The little contact; just the way his warm fingertips carefully pressed against your pulsating veins, caused another blush to creep its way across the span of your cheeks and increase the heat that already put your body on flames.

Like the watermelon pink attempted to tell you that the ignited fire wasn't a usual feeling. Admiration resurfaced, the slight crush you had on the midfielder before Gavi asked you out prominent in the way your face twisted. Letting the sensation linger, the warmth spread over your skin, you tried to tug your arm away from his embrace. Instead of another attempt to convince you of his offer, Pedri's finger loosened, your limb slipping out of his grip and out of reach, without taking a step forward. "Only if you feel comfortable enough to share a car with me." Pedro added to his suggestion, witnessing how your body language changed. Muscles tensed with his touch, your voice barely audible as your heavy breaths overshadowed the words. And for merely a moment, Pedri questioned the way he almost tried to persuade you into spending time with him — even if it was just a lame car ride.

Delicate and soft palms wiped over your face, probably ruining the layers of make up you covered your blemished skin with. Choosing Pedri’s company could be a chance to feel a moment of mild comfort again. After all, he cared enough for your well-being to ask many, many times. Even when you decided not to answer the first text messages because you thought Gavi would be the reason behind the sudden interest. But it wasn’t, it has never been. “Sure, it’s better than being alone right now.” You accepted with hesitation as your mind traveled through the worst-case scenarios. While you walked through the corridors towards the parking lot where the signature green mini waited, you heard how the fans chanted Gavi’s name like a beautiful melody as another goal extended the lead. Another ball hitting the back of the net, another time number thirty scored for Barcelona.

Bathing in the applause, the attention and how needy the girls at the front of the stands tried to reach out, Gavi smiled at the cameras. The curl of his mouth plastered across his face, the burst of happiness faded when the drifting gaze of his deep hazelnut orbs didn’t find your face in the crowd. Empty seats in the secluded section, his head snapped to the coach’s bench to find Pedri. But his best mate was missing too.

Unfortunately, the realization and the negative thoughts forced Gavi into a wave of blinded rage. He knew immediately, he would leave the pitch with another booking — just no one knew if it would be a simple yellow as usual, or a deeply crimson red one.

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gabigabigabby · 1 year

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leo messi's daughter | p. gavi

pablo gavi x messi!reader

a/n: yes im aware many people have done this but this plot is way too adorable for me to not write! also who else is gonna miss messi in psg? bc same 🙋🏼‍♀️

synopsis: gavi didn't really piece together that your dad is former barça player lionel messi... until he flew to paris to attend your birthday party.

content/warnings: awkwardness, very fluffy, leo being a menace and teasing pabs all the time. google translated spanish. lmk if i missed out anything

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18. you didn't think you'd make it this far, let alone celebrate it in the city of love. you didn't think you'd start living in paris either. your initial plan was to live with your parents and little rat brothers until the day dad sends you off to your forever man. although, knowing your father, you probably won't even need to think about that day happening anytime soon.

ciro runs to you, hugging your legs since that's how tall he is. "feliz cumple, vieja!" [happy birthday, old lady!]

"who are you calling vieja?" you play along. "gracias, pollito." [thanks, little chicken.]

"is he coming, linda?" antonela approaches you, picking ciro up and propping him on her hip. "don't want him bailing out on you on your special day."

"nothing to worry about, mamá," you reassure. "trust." antonela smiles at you, before hearing a ruckus happening twenty feet from where you, mom and ciro stood.

"that must be your papá and brother playing football again," antonela groans. "i told them not to play ball out in that field." you offer to take ciro with you as you let your mother yell at your father and mateo.

thiago walks into the ballroom, heading straight for you and ciro. "is hermano pablo coming?" thiago asks you quietly, acknowledging how the ballroom echoes even with the lowest of voices.

"he told me he will be." you answer. your doubtful voice had pushed ciro to drape his arms over your shoulders.

"it's okay if he doesn't, hermana. nosotros estamos aquí para ti." ciro smiles, knowing you as well as both your parents can't resist to stay mad after seeing that smile. [we're here for you.]

"te quiero mucho, mi pollito." you bump heads with ciro before realising the presence of two figures at the front doors of the hall. [i love you so much, my little chicken.]

"pablo!" it was him. and pedri. he asked you if he could bring a plus-one.

"but i am your plus-one." you had told him.

"yeah, but it's your party." gavi answered.

"wait, what?"

"i dunno. can i bring pedri or not?"

"esta bien, lo que sea." you gave up. [fine, whatever.]

"te dije que vendría." gavi smiles, wrapping his arms around you and ciro. [told you i was coming.]

you introduce ciro to pablo, your youngest brother only waving shyly at him, only having met him twice. thiago was quick to throw his arms around gavi's waist. "ah, on the dot." you say, noticing your parents and mateo walk into the hall, all nice and ready for the party.

"what do you mean?" pablo questions.

"mamá, papá, mateo, this is my boyfriend, pablo. and pedri." you introduce. your hand coils itself around gavi's bicep.

"ah, sí. pedri, como estas?" he and pedri shake hands, exchanging niceties before he moves on to pablo. "y este es pablo de barcelona?" lionel asks, his head tilted to his right. [ah, yes. pedri, how are you doing? and this is pablo from barcelona?]

"sí," you say, seeing your friends start gathering by the front door of the hall. you choose to take ciro with you to greet your friends, so you walk away from pablo. stopping next to your dad, you tell him, "se bueno, papi. he's just pablo, and you're... el mejor del mundo." [yes. be nice, daddy. he's just pablo, and you're... the best in the world.]

leo only shoos you off to greet your friends before taking a deep breath. "pablo." he calls for your boyfriend, whose eyes have drifted to you as he watched you walk away from him.

"yes, sir?" gavi stands straighter than usual.

"como te va en barcelona? ¿xavi te trata bien?" leo asks, making conversation with him as antonela, thiago and mateo lead pedri away to the buffet spread. [how are you doing at barcelona? xavi treating you well?]

"i'm getting better, mr. messi." gavi nods his head slightly, hands together in front of him. he's smiling his best smile. he really wants to impress your father.

"deja eso. llámame leo," he waves gavi off, a smile — slowly but surely — appearing on his face. gavi can only chuckle at the acknowledgment. "sentémonos, el espectáculo está a punto de comenzar." [quit that. call me leo. let's get seated, show's about to start.]

once everyone is seated, your uncle, antonela's brother, begins the ceremony. you sat in between leo and pablo. act one; first daddy-daughter dance. "¿pueden la princesa y papá dar un paso al frente para el primer baile?" [can the princess and dad please step forward for the first dance?]

leo presents you his hand, nodding towards the dance floor. "ready, mija?"

you nod your head, taking dad's hand before trailing behind him to the centre of the hall. you instinctively pan your eyes to pablo, who sat next to your mother. he looks at you with great admiration, before putting both his thumbs up and grinning.

the music begins to play and you lean against your father, coiling your arms around his waist. "gracias por todo, papá." [thanks for everything, dad.]

"no," leo shakes his head. "gracias por todo, hermosa. has cambiado mi vida para siempre el día que naciste. dios me ha dado la hija mas grande que podría tener." [no, thank you for everything, beautiful. you have changed my life forever the day you were born. god has given me the greatest daughter i could possibly have.]

you couldn't stop your eyes from filling up with tears as you listen to your father's intimate speech. "gracias por cuidar a tus hermanos como lo haces. eres más que una mujer. eres un monstruo. un monstruo en la cancha, un muñeca fuera." [thank you for taking care of your brothers the way you do. you're more than just a woman. you're a monster. a monster on the pitch, a doll off.]

"me acabas de llamar monstruo?" you scoff on leo's shoulder. [did you just call me a monster?]

"quise decir eso amablemente!" leo laughs. [i meant that nicely!]

you thank your dad, and you dance in silence. you were grateful to have leo in your life. he was your rock, and he always will be. when the music finally ends, you allow your cheek to tear away from leo's shoulder. leo smiles at you as your uncle speaks again.

"pablo? tu turno." your uncle nods at pablo, who gets on his feet immediately as leo turns to make eye contact with him. [pablo? your turn.]

you wait for pablo on the dance floor. you let your head hang low as you wait, because pablo could make you blush by just walking over to you. "estas lista, querida?" boom, you're blushing. [you ready, darling?]

you nod, giving him your right hand and placing your left on his shoulder. the music begins playing and you allow pablo to sway you gently and slowly left and right. "thanks for coming."

"cualquier cosa para ti, amor," gavi chuckles. "me di cuenta de que tu papá te dio un pequeño discurso cuando bailaban. creo que quiero decirte algo a ti también." [anything for you, love. i noticed your dad kinda gave you a little speech when you guys danced. i think i wanna say something to you too.]

"cosa segura." you answer. [sure thing.]

before gavi could speak, your uncle comes running towards the both of you. "¿tio? ¿todo bien?" [uncle? everything okay?]

"todo está bien, cariño. es solo que... tu amigo pedri de ahí de allá dijo que le pasaras el micrófono a pablo," your tio explains, looking at pablo now. "dijo que tienes algo que decir." [all is good, darling. it's just that... your friend pedri over there said to hand pablo the mic. he said you've got something to say.]

you grit your teeth in guilt, and as you look up at pablo, he was annoyingly mouthing something to pedri. "toma el micro, pablo, no hay tiempo para esto." you whisper-yell. [take the mic, pablo, there is no time for this.]

he rashly took the mic from your tío, clearing his throat before beginning his speech. "uh, hola. espero que todos ustedes estén pasando un buen rato. soy pablo, el novio de y/n," he introduces himself. "vine desde barcelona y estoy aquí para celebrar la vida de nuestra querida niña hoy. mi amor, eres un regalo para todos nosotros. no puedo hablar por tu familia, pero has cambiado mi vida de una manera que las palabras no pueden describir." [hi, hope all of you are having a good time. i'm pablo, y/n's boyfriend. i came all the way from barcelona and i am here to celebrate the life of our dear girl today. my love, you are a gift to all of us. i can't speak for your family, but you have changed my life in a way that words cannot describe.]

"gracias por todo lo que ha hecho por mí, y eso incluye su apoyo para mí y mi carrera, incluso aquí en parís. te lo prometo, siento tu presencia en barcelona cada vez que juego. espero que este año te traiga toda la alegría que te mereces. Te amo, y veo mi futuro contigo. feliz cumpleaños." pablo finishes his speech off with the biggest smile. [thank you for everything you have done for me, and that includes your support for me and my career even all the way here in paris. i promise you, i feel your presence in barcelona every time i play. i hope this year brings you all the joy you deserve. i love you, and i see my future with you. happy birthday.]

he comes in closer to give you a hug, and as he did, he whispers in your ear. "estoy orgulloso de ti, messi. solo... ven a visitar barcelona más a menudo, okay?" [i'm proud of you, messi. just... come visit barcelona more often, okay?]

"i'll try." you smile.

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x reader #fc barcelona #pablo gavi fluff #football x reader #football #pedri gonzalez #spanish football #football x y/n #football x you #gavi x yn

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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pedri’s gf being treated like a princess and also being a pillow princess please 🙏🏻

A/N: Him playing today just gave me so much inspiration lol.

Warnings: Smut

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Pedri walked out of the match trying to get back to the locker room. But before he could head back he was pushed over to give interviews. He had just played his 100th match with Barça and had scored the only goal of the match.

Sometime later he finally made his way to the locker room and his face lit up when he turned on his phone and saw all of your texts coming in.

-Great match, my star boy 💫

-Your 100th game played like a true king 👑

-Te quiero

Pablo changing next to him began to laugh. -You’re so whipped Pedri.

Pedri turned over to his friend and threw a light punch against his chest.

-We will see when you find someone.

-What happened to being too young for a girlfriend? - Taunted Gavi.

-I also said you couldn’t force anything and this just happened.

Gavi have a slight pat on Pedri’s head and walked away leaving Pedri finally time to call you. Since the match had ended you had been anxiously waiting for your phone to ring.

-Pedri. - you said into the phone with a smile.

-Princesa.

-Congratulations, my star boy. You played amazing.

Pedri laughed . -Te hecho de menos.-

-I miss you too, Pedri. What time will you be home?

-It’s too late for us to head back, I think. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow morning.

-But Girona is only about an hour away.

-Rules are rules princesa.

-You know, the yellow kit looks amazing on you. -You said nervously. Can you wear that tomorrow?

-Only if you don’t wear anything. - He responded with a chuckle.

A few seconds later you hung up and went to bed. You couldn’t wait for Pedri to come back home. He had left you extremely needy with how gorgeous he looked during the match and you wanted nothing more than to be in between his arms.

Hours later you were woken up by noise in the room. When you opened your eyes he was standing over the bed in his yellow jersey.

You smiled. -Pedri.-

He smiled back and got into the bed. He planted a small kiss on your forehead but before you could kiss him back he moved himself down your body. He went under the covers.

-All I could think about after we hung up was having you here, like this. Open your legs for me. - he said as he began to kiss your inner thighs.

He slowly grabbed your underwear from either side and slowly began to slide it off.

-I love how these look on you, but love it even more how they look off of you.- he whispered as he threw your underwear somewhere on the floor of his room.

His lips began to leave small kisses from your feet all the way up to your thighs. Before getting to your core Pedri looked up and stared at you with his beautiful brown eyes. You looked at him with your mouth open because you wished you could keep this view of him forever engraved in your memories.

You closed your eyes and that’s when you felt Pedri’s tongue on you. He started off slowly as his hands grabbed your ass and pulled you towards him causing his tongue to go in deeper.

A moan with his name escaped your lips as you arched your back in pleasure. One of your hands grabbed his hair while the other grabbed onto the bedsheet. He groaned.

His tongue was majestic. It felt soft and delicious against you. As you laid there taking all of the pleasure in you were startled when Pedri introduced two of his fingers in you.

—Pedri.- You moaned as you began to move your hips. He looked up but his tongue never lost contact with you. You continued to move your hips against his mouth and eventually began to feel the friction of his beard against you. Without hesitation you continued to move against his face. You heard him moan your name.

The sheer view of him in between your legs, with his rosy cheeks and his frazzled hair was enough to send you into overdrive. He continued to move his tongue in and out of you causing you to moan.

-Pedri.- you said as he looked up at you.

-Come up.- he quickly moved himself up and you sat up facing him. He lifted your shirt over your head and his eyes lit up when he saw you were wearing nothing underneath. His mouth immediately went to suck your nipples as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You motioned for him to take his shirt off. You needed to see his bare chest and chiseled abs.

-I thought you wanted me to wear it.- he said with a smirk.

-And now I want you to take it off. - you said as you bit your lip. -It’s done it’s job.-

You slowly helped Pedri take the shirt off leaving him bare in front of you. He looked at you and licked his lips.

-You’re beautiful, you know that princesa?- he said causing you to smile.

-I think you’ve told me a few hundred thousand times.- you joked. Pedri laughed and went in to kiss you.

-You have no idea how lucky I am to have you.- he whispered as his lips touched yours again.

-Te quiero, my star boy.-

#pedri gonzalez #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri #pedri fluff #pedri smut #pedri requests #pedro gonzalez #fc barcelona #spanish football

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mischelmayleys · 7 months

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This whole situation is making me so sad....

#espwnt #fc barcelona #women's football #uswnt #jenni hermoso #woso #alexia putellas #spanish football

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freesiakylian · 8 months

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why do men always have to ruin everything

#football #spanish football #jenni hermoso #this is insane #wwc 2023 #espwnt

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dungeonpuppykai · 6 days

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así, así 🤍💙💛

#real madrid cf #real madrid #rma #el clasico #la liga #real madrid vs barcelona #vinicius jr #vinicius junior #vini jr #jude bellingham #lucas vazquez #madridista #football #spanish football #madrid spain #hala madrid

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ferrari-desmosedici-wwe-fc · 21 days

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Finally I had the chance to watch with my eyes my favorite Spanish team winning a title

And people will say "why do you care so much about a stranger team?"

Athletic Club isn't just a random team from another country different than mine

Athletic Club is a wonderful team with a wonderful history and culture

A team with just Basque related players which succeed to remain on a top level year after year, always in Laliga, never going down, already won many titles in the past, it's going back to Europe once again

One of the most important and with the most titles Spanish team, the only with Real and Barça that always participated in the first Spanish league without ever being relegated

The atmosphere of our stadium San Mames is something unique

When we play at San Mames, everyone fears us

I love Athletic Club and I always will because it always give me emotions and joys

Aupa Athletic! ❤️🤍

#Aupa Athletic Club #athletic bilbao #San mames #Laliga #La Liga #spanish football #football #calcio

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clinicsharmartia · 10 months

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Nobody speak to me, I am in mourning

#wtaf were they thinking #I’m gonna come over there and beat them up #istg #we were supposed to be the better ones!#we made fun of the Uber eats league because we were better!!!!#look at us now #shame #la liga #football #spanish football #fc barcelona #real madrid #atletico madrid

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Hiii lovely 💓

Could you write something for Jules kounde? I love your writing sooo much tyy

dusk till dawn, jules kounde

pairing jules kounde & female summary: moving to barcelona with her boyfriend was easy. leaving the world she had in france behind, was the hardest part. and she truly feels alone more than just a couple of days.

izzy talks: love love love bringing in new football players! don't get me wrong benji pavard is high class, he can have me anywhere and anytime. just like goretzka & kimmich, or a couple of others. but i love a challenge. and a big thank you for reading! <3 for this one, just imagine, fc sevilla wasn't a spot where he played between the french team and the moving to barca, please!

staring in the floor length mirror, she did not recognize the reflection anymore. dark bags underneath the eyes, eyebrows almost invisible from the light colour her hair usually has. strands thrown into a messy bun on top of her head, falling out in each direction and resembling a bird nest more than an actual hairstyle.

almost three months ago, she decided to move with jules to barcelona, instead of seeing him only once a month. leaving seemed easy, but the marks were clearly visible on her after time passed. she missed bringing a friend home, having late night talks with her mother about how great jules has been to her, and the evenings at the pubs with her girlfriend group.

yet, she left it all behind to be with the love of her life. it was beautiful in spain, she adored the sunny weather, and the warm breeze of the wind. she wanted to visit the beach, but over the past seven weeks, she never found a friend fitting to her personality. a new town, new neighbours, no connections.

shaking the head to get the negative thoughts out of her head, she made her way out of the bedroom, towards the staircase and straight into the open kitchen area. it was almost evening, jules should be home any minute from another training session. almost every day of the week, he had to leave for hours, which made it a lot harder to settle in. yet, she understood how important this chance was for him.

she has never interfered in his dreams, and it definitely would not start today. brushing a fallen out strand out of the face, she placed the cup of cold coffee on the counter and turned on the stove. as soon as the clock on the dinner started to blink, the front door to the small house opened and revealed a heavy-breathing football player.

letting the bag fall to the floor, jules walked around the corner and through the living room to reach the kitchen area. the place, where she spent most of the time. a wide smile spread across the face, he was relieved to see her again. yet, the tired expression changed the mood immediately. "are you alright, babe?" jules stepped further towards her, the hand placed on the upperarm of the female.

"sure, why wouldn't i be?" she chuckled quietly, shrugging the shoulders in an attempt to lose the subject. "how was your training?"

"don't change the topic." he immediately spoke, "did anything happen back in france?"

alredy the mention of the country, where she was surrounded by love and attention caused a stinging pain in her chest. a tightened feeling, like she forgot how to breathe. corners of her mouth dropped into a frown, the eyebrows furrowed and followed the same direction. sadness clouded the mind, reminiscing in the memories of france.

"alright," jules raised the hands in defence, completely baffled by the mood swings. "are you pregnant, is that what's bothering you?"

mouth falling open, the eyebrows furrowed further together but this time in utter confusion about his question. "what?" she shook the head slightly from left to right, attempting to understand his trail of thoughts but losing in the very beginning.

eyebrows raised himself, jules ran a sweaty hand over the braids on the top of his hand until the fingers caressed over the neck. "shit, you're not. i'm sorry, it just blurted out."

"it's fine," she reassured the worried male, glancing anywhere but at the mixture of emotions on her face. "i just miss home." she shrugged, muttering the words out with the hope, he wouldn't hear any syllabel. pupils dilated, the surprise overtaking the concern, jules stepped closer to the female again and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"don't feel bad about it. you gave up everything for me, and i'm so grateful to call you my girl, my love." jules confessed like the words were prepared for the past weeks until the moment arrived. "i know i can't be around all the time, and you might feel alone. but i'm coming home every day, coming home to be with you, see you and kiss you. i'm never far gone, and you can always join me for the training session. for each game, you can always be with me."

the gaze was empty before, yet the love confession blew away the concern of always being alone in barcelona. eyelids fluttered close, the tears gathered on the waterline. one single drop rolled down her right cheek, but it never reached her jaw. jules reacted quickly, brushing the water away with his thumb. "don't cry, beautiful. i'm with you from the beginning of the morning till the end of the night. always right here by your side."

tilting the head forward, he placed his forehead against hers, quietly enjoying the view of seeing her without the slightest bit of make up on the face. natural beauty fit her the most, jules told her about his thoughts multiple times. yet, she still felt insecure.

"i love you, alright? with all my heart." taking her hand in his, he placed the palm over his chest. exactly the spot where the heart hammered against the chest, and she could feel each beat. "all for you, baby."

nodding the head repeatedly, she stood on her tip-toes to place a quick, but very gentle kiss to his lips. " i love you too, a lot."

#fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barcelona imagine #fc barcelona drabble #fc barca imagine #jules kounde #french footballers #french national team #jules kounde imagine #jules kounde drabble #jules kounde blurb #football blurb #football drabble #football imagine #spanish football #football lovers #football lover #football fans #football x reader

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spain's biggest fan | p. gavi

part one

part two

pablo gavi x kaká!reader

a/n: i've read so many of these socmed au's, people are so hilarious 😂 also i can't think of a title, can u tell? this is a looong one, sry in advance. also i got super invested in this and will be making a part 2!

synopsis: spain's golden boy managed to score a goal at the world cup — and a brazilian?

face claim: jenna ortega

pablogavi

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pablogavi Partido muy completo del equipo, el domingo a por más! 💪🏽🔴🔵 [Very complete match of the team, on Sunday let's go for more! 💪🏽🔴🔵]

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pedri Muy bien cabrón 😝 [Very good, bastard 😝]

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gavifan1 u and lewa are so 🩷🩷

ynkaka 💪🏽

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ynfan y/n liked n commented 🥹

gavifan2 are they friends?

barcafan1 she's friends w raphinha

gavixyn we don't show raphinha enough love for bringing y/n and gavi together 😭

ynfan2 can u all just chill out, we don't even know if they're seeing each other or not

ynkaka

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ynkaka just another day at work before the world cup. thank god

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raphinha Sangue é incrível!! Eu adoraria estar coberto de sangue pelo meu trabalho [Blood is amazing!! I would love to be covered in blood for my work]

ynkaka raphinha vou enviar alguns pra você [i will send some to you]

richarlison Tão bom y/n 😂 [So good y/n 😂]

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neymarjr Kkkkkkkk

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pedri Bicho raro. Como trabajas asi [Weirdo. how do you work like this]

ynkaka pedri no tan dificil amigo [not so hard, friend]

pablogavi 😍😂

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ynfan3 are u filming scream?! desperately in need for scream 7 😭

pabsandyn pablo's comment 🥰

gavifan3 they're probably just friends chill out

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Doha, Qatar

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pablogavi Hola Qatar, eres hermoso ❤️🇶🇦 [Hello Qatar, you are beautiful ❤️🇶🇦]

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ynkaka 🥰

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pablogavi 🥰

ynkaka where are the photo credits man! 😭

pablogavi ynusername sorry🥺

gavixyn is he learning english?? 🥹

pedri Ahí es donde fuiste? Con ella?? Te estaba buscando idiota [That's where you went? With her?? I was looking for you idiot]

pablogavi pedri cálmate perro [calm down dog]

raphinha Cuidala o Neymar te va a matar 😂 [Take care of her or Neymar will kill you 😂]

pablogavi raphinha 😂

gavifan2 omg they're together in qatar! 🥹

ynfan2 y/n is there to support leomessi too!

gavifan4 how do u know

ynfan5 she literally has said publicly that she's a huge fan of messi and that she supports argentina 😒

ynkaka

Doha, Qatar

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ynkaka im here leomessi

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courteneycoxofficial Caption sounds... scary.

ynkaka courteneycoxofficial i don't mean it like that... i-

screamfan1 courteneycoxofficial i miss gale and y/c/n 😭

leomessi ❤️

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pedri Tus pestañas son tan largas [Your lashes are so long]

ynkaka pedri eso es un cumplido o no [is that a compliment or no]

pablogavi Revisar textos <3

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gavifan2 omg gavi just told y/n to check her texts 🥹

ynfan3 gavifan2 they would be so cute together omg

neymarjr Me encontre no meu quarto de hotel antes de sair com o Senhor Cute Boy [Meet me at my hotel room before you go out with Mr. Cute Boy]

ynkaka neymarjr sim chefe [yes boss]

neyandyn5ever neymar and y/n's friendship is so good

ynkaka

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ynkaka how'd i get here

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pablogavi ❤️

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pedri Eres tan valiente para tomar una foto de una rata [You're so brave to take a photo of a rat]

pablogavi pedri bobo [idiot]

ynkaka pedri i know right? 😝

pedrifan1 pedri is so cold for that 😂😂

neymarjr O amor é tão bom em você Y/n [Love is so nice on you Y/n]

ynkaka neymarjr o amor é nojento [love is gross]

pablogavi ynkaka muchas gracias 🙄 [thanks a lot 🙄]

frenkiedejong ❤️

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pabsandyn so cute!! 🩷

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ynfan3 is that gavi?? where are they?

gavifan1 yep they're both in qatar for the wc

pablogavi

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pablogavi Buena comida con esa chica de Scream [Good food with that girl from Scream]

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ynkaka yep. apenas aquela garota de scream. [yep. just that chick from scream.]

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pedri Me sorprende que no te haya apuñalado en la boca [I'm surprised she didn't stab you in the mouth]

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pablogavi pedri 🙄

frenkiedejong Que bueno que fuiste al lugar que te recomende 😂 [Good thing you went to the place I recommended you 😂]

pablogavi frenkiedejong 😂😂

ynfan4 y/n in a ponytail >>

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gavifan3 gavi's a scream fan

ynkaka correct.

ynfan1 ynkaka omg thank god.

ferrantorres Gusto 😌 [Taste 😌]

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jkeey4 Winner winner chicken dinner!!!

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pablogavi jkeey4 😂

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ynkaka WORLD CU-U-UP!

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pablogavi COPA MUNDIALLL [WORLD CUP]

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pablogavi Spain's biggest fan 🇪🇸🤝🇧🇷

ynkaka pablogavi good english, kid 🥰

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richarlison O que aconteceu com a minha camisa, cara???? Você rasgou?! [What happened to my jersey, dude??? Did you shred it?!]

ynkaka richarlison NÃO SEU IDIOTA!! eu mantenho isso seguro em meu coração! cu de palhaço [no, you idiot!! i keep it safe in my heart! clown ass]

gavixyn gavi finally gave a girl his jersey!!! i'm so glad it's youuuu 🩷🩷

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pedri Vamonosss España!! 🇪🇸 [Let's go, Spain!! 🇪🇸]

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sergioramos No puedo esperar a verte en nuestros colores!! ¡No todos los días ves a un brasileño usar los colores de España! 🇪🇸🤝🇧🇷 [Cannot wait to see you in our colors!! Not everyday you see a Brazilian wear Spain colors!]

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ynkaka sergioramos obrigado lenda 😘

ynfan5 i'm at the world cup too!! Hope i see you 🩷

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Lusail Stadium

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pablogavi Es un honor poder jugar mi primer Mundial con la sefutbol ¡Vamos a por todas! 🇪🇸👊🏽 #fifaworldcup #qatar2022 [It's an honor to be able to play my first World Cup with the sefutbol, let's go for it all! 🇪🇸👊🏽]

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pedri ❤️🇪🇸

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raphinha ¡Enhorabuena! 👊🏽 [Congratulations! 👊🏽]

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ynkaka orgulhoso de você, amorzinho 🩷 [proud of you, love 🩷]

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pablogavi ynkaka mi amor 🩷 [my love 🩷]

mikkykiemeney beautiful 🤍

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ferrantorres ❤️

gavifan1 so proud of you Pabs ❤️

gavifan2 love you Pablo 🤍

ynfan2 Y/n's comment got me 🥺🥺 congrats Gavi! ❤️

#pablo gavi #gavi x reader #fc barcelona #pedri #gavi x yn #gavi x you #pedri gonzalez #pablo martín páez gavira #football x reader #fifa world cup #spanish football

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pernillecfcw · 2 months

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@ingrid_engen - this past month was extra special 🤎🧸🪴🎞️

#ingrid engen #mapi leon #photo dump #left out one photo #womens football #woso #woso community #football #footy #barca femeni #barcelona femeni #norwaywnt #spain wnt #wlw #couple goals #liga f #spanish football #spain #norway womens national team

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swayziiwriter · 9 months

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Restricted | Pablo Gavi

summary: Pablo teasing you to no ends and restricting your body from coming undone until he thinks you deserve it.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Although the room is cool, arousal is igniting your bodies. By the way, you're completely naked, and Pablo only has a pair of tight briefs that strain his rock-solid cock. It would be an understatement to say that you can only see the outline of it. You could have sworn that at least three times vou saw it twitch.

His tongue has been dipping in and out of your wet hole for the better part of fifteen minutes, the majority of his mouth is focused on your increasingly sensitive clit, with every muscle working hard to suck, tease, and kiss the bundle of nerves.

You haven't been given the endowment of even one climax in those twenty minutes in any case, the solicitations coming from your beau's enlarged and pussy juice-covered lips demanding you not let go right now and on the off chance that you can hang on now.

Pablo's tongue laps progressively quicker as the seconds pass, your eyes nearly getting wetter than your splashed twat over how out of line he's at this moment. The screams coming out of your mouth are already getting even more frantic as you uncontrollably tug at his dark ringlets of hair.

"Fuck, Pablo, please," you prolong the last syllable of that supplication to show that you are so frantic to complete all around his full lips and gifted tongue, spine bending much more trying to make him adjust his perspective; change everything he has planned and just let you rub your cum on his chin and mouth.

You can't understand how he can stop eating out your pulsating cunt and leave you unfulfilled so easily as his lips pull away from you before his large hands bring your shaking legs together. You let out a secret whine of frustration from your throat.

Pablo gets up and sits on the sofa right next to you, feet firmly planted on the wooden floor, biting his bottom lip to keep from smirking.

"I promised that I would make all of the teasing worthwhile, mi amor?"

When you lay your palms on his chest and kiss back with all the misplaced fervour you'd lost while chasing a high that never came from when his lips were lower down your body, he leans in to plant a small kiss on your pouting lips, unintentionally deepening it. Your own lips parted a little to produce breathy moans as you whine against his soft mouth. Before he takes your mouth in his again and the two of you are now passionately making out on the couch.

Pablo partially gapes his mouth while taking in all the sounds and sighs emanating from your throat. Pablo pulls away from you before you can get carried away in each other's wandering hands, leaving a final kiss on your flustered face. "Ven y quédate aquí mi amor."

He spreads his legs and taps his left thigh, the one nearest to you, and you randomly turn over in sheer urgency, the possibility of your wetness on his uncovered skin making a scrumptiously expecting to feel in the lower part of your stomach.

As you hover over his thigh, Pablo can experience the intensity of your pussy from inches away, swallowing at the manner in which your breathing gets shakier before you position yourself on his conditioned muscle with a fulfilled moan.

He calls you a "good girl" as you put both of your hands on his shoulders to secure yourself. His hands then grab you by the hips and hold you in place. "Want to ride me bebe? ride my thigh until you get the recognition you deserve for being my good girl?" You clench down on his warm skin as a result of his vehement words. You haven't done this previously not set in stone to put on an act for Pablo and to partake in the prizes of a very much anticipated climax at long last.

You give him a hasty nod and shift all of your weight onto your hands and, consequently, his shoulders. You then slightly raise your body before coming back down on him, making a shameless moan when your cunt touches his thigh.

"Yes, Pablo," you whimper out, hips shaking to run your dangerous center all over him. Your own arousal and his earlier spit help to smooth out your gyrating movements, which only make you move harder and faster on your lover's thigh.

Pablo tells you, "You're doing such a good job, sweetheart, fuck," as he guides you away from him. The slickness of your pussy has enraged him beyond comprehension. Still, you're making a mess, aren't you?” He examines the skin on his left thigh, which is now glistening with your juices, from below. You whine even more, panting into his lip parting, but you don't move your eyes from his face. Fuck, Pablo you feel better."

He grasps onto your hips harder, certainly leaving an injury really taking shape, yet you couldn't care less, the sensation of his strong thigh so radiant under your doused folds.

"You close, bebé? Let me help you," Pablo is now pounding you against him, almost causing you to lunge at him with your entire body. Again, you don't mind because the sensation is so good that the pretty image of his gritted teeth and dark furrowed brows makes your brain feel dizzy. The spectacle below you and in front of you makes your clit throb.

He is now whining, his voice becoming ever so slightly higher, "want you to cum on my thigh, darling, need you to cum on my thigh." "Let go of me, angel, you deserve it, baby girl; cum all over me." He puts the very tip of his thumb over your clit, and the contrast of the friction against the wet squelches of your cunt rubbing on him makes you almost scream.

You whine, "Pablo fuck, i'm so close, please," not knowing what you're really requesting because Pablo is giving you his all, with his head down and his lips now on your left nipple, sucking and swirling it with his tongue to fuel the journey to your orgasm.

The sounds of your sopping cunt and your lover's quiet groans warm the air around you as your meowing and moaning get louder. Before he can align his face with yours, Pablo pops his mouth off your tit.

"Cum for me, mi amor" he coos, hands now at your midsection to get a more focused control of your quickly moving body. "Haven't you sweetheart, been working so hard and so good for me, my bebé deserves to cum?" He abruptly flexes his thigh, the muscle appearing to have the potential to almost penetrate you.

The coil in your lower stomach snaps as a result. The exhilarating sensation extends all the way to your weeping pussy, where you make an unholy mess on Pablo's thigh, spilling your cum onto his warm skin.

Before Pablo can catch it with his mouth, you let out a belter of a scream that almost sounds like anguish. His tongue slips in to cradle yours as your moans get smaller and smaller before leaving his lips. pussy currently grasping on him, he increases the kiss, directing you to set down on the couch as he adjusts on top of you, hands actually fastened on the shape of your abdomen, yours presently snared around his neck.

His mouth is as hardworking as ever right now, dancing against yours in a heatedly sweet manner, and your aching legs instinctively wrap around him. Although neither of you wanted to, it feels like hours before you both pull away for air. Pablo leaves a sincerely profound kiss all the rage prior to maneuvering his face up to investigate your eyes.

"So pretty for me, bebé" he mutters, dropping down to leave kisses on your neck as you make a move to gasp out the impacts of your climax and pause and rest at last. "Always so perfect for me." You experience his cock twitch, becoming hard once more. This time on your inner thigh. You're not completely exhausted, you think.

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