#alejandro balde x you

[strawberryblue-blog]

Kisses —FC BARCELONA.

summary: What are their kisses like or how do they like to kiss you?

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

—Pedri Gonzalez.

His kisses are too long and affectionate. He likes the sensation of feeling you close to him, he thinks it is intimate and the most tender way to show love.

He could spend hours kissing your lips, soft and delicate, showing you how much he likes your lips. He is very shy at times but if you kiss him first, he will not be able to stop.

Your soft and full lips are like an addiction for Pedri, he loves the sensation of feeling them on his skin at any time. Whether on his cheeks or forehead. During sex, he also kisses your lips a lot, especially to silence his squeals and to make you feel loved. Because he really loves you and your lips a lot.

—Pablo Gavi.

One of the most amateur kissers in history, not of your lips but of your neck and jaw. He likes your lips but is obsessed with the soft, supple skin of your neck.

Especially because he likes to mark his trails, so when his lips are on your neck, he will play with you until you turn red. He loves the sensation of hearing you gasp and laugh at the same time.

During sex, he prefers not so much to kiss as to watch. Watching you is more his thing, but, after the action he is very affectionate and caring. Maybe there he kisses you too much to make up for what he couldn't kiss you before.

—Ferran Torres.

Ferran knows what a good kisser he is, he always received compliments about it and you always remind him of it. So when he is with you he likes to kiss you all the time because he knows how much you like his kisses.

He kisses you anywhere, no matter where it is, he knows how to make your skin bristle with so little. On your lips, neck and shoulders. Your shoulders are his weakness.

When you are having sex he doesn't kiss so much because he likes to concentrate on you but from time to time he seeks your lips. His kisses are very long and seductive.

—Fermin López.

Fermín loves kissing, loves kissing you and loves to be kissed by you. An exchange of mutual love which, for Fermín, is heaven itself. He loves to feel your lips on his, short or long, he doesn't care.

He could kiss you all day long, on your lips, your thighs, your belly, your neck or your face. He's super cheesy and tender. He knows you like it and he will take advantage of it to feel you.

Not necessarily during sex, because sometimes he can't hold back the moans and has to let them out but after he's done, he'll be a ball of love. He will kiss you so much, until you fall asleep. Just like the next morning, he will wake you up with his kisses.

—Alejandro Balde.

Although he loves to kiss your lips, his lips always find your hands to kiss them delicately. He is so tender and delicate, he loves to make you feel like a princess.

Although your lips are his favorite, he will kiss them whenever you can. Every now and then he will give you a peck on your lips. He finds it fun and romantic. He is obsessed with your mouth, so lips and tongue for him.

When you are having sex, he likes to kiss you even more. It's a different kind of connection and he loves to feel your warm lips on his.

—Hector Fort.

He's definitely a kisser, a lot. Too much. And not only that, he kisses like the gods. Hector has a gift and he knows how to use it on you.

Kissing your neck, chest and shoulders is his favorite pastime while you're together. No matter what you do he will come and take his time with you. He concentrates on you, kissing your skin delicately with that seductive and haughty touch he has.

During sex he kisses much more your breasts or shoulders than your lips. But when you're done, he'll take care of leaving you with lungs and lips asleep.

—Lamine Yamal.

He is overconfident and despite being young, he has a certain amount of experience. He loves to kiss you either on the lips or on your forehead, he finds it protective and tender.

He likes to kiss your nose too, as a little detail he has with you. But sometimes he plays rough and wants you to kiss him and take the initiative.

In sex he is a little kisser but not so much, maybe more your neck or bite your shoulders but he will definitely do it when he finishes and kiss you for a while afterwards.

—Pau Cubarsí.

He is not a big fan of kissing on the lips because he thinks he doesn't give them correctly. He's still young and just learning, he's also a bit insecure.

Clearly he doesn't agree with that, Pau is a good kisser and when he kisses you he is intense and fiery. But he likes it when you kiss him long and deep.

He prefers to kiss your face how, forehead, nose, cheeks and ears. He finds it tender and that is his way of showing his love. In bed he may be a little more kissy to show his love for you, he likes to be gentle and soft with you.

[insidekatmind]

Bet-Alejandro Balde

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

It was a fiery night in Jeddah, the city vibrating with the clamor of the Clásico. Real Madrid against Barcelona, the most anticipated match of the season. The tension in the air was palpable, but for you, y/n, it was much more: it was a personal matter.

"Y/n, are you ready to lost this bet?" Alejandro Balde had said to you a few days before, with an arrogant smile painted on his face.

"Don't count on it, Balde. Real will win, and then you will be the one to swallow your words" you had replied, with a confidence that now seemed to waver.

But now you were there. The match was over. 5-2 for Barcelona. And, as if that wasn't enough, Balde had scored one of the decisive goals.

You were sitting on the couch in his apartment, still wearing your Real Madrid jersey, your hands crossed on your knees. He, leaning on the kitchen counter, was staring at you with an amused expression.

“I thought you’d take that shirt off as soon as you came in,” he said, his tone playful but with a hint of mischief.

“Don’t count on it, Balde,” you replied, staring at him with challenging eyes.

He approached slowly, like a predator studying his prey. Each step felt like a blow to your pride. He stopped in front of you, his gaze piercing.

“You remember our bet, right?”

“Yes, I do,” you replied through gritted teeth.

“So, y/n… are you ready to keep your word?”

“I didn’t mean to lose,” you admitted, trying to keep your composure.

“But you lost,” he replied with a triumphant smile. “And now you’re here.”

There was a moment of silence. Then he sat down next to you, moving just close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin.

He reached for your shirt and ran his hands along the fabric, feeling the soft texture of the fabric.

"This shirt is beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "But it would look better on my bedroom floor, don't you think?"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you tried to remain impassive.

"You're not serious," you replied, trying to keep your cool.

"Oh, I am," he said, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. "You lost the bet, y/n. You promised you'd do whatever I wanted."

you look at him badly "I will not go to bed with a dirty culers" you say angry.

Alejandro laughed, a low, husky sound that sent goosebumps across your skin.

"Oh, y/n," he said, his fingers tracing patterns on your thigh. "You don't know what you're missing. But don't worry, we don't have to go to bed yet. There's so much we can do right here, on this couch."

At his words you look at him badly again.He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You know, I've always had a thing for feisty girls like you," he murmured, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You're so tough, but I know how to bring out your more submissive side."

Alejandro lifted you from the couch and placed you in his lap, his arms encircling your waist. You tried to resist, but he held you firmly, his gaze piercing yours. "You can fight it all you want, y/n, but deep down, you know you're already mine."

His hands roamed over you slowly, exploring every inch of your body. "Just give in," he whispered, kissing your neck. "Let me make you feel what you truly crave."

"fuck you, I'm not yours and I never will be" you say confidently but in the meantime you try to move your neck more to give him more space.

Alejandro chuckled, his teeth grazing against your skin. "Oh, y/n," he murmured between kisses. "You can lie to yourself, but your body doesn't lie. It knows that it needs me."

His hands caressed your thighs, teasingly inching closer and closer to their center.

You tried to resist, to push him away, but his touch was too persuasive. Your breath was coming in short gasps now, and the warmth spreading through you was undeniable.

"Shh," he whispered. "Just be a good girl and give in. I promise you'll enjoy it immensely"

His fingers traced the edge of your panties, teasing you with their feather-like caress. You felt yourself weakening, the tension of the game forgotten as his touch ignited a fire within you. He watched your reaction with a cocky smile, knowing he was slowly breaking down your defenses.

"That's it, y/n," he murmured, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "Stop fighting it. You know you want this as much as I do."

His hands continued their exploration, their touch growing more confident as they found their way beneath your underwear. A low moan escaped your lips as his fingers brushed against your most sensitive spot.

"See? You can't resist," he purred, his fingers slowly stroking your most intimate place. "Just let go, y/n. Give in to me."

You tried to hold on, to fight the growing heat within you, but the sensations were too powerful. The way he touched you, the way he whispered in your ear - it was all too much. You gasped and arched against him, your body surrendering uncontrollably to his touch.

"That's a good girl," he praised, his lips capturing yours in a fierce kiss. His fingers kept moving, teasing and pleasuring with skillful precision. His other hand wandered up the hem of your t- shirt, pushing the fabric up to reveal your trembling body.

You moan into the kiss, and start to move closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and deepening the kiss

"Mmm," he murmured against your lips, his hands now roaming your bare skin. "I knew you'd come around, y/n."

Alejandro lifted you and placed you on his lap, the evidence of his own desire pressing against you as he continued to kiss you deeply.

You moan as you feel his erection against you and you grind against him as you deepen the kiss.

He groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping your hips and encouraging your movements. "Gods, y/n," he muttered, breaking the kiss and nipping at your neck. "You're driving me insane."

He moved against you, creating a delicious friction that made both of you gasp.

You were completely in his control now, surrendering to the sensations that rocked through you. His touch was electric, his kisses hungry, and the way he held you, possessive.

"You're mine," he whispered fiercely, his hands gripping your hips harder as he rocked against you. "Mine."

With a swift move, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the nearby bed, laying your body down against the soft covers. His eyes, darker with desire, roamed over you, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin and parted lips.

"So beautiful," he murmured, his hands gently parting your legs to give him better access. His touch was both teasing and assertive as his fingers traced the inner side of your thighs.

Alejandro quickly undresses you, smiling at the sight of you naked "so sexy' he muttered.Then, his face was between your legs, his tongue delving into your most intimate center, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through you. You cry out, your fingers gripping the sheets as he worked his magic, pushing you to the brink of ecstasy.

He added two fingers inside you while sucking your clit sending you to the limit.You moaned loudly and blocked his head by putting your hands on his hair and your legs resting on his neck. You moaned loudly "shit, keep going I'm coming" you moan as you push your pussy harder on his face.

Alejandro moans and moves his fingers faster and licking, sucking and kissing your pussy more making you come. "You taste so good baby" he whispers licking his fingers.

Slowly, he positioned himself above you, looking down at you with a mix of desire and dominance. "Now," he said, his voice a husky murmur, "Tell me who owns you."

You can barely form a coherent thought, your mind clouded with pleasure, but you know what he wants.

"You," you manage to gasp out, your body still quivering from your release. "I belong to you."

He smiles, satisfied with your answer, and then he leans down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. "Good girl," he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body, his touch both possessive and tender. "All mine."

Alejandro smiles as he sucks and nibbles your nipples making you moan. Then he gently pulls away from your nipple and begins to undress and flips you over onto all fours.

He positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips. "You're all mine," he reiterates, his voice husky with desire. "Every inch of this body is mine."

His hands caress your skin, tracing patterns along your spine before his lips follow, kissing every inch of skin he can reach.

You can feel his breath against your skin, his lips warm and soft, sending shivers of anticipation through you. His hands continue to roam your body, exploring every curve and contour, claiming every inch of you as his own.

Alejandro starts rubbing himself on your ass and then enters you making you scream with pleasure.

"Mmm, you're so tight," he murmurs, his voice a low growl in your ear. "You feel so good around me."

He starts moving slowly, his hands still roaming your body, his touch both possessive and gentle. The sensations are overwhelming, the sounds and pleasure mixing together in a heady cocktail. You cry out, your body responding to him passionately, arching more towards him.

Alejandro smiles and grabs your ass and moves you towards him to make you arch better. "That's right, take it all like the good girl you are for me" he murmurs in your ear nibbling making you moan.

"That's it," he praises, his voice husky with pleasure. "Let go. Give yourself to me completely."

His movements become faster, more urgent, as he completely takes control of your body. He whispers praises and dirty words into your ear, his mouth hot against your skin, his teeth nipping lightly at your neck.

With each thrust, you feel yourself slipping deeper into the storm of pleasure. Your body is no longer your own, surrendering completely to the rhythm he sets. You cry out, lost in the sensations, the world around you fading away until all that remains is his touch, his voice, and the overwhelming pleasure that washes over you like a wave.

Alejandro slaps your ass and fucks you faster. You scream with pleasure and Alejandro smiles "You like getting fucked by a Barcelona player, eh Madridista?" he teases you by pushing harder

You can barely respond, your mind clouded by the sensations coursing through you. You manage to gasp out a response, your voice thick with desire. "Shut up, you dirty culer," you choke out, your words slightly slurred by the pleasure that consumes you. "You're just a cocky bastard, that's all."

Alejandro laughs and pushes himself harder into you. "I don't understand, repeat madridista" he teases.

You glare at him turning your head to look at him and Alejandro grabs you by the neck , the effect is lost in the haze of pleasure that surrounds you. "You know damn well what I said, you arrogant bastard," you grumble, your words laced with irritation.He just laughs, clearly enjoying your feisty attitude. "No manners, madridista," he says, his voice thick with amusement. "I'll have to teach you some."

He pushes himself in deeper, his hand gripping your hip tightly. "Are you ready to admit I'm the superior player?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in your ear. "That Madrid is nothing compared to Barcelona?"

You moan at his strong thrusts "never, you had any luck on the field" you blurt out.

He laughs at your defiance, clearly enjoying your fiery spirit. "Luck, you say?" he murmurs, his voice a low purr against your skin. "You really believe that, little madridista?"

He thrusts harder, making you gasp and arch your back, his movements slow and deliberate.

He leans in, his lips brushing against your neck. "Let me show you the real power of a Barcelona player," he whispers, his voice low and laced with arrogance. "I'm going to make you scream my name, madridista, and you'll never forget who owns this game."

With that, he picks up the pace, his body moving with powerful, purposeful strokes, each one claiming you completely. You can feel yourself slipping into a haze of pleasure, all thoughts of rivalry and competition fading away beneath the intoxicating rhythm of his movements.

You find yourself gasping and moaning, unable to form coherent thoughts or words, your mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations that ripple through you. The only sound that escapes your lips is his name, echoing softly in the air around you.

"Yes, that's it," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Say my name, madridista. Admit who owns you now."

You barely register the words, lost in the storm of pleasure, but somehow, you manage to choke out his name, your voice broken and shaky.

"Alejandro" you moan loudly arching to take more "so big" you hum in pleasure "so good" you continue to moan, almost whimpering with pleasure.

He's encouraged by your response, his movements growing rougher, more possessive. "My little madridista," he purrs, his voice husky and full of dominance. "You feel so good around me. All mine."

Each word sends a shiver down your spine, adding to the growing tension within you.

You're completely swept up in the moment, your body responding to his touch like a puppet to its master. He controls everything - the rhythm, the pace, the pleasure - and you're completely helpless beneath him, surrendering every inch of yourself to him.

Your mind is a storm of emotions and sensations, your body a battlefield for his touch. You can feel your climax building, growing in intensity, a slow burn that builds and builds until it finally explodes in a rush of pleasure and release. You cry out his name, the sound swallowed up by the waves of ecstasy that crash over you, your body shuddering beneath his.

Alejandro grabs your hair to push himself deeper into you.

You moan at his rough, possessive touch, the slight edge of pain adding to the overwhelming pleasure that engulfs you. "Yes," you gasp out, your voice hoarse and low. "God, yes, deeper."

His movements become rougher, more demanding, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through your body. You cling to him, your nails digging into his back, your mind lost in a haze of ecstasy.

He growls into your ear, his voice thick with possession. "Mine," he grunts, his words punctuated by deep, powerful thrusts. "You're all mine, madridista. Only mine."

You can feel yourself slipping deeper into the abyss of pleasure, your body responding to his every movement, every word, every touch. There's nothing left now but the storm of passion and dominance that surrounds you, the world outside fading away until all that remains is the two of you and the explosive connection that binds you together.

"Come for me," he groans into your ear, his voice a low, commanding growl. "Scream my name, madridista. Show me who owns you now."

You're helpless against his command, your body and soul completely under his control. You cry out his name, your voice hoarse and broken, as the waves of ecstasy wash over you, consuming you completely. Your body shudders and twitches beneath him, your mind a dizzying whirlwind of pleasure and surrender.

He holds you close, your bodies locked together in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat and pleasure. He whispers soft, possessive words in your ear, the sound of his voice a soothing balm to your racing heart. Slowly, slowly, the storm of passion begins to subside, leaving you both gasping for breath and blissfully exhausted.

You gasp as you feel him release inside of you, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You cling to him, your body still trembling from the force of your climax, your mind blissfully blank and free of all thoughts except the sweet, bone-deep satisfaction that envelops you both.

"You're mine," he whispers into your ear, his voice a possessive purr. "Mine. Always mine."

You can only respond with a soft sigh, your body and mind too exhausted to form a coherent thought. You feel him pull you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle, yet firm embrace. You bury your face in his chest, breathing in his scent, letting yourself bask in the afterglow of pleasure and connection.

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Balde fic where hes normally super smooth and confident but the reader has him all nervous and stuttering for the first time ever and his friends are teasing him for it 👀

Unscripted~Alejandro Balde

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: I LOVED writing this so much!!

Balde was known for his charm and confidence between his teammates, especially when it comes to the topic of girls. However, when he met y/n, it was as if all his confidence vanished in seconds.

y/n was the best friend of Berta, Fermin’s girlfriend, and while she and Alejandro only exchanged a few polite words at one of the matches she had attended with Berta, something about her lingered in his mind.

Maybe it was her beauty, or kindness, maybe even confidence. He couldn’t exactly point out what it was, but ever since their first encounter, Alejandro found himself bringing her up to conversations more than he would like to admit.

And of course, his friends noticed.

“I swear she’s all you ever talk about,” Gavi once said, as the group of them were sitting at Pedri’s apartment, enjoying a chill evening.

“That’s not true,” Alejandro scoffed, knowing damn well he was lying.

“Yes you do” Lamine joined him, smirking as he gave Pedri a wink. “Last week you asked Fermin if she was single four times. In one conversation,”

Alejandro groaned before speaking again. “I didn’t–”

“You did,” Fermin interrupted with a smile. “Don’t worry though. It’s cute to see ‘Mr smooth with the ladies’ being shy about his crush”

“Leave him alone,” Pedri added with a teasing smile.

“It’s fun watching him malfunction for once,” Ansu said, making the others laugh.

“I’m not malfunctioning! You guys are annoying” Alejandro shot back, glaring at his friends

“All I’m saying is that if she’s going to be at the barbeque, we’re gonna need some popcorn for the show,” Gavi said, leaning back on the couch with a smirk.

“Please y/n. Fermin’s friends are pure chaos, and I need you to be here with me. Plus Balde is gonna be here” Berta’s teasing voice said through the phone , making y/n roll her eyes.

“I’ll come, but only because I know you can’t handle any set ups on your own” she said, making Berta hum in sarcasm

“Mhm sure” she teased making y/n chuckle

“Shut up. I have to go now” y/n said before hanging up.

“Hey guys?” Fermin said, approaching his group of friends. “Berta said that y/n is gonna be with us at the barbeque” 

Gavi let out a whistle as Pedri laughed, watching how Alejandro nearly dropped his bottle, the plastic container slipping from his hands and spilling on his shorts.

“Joder” Balde mumbled, furiously patting the wet spot on his shorts (fuck)

“Oh man he’s already losing it” Lamine burst into laughter

“Relax, Romeo,” Ansu said, smirking. “You’re gonna be fine, just don't faint when she talks to you”

“I hate you all” Alejandro said, throwing his water bottle away and going to the other part of the team, the ones who didn't know about his secret crush

By the time the boys arrived at Fermin's house, Berta and y/n had already set up everything in the backyard. Balde spotted her from the door, watching how she laughed at something Berta had said.

“She’s right there” Pedri whispered in his ear, nudging his shoulder

“I have eyes” He hissed, making Gavi chuckle from behind them.

“So go say hi to her,” Lamine urged, grinning like a kid who's just been given candy

“yeah let's see that famous Balde charm you've been bragging about in action”Ansu teased, making the group laugh once again

“I haven't been bragging–”

“Oh please,” Pedri interrupted, “I've lost count of the times you've said ‘i don't get nervous around girls’,”

Alejandro groaned, shoving his sweaty hands in his pockets

“can you guys just…stop?”

“Oh not a chance,” Fermin grinned. “you’re gonna go talk to her”

“I’m not doing it right now,” He shook his head, making Gavi snicker from behind.

“This is gonna be an interesting night,” Gavi said, rubbing his hands against each other as if getting ready for some action.

Throughout the evening, Alejandro tried his best to act normal, but it was impossible with her being so close to him.

She seemed to float through the party in her sundress so effortlessly, helping Berta out with last-minute details and chatting with everyone.

Everytime she looked his way, his heart rate skyrocketed, and he looked away immediately.

“you've been awfully quiet tonight,” y/n said with a curious smile, walking up to him as he stood awkwardly by the grill 

“I'm fine!,”he said way too quickly, his voice cracking slightly

She raised an eyebrow, her amusement evident.

“you sure about that?”

Before he could respond, Lamine appeared beside him, grinning from ear to ear 

“He's fine. just distracted by a very specific person”

Alejandro groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Lamine stop,”

“What?” Lamine grinned, “I’m just trying to help you”

“By embarrassing me?” Alejandro muttered under his breath

y/n tilted her head, clearly entertained by the exchange, “you guys are fun” she said with a soft laugh.

“Fun is one word for it” He said, shooting a glare at Lamine as he walked away, chuckling.

And as the night went on, the teasing only got worse. 

“He hasn’t tripped over his feet yet,” Pedri said, watching as Alejandro nervously handed her a plate of food before starting to make his way to them

“Give it time,” Ansu added, barely holding back a laugh.

“He’s definitely going to mess up soon,” Lamine chimed in, grinning.

“Can you all stop?” Alejandro hissed, his ears burning red.

From across the yard, Berta caught y/n's eye and gave her a knowing look. She blushed slightly, biting her lip.

Berta leaned closer and whispered something to Fermin, who burst into laughter.

“She knows,” Fermin said, nudging Alejandro. “You’re doomed, bro.”

“shit”

As the night started to wind down, y/n found Alejandro leaning against the fence, staring out at the backyard with a faraway look in his eyes.

“Hey” she said softly, walking up to him.

He jumped slightly, turning to face her with wide eyes. “oh, uh, hi”

“So you're gonna tell me what got you in the mood tonight?” she teased, a small smile playing on her lips.

“yeah…uh just tired, I guess” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

She laughed softly, before speaking again. “you're a terrible liar”

He let out a nervous chuckle, shrugging. “maybe”

“Well,” she said, stepping closer to him. “we should hang out soon. you know, just us”

Alejandro blinked, clearly caught off guard. “really?” he started, watching how she raised her eyebrows in amusement.

“I mean…yeah that'd be great. I'd like that”

She smiled at his shy state, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Good night Ale”

Before he could recover, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in place.

From across the yard, Gavi let out a loud whistle. “She made the move, and he’s still standing there like a statue!”

“He’s broken,” Pedri added, doubling over with laughter.

“I think she likes you, mate,” Fermin teased.

Alejandro groaned, burying his face in his hands. But even with all the teasing, he couldn’t stop smiling.

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can i resquest something with balde where theyre friedns with benefits, with smut or spice

i have never written for him before, so that was a challenge, but i hope you like it!

nye fwb | alejandro balde

🎉 synopsis: Two best friends, the only single ones at their New Year’s Eve party, reluctantly share a midnight kiss as a joke, only to discover undeniable chemistry that leads them to an impulsive, awkward, and hilariously passionate first hookup, all while vowing to keep it casual. tags: friends to friends with benefits, banter, light smut, awkward but sweet. (written in 2nd person but no mention of yn) (around 2.6k words)

The music pounded through the speakers, someone had turned the living room into a makeshift dance floor, complete with cheap strobe lights and half-empty cups strewn across every available surface. Your friend group was spread out in their usual pairs, laughing, kissing, clinking glasses – a nauseating display of holiday cheer that only highlighted the fact that you were standing alone by the snack table, fiddling with a plastic champagne flute.

Alejandro Balde appeared at your side, effortlessly cool as usual, with a knowing smirk that immediately set off your internal alarms. “So,” he said, “what’s the plan for midnight?”

You blinked at him. “The plan?”

“Yeah. You and me,” he said with a grin that made your stomach flip. “Everyone else has someone. Seems like we might as well.”

You gasped. “Ale, that’s practically incest.”

He froze, his face contorting with genuine confusion. “It’s not like we’re related.”

“You know what I mean,” you said, already regretting the metaphor. “We’re in the same friend group. It would be weird.”

He shrugged, unfazed. “Weird how? Everyone else is dating. What’s the harm?”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the countdown had already begun. Ten seconds. Nine. Eight. Alejandro gave you a playful shove closer to him, his smirk daring you to argue.

Seven. Six. Five. Your eyes met his and he tilted his head, a silent question.

Four. Three. Two. Before you could overthink it, you leaned in, grabbing his shirt just as the clock struck midnight.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured.

“Happy New Year,” you echoed, and then his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was supposed to be casual, a brief acknowledgment of the holiday and your shared singleness, but it wasn’t. It was something else entirely. Heat surged between you, undeniable and immediate, and when you pulled back, his hand lingered at your waist.

“Okay,” he said, his voice a little unsteady, “what the hell was that?”

You shook your head, barely able to catch your breath. “I don’t know.”

“Do you want to…?” He trailed off, looking around the crowded room, and you understood what he meant without him finishing the sentence.

“Yeah,” you said, already grabbing his hand.

You ducked out of the main room and into a quiet hallway, finding an unoccupied corner. He kissed you again, more urgently this time, and your back hit the wall as his hands found your hips. It was reckless and impulsive and so completely unlike the two of you that it almost made you laugh – except you were too busy kissing him to care.

“This is insane,” he said.

“Probably,” you agreed, not moving an inch.

“So what happens now?”

“We make a deal,” you said, your voice steadier than you expected. “Just for tonight. We hook up, and then we go back to being friends tomorrow.”

He considered this for a moment. “Just tonight?”

“Just tonight,” you confirmed.

“Alright,” he said, “But you’re the one who’s going to have to stop me tomorrow.”

You were barely out of the hallway before Alejandro grabbed your hand again, pulling you through the crowd. “You’re gonna get us caught,” you hissed, dodging someone’s drink as you stumbled after him.

“Relax,” he shot back, looking over his shoulder with a grin that was way too confident for someone sneaking off like that. “No one’s paying attention.”

You looked around, heart hammering, sure someone was watching – but nope. Everyone was too busy making out or singing off-key to whatever remix was blaring. You were invisible.

He stopped in front of a random door upstairs, jiggled the handle, and – thankfully – it opened. “After you,” he said, giving a dramatic bow like he was inviting you into a five-star suite instead of what looked like someone’s guest room.

“Oh, how romantic,” you deadpanned, stepping inside. The room was small, a pile of coats sat at the foot of the bed, a forgotten casualty of the party. “You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

Alejandro kicked the door shut, leaning back against it with a shrug. “Hey, you knew what you signed up for.” His smirk was back, but he also looked nervous, maybe? Or was that just wishful thinking?

“Right,” you muttered, suddenly hyper-aware of how quiet it was. Alejandro stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, looking at you like he was trying to figure out the next move.

“So, uh –”

“You’re being awkward,” you blurted, crossing your arms.

“Me? You’re being awkward,” he shot back, but there was a laugh tucked in there, soft and a little shaky.

“Okay, shut up,” you said, stepping closer because if you stood there analyzing his face any longer, you were going to combust.

“Gladly,” he murmured, meeting you halfway.

The kiss was messy, rushed, the kind of kiss that made you both laugh against each other’s mouths because your noses bumped. His hands landed on your waist, yours tangled in his shirt, and for a second, you thought, Wow, this is going to be the most awkward thing we’ve ever done.

Then his lips moved against yours, slower this time, and you thought, Okay, maybe not.

Clothes started coming off – or at least, you tried. Alejandro got tangled in his sweater, swearing under his breath as he fought to pull it over his head. You snorted, trying (and failing) to hide your laugh.

“Oh, you think this is funny?” he asked, finally freeing himself and tossing the sweater onto the coat pile.

“A little,” you admitted, reaching for the buttons on your shirt.

“Need help?” he teased, stepping closer.

“Nope, I’m good –” One of the buttons snagged, and you groaned. “Okay, maybe.”

He grinned, brushing your hands aside to do it himself. His fingers fumbled, though, and you caught the way his ears flushed. “See? Not so easy, is it?”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, but his voice was warm, fond, the way it always got when it was just the two of you.

Once the shirt was off, things started moving faster. His lips found your neck, and you bit back a laugh. “Sorry,” he murmured, pulling back.

“No, it’s – it’s fine,” you said quickly, tilting your head. “Just… different.”

“Good different?”

You nodded, your hands tracing his chest, and his breathing hitched. “Good different.”

Finally, you ended up on the bed, your legs tangled together as you laughed at the way the mattress squeaked every time one of you shifted. “This bed is going to rat us out,” you muttered, and he laughed, his breath warm against your shoulder.

“Guess we better make it quick, then.”

“Smooth,” you said, rolling your eyes, but the teasing edge in your voice softened when his lips found your collarbone.

Things slowed down, the nervousness melting into something more natural. His hands skimmed over your skin, careful but confident, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d always been this good at making you feel like the center of the universe.

When his mouth moved lower, you squirmed instinctively, a mix of surprise and nervous laughter bubbling up. His lips brushed even lower, taking their time, tasting your most special place. Every press was soft and maddening in a way that left you breathless. You let out a shaky exhale, his hands sliding to your sides to steady you as you squirmed again. It was impossible not to; the slow, deliberate way he was working his way down was almost too much.

And then, all at once, it was electric. He found a rhythm that made your breath hitch, your fingers curling into the sheets, and suddenly you were less concerned about what he was doing and more concerned about how you could possibly keep yourself together.

“Alejandro,” you managed, your voice breaking on the second syllable.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice muffled but full of infuriating confidence.

You had no answer – at least, not one you could give in words. Your head tipped back, your eyes squeezing shut as a wave of heat rolled through you, every nerve ending sparking to life. It was overwhelming, intense, and completely unexpected, and when the sensation finally crested, it left you boneless and breathless.

He gave you a moment to catch your breath, pressing a few soft kisses against your skin as you blinked up at the ceiling, your heart pounding in your ears. Finally, he lifted his head, resting his chin lightly against your hip as he looked up at you, his grin now warm and a little too proud.

“What’s that look for?” you asked, as you fought to steady your voice.

“Nothing,” he said, but the sparkle in his eyes said otherwise.

When it was your turn to take control, you didn’t hesitate – not because you weren’t nervous (oh, you were), but because he had ignited something competitive in you. You flipped the roles with a little more enthusiasm than grace, pushing him onto his back and sliding down just far enough to see the way his expression shifted from confident to wide-eyed in an instant.

“You’re squirming,” you pointed out, grinning as you hovered over him.

“Yeah, well,” he said, swallowing hard, his voice taking on a breathy edge that made your cheeks heat. “I don’t exactly hate it.”

His hands found your hair, firm but hesitant, like he wasn’t sure whether to guide you or let you figure it out. That flicker of uncertainty in his otherwise unshakable confidence was a rush all its own, and you couldn’t resist leaning in, testing the waters with a teasing press of your lips.

When you finally took all of him in your mouth, his sharp intake of breath sent a thrill through you, even as your own nerves were jangling. You took your time, trying to find a rhythm, listening closely to the soft sounds he couldn’t quite suppress.

“Not – oh,” he started, his voice breaking on the word. His hands tensed on your hair, fingers flexing, and you couldn’t help but smile around him, the movement making him groan.

“Not fair,” he muttered, his voice tight but laced with a laugh that was almost disbelieving.

“Mmf,” you mumbled, trying to answer. You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow, but your mouth was still otherwise occupied. Whatever you were trying to say came out garbled, and his laugh turned breathless.

“Okay, what?” he asked, tilting his head to look down at you, his grin equal parts adoring and amused.

You tried again, this time letting go long enough to say, “Fair’s overrated.” But before you could get the words out properly, his hips shifted under you, and you couldn’t stop the surprised little noise that escaped you.

“Fair’s... overrated,” you managed, your voice muffled but determined.

He let out a soft, shaky laugh, his head tipping back against the pillow. 

The way his whole body reacted, every little twitch and stuttered breath was feeding your confidence. You leaned into it, testing your own boundaries, boundaries you hadn’t even realized you wanted to cross, until his groan melted into a laugh.

“Alright,” he said after a moment, his voice ragged but tinged with amusement. “Now you’re just showing off.”

You pulled back slightly, wiping at your lips with the back of your hand as you looked up at him. “Maybe,” you said, grinning as you tilted your head to meet his gaze.

The grin he gave you in return was crooked, lazy, and completely disarming. “You’re way too good at this,” he murmured, his voice softening. 

“Okay,” you said, breathless. “How do we... do this?”

He shifted, positioning himself above you, his hands braced on either side of your shoulders as he looked between you and the tangled mess of limbs you’d somehow become. “Uh, I think we’re supposed to know this part?”

“You’d think,” you shot back, biting your lip to keep from laughing again as he adjusted slightly.

The first attempt position was straightforward, a classic, but something wasn’t clicking. You both froze halfway through, his face hovering above yours as he raised an eyebrow.

“Is this... okay?” he asked, his voice soft but a little uncertain.

You tilted your head, considering it. “I mean, it’s fine, but –”

“Fine?” He feigned offense, pulling back with an exaggeratedly wounded look.

You snorted, nudging him playfully with your knee. “I didn’t mean you, I meant – this! It’s not quite... you know.”

“Okay, okay,” he said, holding up a hand like he was calling a timeout. “We’ll try something else.”

The second attempt involved a lot of shuffling, some trial-and-error, and more than a few awkward laughs. At one point, his elbow slipped, and he nearly face-planted into your shoulder.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, as he tried to stabilize himself.

“You good down there?” you teased, fighting the urge to dissolve into giggles.

“Barely,” he admitted, his grin returning as he shifted again. “Alright, let’s think – there’s gotta be a better way.”

After another failed attempt, you both collapsed onto the bed, laughing so hard you could barely breathe. “This is a disaster,” you said between giggles, wiping at your eyes.

“Hey, don’t give up on me yet,” Alejandro said, propping himself up on one elbow. “I think I’ve got an idea.”

“Oh?” you asked, skeptical but intrigued as he sat up, his eyes thoughtful.

“Yeah,” he said, moving back into position. He reached for your leg, lifting it carefully until your knee was bent at a sharp angle. “What about... this?”

You blinked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Ale, what are you doing?”

“Just trust me,” he said, his grin widening.

And somehow, against all odds, that worked. The moment he adjusted your leg, the angle shifted, and everything clicked into place. Your breath hitched as a bolt of something electric shot through you, and judging by the way Alejandro froze, his grip tightening slightly, he felt it too.

“Wait,” he said, his voice a mix of surprise and awe. “That’s –”

“Yeah,” you cut in, nodding quickly. “That’s good. Really good.”

He let out a shaky laugh, his head dropping forward for a moment before he met your eyes again, his grin returning full force. “Told you I knew what I was doing.”

“Don’t get cocky,” you teased, though your breathlessness undercut the jab.

“Too late,” he said, his tone softening as he found a rhythm that made your toes curl. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” you managed, though it came out a little broken as the intensity built.

The teasing slowed, replaced by murmured encouragements and soft gasps as you both found a really good rhythm. You lost track of time, the moment stretching out until you both hit your peak together, a shared rush that left you dazed.

When it was over, Alejandro slumped beside you, his arm draped lazily across your stomach as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Okay,” he said, “So that happened.”

“Yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’ as you turned your head to look at him.

He looked at you, his grin softening. “You good?”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You?”

“Yeah,” he said, rolling onto his side to face you. “I mean, unless you’re gonna roast me for, like, the next decade.”

“Oh, I absolutely am,” you said, your laugh breaking the tension.

“Fair,” he said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “But for the record, this was... nice. You’re nice.”

“Don’t make it weird,” you said, but your voice was warm, and so was the way you leaned into his touch.

“Too late,” he teased, pulling you closer.

[vicolette]

Even If !

– A/N : my pretty princess💕💕

– Warning : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, js pure fluff… nvm there MIGHT be smth suggestive that Alejandro says but idk if it’s that bad, sorry!, biting (into necks)

"Y/n?"

A low hum came from your mouth as your focus was still on your phone, lazily laid down beside your boyfriend of one year – Alenjadro Balde. He has gotten a day off (or he skipped work just to spend it with you), but it was horrible weather, so you both opted to stay at home.

"Would you still love me, even if I was a worm?"

"Mhm…" His giggle made you snap out of your little trance, taking a moment to think before the realization dawned upon you about what he had just said. "Can you repeat that?"

"Would you still love me, even if I was a worm?" The glare that you had given him made his heart shatter into tons of pieces, a gasp leaving his mouth when he saw how you shook your head.

"No?!" At that moment, you realized that you should have just agreed and move on, just to avoid his dramatic reaction. After all, your boyfriend was rather… expressive, to say the least.

"Nope." And back to your phone you went, but he had other plans. Both arms were now wrapped around your waist as he pulled your chest against his back, hiding his face in your shoulder as he fake-cried.

"You don’t love me anymore…"

"Who said I loved you?" You had to refrain yourself from chuckling when you heard another gasp, trying to return your attention to your phone as you scrolled through Instagram, yet it seemed to be impossible with his dramaticness.

After a moment of silence, he seemingly calmed down as he snuggled up closer to you, as if he wanted to be a part of you. Or so you thought.

"Would you love me, even if I was a tree?" The expression of disgust on your face wasn't seeable, but you could still hear Alejandro giggle about it.

"No."

"But trees give you air! Well, not really, but they commit Photosynthesis! So, basically–" As he continued to yap and rant about whatever, you gently massaged his nape, feeling tired from the long and exhausting day. Balde, sensing that you were on the verge of sleep, thought of other silly things to say.

"And if I was a cockroach?" At that question, you immediately shook your head with a frown, making him laugh at how your fear of little insects seems to never disappear. "Then as a hoodie, right?"

"Hoodie?" Confusion washed over you as you wondered how he could have stumbled across this one specific thought, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. "Why that?"

"I can keep you warm." Alejandro whispered as he then suddenly bit into your neck, making you yelp before you slapped him on his back, which earned one of his own laughter.

While you struggled, but still continued, to lecture him on his 'biting-you-randomly' habit, he playfully rolled his eyes and hummed in agreement sarcastically, completely oblivious to what you were saying. Just then, you realized why he had wanted to be your hoodie.

You were wearing his hoodie.

A shaky sigh came from you as you tried to remain very serious and calm about it, but once Alejandro noticed this, he tried to bite you again. In response to that, you placed a hand on his forehead and pushed him away, making him frown before he realized that he could now admire you like this.

"You as beautiful as a Renaissance painting." You visibly raised your eyebrows at his sudden choice of compliment, but you'd be lying if you would say that it wasn't anything serious for you. Even if he was quite annoying at times, his words didn’t stop you from staring at him and make your heart melt.

"You're certainly… creative."

"I know, gorgeous."

– A/N : at school rn, why is this so short… also I didn’t post anything yesterday?? Sorry for that🌚🌚

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Can you pleasee do where the reader (his gf) and Balde are doing matching outfits a week long and they're posting it on social media (basically soft launching) and fans go crazy about it then at the end of the week one big hard launch😌🫶

Yourusername added to their story

Story Caption: When I'm with you

I fall deeper in love

Swingin'

This feeling is the one thing my heart is sure of

💕💕

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2 weeks later……

Alejandrobalde added to their story

Story Caption: 🙈❤️

Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde The Pack🐺🖤

fan1 Boy, you know nobody gaf about Vegas💀 🤦‍♀️Who was that in your story!?!?😝

fan2 Right!! He’s acting like I didn’t have a heart attack when I saw it😭😭

Ronaldaraujo_4 Always a great time with these guys

Alejandrobalde Always🖤

Pablogavi Thanks for the invite❤️

Ronaldaraujo_4 You can’t even drink, aren’t you like 12?

fan3 I wish I could be friends with the Barca boys! They seem so fun 🥲

fan4 They do!

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Yourusername added to their story

Ansufati sent you a message on Instagram

Ansufati What’s all this undercover stuff for. We’re not detectives

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😌

Ansufati Ok but we all know who this is

Yourusername Private, not a secret 😒

Ansufati🫣

Alejandrobalde posted on his story

Story Caption: 🥰

Ansufati Jesus, you too

Alejandrobalde …….

Ansufati Private not a secret🙄

Y’all cute though. Always matching 🙈

Wish I could see your faces.

Together.

In one photo.

Alejandrobalde💀

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Yourusername added 2 photos to their 🥰💕 highlight

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Alejandrobalde posted for the first time in a while

Alejandrobalde 1 year down, infinite more to go

Pedri woah! me and who?😹

fan4 HARD LAUNCH TIME !!!🚀

fan1 1 year! Like a whole year? Where have I been

fan2 Must’ve been around the time since that Paris trip last year, that’s when she first posted him

Ansufati You mean she posted the back of his head🙄

fan1 OmG?😭

Joaofelix79 Young love 🥹🥰❤️

Lamineyamal Who invited gramps?

fan5 love this for them

Yourusername NOOO! You beat me to it😭🫶🏾

Alejandrobalde Couldn’t hold my love in any longer 😅❤️

Lamineyamal I’m going to throw up

[baldeslut]

finally this boy is getting more fics !!!!! saw that you want fluff ones... reader has to work all night, but balde wanted to be close to her, so he spent the night sitting next to they (or even lying on their lap almost asleep 🥺), trying not to get in their way

My boy

It was your last big exam for this semester and you needed a good study, even if that meant staying up all night and not being beside your boyfriend. You made yourself a cup of coffee as you started to study. Alejandro called across the hallway

“Amor lets sleep noww” he said while slightly whining.

“I wish, but i really need to study Ale.. just for one night promise”

Leaning against your chair, you saw his head peep out of the walls as he ran across the hallway to see you.

“If your not sleeping, im not sleeping” Alejandro snapped.

“Please get some rest, at least on my bed bebé”

Alejandro sighed as he looked at you while pouting. He left the room as i said goodnight to him on the way out. Suddenly, he came back with one of his chairs, placing it beside you to watch you work. His head turned as he smiled at me, you re-adjusted your glasses as you got your eyes glues back to the computer. A weight was put onto your shoulder as you look to see his head leant onto you.

“Im going to watch you work, i want to be beside you amor”

He wrapped his arms around you as typed. You were studying for your English exam worth almost your whole English mark. The room was silent, he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Hey i know that too!” Alejandro blurted. His English wasn’t bad, it was decent. But you giggled at his remark as he looked up at you. It was 11:45 pm and it started to stress you out a little bit. You pulled away from your computer as you stretched your arms, yawning.

“Hey hey, im here ok. Please don’t stress, you know it scares me”

Alejandro knew just how to comfort you in situations like this, but he was quite childish whenever it happened, he was always “scared”. You dropped on your bed for a break as he lied down beside you. He caressed my cheek as he pulled in to kiss you, his legs wrapped around you as his lips touched your. What felt like hours, you rose up from the bed as he followed you back to your chair. His legs were curled up on the chair as he pushed his chair closer to yours, leaning into the crook of your neck. His hair grazed your skin as you giggled from the feeling. He listened to you whispering to yourself as you worked, it was like a bedtime story to him. Soon enough his eyes were fluttering as he dozed off to sleep, his little breathes against your skin felt comforting to you.

1:25 am. Your stood up from your chair as you finished your last set of notes. Alejandro felt your presence leave almost immediately as he got up too. His eyes looked tired as a smile grew on his face to see you wide awake. He scooped you up as he brought you to the balcony of the apartment, seeing the view of Barcelona from above. The lights illuminated against his huge brown eyes as they looked like shiny orbs staring into you. He was so beautiful not to look at.

“Im so lucky to have you bebé, i love you soooo much”

“I love you more” you say

He kissed you on the nose as both of you watched the cozy night lights of Barcelona. <33

A/N shorter blurb bc i didnt feel like writing too much </3 hope u enjoyed :))

[n0vazsq]

Undercover | Alejandro Balde x Reader

pairing . . . alejandro balde x rma!femenino!reader

summary . . . Playing with the Real Madrid women's team, you were known for being a talented youngster, and also for being pretty and kind. Until now, your relationship with Alejandro has been a secret for over a year, but when a mysterious document leaks all your messages and photos together, everything starts to fall apart

request . . . yes!! based on this request!

word count . . . 2.1k+

warnings . . . kind of angsty? bad (?) teammates, stalking if you blink, overreactive media / journalists, leaked documents / pictures / messages / contracts

faceclaim . . . N/A

alexavia yaps . . . smh its not as long as i wanted it to be but like its still longish?? idk but yeah i hope you enjoy!! anyway ignore how the clubs are in two different cities i forgot abt that until like halfway in ALSO idk wtf the warnings are

. . . The sound of the bouncing ball slowly faded away as you walked off the pitch, the scent of the freshly cut grass left behind. You hummed quietly as you listened to the sound of your shoes squeaking against the floor, the coolness of the water bottle causng shivers to rise on your skin.

Training had just finished, and it was quite intense, but you weren't tired. In fact, you were basically bouncing on the balls of your feet, all because your boyfriend was here to pick you up.

Your teammates were chatting, laughter filling the air as your grabbed your things from the blue locker. Checking your phone, a smile formed on your lips at some messages from Alejandro, asking you how training was.

After sending him a brief reply, you quickly lock your screen, checking around to see if anyone saw. And to your luck, your teammates were distracted by something else on the other side of the room.

Waving them goodbye, you head outside, the blazing afternoon sun bathing you in warmth as you lock eyes with your boyfriend. He's waiting in his car, and as he sees you approach, he rolls down the window and shoots you a quick wink.

You roll your eyes, but can't help but give up to the growing smile on your face, his gaze making your heart flutter. The warmth of his hand brushes against yours when you get into the seat, the familiar scent of his cologne filling the space.

Tonight was special, a private celebration of your contract extension, just the two of you. Alejandro's hand rests on the gear shift, fingers occasionally brushing against yours, a casual, almost subconscious gesture.

The drive is peaceful, the hum of the engine blending with the soft melody playing through the speakers. The city lights flicker past in a blur, neon signs reflecting against the windshield. He drums his fingers lightly against the steering wheel, a small smile playing on his lips as he glances at you.

"You’re quiet," he notes, tilting his head slightly. "Tired?"

You shake your head, watching as the familiar roads pass by. "Just thinking."

"About?"

You hesitate before replying, "Just…how nice this is."

He doesn’t say anything, but the way his grip on your hand tightens just slightly makes your stomach flutter.

As Alejandro pulls up into the quiet lookout, he lets out a small sigh and parks the car, all while holding your hand. The place is scenic, hidden from the world but with an amazing view, the orange hues from the sunset casting a glow over you.

The conversation between you is effortless, full of jokes and teasing. Your stomach ached from laughing, your cheeks numb from the smile on your face. You watched as the sunset disappeared into the night, the orange light turning into grey, the glow of the streelights soft and bright.

You shivered slightly, the cold night wind washing over you. Of course, Ale noticed, and then your stomach filled with butterflies at the weight of his warm jacket when he drapes it over your shoulders.

He let out a soft smile as you put your head on his shoulder, his hand tracing small circles on your bicep. The comfort in his presence was obvious, you felt safety and happiness, like this secret is something that belongs only to the two of you.

You pretended to not notice the way he looks at you when you weren't paying attention, not notice the way your cheeks flushed when he brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear, not notice the way he unconciously held you tighter everytime you both heard a noise. This felt like a night you'd want to live in forever.

After a long night, Alejandro drops you off at home near midnight, the wide grin never leaving his face as you climbed out the car and waved goodbye. You've sat in bed for a while, trying to sleep with a soft smile tugging at your lips, you really didn't know what you'd do without him.

The morning sun filters through your curtains as you stretch, muscles still slightly sore from training but mind still lingering on the night before. Your phone buzzes beside you. A message from Alejandro.

Buenos dias, hermosa. Sleep well?

You smile, thumbs hovering over the keyboard before you respond. Slept great. You?

As you go through your routine; brushing your hair, pulling on your training gear, lacing up your shoes, everything feels light, easy. Even stepping into the training facility, the usual scent of sweat and fresh grass greets you like home. But then… something feels off.

The air is different. Muted. Conversations cut off when you step inside. A few teammates glance up from their phones, exchanging unreadable looks before returning to their screens.

Something feels different, like there's a weight in the room no one is acknowledging. Maelle, your best friend on the team, comes up to you, looking hesitant. She looks around at the other teammates before speaking, her voice shaky.

"Hey, is this true?"

You blink at her. One time, two times, three times. What?

"This." She hesistates for a few second before she hands you her phone, the lighting bright and strike towards your eyes.

Your stomach knots as you take the phone from Maelle’s hand. The brightness of the screen is harsh against your eyes, and for a moment, you don’t understand what you’re looking at.

A photo. Alejandro’s car parked at the lookout, the two of you sitting inside. Another, his arm slung around your shoulders, his lips pressing to your temple.

Your throat tightens. Okay… this is weird, but maybe it’s just a random leak?

Then you scroll further. More pictures. Different days, different locations. Some from months ago. Some from nights you barely remember; private moments that were never meant to be seen. And then, at the bottom of the document, a contract. The emblem of Barcelona. The emblem of Madrid.

Your fingers tremble as you scan the words. Your name. Alejandro's name. A clause discussing disclosure.

The room tilts. The realization sinks in slowly, painfully. It hits you like a fast incoming train; someone exposed everything.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears, the world spinning around you. Maelle places a gentle hand in your arm, grounding you. *"I wanted to tell you before coach did." she said softly against your ear, but you didn't pay her words any attention. Everything was too much, too overwhelming.

You clutch your necklace against your chest, an engravement of you and Ale's intials together, with the phrase Forever and Always. All you can feel is the thumping of your heart, beating against your chest, what once felt like a comfortable safe sign of love was now a cold metal dagger piercing your heart.

The locker room feels suffocating, the weight of everything pressing down on you, unabling you to breathe. Your hands are shaking, sweat forming at the palms as you try to stumble out the locker room. The glances of your teammates weigh you down, the feeling getting too much.

Your phone won’t stop buzzing. The vibrations rattle against the bench, flashing notifications lighting up the screen. Your stomach churns.

You press a hand against your forehead, trying to think, trying to breathe, but everything feels too much. The fluorescent lights are too bright. The air is too thick. The glances from your teammates feel like weights pressing down on your chest.

Someone mutters your name, but you can’t process it. Your fingers clench around the phone, nails digging into the metal. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

Get out.

You stumble toward the door, feet moving on autopilot. The second you're outside, the cool air hits you, but it does nothing to stop the nausea rising in your throat. Your phone is still buzzing. Your hands are still shaking.

Alejandro.

The dial tone feels like it lasts forever, seconds feeling like hours, each passing moment a stab to your heart. The moment he picks up, his voice fills the area and you can't help but let out a shaky breath.

"Hermosa, are you alright? What's happening?"

Managing out a few hurried breathes, you swallow the lump in your throat before finally speaking. Your voice is one you don't recognise, hoarse and shaky.

"Ale…. they know."

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[soccerwag]

heyy it's me againn. really love your alejandro balde imagine soo could you do toxic relationship + angst with him ?? 🤍🤍

Yes I can love ☺️🫶🏼

(Not my gif, credits to creator)

Burning Flame

Pairing: balde x reader

Summary: you and blade have been dating since before he joined the first team. Your relationship was on and off but you couldn’t help but feel the last burn of the shared flame.

Warnings: cursing, yelling, manipulation, angst, bad ending

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Y/N’s POV

It was currently 3 in the afternoon. You were sitting on your couch waiting for Alejandro to come home from training. Recently you and Alejandro have been fighting more frequently. He’s never home when he says he would be, he’s been making plans without informing you and so forth.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t anxious for him to come home. You knew another fight was going to take place and you don’t even know if you can handle another one. You’d been considering breaking up with him a lot more recently. Especially after the fight where he kicked you out of the house and you had to find a cheap run down hotel to stay at since he wouldn’t give you your belongings either.

You guys used to have an amazing relationship but it seems either the stress or the same had gotten to his head. He sees himself as better than you now, always comparing you to other girls he’s come across but you so dearly wanted him to change, you wanted him to go back to the guy you fell in love with but as time went on you started to doubt it and your relationship together.

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It had now been 2 hours since the time he said he’d be home. You knew he wasn’t going to come home when he said he would but you wanted to believe you’d for once he wrong. It was your breaking point. You were tired of feeling used, tired of feeling like you meant nothing to him anymore. You were a person too and deserved just as much respect as you gave to him.

You walked to you and his shared bedroom before grabbing your suit case. You were done. You started to grab your clothes and fold them neatly into your suit case. You were so engulfed in your thoughts and your tears that you didn’t hear Alejandro walk in.

“Amor!” He yelled but you didn’t pay any attention.

You knew what he wanted, he wanted your attention, your body, your kind words to boost his ego while he destroyed yours. You were willing to give it this time.

“What are you doing? Why are you packing, we aren’t going anywhere?” He asked in confusion when he walked in and saw what you was doing.

You turned around, eyes red and cheeks puffy.

“You’re not going anywhere I am.” You said bluntly.

“What do you mean?” He asked again confused.

“I’m tired of your antics, I’m tired of feeling like I’m alone when I have a boyfriend, I’m tired of you taking advantage of my kindness, I’m tired of all this bullshit Alejandro!” You scream at him, not being able to compose yourself anymore.

“You can’t leave me! I love you and you know that! Is this about me going to hangout with friends and not coming straight home?! My life doesn’t revolve around you Y/n!” He yelled back.

He tried walking to you, tried to hug you but you shoved him away.

“YOU’RE NEVER FUCKING HOME ALEJANDRO, YOU NEVER THINK ABOUT ME IT’S LIKE I’M NOT EVEN HERE ANYMORE SO LET ME LEAVE LET ME FREE YOUR LIFE OF HAVING ME IN IT LET ME REMOVE A FUCKING BURDEN FROM YOU.” You were full on screaming at the top of your lungs now, tears falling hot and fast. You didn’t care to put things in neatly anymore you just shoved it all in and zipped up your suitcase.

“I LOVE YOU THOUGH HOW DO YOU NOT SEE THAT, WITHOUT ME YOU’D BE NOTHING, WHY ARE YOU BEING SUCH A PUTA GOD ITS LIKE NOTHING I DO IS ENOUGH FOR YOU, WHAT ABOUT THE FAMILY WE PLANNED WHAT ABOUT ALL THE NIGHTS I STAYED UP WITH YOU WHEN YOUR PARENTS DIED I’VE RISKED SO MUCH FOR YOU.” He screamed before trying to trap me in the bedroom.

I grabbed my suitcase and shoved through him, heading to the front door.

“Well now you don’t have to worry, you won’t have to risk anything else for me because we’re done, the burning flame has now burnt it’s last flame.” You said before walking out and never turning back.

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A/N: I know it’s short but I hope this fulfilled your balde angst cravings. 🫶🏼

[strawberryblue-blog]

Period —FC BARCELONA.

summary: barca's boys reacting to your period when it is annoying or painful.

warnings: none. mention of the menstrual period, reaction, angst, pain, discomfort, cute/soft.

words count: +1.3k.

💌: Masterlist.

Pedri González.

When you tell him you got your period, the first thing he does is drop everything he was doing to become your special supplier. "Give me five minutes, I'm going to the store," he says as he quickly puts on his shoes.

You know it's over the top, but you can't help but smile. He returns with your favorite brand of pads or tampons, a couple of chocolates, chamomile tea, a hot water bottle and whatever else you've been craving.

"I know chocolate doesn't cure everything, but I thought it would help," he says as she arranges things on the table and hands them to you with a smile. "I got you, love."

Ferran Torres.

He knows that during your period you prefer to stay in bed or on the couch, so he takes the reins of the kitchen and the housework so you can rest.

"I know you don't feel like moving, so let me do you something tasty," he says as he puts on an apron. You hear him fiddling around in the kitchen, looking for ingredients and following a recipe that he clearly struggles with, but insists on finishing.

"It's made with love, even though it didn't come out so pretty," he says as he serves you a hot dish. The aroma and his effort comfort you more than you expected. Maybe later you help him clean up so you can finally snuggle in bed and receive a lot of his affection.

Pablo Gavi.

When he sees you squirming on the couch, he carefully approaches you and asks, "Do you want me to hold you?" Perhaps a bit fearfully so as not to disturb you or invade your space (or your sudden mood swings)

When you agree, Pablo will take you. You settle against him, and his arms wrap around you like a warm shelter. No matter how long it takes, he doesn't move or complain, even when you change positions several times.

He will walk you to and from the bathroom, comfort you, lift you up, help you. If you need to talk, he listens; if you remain silent, he simply gives you little kisses on your hair and makes sure you are comfortable.

Fermín López.

He finds you in bed complaining about colic and tiredness. He would be very sorry to see you go through something like this, so Fermín wouldn't leave you alone for a second.

He sits beside you, carefully, strokes your hair and says in a soft voice: "You can handle this, you're much stronger than you think. But let me do anything for you, I can cook, make your bed, bathe you, anything. I'm here for you."

He holds your hand, and his presence is enough to make you feel that you are not alone. Every once in a while, he says something funny or sweet to lift your spirits.

Alejandro Balde.

"Let's get distracted," he tells you as you look for something to watch together. He'll do anything to make you forget you're on your period.

He lets you choose absolutely everything: the movie, the series, even the snacks you're going to share or even if you just want to lie on his chest and rest. If you decide to play something on the console, it doesn't matter if you're terrible at the game; he makes sure you have fun. He'll even talk your ear off so you don't suffer.

"Today is your day, there are no rules. What else do you want to do?" he says, willing to go along with all your decisions.

Héctor Fort.

When he sees you doubled over in pain, he disappears for a moment and returns with a glass of water, a painkiller and a hot compress, what did he ever see you do to yourself.

"This should help you," he says as he helps you put the compress on your belly. He himself will pat your belly or hug your legs to help you. Then, he stays by your side to make sure the pain subsides.

If he sees you are uncomfortable, he adjusts the pillows or brings you more blankets without you having to ask. He would go to the store or make pastries (your favorite), all for you during this annoying period.

Lamine Yamal.

He sees you in a bad mood or on the verge of tears and decides to change your mood with a touch of humor. He takes everything with humor and of course he was going to do it for you when you need it the most.

"If your uterus could talk, I bet it would tell me to shut up but you are an angel" , he says with a smile. Then he starts making up stories or making jokes that make you laugh in spite of everything, he would pretend to fall down, snore, etc.

"See, you're the only person who laughs at my bad jokes. I'm sure that means you love me more than your hot tea." I'd say when you unexpectedly laugh together with him and almost forget about your period. Your goal in life, fulfilled.

Pau Cubarsí.

There are days when you don't need words or grandiose actions, and he knows it. He sits next to you in silence, watching you carefully. If you need something, he does it without you having to ask.

If he sees you are uncomfortable, he adjusts your pillow, brings you a blanket, or simply puts his hand in yours to let you know he is there. His caresses are soft and gentle, he cares for you as if you were fragile and delicate and maybe that's because you are. But Pau is even more so.

You would spend it in bed, him hugging your belly while your favorite series is on in the background. You can laugh or cry, you can moan, sweat, get dizzy, ache or anything but Pau is there. Hugging you like a slug.

[insidekatmind]

Nightmare-Alejandro Balde

It was a quiet night in Barcelona, but for Alejandro Balde, sleep wasn’t as peaceful. He was tossing and turning in bed, sweating, his hair disheveled, his heart racing. A nightmare was tormenting him, a dream that was slowly eating him alive.

In the dream, you and he were together, just like always, but something was wrong. He watched you slowly pulling away, your face sad, and your hands slipping from his. In the confusion, he saw another man. A man who was smiling at you, looking at you with tenderness, and holding your hand.

"I can’t… I can’t lose you..." he mumbled in the dream, but you, with a sorrowful look, turned away and walked toward that other man.

"I’m sorry, Alejandro," you said. "I need someone else."

The dream dissolved quickly, but the pain was intense. Alejandro woke up suddenly, trembling, his eyes filled with tears. His breath was erratic, as if he had run for miles. He looked beside him, searching for you, and found you peacefully asleep.

His heart wouldn’t calm down, and the thought of losing you was tearing him apart. Without making a sound, he got out of bed and sat on the edge, hiding his face in his hands.

The sound of your voice made him lift his head. You were waking up, and as soon as you noticed something was wrong, you immediately approached him.

"Love, what’s going on?" you asked gently, stroking his back. "Why are you so upset?"

His lips trembled as he tried to explain. "I had a nightmare... a horrible dream... you... you were leaving me for another man."

Tears filled Alejandro’s eyes, and he couldn’t hide the pain anymore. You hugged him tightly, as if you wanted to make him feel safe, that nothing like that would ever happen.

"I’m sorry, I love you so much," he said between sobs. "I don’t want to lose you."

Calmly and lovingly, you stroked his hair. "Shh, Alejandro, my love, you don’t need to worry," you whispered softly. "I will never leave you. No matter what happens, I’ll always be here with you."

His hands gripped yours tightly, as if he wanted to make sure you were really there, that it was just a dream, a bad dream.

"I trust you," he finally said, trying to calm down, but his heart was still racing.

You lay down next to him, your hands holding his. "I’ll never leave you, Alejandro," you promised, looking into his eyes with sweetness. "I’m here for you, today, tomorrow, and always. There’s no one else, just you."

Alejandro held you close, feeling your reassuring presence. After a while, his breathing slowed, but his heart still carried the weight of that fear.

The next morning, the sun was just rising, and despite the comfort of the night, Alejandro still seemed worried. You woke up before him and found him staring at the ceiling, his hands intertwined.

"I still feel strange," he said in a low voice. "That dream... it shook me."

You sat beside him, gently stroking his face. "Love, a dream is just a dream. Reality is different, you know that. I love you, and there’s no one else beside me."

Alejandro looked at you, seeking comfort in your eyes. "I know... but sometimes I’m afraid of losing you."

"It will never happen," you responded confidently, placing a hand on his heart. "I am yours, Alejandro. Always. And I promise there will never be anyone who could take your place."

He smiled at you, although still a little tense. "Thank you, my love. You make me feel safe."

You leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. "And I’ll always be here, I promise."

Despite the nightmare, Alejandro felt better. And even though he still carried the weight of the fear, he knew that your love was the most important thing, and it would never change.

[httpsdana]

I saw that ur doing a fake-dating trope for pau but i think it would work so well for alejandro too 😭😭 maybe him and the read r both in la masia and he wants to get his family to stop pestering him about his partying habits so he convinces the reader to go along with it

Too Real~Alejandro Balde

・❥・prompt list

・❥・ masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who i write for

・❥・a/n: this will be my last post till the middle of march when i finish my finals 🫶🏻

“Fake date? Really?” y/n almost rolled her eyes at Alejandro’s words.

“Please. I just need my parents to get off my back for a while. They think all I do is go to parties and hang out with random girls,” he said.

y/n gave him a pointed look. “But that’s what you’re doing,”

He let out a sigh, his hands flopping by his sides. Then he looked down at her, his eyes pleading.

“Just one dinner. I promise it wouldn’t be bad. I really need you to do this to me,” he said, not breaking eye contact. The intensity of his gaze made her look away.

“And what do I get from all this?” she raised her eyebrows, making his face light up with hope.

“Anything you want,” he said with a smile.

“Can we get ice cream after that dinner,” she said, making him chuckle with an amused smile.

“I just gave you the chance to ask for whatever you want and you want ice cream?” he didn’t hide his amusement, his eyes looking softly at her.

Her cheeks flushed from the look of his eyes, trying to bite back a smile.

“Well yes, what did you expect?” she said

He shrugged. “I don’t know, but not this”

“Well I’m a simple girl who loves ice cream” she responded

“Which is why I chose you for this . My parents will love you,” he replied, reminding her about their main topic here.

“right…” she murmured, kind of regretting her decision but there was no turning back now.

“Don’t worry, preciosa. If you feel uncomfortable, we can leave as soon as we get there,” he suggested, making her nod.

Maybe this fake date can make him notice the crush she has had on him for so long now.

y/n let out a sigh as she glanced at herself in the mirror one last time. She made sure to look as good as possible, without making it seem that she’s trying too hard. A mid-length black dress that showed just enough skin, with thin straps and matching heels. Fixing her lipstick one last time, she took a deep breath as her phone rang on the nightstand.

Alejandro’s name appeared, making her heart skip a beat as she hit accept quickly.

“Hello?” she said nervously, her voice shaky.

“Hola preciosa, I’m almost at your house. Are you done, or do you need more time?” he asked.

“uh…No I'm finished,” she mumbled, not trusting her voice much.

“Don't be nervous. I’ll be by your side all evening,” His voice broke the silence. She didn’t know why but the softness in his words made her nerves ease a bit.

They hung up as Alejandro arrived, while she sprayed her perfume and got her purse, rushing down to open the door.

Alejandro stood there, wearing a full black suit with a bouquet of red roses. His eyes raked her body, taking in every detail of her before looking at her face.

She never felt more thankful that her makeup wouldn't show how flushed her face felt

“Hola hermosa,” he said, his voice charming like always.

“hey,” she murmured, suddenly finding more interest in the heels she was wearing

“These are for you,” he handed her the roses, watching how her face twisted in confusion.

“that's the least I could do for you,” he shrugged. “and my mom would kill me if she found out i picked up my ‘girlfriend’ without bringing her her favorite flowers”

She had so many questions. So many that the only one she managed to ask was, “how did you know I love roses?”

Alejandro grinned proudly, his smile wide.

“oh i remember you mentioned it before at one of the team dinners back in the day,” he said so casually.

Her heart leaped in her chest at his little confession. He remembered that?

“Come on gorgeous, we can't keep them waiting for too long,” he snapped her out of her thoughts.

She quickly placed the roses in some water and followed Alejandro to his car.

The drive to the restaurant was silent. She was too anxious to say a thing, to the point where Alejandro thought he had done something to upset her.

As they reached their destination, Alejandro got out of his seat and to her side of the door, opening it for her and helping her out of the car.

“You look breathtaking,” he whispered in her ear, before reaching down and intertwining their fingers. Her face burned from the compliment and all she could do was give him a small smile.

“take a deep breath. you'll be fine,” he mumbled, pressing a small kiss on her hair and starting to make their way inside, his hand never leaving hers.

The waiter led them to their table, where his parents and brother were sitting.

Alejandro watched her hesitation as she looked at his family. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before speaking

“This is y/n. My girlfriend,” he introduced. She gave them a soft smile reaching over to shake his mom’s hand at first, giving her the two traditional cheek kisses.

“When Ale told me you were beautiful I didn’t imagine you this gorgeous,” his mom said. And before she had the chance to look at Alejandro he cleared his throat.

“Let’s sit down shall we?” He moved a chair for her, helping her sit down before settling next to her.

“So tell us y/n, how did you and Alejandro meet?” his dad asked before sipping out of his glass of wine.

“Oh we were at La Masia together,” she answered politely

“You’re a football player too? How interesting,” his brother looked impressed, making her blush slightly.

“Yeah I’m still at Barca, not a starter like this one here though,” she nudged Alejandro with her shoulder, making him chuckle.

“You’ll get your chance, preciosa,” he murmured, making her smile softly at his words.

Dinner was surprisingly easy. Alejandro’s family was warm and welcoming, and y/n found herself enjoying their company more than she expected.

His mother was kind, always asking about her family. His father was a bit more reserved, but his questions were thoughtful.

And his brother? His brother was just like him; making jokes that had her laughing despite her nerves.

But what made the evening feel different, special, was Alejandro himself.

From the moment they sat down, he was all over her in ways that were subtle yet impossible to ignore.

His hand rested on the back of her chair as he played with some strands of her hair, his fingers brushing against her neck.

Then his fingers brushed over hers when she reached for the menu. And as the dinner continued, he grew bolder.

His hand casually found her thigh under the table, his thumb stroking lazy circles against her skin.

And the kisses.

They were brief, soft. Just enough to make her heart race.

A quick peck on her temple when his mom complimented how beautiful she was. A soft kiss to her shoulder as he whispered something low in her ear, his lips barely brushing her skin.

And the one that almost made her melt was the gentle kiss on her knuckles when his father asked about her football career, his dark eyes locking with hers in a way that felt far too real.

y/n knew they were supposed to be ‘pretending’, but Alejandro was making it so difficult.

“So, y/n,” his mother spoke up, pulling her out of her train of thoughts, “Ale told me you like to draw too. That must be exciting.”

y/n nodded, suddenly aware of Alejandro’s fingers still tracing patterns on her thigh. “Yeah, I draw in my free time. Haven’t had him model for me yet ” she nudged him playfully.

Alejandro smirked, tilting his head. “Maybe soon princesa.”

The way he said it so gently made her heart flutter.

His mom grinned at them. “I just love how supportive you are of each other. It’s beautiful.”

Alejandro’s grip on her hand tightened, and without hesitation, he lifted it to his lips, pressing a slow kiss to her fingers. “She’s easy to support,” he murmured. “She’s amazing.”

She swore she stopped breathing at his tone.

The rest of dinner was a blur. Between Alejandro’s lingering touches, his soft kisses, the way he constantly leaned in just to whisper in her ear, it felt like the most intimate date she had ever been on.

And the worst part?

She didn’t want it to end.

After dinner, Alejandro kept his promise. Ice cream. Just the two of them.

The little shop was quiet, the neon sign lighting over them as they leaned against his car, their cones in hand.

She was about to take a bite when Alejandro’s thumb brushed the corner of her lips.

“You had some right here,” he murmured, his touch lingering a second too long. He raised his thumb between his lips, licking the ice cream of his fingers.

Her breath hitched in her throat and she froze for a moment.

God, this didn’t feel fake at all.

Alejandro exhaled deeply, setting his ice cream down on the hood of his car. “y/n,” he started, his voice softer now, more serious.

She turned to look at him, heart pounding. “Yeah?”

He ran a hand over his hair, his eyes flickering between her lips and her eyes. “I need to tell you something.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, suddenly terrified of what he was about to say.

“I know I asked you to do this because of my parents,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I chose you for a reason.”

Her brows furrowed at his confession. “What do you mean?”

He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek. “I could’ve asked anyone, preciosa. But I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted you.”

Her heart stopped for a second.

“Alejandro…” he started, but he interrupted her by tracing her jawline with his thumb, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

“I’ve liked you for a long time. I just…I didn’t know how to say it. And when I saw you tonight, when we were with my family… it didn’t feel fake. Not for a second.”

She forgot how to breathe at the intimacy of his voice.

And before she could process what was happening, Alejandro leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. It wasn’t forced. It was gentle, full of everything he hadn’t been able to say before.

And when he pulled away, he couldn’t help but grin.

“I want this to be real.”

She smiled softly, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. “Then let’s make it real.”

Alejandro beamed at her, capturing her lips again in a kiss that tasted like vanilla ice cream and something else; something sweeter.

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[universefcb]

Putting salt in barca boys coffee as a prank headcanons?

Love u :))

↬❥ Salt and coffee

Barcelona Reaction

Synopsis: their reaction when you put salt in their coffee.

a/n: THIS TIME I DIDN'T FORGET MARC BERNAL!!!

REQUESTED

warnings: no.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

PABLO GAVI

He takes a sip and instantly spits it back into the cup, looking at you with wide eyes.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” he exclaims, with an expression of pure horror.

When he realizes it was a prank, he pretends to chase you around the house, saying he needs revenge. But in the end, it just tickles you and gives you a little kiss on the nose.

PEDRI GONZALEZ

He raises the cup to his mouth without suspecting anything, but as soon as the salty taste hits his tongue, he makes an adorable face. He wrinkles his nose and looks at you with a confused expression.

“Honey... What did you put here?” he asks, holding back a laugh.

When you admit it was a joke, he shakes his head, laughing. Then he pretends to be offended, but soon pulls you into a hug, saying that even though you sabotaged his coffee, he still loves you.

PAU CUBARSÍ

He takes a sip, and his expression goes through a rollercoaster of emotions: first surprise, then confusion, and finally, a small smile.

“I knew something was off,” he says, looking at the cup.

When you give in and confess to the prank, he chuckles softly, finding your sense of humor charming. Then, just to tease you, he says that maybe he'll start to doubt every coffee you make.

HECTOR FORT

As soon as the taste hits his mouth, he freezes, frowning. Then he looks straight at you.

“Did you put salt in here?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

You burst out laughing, and he just sighs in defeat. Deep down, he finds it adorable that you tried to prank him, but he promises to get revenge in a sweet way—maybe by stealing an unexpected kiss when you least expect it.

FERMÍN LÓPEZ

He drinks his coffee and makes such a funny face that you start laughing before he even says anything.

“Love… why do you hate me?” he says dramatically, placing his hand on his chest.

When you explain that it was just a prank, he pretends to be offended, but then pulls you into his arms and says that the only thing that can make up for this crime is a kiss.

ALEJANDRO BALDE

He takes a sip and immediately grimaces, eyeing you suspiciously.

“You... tried to poison me?” he jokes, pretending to be shocked.

When you start laughing, he can't help but laugh. In the end, he laughs along, saying that it was the worst thing he's ever had to drink, but that he still loves you — but now he's going to keep an eye on everything you put in his food.

LAMINE YAMAL

He takes a sip and, at the same time, starts coughing, making a hilarious face.

“But what is THIS?!” he complains, looking at the cup as if it were poison.

When you tell him it was a joke, he crosses his arms, pretending to be serious. But he can't hold back his laughter for long. In the end, he hugs you and says he's safe... for now.

MARC BERNAL

He drinks his coffee without complaining, trying to maintain his composure, but he is clearly suffering. You can see the effort he makes not to spit it all out.

“It’s... a little different today, isn’t it?” he says, trying to be polite.

When you tell him the truth, he laughs and ruffles your hair, saying he should have known better. Then he orders another coffee—this time, made the right way.

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[vicolette]

Painfully Cold !

– A/N : in honor of the weather getting warmer, I present to you this draft that I never bothered to post.

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n & pet names, not proofread, small suggestive joke at the end

"What’s wrong with you? You've been acting so weird ever since we left the house, and this was your idea!"

Alejandro came to a halt as he tilted his head to face you, seeing how you had half of your face covered with a scarf. When you gave him an overly-dramatic, surprised reaction, with your eyes widened and your mouth open, he rolled his eyes playfully.

"Just saying…" Once he had gestured you to hold hands with him, you reached out and merely touched him with a finger, when he froze in place and retreated his hand. "My god, are you cold!"

"What? It’s not my fault!" Your protest as you shook your head, made him raise an eyebrow, humming for a second before he gave it some thought. On the one hand, you would freeze his hands to death (Alejandro knew that he was being dramatic, but he seriously disliked the cold). However, on the other hand, you would hold his hand and not run away from him.

As he took some time to ponder about his decisions, fog left from his mouth when he had sighed afterwards, his hand searching yours in need of not being weird. Once Alejandro found your hand, he immediately warmed it up by stuffing it inside his pocket, walking closer as he glanced at you.

"You're starting to forget a lot of things, don’t ya think so?" A hint of sassiness lingered in his voice as he tried to prevent himself from grinning like a fool, yet as he watched you glare at him in response, he couldn’t help but smirk mischievously. "Grandma."

"Wha- what?!" The shock in your voice made him snicker as he lowered his head, shaking his head while you were still pouting at how sassy your boyfriend has become, knowing that you were definitely the cause of it. "I’m not a grandma."

"Uh huh, sure..."

"Alejandro!" The said person chuckled in response as he dragged you off somewhere, seemingly knowing where he was going. Your gloves were still on the kitchen table in your guys' apartment, so you couldn’t return back and then come back to continue this 'peaceful' walk.

After a few minutes of him making you follow him around the unfamiliar neighborhood for you, your mind slowly started to calm down at the sight of a garden full of flowers and huge trees shadowing over you. The place was quiet, undeniably so with nobody else around but you and Alejandro.

While you admired the fascinating garden in peace, your boyfriend’s attention was on something else, or rather someone else – you. There weren’t many moments when he could just forget about all the pressure and worries that came with being a professional football player, so he enjoyed every single passing second of this.

Your lips twitched as you raised your head to look up and watch the clouds on the sky, seeing how one resembled a heart in some way. However, once you pointed it out and turned your head to face him, you blushed in embarrassment at catching him stare at you.

"What are you doing?" Even though your words were meant to be teasing, Alejandro merely smirked at your lack thereof and followed your finger, seeing how you pointed at the sky. Moments passed by and soon enough, he raised his eyebrows in recognition.

"That looks like a di-"

"Don’t you dare finish that sentence."

– A/N : guys stan p1harmony for clear skin (I js found out abt them)

[blackgirlwhowrites2k23]

Heya! Can I pleaseee get a Balde one where he comes to visit you unexpectedly in your uni dorm or flat and you have to try your best to hide him 🥲🫶

Summary: “When I dialed 6-1-1, Repair Service

She said, "Hello, may I help you please?"

I told her something must be wrong with my phone

'Cause my baby wouldn't hang up on me”

You’ve been caught up with preparations for your exams and you’ve put your phone on DND. You told your parents but you forgot to tell a certain someone. 

A/N: Thank you for the requests! More Balde is on the way !!! This one's also about 2,300 words which is more than I've written for the others so enjoy!

It was nearing midnight and your dorm room was shrouded in the dim glow of a desk lamp. The air was a mix of the vanilla-scented candle you'd lit (because who said studying couldn't have a hint of vanilla-scented goodness?), the heavy weight of late-night cramming that threatened to make you fall asleep, and the unmistakable anxiety that hung thick around these times. You were buried in textbooks and notes, fully immersed in the world of exam preparation; it was like a battlefield, and each page you turned was a strategic move. Your desk was a war room, scattered with the casualties of highlighters and sticky notes. With a crucial test looming on the horizon, you had put your phone on "Do Not Disturb" mode all day in hopes of getting all your work done and fully being prepared for your upcoming finals. With your notifications silenced, the only sounds that reverberated through your dorm were the rustling of papers and the occasionally frustrated sigh that came from the depths of your soul and empty stomach.

You had made sure to inform your parents about your temporary digital escape, not wanting them to worry and assume something bad had happened–knowing them. Thoughts of a time when they'd practically filed a missing person report because you forgot to text back for a few hours came to the surface causing a soft smile to grace your features. You were glad you had people who worried about you. Speaking of people who worried about you, you had kinda forgotten to clue in a certain someone—Alejandro, your boyfriend. With a big game on the horizon for the star football player, the anticipation was probably cranking up his stress levels so you decided it best to let him be fully focused anyway. He’ll forgive you. You chuckled at the mental image of him panicking after receiving a missing person report from your parents after you two had spent the whole day together laughing and catching up.

As the clock ticked past midnight, you were in the trenches; engrossed in your notes, oblivious to the multiple missed calls and messages from Alejandro. 

Outside your door, there was a soft melody that was almost like a distant echo, barely audible at first but gradually growing louder with each passing second. The muffled thumping of heavy bass reached your ears, accompanied by a tantalizing melody that teased the edges of your memory. You definitely knew the song, but it was so muffled that you couldn’t quite catch the words. It was the kind of tune that, under normal circumstances, would have lured you out to join the invisible party or belt out whatever lyrics were being played in the hallway.

However, irritation crawled under your skin as the music continued to infiltrate your room. At first, you tried to brush it off, but the irritation morphed into a gnawing frustration, and you felt an almost growing urge to do something about it. The fantasy of storming out into the hallway to confront the culprit played out in your mind. You imagined yourself going out there and asking if they were “out of their damn mind” and to “turn that noise down” or maybe taking the polite route and requesting to turn it down, which would be a remarkable level of self-control. Or maybe doing a little bit of both.

With a sigh and a reluctant shake of your head, you decided that enough was enough. It was time to restore the peace. Taking a deep breath, you steeled yourself for the confrontation ahead. Whether through a polite request or a no-nonsense intervention, you were not going to fail this test because you were too busy turning up to your dorm neighbor’s music.

You swung the door open, ready to give a piece of your mind, only to be met with the sight of Alejandro, a mischievous grin on his face, holding a portable speaker playing the soulful tune. Confusion flickered across your face, but before you could react, he grabbed your hand, pulled you into the hallway, and began to dance and sing.

"What in the world, Alej!? Boy, do you mind explaining why you're playing music outside my door at this ungodly hour?" you asked in a sort of hushed shout as a mix of irritation and amusement was in your tone as you crossed your hands across your frame.

He grabbed your hands again and twirled you in a spontaneous dance move, still singing, "Mr. Telephone Man, there's something wrong with my line. When I dial my baby's number, I get a click every time!"

You couldn't help but laugh at the unexpected serenade, even as your irritation lingered. "Seriously, though, what are you doing here?"

He flashed you a playful smile and continued to sing, "Mr. Telephone Man, there's something wrong with my line. When I dial my baby's number, I get a click every time!"

Your confusion deepened, and you shot him a bemused look. "Be forreal, is this some kind of weird initiation prank or...?"

With a twirl and a flourish, he sang the next line, "When I dialed 6-1-1, Repair Service

She said, "Hello, may I help you please?"

I told her something must be wrong with my phone

'Cause my baby wouldn't hang up on me!"

It finally clicks. You couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or amused. "Okay, wow. You are petty."

He finally paused his impromptu performance, looking at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just thought I'd drop by since my baby doesn’t know how to answer the phone. I thought I’d add a little musical magic to your study night and bless you with my singing skills. You know, since I’m you’re good luck charm."

“I thought I was your good luck charm,” you raised an eyebrow, caught between a sly smirk and a reluctant smile. " And I thought you had a match coming up, so I thought I’d let you focus. I didn’t want to be a bother.” 

“We’re each other’s lucky charms.” He chuckled before he placed both his arms firmly on your shoulders as his face got serious, "And you’re never a bother. Don’t let me hear you say that again or you’ll hurt my feelings, man."

You couldn't help but shake your head in disbelief as you waved him off. "You could've just knocked, you know."

"But where's the fun in that?" he replied, starting to dance again. "Mr. Telephone Man, there's something wrong with my line..."

You sighed, unable to suppress a smile. "Alright, fine. You win. But let’s bring this inside. If anyone sees you making all this noise they’ll be on my head. People are trying to study."

With that, he pulled you into your dorm, the catchy tune of "Mr. Telephone Man" playing lightly and serving as a great backdrop. It was unexpected, ridiculous, and utterly Alejandro. You couldn't deny the warmth spreading through you as you joined him in the spontaneous dance, grateful for the interruption. Your initial annoyance melted away into laughter as he picked you up and twirled you around, still belting out the lyrics with an endearing off-key charm. The unexpected serenade had you in stitches, and you couldn't help but marvel at the lengths he went to surprise you.

“Oh, wait. I almost forgot.”

He put you down and darted back outside. You stood there, a mix of emotions swirling within, wondering if he was leaving. However, to your surprise, he returned moments later, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift basket filled with snacks, comfort food, and a selection of your favorite movies.

As you peered into the gift basket, a grin spread across your face. "What's all this, babe?"

He chuckled, reaching for a snack. "Just a little something to make sure you're fueled up and relaxed for your big day. I’m also hungry though so some of these are for now."

You picked up a kisses chocolate bar and raised an eyebrow at the note attached. "Kisses for good luck?" you read aloud, a playful groan escaping your lips. "Alejandro, you're so corny."

He grinned, teasingly nudging you. "You secretly love my corniness."

You bit back a smile, holding up a Tootsie Roll with a note that read, "You'll do great, toots." "This is quite literally the corniest thing ever," you teased, groaning in affection.

He laughed, "Admit it, you love it."

You attempted to deny it with a nonchalant shrug, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "Maybe a little."

His eyes twinkled with amusement. "That smile says otherwise."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn't hide the affection in your gaze. "Okay, fine. Maybe a lot."

He leaned in, planting a sweet kiss on your forehead. "That's what I thought."

The gesture left you speechless, and your eyes glistened with tears of joy. Alejandro noticed your tears and immediately grew concerned, reaching out to wipe them away. As you explained the mix of emotions that overwhelmed you, he responded with a snort, teasingly flicking your forehead and calling you a crybaby.

The music still lightly played from the speaker, and just when you thought the night couldn't get any crazier, there was a knock on the door. Your eyes quickly went over to your digital clock that read 1:30 am. Shit. A whole 30 minutes since visitation hours ended. Panic flashed across both your faces as you hastily tried to hide Alejandro. His attempts at concealment were comical at best—behind curtains, under blankets, and even suggesting he'd hide behind the door. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh at his antics.

"Hurry up, Balde! Behind the door? Seriously?" you whispered, trying to keep your voice low while conveying the urgency of the situation.

He shot you a sheepish grin, "Hey, it could work!"

You rolled your eyes, "Not a chance. Get in the closet!"

The knock persisted, and you shot a quick look at Alejandro. With a dramatic flourish, he threw himself into the closet, making you cringe at the potential noise. You shushed him with wide eyes, "Quiet! We're going to get caught."

He hushed back with an exaggerated whisper, "I'm Miles Morales, silent and stealthy."

You bit your lip to suppress a giggle. "More like Alejandro Balde. Loud as hell and clumsy. Just stay quiet!"

As you tried to rearrange the room to look somewhat normal, Alejandro couldn't resist making a joke, "If they ask, you’re going to try out for the cheer team and I was helping you practice."

You shot him a glare and pressed a hand to your lips. He returned the gesture as you closed the closet door. 

The knock on the door grew more insistent, and you quickly continued to shuffle around, trying to make everything look as normal as possible. You shot one last glance at the closet, silently praying that Alejandro could keep quiet.

You quickly adjusted yourself, doing your best to look casual as you opened the door. The RA, a stern-looking figure with a perpetual fake customer service smile, squinted suspiciously.

"Everything okay in here?"

“Hey, girl. Hey.” Real smooth. You put on your best innocent smile, "Yeah, just studying and things of that nature."

She raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room. Her eyebrows lift in appreciation as she hears the music. "Ooh, I love this song. But, don’t keep the music up too loud it’s late."

You nodded, "Of course."

She squinted, looking at the closet. Panic bubbled up inside you as she took a step closer, and you desperately tried to divert her attention.

"So, how's your night going, girlll? Any exciting plans?" you asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from the closet.

She tilted her head, seemingly amused, "Just making my rounds, you know. Checking up on everyone. I caught some people trying to sneak people in past visitation hours so I had to do a sweep of the floor."

Your neck began to get hot as you played along. “Oh wow, who would do something like that.” 

You tried to divert her attention, but she wasn't easily swayed. With a raised eyebrow, she approached the closet, and your heart raced. As she opened the door, you closed your eyes, readying yourself for an explanation.

To your surprise, she closed the door without a word, patting you on the shoulder and bidding you goodnight. Bewilderment washed over you as you rushed over into the closet, only to find it empty. You furrowed your brow in confusion, searching around.

“You need help finding something, ma’am.”

You turned to him, a mix of relief and confusion on your face. "How did you...?"

He winked, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can turn invisible, remember?"

You chuckled softly, rolling your eyes. "You're something else, Alejandro."

He laughed, "Well, we didn't get caught, did we? Now, I can think of something else we can be doing..."

You giggled but waved to him, "Uh Uh, none of that. These walls are super thin."

He pouted, "You're no fun."

You shot him a playful glare, "Says the guy who tried to hide behind the door."

He chuckled, "Fair point. But you have to admit, I added a bit of excitement to your study night."

You playfully rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, Mr. Telephone Man. Let's just hope we don't get another surprise visit."

You spent the rest of the night watching movies, eating snacks, having fun, and cozying up next to someone you knew would always worry about you when you needed him to.

[baldeslut]

HEYYY HOW ARE YOUU!?!?? I will give you a requestt Can you do where the reader[his Gf] and Alejandro are doing matching outfits a week long and these posting it on sociales media or sum Maybe secret and fans go crazy about it finding it cute adorable ect. TAKE YOURE TIME BÉBÉ AND FINALLY SOME ONE WHO WRITES BALDE LUVV YOUU WITH MY ♥️♥️

HIIII im good thank u for asking😙 here u go!!

Matching

Warnings: none :)

It's nearing your 6 month anniversary dating Alejandro and he wanted to bring you out for the whole week until you guys' anniversary on Thursday

"Amor, I have some new clothes for you. Come try them on"

He dumps out whole bunch of clothing that almost looked the same. There was A LOT of it, knowing that your boyfriend was spoiling you with his money. You widened your eyes as you looked back up to him.

"Ale! This is too much for me!" You giggled as you ran your hands along the pile of clothes

"No amor! It for the both of us missy. For the whole week" Alejandro smiled as he picked up a shirt and a pair of jeans from the pile. "This will look so good on you bebe" He held the shirt infront of your torso as you chuckled at the huge smile on his face. He paired up all the clothes and put his to the side, you found a cute blue top that Alejandro knew you'd love.

"Can I try it on amor? I love this top as much as i love you" Alejandro blushed as he nodded

"Try all of them on amor, you look stunning"

You gave Alejandro a fashion show for about 30 minutes, you can tell he really enjoyed it. He hummed as you finished on the last set of clothes as he said a breathy ‘wow’. He walked closer as he tightly hugged you, your face engraved in his neck as he kissed your forehead.

“Lets rest up bebé, we will be out a lot tomorrow. I dont want you to be tired.” He frowned as he went to the washroom to change into his pjs to sleep. You changed into your pjs too as you flopped into bed with him.

“I love you bebé, rest well. I love you” Alejandro says as his breath hitched against the back of your neck.

“I will sleep well as long as im in your arms, I love you too Ale”

He spooned you as both of you guys dozed off to sleep.

You woke up to him waiting in the living room all ready, you thought you were late so you ran back to the room to quickly get ready.

“Amorrr, don’t be in a rush I’ll wait for you” he says giggling at you. You find the matching clothes hanging on the chair as you fix your hair, brush your teeth etc. “I’ll take a pic before we leave” He whispers as he wraps his arms around you, posing in the mirror. He posted it to his story with the text ‘mi amor🫶🏾💕’ and soon enough his phone was blowing up with notifications. You both were wearing a black hoodie with khaki cargo pants and air force 1s. His hand squeezed onto yours as you walled down the street going to the ice rink because he knew you loved to skate.

“But you don’t know how do skate bebé!?” I exclaimed as he pointed to the ice rink.

“Hmm maybe you will teach me then!” He giggles as you pouted. You both walk inside to find a pair of skates. He hands you his phone to take a pic of him falling down and laughing.

You post it on his story without him knowing with the caption ‘😭’

After an hour you guys went back to you guy’s place to rest up. Alejandro whispered into your ear reminding that both of your anniversaries are tomorrow. You nodded at his remark as his face was washed with pure excitement. You picked up your phone to set an alarm, you needed to get ready early, maybe even before Alejandro wakes up.

The alarm has woken you up as you drop out of bed, still tired you splash your face with cold water to wake yourself up. Alejandro would usually wake up 30 minutes later, at 8:00. You had your makeup and skincare done as well as your hair. You picked out a short black dress that would contrast along with Alejandro’s black button up and jeans.

He woke up seeing you on your phone, laying down on the couch as you smiled at him. He immediately blushed as he said

“Well someone is excited today, but i think im missing something. hmm?”

You rushed to your feet as you showered him in kisses all over his face. His skin felt blazing hot as your face brushed against his after you pulled away from his face. On his face was a huge smile as his eyes illuminated from the light.

He got back from his room, all ready and dressed as he asked me

“How do i look bebé?”

“I think you look so handsome, always”

He ran up to you as his arms wrapped around you. You held his hand as you got out of the house and celebrated your anniversary.

He posted a picture of him holding holding flowers on his insta captioned

“THE LOML🫶🏾🤞🏾💕💕”

The notifs blew up on the both of your phones as the day started to set.

@alejandrobalde.fanpage: OMGGG

@y/nxbalde: what a gentleman🥹

@fp_balde: so cuteee

@edibalde_: hermanitooo😏😏

@ansufati: lil bro is growing up🙏🏾

The both of you sat at a nearby shore as the soothing sounds of the waved and both of your laughs collided.

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A/N it took me a while to write this cz im hashtag unmotivated😒 hoped u enjoy reading<3