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When They Find You Wearing Their Jersey | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: they basically walk in and see you wearing one of their barcelona jerseys

✮- warnings: none

Requests are open

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João Félix:

As you lazily stretched on the couch, draped in João’s jersey from his last match. It had been the only thing you could find last minute after you had taken a shower.

When João walked in, he had abruptly stopped and let out a breathy chuckle before letting out a low whistle. “Estás realmente muy bonita.” (���You really look very pretty.”) he said, eyes looking you up and down. “When did you decide to steal my jersey?”

“Why, do you want it back?” you teased softly, sitting up slightly to look at him.

“Not a chance. You look way too good in it for me to take,” he replied, grinning at you as he took a seat next to you on the couch. “You should think about wearing it more often.”

You let out a giggle, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Did you have a good day?” your asked as you pressed a soft kiss on his neck.

“Seeing you like this makes it absolutely perfect,” he murmured, gently running his hand on your thigh. “I could get used to this.”

Pablo Gavi

You had been in the middle of brushing your hair when you heard the door open. With you having stayed over, and nothing else to wear, you slipped on Gavi’s oversized jersey and went to greet him.

Gavi’s eyes widened a bit at the sight of you in just his jersey. “Wow, what’s the special occasion?l” he asked, with a wide grin from ear to ear. "Te ves increíble con mi playera de jugador.” (“You look amazing in my shirt.”) he said while wrapping his hands around your waist.

You interlocked your hands behind his head “No special occasion,” you replied, laughing. “I just needed something comfortable, I forgot to bring extra clothes.”

“Well, it suits you,” he said, laying his head on top of yours. “You should wear my stuff more often.”

“If you insist,” you playfully said. “But only if you promise to keep behaving.”

“I’ll try,” he said with a wink, kissing your cheek. “But I make no promises.”

Pedri González

You had been halfway through preparing breakfast for you and Pedri, wearing one of Pedri’s many Barcelona jersey’s, when he had walked into the kitchen. He paused, taking in the sight of you in front of the stove.

“You know,” he began, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, “I think this might have to be the best view I’ve ever had in the morning.”

“Pedri, I’m trying to cook here,” you let out a breathy giggle, shaking your head.

“The food can wait a bit,” he murmured into your ear, kissing it. "Prefiero disfrutar este momento contigo." ("I’d rather enjoy this moment with you.")

You turned in his arms, brightly smiling up at him. “How about you help me instead? Then we can relax sooner”

He sighed dramatically, acting annoyed. “Alright fine, but only because I can’t resist saying no to you while wearing my jersey.”

Fermín López

You had just woken up to find Fermín already up, lounging against the headboard besides you. You were wearing his jersey, which you’d put on before going to bed the night before.

“Good morning,” he said with a gentle smile, taking note to your outfit. “I didn’t notice you had borrowed my jersey last night.”

“I hope you don’t mind,” you said, snuggling closer into him. "It was the only thing within my reach."

“Para nada. Te queda perfecto,” (Not at all. It looks perfect on you,") he replied, gently tracing patterns on your exposed neck. "Maybe I should just let you keep it."

"Careful Fermín, I might just take your whole wardrobe," you teased.

He chuckled. "Deal, as long as you wear it and you look as perfect as you do right now.”

Héctor Fort

You were wrapped up in Héctor’s home jersey, sipping on some coffee at the kitchen isle when he had walked in. He did a double take, a small smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Hey you," he said, eyes gleaming. "Did you happen to raid my closet?"

"You could say that," you replied, grinning at him. "It just felt right putting it on this morning, not sure why."

“Bueno, te queda fantástico,” ("We’ll, It looks fantastic on you,") he said, sitting down beside you. "I wouldn’t be mad if you happen to wear it again."

"Careful what you wish for," you teased. "I might just take you up on that offer."

"I wouldn't mind one bit," he murmured, leaning in for a kiss as he ducked down to catch your lips with his.

Lamine Yamal

You were sitting on the arm of the couch, dressed in Lamine’s jersey, when he came home. His eyes immediately lit up at the sight of you.

"Te ves absolutamente asombrosa,” ("You look absolutely amazing,") he said, walking over to sit next to you. "Is that my jersey?"

"Yeah," you replied, giving him a smile. "Is that okay?."

"Yes," he said, wrapping an arm around you. "It suits you better than me."

You laughed softly. "Maybe I should borrow your clothes more often."

"Feel free," he said, nuzzling your neck. "I adore seeing you in them."

Marc Guiu

You were tidying up the living room, wearing one of Marc’s many jerseys, when he walked in. He stopped and stared, a soft smile spreading all across his face.

"Would that happen to be my jersey you’re wearing?" he asked, amused.

"Yeah, I hope it’s not a problem," you said, blushing slightly.

"Of course not," he replied, coming closer. "Te queda genial. Te puedes llevar lo que quieras". ("You look great in it. You can take whatever you want.")

"I might just do that," you teased. "If you don't mind sharing."

"Not if it means I get to see you like this," he said, pulling you into a big hug.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello!✨ I'm kind of back to writing, truth is I've been wanting to write some things these past weeks however it's been impossible for me to be able to come up with something, I'm having serious writers block😭it's a bit frustrating because I love writing😭😭😭 but I'll try my best to end all the requests and hopefully fully come back!🫶🏻

This is a kind of small reaction with Barça Boys (Pedri, Gavi, Fermín and Ferran) , let me know what you guys think!✨

Slam Car Door

Pedri:

He jumped in his seat, his eyes wide as he saw you slam the door of his car

"Madre mía" (Dear god) He whispered, you opened the door to his car

"I'm so sorry" You say with your hand covering your mouth "I didn't meant to, I couldn't grab the door properly and the wind knocked it out of my hands"

"No te preocupes, amor. Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Don't worry, love. Be careful, yeah?) You nod smiling

"¿Compro un kilo o dos de plátano?" (Should I buy one or two kilos of bananas?) You ask

"Dos. Uno pa' ti y el otro pa'mi" (Two. One for you and the other for me) You laugh nodding

"Got it" You went to close the door and Pedri once again jumped when you slammed the door. His mouth opened and one of his hands moved in question

"Amor" You could read his lips from the window

"It's the wind! It's the wind!" You hurriedly say opening the door once again

"Be careful, bonita. The door can break and-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, closing the door.

"Y/N!" He yells when he sees you slamming the door "¡Preciosa!"

"What?" You ask giggling

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?!"

"When we get home I swear I'll slam the door of our bathroom!"

"Don't you dare, Pedro González!"

Gavi:

"Any other thing you want me to buy?" You ask lifting your head up from the notes on your phone to look at your two years boyfriend

"I think that would be it"

"You sure? I don't want to forget anything"

"You can add the things we might need to do burguers"

"You want to eat burguers?" He nods smiling softly, you smile before writing down the items you'll need for the dinner "And that's it?" You look down at his hand in your thigh and played with his fingers.

"Yes I think that would be it, unless you'd like to add something at last minute"

"Probably I will" He laughs "I'll be going then" You undo the seatbelt "Hopefully in fifteen minutes, I'm back" You lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Take your time, preciosa"

He grabs his bottle of water from the cupholder and drinks from it. Only to get choked up by it when he hears the slam, his pouty face turns into his famous frown, eyes full of confusion.

"Are your parents coming tomorrow, right? Or is it next week? I'll be cooking your mom's favorite, so should I buy the ingredients now or wait until we're on a closer date?"

"They're coming next week" He confirms what you already know

"So, should I buy them later?" He nods

"Yes, tomatoes can get bad really quick so it's better that way" He nods his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so cute, you wanted to laugh.

"Perfecto, gracias" (Perfect, thanks) You close the door once again, before almost leaving you saw his eyes wide open, trying to figure out how to call you out on this. "Also, do you want me to buy the big jar of nuts?" You ask "or maybe the medium"

"Any of them it's fine" He nods "Something's wrong?"

"No, why?"

"It seems like you're mad"

"I'm not, baby. Why do you say that?" He gets quiet for a minute before shaking his head "Nothing" He whispers "Try not close the door so hard, bebé"

You look at the door before letting a small -oh- acting as if you didn't knew what was bothering him "Did I close it too hard?" He nods instantly

"Joder, si" (Fuck yeah)

"Ay, lo siento" (Sush, I'm sorry) You nod "I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, he winks back at you, you smile and stopped for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

You could only see his eyes wide open and the "Me cago en la-" he let out before you ran away while laughing, soon you heard the sound of the honk of your boyfriend's car and his yell of your name. You made sure to buy his favorite chocolate cake that day.

Fermín:

"Want me to go with you, amor?"

"Don't worry, Fer. You can stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes" You lean over to kiss his cheek twice before he moved his head and crashed his lips into yours

"Be careful" He said before giving you another kiss, you giggle

"I'll re-stock my girly things and be back in a few minutes"

"I know but still" You smile

"Te quiero mucho más" You say "Want me to bring something for you?"

"I'm so in love with you, you're too cute"

"Te quiero"

"A muffin would do"

"Got it" You got out of the car and without looking back you slammed the door, you started walking but the honk of your boyfriend's car interrupted you "What's up?"

"I think the door wasn't closed"

"Oh! Let me do it again" You slammed the door once again, a bit stronger than before "Better?" You asked and he shook his head

"Not yet" You opened it and closed it again "More" You did it once again putting all of your strenght, you winced a bit in this last one

"Now?"

"Nope"

"Fermín!"

"You were the one starting it, mi amor!"

Ferran:

"¡Ostras!" (Fuck!) "Cuidado, un poco mas y se te devuelve la puerta, preciosa" (Careful, a little more and the door will be returned to you, precious)

"I'm so sorry, Fer! I didn't meant to!"

"That you pay for my door insurance, nena"

"Ferran, stop. It wasn't that bad!"

"Que no fue tan mal? Casi me tiras la puerta en la cara!" (It wasn't that bad? You almost threw the door in my face)

"Exagerado" (Exaggerated)

"Not exaggerated, I'm just taking precautions" You roll your eyes

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torres. I'll go" He nods

"I'll be waiting for you, beautiful" You smile and close the door once again. You looked at Ferran who simply looked at you, you tried your best to hold your laughter

"What?"

"I know what you're doing and you won't get any reaction from me!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"You dislike this car and want me to buy another one, right?"

"That's not-"

"Save it. I'll do it"

"No! If you want a new car you don't have to say I influenced you"

"But you did" He said "My mind's already setting everything up"

"But I didn't! All I was doing was slamming your car door to see your reac-" You cut yourself off and Ferran's eyebrows went up lightly. You fell in his trap.

"¿Estabas tirando la puerta de mi coche?" (Were you slamming my cars door?)

"In my defense... I was trying to see your reaction and I didn't do it that hard!"

"No, ¡Un poco más y la puerta llega a mi cara!" (No, a bit more and the door gets to my face!)

"¡Mentira!" (Liar!)

"Venga, vamos" (C'mon, let's go) "I'll go with you"

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[pedriscroquettes]

𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? ✮ F. LÓPEZ

summary. fermín wants to celebrate his new trophy with you.

warnings. 18+ mean! fermín. smut.

gabri speaks! paz!reader universe is back due to popular demand.

the view of the apartment the guys rented for the party was breathtaking. madrid was a beautiful city, you were glad your brother had convinced your parents to move in with him. although right now you were alone in madrid surrounded by a bunch of players you didn’t know. a bunch of players your brother hated. in the midst of drunk players and their friends you kept tugging your short red dress every five minutes. you were beginning to regret even coming, you were only here because of a certain blonde. a blonde you had yet to see.

“didn’t bring nico?” you’re startled by a familiar voice.

“why? you have a crush on my brother?” you ask him surprised at the sudden interest fermín had for your brother.

“no but it would’ve been nice to show him what a trophy looks like.” you can barely see him through the dim lights but you know he’s smirking. you can hear it in his voice.

“if i’m not wrong you barely had minutes. i’m not too sure you have any bragging rights.” you test him.

“and somehow i played more minutes than your brother has his whole career.” his tone changes. “watch your mouth. you look prettier like that.”

you’re taken aback by his change in demeanor quite frankly you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up. he’s rough and threatening, his good boy facade long gone. you’re amused by the way he’s acting wondering if he’s trying to get you to sleep with him again. you place your hand on his jaw while the other goes into his hair, tempting him.

“it’s such a shame that you could be celebrating your win but instead you’re bitching about my brother like a sad little envious child.” you say sharply not taking insults to your brother lightly.

the smirk that once adorned his face was now gone and you could tell he was mad at you now. he grips your hands away from him with such a tight hold you’ll know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. his eyes pierce into yours with a threatening look and you realize you’ve successfully riled him up.

“okay, that’s it.” he murmurs.

one minute you’re looking at fermín dead in the eye and the next you feel his hands grip your waist. his hold is so strong on you that he manages to carry you over his shoulder with ease. you’re not that surprised at how easily he’s picked you up, you’ve noticed how bulkier he got over the past year. when the guy you’ve been fucking on the low gets hotter you notice.

“fermín! put me down!” you shriek.

the blonde just finds it funny laughing at your vulnerability. your screams manage to get the attention of his teammates and their guests. the least you could say is that he was embarrassing you in front of everyone and you hoped that none of the real madrid players were here. the last thing you needed was to get embarrassed and scolded by your brother. the faces of the guest slowly fade away as fermín drags you to what you can assume is his room. he gently drops you on the bed before laying down next to you.

“you’re such an asshole.” you whine as you fix your dress. it’s then that you realize that some of the guests had probably seen your dress skirt up, your face heats up instantly at that.

you don’t get to bicker at him for much longer because he pulls you on top of him. his hands instantly go towards your hips — a muscle memory for him by now — and holds you. you can already feel him grow hard against you and you get excited. the two of you had just argued and now here he was with a hard on. he thrusts up against you causing a whine to slip past your lips at the sensation.

“such a shame that you could use your mouth for beautiful noises like this instead of arguing.” he murmurs under his breathe trying to contain his groans.

it’s your turn to grind against him causing his breath to falter. he places himself against the crook of your neck as you continue your movements, leaving wet kisses along your throat. you move your hands into the light curls of his hair as you feel yourself growing wetter.

“instead of trying to compete against my brother every five seconds you could be fucking me but you don’t see me complaining.” and there you go always trying to have the last word.

“shut the fuck up and spread your legs.” he groans.

you hesitate but you obey nevertheless. his hand trails down your figure until he places it firmly on your thigh, teasing you. he knows you need him and the idea of making you frustrated is amusing to him. you can’t stand it anymore — his touch being so close yet so far — you yearn him. it’s almost pathetic except for the fact that you know he feels the same way. he’s the one who wanted you first and he always ends up satisfying you even if he’s mad.

his fingers slowly tread up your leg and you grow frustrated at the edging. you can’t stand it anymore so you drag his fingers to where you need him the most causing a teasing laugh to leave his lips. you know he’ll give you shit about this later but you don’t care, you need him. he also seems to think the same as he doesn’t waste time spreading your wetness along your folds. your hips instinctively grind into his hand as his fingers start circling your clit causing waves of pleasure throughout your body.

“oh, fuck.” you whine as he brings a couple of his fingers towards your hole.

“say you want my fingers.” he looks at you with a defying grin. “say it or else i’ll leave you here all alone.”

“fuck fermín please.” you gasp as one of his fingers enters you slowly. “i need your fingers, please”

he leaves a quick kiss on your jaw before inserting you with his second finger. your body collapses against his chest as he fucks you slowly. the intrusion is sudden and your hands grip the sheets below you as he fills you up. the feeling is intense and you feel feral at the way you moan without holding back. the thing about fermín was that while he was asshole at least he fucked, hard. his free hand grabs you by the throat forcing you to look at him as you ride his hand.

he looks at you in awe admiring the way your eyes get glossy as you fuck yourself on his fingers. he analyzes the way your hair bounces with every movement of your hips and how your eyes close and your nose scrunches a bit before reaching your peak. he adds a third finger hoping to help you reach your high. you’re full on whining in his ear now as he fills you up completely. the sensation of your walls clinging to his fingers so tightly also allow him a sense of satisfaction.

“fermín. please.” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for. you only knew that you were close.

“you’re so close.” he whispers as he pulls you in for a kiss. the kiss is sloppy but soft. a mixture of lost and love. it scares you, nevertheless you come around his fingers gasping as you wet his fingers.

“fuck, that was hot. you’re hot.” fermín rambles as he helps you come down from your orgasm.

as you adjust your dress and fix your hair fermín watches you intensely. he’s tired of only seeing you like this and never normally. he hadn’t slept with anyone else since you came into his life and you were making him crazy. the feeling of knowing fran was so close of having you too was too much for him and he wasn’t sure why felt so possessive about you.

was it just lust or was it love?

[eccentricallygothic]

| Big Brother |

Description: Fermin does not like to share you with anyone. 

Pairing: Dark Step-Brother!Fermin | Naive Step-Sister!You.

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Fermin Lopez in any way. It also contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Dubcon/Noncon, Fermin is mean, dark!Fermin, infantilization, unprotected p-in-v, spanking, degradation, dacryphilia, dumbification, possessive!Fermin, obsessive behaviors, ddlg vibes. 

Note: The Pedri one is gonna be much bigger as it has my favorite trope and Spanish man so it'll have to wait, unfortunately. Until then… 

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Fermin does not like to share you with anyone. He doesn't know when exactly his contempt for his step-father's daughter turned into this but he doesn't care. Nor does he try to rationalize it anymore.

You are his, as he is yours.

It's quite simple, really. You're family and no one can or should come between you. No one will ever be as sincere with you like your family– he is and being the naive little thing you are, you should know that big brother always knows best. 

It doesn't matter even if he's younger than you. 

Fermin says it's all about what's in the head.

And yours is as empty as a wooden doll's.

So you say nothing and simply whimper as your head lowers when he roughly drags you inside the house by your arm before taking you to his room. You want to speak up; tell him about the forgotten kid in the park that you're supposed to be babysitting.

But you know better than to speak when big brother is angry. 

What he says goes. 

And so you're bent over his study table within the next new minutes with your skirt pushed all the way up to your waist while you sob uncontrollably and take your punishment.

“I- I am sorry, big brother– ah!” Your back twists upwards when yet another ruthless rap resounds against your tender skin that is flush with a deep shade of red. “I- I swear! I was only helping Lucia swing– ouch!” A rough hiccup rips out of your throat when your brother refuses to show you any mercy. “Please!” Fermin is not in the mood to listen. 

But he can never be wrong. Because he is big brother. So the fault is definitely yours. How many times has he told you not to speak to other boys? But you are one disobedient little sister! Big brother only wants what is best for you and to protect you because all boys except for him are pigs who only want to take advantage of you! 

“I knew this job was a bad idea” your form stills and your blood runs cold. Slap. But no scream comes out of you this time. Oh no. “You're too little to be out by yourself let alone handle another kid” his voice is low; the deadly calm of his tone causing your knees to tremble. “I fucking knew it–”

“NO! NO BIG BROTHER, PLEASE!” You are absolutely powerless against him so if he pulls the plug on your job, no one will be able to let you keep it. “I swear! That boy came to me first! I swear! I have no idea who he was!”

Fermin grimaces as he clenches his already tense jaw so hard that it ticks. He lands another harsh spank on your quivering ass. Of course. You didn't even notice how that boy has been circling you and Lucia in the park for a few days now, having finally mustered the courage to speak to you only today as you are known as Fermin's sister. 

“I am s- sorry…” You draw your words out as you feel him snatch the tatter of your panties away. “I promise I'll b- be better n- now, big bro-ther, p- please just- OH!” Your eyes squeeze shut as you break into another fit of sobs from the powerful slap that lands on your bare folds now. 

“Tsk, how many times do I have to teach you the difference between punishment time and play time, huh little sis?” A loud squelching noise sounds in the air as he spreads your drenched pussy lips. “Shamelessly making a mess all over big brother's desk during her punishment like a silly little slut, tsk” the blood under your already flush cheeks bubbles as you whimper. 

“S- Sorry, big brother…” Your toes curl as he goes about feeling up your mound. “C- Can't help…” Your teeth pull your bottom lip between them when one of his fingers start to toy with the sensitive band of your entrance. “P- Please… help…” Fermin has taught you to come to him whenever you feel funny between your legs because you have a serious condition that must be kept a secret if you don't want the scary hospital people to take you away from your home and big brother forever. Thankfully, he knows how to fix it so all you have to do is to go to him whenever it happens. Your big brother is the best, really. Because he doesn't help you like meanie doctors with bitter medicine but instead plays with you in an admittingly odd but fun way that is stranger than anything you've ever done but it is also what you can only describe as very nice at the same time. 

“Tsk, are we in a position to make demands?” You wince at the way he scolds you before landing one last powerful smack to your pussy, making you cry aloud as you crash into the desk you are bent over from the force. “Disobeying big brother and putting yourself at risk and then whining about help, I spoil you too much, don't I little sis?” You bite your lip as you hear his fly go undone. 

Oh God. 

He takes you unprepared sometimes when he is angry or unhappy. 

Today is going to be one of those days. 

If only his junior -as he likes to refer to it- wasn't so big, you wouldn't be so scared. 

Because his girth has nearly ripped you many a time. 

“Whining for weeks because all your little friends were getting babysitting jobs and so you wanted to get one too…” Your fingers tightly curl around the edges of the desk as you feel his thick tip press against your entrance, his warm big hands clasping around your sides firmly. “Misbehaving with big brother and throwing all kinds of tantrums…” Well, yeah. You did give him the cold shoulder until he agreed. “Assuring him you would be fine only to do this–” his last words nearly melt into a hiss as he jerks his hips against yours with a powerful thrust and in comes plunging his hard shaft. 

“BIG BROTHER!” A most vile moan escapes you as the upper half of your body goes limp over the smooth surface of the desk. 

“Just imagine if I wasn't out front fixing my bike?” He is beginning to get breathless, huge cock moving between your channel of flesh and out of you slow yet rough. “And if I didn't save you in time?” A spank delivers onto your bruised ass but it is much lighter than all the other ones you have been subject to this evening. “Do you have any idea how badly that could have ended for you?” But his reproaches are no more than background buzz for you now. Your eyelids have gotten droopy and your senses are melting. 

Big brother's dick is inside you and his thick veins angrily pulsate against your bare, sensitive flesh in the best way and that's all that matters.

“Hnnng” your lips feel dry as you bite down on them, your back arching and pussy squelching out a whine when he pulls out nearly all the way. “Big brother– AH!” His hands restrain you from moving along the force of his cock this time around so all of him can be buried deep within your cunt instead of your body slamming into the desk.

“Or maybe… big brother isn't enough for you now, huh? Is that it?” Your eyebrows furrow at his words as your eyes struggle to open because his movement is beginning to get frequent… and not in a nice way. “Is that why you're going around town like a stupid little slut with her silly little pussy in need of fixing?” Your body can't help but rock a little despite his hold on your hips as the stiff skin of his cock grazes against your sensitive flesh faster and faster with each thrust. When you continue to mewl and clench around him instead of answering, Fermin clicks his tongue before he lands a slap on one of your ass cheeks, his fingers coiling around your hair. “Well?!”

“N- No!” Your features twist in discomfort when you feel the band of your entrance forcefully expand around the base of his cock in order to accommodate his balls since your pussy is so wet and your walls so greedy that they want to devour all the dick he has to offer. “B- Big brother w- will always be e-nough for me!” Your neck cranes backwards as you feel him tug at your strands while his bottom half claps against yours loudly. 

“That's fucking right” your mouth falls open when his tip works its way up your cunt and finds the spot where your nerves are sensitive today, the harsh thrust causing your head to spin. “And you better remember that the next time a silly little boy approaches you” neon stars began to appear in your vision as he moves you down and onto the table before his hands roughly move to your thighs, his hips violently snapping against yours all the while. The sound of the other side of the desk colliding with the wall next to it fills your hot ears as you feel Fermin spread your legs as far as they can go, his ballsack sinking into your sore yet much gratified entrance with each thrust now. 

“Tell me you're mine” you feel him bend one of your legs before placing your knee on the table to access you even deeper. “Tell me you're all mine!”

“BIG BROTHER!” You are panting desperately like a bitch in heat, your tight insides on the verge of your first of many orgasms of the day. “I– AH! I AM– OH!” His fingers slip between your cunt and the smooth wooden top of the desk. 

Fermin's back drapes over your back as you feel his lips hover over your ear, his coarse digits gliding across your slippery folds. “Say it and big brother will give you the cummies” he kisses the tear stains on your flushed face. “You like the cummies right?” He speaks to you like one does a child while obliterating you like you are his very own personal whore (you are). You vehemently nod, grunting and whining as you focus on holding yourself back because cumming without big brother's permission is prohibited and you are in enough trouble already. 

“I AM Y- YOURS, BIG BROTHER! A- ALL YOURS! O- ONLY YOURS!” You scream out in agony, feeling yourself overcrowded, overstuffed and overstimulated all at once. “P- PLEA–” 

Fermin loves your sobs of pure wanton. “Cum for big brother” as if a switch goes off, your orgasm barrages through you like a dam coming undone. Temporary vertigo fills your ears as your pussy tightly clenches around his hard shaft that is still pounding your seeping cunt just as hard. Your vision falters and your body gives up as the upper half of your body that you were barely keeping upright drops against the table with a soft thump. 

Your body spasms as your toes curl from the overstimulation but you know better than to complain. Big brother does so much for your protection and pleasure, it is only fair that you returned the favor by being nice to him back. Yes, he is difficult to satiate and one cummie is never enough for him. 

But taking care of each other is what family is all about.

… Right? 

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I appreciate feedback >.< Also I can't believe I neglected exam prep for this lmfaooo <3 

[selyeji]

jersey

fermin lopez x reader (requested)

summary : love at first sight or was it love at first concert?

warnings : none

daily click to help palestine

a/n : decided to move shorter notes here !

the atmosphere of the stadium was filled with cheers from culers. with the score up by 2-1, recently scored by fermin lopez. you sat down with a few friends, using your hands to rest your chin

your music was quite popular, and currently in a tour. since you arrived a few days early, there was time to burn and decided to appear in a barcelona match.

as the team goes back to their positions from celebrating. the cameraman seems to catch you, angling the camera to you sitting in the stands. you smile back and wave, pulling one of your friends in to also be angled in the monitor.

fermin raises his head to view the screen, his eye catches your face, sweetly smiling. before he knew it, the game has started, he swiftly got back to his senses and started to watch the ball and move.

once the match ended, you sighed out of relief. the heat and temperature in barcelona was definitely not made for you. you stood up right away, wanting to flee the situation.

fermin went to the changing rooms, taking his time in switching clothes. exhausted from the match, he decided to use his phone a bit. he sat on a chair, shirtless. scrolling through instagram, looking at match posts. unconsciously trying to find your name, or any post about that band on the screen.

his eye finally catches one, with the headline

“music artist y/n attends fc barcelona vs atletico madrid game… see more.”

luckily for him, your ig account was already tagged. giving him easier access to your profile. your feed was either filled with selfies and photos with your friends, your pet or music.

it was obvious you played the guitar way more. deciding to check your story, you posted a picture of camp nou inside from an hour ago. the grass green as ever, culers in the background and the net visibly seen.

there was no way you could’ve seen his specific profile with hundreds seeing your story, fermin thought. oh how wrong he was, once you got back to your hotel room. you laid on the bed, white cold sheets touching your warm skin. your hair messed up as you scroll through social media.

your notifications blowing up, usually tags from sports and music news after your appearance in a game. deciding to check your story likes, you come across a profile.

blue checkmark. an athlete? now thats a new one. he didn’t like the story itself but his profile was placed above the others. he probably just wanted to know whoever you were, you thought and brushed it off.

getting up while tying your hair. re-tuning your guitar strings to get your mind distracted. plugging your earphones to your guitar, not wanting to distract people in other rooms as you practice.

you had your entire songs memorized but it didn’t hurt to practice. it always bothered and kept you paranoid if you ever mess up, not wanting to do that same mistake on stage.

music always kept you at ease, it gave you a way of escaping reality. when your parents bought you your first acoustic guitar, your hands never left it alone. always practicing chords, doing finger practices and so-on.

of course your parents noticed this, deciding to gift you any music related items. they supported your career all the way through.

deciding it was already late, you did your skincare routine and went to sleep. there were still parts of barcelona you wanted to explore tomorrow, after all it was a big lively city.

fermin already wide awake early on the morning, driving his way to camp nou. training doesn’t stop even after a win or not. his phone bluetooth connected to the cars speaker, blasting your music. he heard a few of your songs before but never listened to an entire album.

his finger lightly tapping on the steering wheel, following each beat of your song. he carefully parks his car, before he could even remove his seatbelt a sudden face and a hand grabs onto his window.

“holy shit gavi! it’s too early for this man…” fermin said as he rolls his window down. immediately regretting that decision when he forgot to pause the music.

“wow… i never knew you were into her music… especially after yesterday.” gavi said while giggling, a wide grin across his face. fermin rolls his eyes as he grabbed his phone to disconnect from the speakers. he grabs his small bag filled with toiletries, before getting out of the car.

fermin and gavi walk into the changing rooms together, the others already arrived earlier than them.

“ay fermin, gavi!” ferran first spoke to them, dabbing them up. “you wanna come with us tomorrow? we got tickets for y/ns concert.” pedri said, fermin stood there, looking confused.

“i mean it’s alright if you don’t want to, i don’t really expect for you to listen to her music.” pedri shrugs his shoulders before gavi spoke up, “nah we’re down, both of us.” he said as he hugs his arm around fermins neck.

“sweet. we’ll meet up tomorrow so i can hand out the tickets.” ferran said, as he changes into his training kit while walking out to the field with pedri.

gavi elbows fermin, his smug face from earlier still plastered on his face. fermin exchanges an annoyed look.

…

it was the night of the concert, you were quite nervous but relaxed at the same time. you already did this performance in different countries already, you should be used to it by now.

you sat backstage re-practicing the songs and lyrics. the team and background musicians preparing their own part as well.

your curious self started to wander around, you peeked through the stage entrances. it’s only a few minutes until the show starts, there should be people by now. but you didn’t expect for the crowd to be so large. you already knew a lot of tickets were sold but never this much. your heart felt warm knowing now people really loved your art of music.

fermin sat near the stage with the other players, patiently waiting. “i’ll just go to the restroom, i’ll be back. don’t do anything stupid gavi.” he said, standing up and walking down the stairs. “what why me only…?” gavi said innocently.

“you got it right?” ferran asked gavi while fermin was gone.

“hell yeah…” gavi responded, slowly revealing the jersey underneath his jacket.

“seriously, if people don’t know whats under there and heard what you guys said. they’d think its something illegal and report us.” pedri said with concern in his voice. the two of them laugh it off.

it was time, the concert has officially started. you walk out the backstage and reveal yourself. walking up to the microphone, greeting the fans and thanking them for their support.

you swiftly picked up your guitar that was already placed onstage before it started. starting to play a few strings. the crowd was full of life, singing together from time to time.

you enjoyed your time and before you knew it, you were already on your last song.

however, ferran and gavi start to panic. they still haven’t threw the jersey onstage, you haven’t went near them the entire time. time was ticking, they both knew this was a chance of a lifetime.

luckily, the fans beside them were singing loud enough to catch your attention. you started walking over, kneeling down infront of the fan. continuously playing your guitar in a relaxed manner.

before you got up, a ball of red and blue that was threw onto the stage caught your attention. you stood up and took it. revealing to the crowd the barcelona jersey, flipping it over. fermín 16 in white bold text, shown throughout the whole crowd. could even be seen from the farthest seats away.

you took off your guitar strap to put the shirt on properly. quickly putting it back on, you smile and decided to play an unreleased song of yours. you didn’t plan to play it, but since you were in a good mood, it couldn’t hurt.

…

the event finally ended, you plopped onto a nearby couch backstage. deciding to check your phone for any posts from fans.

fermin checks his notifications, eyes reflecting back the light of the screen that shows

y/n followed you back!

y/n replied to your story : ❤️

fermin smiles to himself, remembering he posted a concert picture earlier.

“see you’re grinning harder than i usually do, you should thank me.” gavi said confidently and smiling knowing he did his friend a favor.

“yeah… thanks for this one. you actually did something good for me once.”

a/n : i got like 3 jamal fics to work on give me time i need like more brain power for them 😢😢😢😢 yes i got crazy motivation to finish this so i can stay up

[sports-on-sundays]

Can request one where y/n is the sister of a f1 driver ( u can choose) and they find out she is dating either Fermin,pedri,or gavi because she appears at one of the games?!

found us out / Fermín López

Summary: Fermín x Sainz!girlfriend!singer!reader - Things don't blow over well with Carlo Sainz when you're caught dating a Barcelona player.

Warnings: censored cussing, a little bit of Spanish, reader being a singer isn't really important at all- i just made it a fact in order for things to tie in together and made more sense, mention of nausea, this ended up being pretty long

Requested?: Yes.

Author's Note: Boy, what a crossover! As I was reading this request I literally started giggling in excitement to write this because I knew how fun this would be. I think it's clear that this has to be the sister of Carlos, though. Always good when there's a little bit of drama.

You exhale, fiddling with your fingers under the table as you listen to your father and your brother discuss plans.

You wish that exhaling would release not only the carbon dioxide from your body, but also all the unnecessary stress building up in your chest.

The plans they're discussing are for a small party. Of course, it's a little party that you're expected to go to. It is an entire family event. Or so you've heard...

On the surface, having a family gathering surrounded around Real Madrid playing a literal fourth-tier team (Arandina) in the Copa del Rey sounds really lame. And secretly, you do think it's really lame. But the point is looking forward to watching them slaughter the underdogs. Which is fair enough.

Suddenly you interrupt: "Isn't El Derbi next week? Wouldn't that be better for a family get together?" You're sure they've already thought of that, but if there's any possible way you could get out of this, you'd love to find it.

"Haven't you been listening?" your father questions. "Carlos has plans already. He needs to leave Monday morning, and won't be back until Friday. That won't work."

You clench your jaw. No, you weren't listening, because you were stressing out about your plans for that weekend.

You figure if you're going to tell your brother and father, right now is just as good a time as any other time. You sigh and say, "Well, I'm busy on Sunday, actually..."

Both pairs of brown eyes snap to you, and Carlos says, "What do you have going on? And the Madrid game is on Saturday, anyway- shouldn't it be fine?"

Really, why shouldn't it be fine? What lie will you come up with? Because you can't really say what you're busy with on that day. You manage out, "Some friends... we planned weeks ago to go out that day. Have some fun, you know... Sorry. I guess... Would it be fine if... Surely I wouldn't be missed...? The, uh, thing he have planned is... for Sunday night...."

Carlos sighs, leaning back. "Come on, Y/n. You can't cancel? Family over friends, right?"

But you shake your head as you finish your meal. You stand up with your plate, knowing that if you stay any longer, you'll be guilt tripped into doing what they want you to do, despite what you want to do. So you say, "What's done is done. You can still have the party without me." And you walk out of the room.

Hours later, you're laying in bed. You should be sleeping, but instead you're staring up at the ceiling and thinking.

'Family over friends, right?'- Carlos' words from earlier play through your head in the exact tone he had said it. Yeah, family over friends, Carlos. You've been seeing him and the rest of your family on and off frequently for the past month. But the one you really want to see? You haven't seen him in over a month, and you miss him, dearly. You just want to be able to see him. To surprise him.

And you know he misses you, too, by the constant text messages he sends you.

And, with perfect timing, your phone buzzes on your bedside stand next to you. You pick it up right away and smile to yourself when you see it's him. Telling you he can't sleep. Asking if you want to face time.

You don't even respond, and just call him first.

A smile immediately sneaks up on you when you see your boyfriend. His golden brown hair is all messed up, as he's leaning on a soft pillow, and he has a blanket pulled up all the way to his chin. His brown eyes look even deeper in the dim lighting, but they light up when they view you across the phone. "¡Hola, mi corazón!"

Immediately you feel butterflies fly up in your stomach at his little pet name. "Hey, Fermín," you say, much more casually. "How are you doing?"

He shrugs, and his eyes flutter down a little. "I can't sleep... I wanted to hear your pretty voice. And see your pretty face."

You smile softly, but ask in concern, "Why can't you sleep?"

But a cute little grin appears in his face, and he laughs a little. "Because I'm thinking about you."

"Oh!" you chuckle. "I see..."

You continue chatting together softly for who knows how long. But this is what you do. One of you calls and you can't help but just chat for minutes or hours or however long.

You just love the sounds of each other's voices and the sparkle in each other's eyes.

Saturday evening, just as family member are starting to arrive at the house, you walk to the door, pulling your hair into a ponytail, about to walk out. Your brother stops you, saying, "So you are really going?"

You turn, meeting his eyes as you grab your black long coat. "Yeah, I am. I'm sorry, Carlos..." you add when you see the disappointment in his big brown eyes.

He shrugs, and says what he always does: "Alright. Well, just be careful. And have fun. When will you be back?"

You hesitate. This is the very question you didn't want him to ask. "Uh... Probably Monday morning... I'll text you, though."

His eyebrows knit together even further. "Monday morning? I thought you were just having a night with your friends."

"One of them suggested we could stay at her house and spend the following day doing something else," you lie, nearly effortlessly now."

"Why not just come home?"

You sigh at the question. The truth is, you booked a hotel so you could catch Fermín as soon as possible in the morning and spend more time with him, since you'll have to get to Madrid right away again afterwards. You just want to get going. But you know Carlos only asks questions because he cares. Being nine years older than you, he's always been very protective of you. Too protective. But you know it's just because he cares.

He just cares too much, and it makes you angry. It's hard to keep secrets from his honest eyes.

"Because I was invited to hang out more and I haven't seen this friend in a while!" This one is only half a lie.

"Oh..." he slowly nods. "Well... where does this friend live, then? Far enough for you to just stay there, or... I mean, you haven't seen this friend in a while, so I'm assuming they don't live in Madrid?"

"Nothing- er, yeah, we, uh... she lives in, uh, Sigüenza! Yeah, Sigüenza! And, well, you know, she just moved there and there's uh, you know, it's Sigüenza! The cool stuff there, in... Sigüenza..." You've lost it. You're literally pulling sh*t out of thin air now.

And Carlos can tell. "You're lying. Where are you really going?"

"No, no! I am going there! My friend just moved there! There's castles and sh*t she thinks is cool and she wants to show me! And like go around like I think there's a restaurant she likes and... yeah! And then we'd probably just maybe go to a club for an hour or two or something tonight and then go back and hang out at her house!"

Carlos looks thoroughly unsure. "Is it good for you to go to a club...? Be careful..."

"Oh, come on!" You're speaking too quickly. "There'll be a few of us, and we're not stupid! You know that, Carlos! Don't worry about it, we'll be fine! I'm an adult, for God's sake!"

"Well..." he murmurs, "I hope you're not lying to me. I hope you wouldn't do that."

You swallow, but nod, and feel terrible as you say, "Of course I wouldn't. Why would I lie about something like this?"

"I can think of lots of reasons, but I won't get into it." Carlos says with that look of concern still in his eyes. "Well, be careful. I can see you're impatient to go, so I'll let you. Have fun. Te amo, Y/n."

"M-hm!" you say, and rush out the door. You didn't want to be leaving this late, but you figure you'll just have to hope you get there at a reasonable time.

Fermín nods as João (Félix) discussing the upcoming game with him, watching the Portguese man's eyes as he speaks his thoughts. So he catches it when João raises his eyes, looking over Fermín's shoulder.

You grin, bringing your finger to your lips as you walk down the hall towards the two, behind Fermín's back, making eye contact with João. João subtly nods, makes eye contact with Fermín and says, "Nothing. I was just seeing things."

You thoroughly appreciate João's playing along. And his good acting.

"Seeing things?" your sweet boyfriend asks his teammate. You reach Fermín just as he's turning around to look anyway. He he lets out a confused, "Uh- oh!?" noise when you pull him into a hug, before (pretty much) yelling, "Wait, Y/n?!"

You giggle, and nod your thanks to João, who's smiling and practically chuckling himself. He nods and gives a small wave, before turning to saunter away, a smile on his lips. "So, how's my Fermín?" you ask softly.

Your boyfriend hugs you so tight, it slightly hurts, but you don't complain. You're probably hugging him tighter. He's giggling, and starts showering your cheeks with kisses, before exclaiming softly, "Very good, now that you're here! But why are you here, huh? ¡Mi corazón!" He's so adorable about your little surprise arrival. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"So it could be a surprise! And so I could see you acting all cute and surprised like this!" You grin up at him, your hand on his chest.

"Stop that!" he laughs, touching his nose to yours, holding you close. But then he gets a little more serious. "How long of a drive was it? I'm assuming you were in Madrid?"

"Madrid to Barbastro? It wasn't so bad. I would drive any difference to get to you, though..."

This makes him chuckle and give you those soft little lovey-dovey eyes that you love to see. He strokes your hair as you rub his back a little, before murmuring, "You were staying with your brother? What did you tell him?"

You smile at this question. Fermín- he always thinks deeply about a situation- especially if it's involving you. He always worries and makes sure everything went well with you. He really cares. "Just told him I'm staying with a friend," you chuckle and add, "In Sigüenza!"

"Sigüenza? Have you ever even been there?" He smiles, clearly amused.

"Uh, maybe, like, once. Not sure if he completely believed me, but I got out of there. So that I could come here and see you! Figured a game like this would be better for me to come to. You know, maybe since it'll be such a small stadium, it'll be actually easier for me to just get in and hide in the crowd."

Fermín nods, gently stroking your cheek, looking into your eyes and says, "If you think so." He's just so focused on taking in your presence.

He leans in and kisses your cheek again, when (of course) Ferran Torres turns the corner, slaps Fermín on his back, and says in a teasing voice with a chuckle, "Got to get going, Fermín. Glad you're having a good time with your girlfriend, but-"

"Oh, Ferran!" you snap, pulling away from your boyfriend to glare at the older man. "Would you shut up?! We haven't seen each other in forever. But I guess you wouldn't get how it feels, since clearly you could never pull-"

"Hey, hey!" Fermín laughs, putting a hand on your shoulder. But he's grinning. He loves your spunk. "Leave the poor guy alone. He's right, corazón. I do have to get going now."

Ferran just waves as he walks off, giggling mischievously. You roll your eyes and turn back to Fermín. "So annoying." But you're grinning. You hug him a last time, peck his lips, and murmur, "I'll go to my seat now. I'm excited to watch you do great out there, mi chico guapo."

He grins and says as he starts to turn to walk the way Ferran walked a minute earlier, "You just watch. I'm going to go out there and score a goal. For you. Okay?"

You grin back and nod as you pull on your mask, hat, and sunglasses- hopefully enough to hide your face from cameras. "I'll be watching for it."

He nods, that lovely adorable little smile on his face, waves to you, blows a kiss, and walks away from you.

Adrenaline fills every cell of your body as the ball hits the back of the net. A goal. But not just any goal.

Your Fermín's goal!

Your muscles send you to your feet, and you cheer, clapping your hands together, watching your boyfriend. You're sitting in a seat very close to the pitch, and you know that if he wanted to, Fermín could come over and hug you right now. But he knows he can't. He understands and respects that you can't be being pointed out. It has to stay a secret.

So, instead, he eyes you, with all the joy in the world.

You grin back, nodding at him. You can't help but giggle.

After the game, you return to Fermín's arms immediately, as if there's a magnetic force between you and him. "Hola, mi prícipe azul," you mutter softly with a little chuckle, before squealing and saying, "You did so good! What a goal! You're amazing!"

"Stop..." he murmurs back, but is clearly loving your praise.

You smile and lean up, about to kiss him, when suddenly your phone starts buzzing and ringing in your back pocket. You hesitate, eyes locked with your boyfriend's, before sighing and leaning away. You slip your phone out of your pocket. "Oh..." you stare at the screen. "It's Carlos."

Fermín nods understandingly and leans away. "I'll keep quiet. I know you have to answer it."

You nod, sending him a grateful smile, before leaning against the wall and answering the phone with a bubbly, "¡Eh, Carlos! ¿Cómo te va?" You hope you don't sound so cheery that is sounds like you're faking it. Well, it's not like you're not happy. You are!

Carlos completely ignores your question, cutting right to the chase. "Where are you?"

"Uh...? I'm at my friend's house. In Sigüenza. Why?"

"Really?" Carlos asks slowly. "How far of a drive is it from Barbastro to Sigüenza? Because I doubt it's under fifteen minutes."

You feel your heart drop to your stomach, and you lean more heavily on the wall behind you as your knees start to shake. Fermín sees this and takes a step toward you. He opens his mouth to say something, but you prevent that with simply a shake of your head. You swallow and put on a confused voice as you respond to your brother, "Sorry...?"

"You heard me. Y/n, what the hell? Why the hell did you lie to me? Why the hell are you in Barbastro? Why the hell are you at a Barcelona game, instead of on the sofa next to me right now?"

"Listen-" you cough, nervousness pounding in your head. Your eyes sprout tears, but you wipe them. Fermín- bless his heart- puts a hand on your shoulder, and gives you the eyes that seem to say, Just say the word, and I'll stand up for you.

You give your boyfriend another quick nod before responding into the phone, lies coming to your brain naturally, on the spot, "Listen, Carlos. I'm sorry for not telling you. My friend in Sigüenza I guess is a fan, and she thought it'd be so fun for us to all go to the game together. So, you know, there wasn't much I could argue with when someone buys you a ticket to a football game. You... You know? I'm sorry for lying. I really am. I just didn't tell you because I knew you'd be upset. You know, about me going to FC Barcelona's game instead of staying home with my family and watching Real Madrid's the night before. I really am sorry, Carlos. I hope you'll... forgive me. But... How did you even know I was at the game... Carlos?" You swallow, waiting for the answer. Fermín takes your hand and give it a gentle squeeze.

"The television showed you. Over and over. The commentators were pretty fascinated to see Y/n Sainz at a Barcelona game. Especially the one in Barbastro."

"Oh, f*ck that!" you snap. "My f*cking disguise didn't even work! Why don't they get their stupid cameras out of my life for once! Ugh!" you say angrily. Fermín gently rubs your shoulder, which is at least some ounce of comfort. "So, what? How did you see it, anyway? Have you just been caught red-handed watching a Barcelona game, too?"

"No. I was flipping channels, and there you were. But there's still something that's not making sense." Your eyebrows scrunch together as your grip on Fermín's hand tightens. Was there a hole in your lies that you missed...? Then Carlos asks, "Where were your friends?"

The lump in your throat grows larger. "What do you mean?"

"You were sitting next to some fat old man with a jersey from twenty years ago and a bunch of snotty kids on the other side-" Carlos has never been one to go out of his way to compliment anything associating with football club Barcelona. "-so where were your friend sitting, then?"

It feels as if all the muscles in your body flex at this one. Your mind goes blank, desperately searching for yet another lie to save yourself from telling your older brother the truth. It's like you've dug yourself in a hole that you're desperately trying to climb out of. It feels like you've nearly reached the top-

but your hand just slipped, plummeting you straight back down to the bottom, where you started.

And you break.

Tears stream down your face, and Fermín immediately tries to grab the phone from you, but you pull it away, swallowing as you blubber into the phone, "I don't know, Carlos... Okay... I don't know..."

There's a second or two of silence on the other end, before Carlos says, now in a more tender, less interrogating voice, "Y/n, all I asked is where your friend are. Is everything okay? Are you alright? Y/n, you're worrying me..."

"Please, Carlos... I'm fine... Just... Please..."

"Can you please just tell me the truth?"

"No..." you sniff, leaning into Fermín more and more. "I can't, because you'll be mad at me... It will ruin our relationship..." You don't know if you're talking about your relationship with Carlos or your relationship with Fermín.

"This is ruining our relationship! You keeping stuff from me! Y/n, you're my little sister! I don't want anything bad to happen to you! Just tell me what's wrong, and I can help!"

"You're the one making it all wrong. If you'd just leave me alone-"

"No. Y/n, you need to be honest with me right now, okay?"

"No, I don't. I don't, and I f*cking won't." At this, you hang up and fall into Fermín's arms.

He holds you there, close to his chest, before whispering, "I'm sorry..."

You look up slowly, sniffing, and wipe your eyes. It doesn't do much, since your tears are still coming. "For what?" you whisper. "You've done nothing wrong... It's just... Everything is messed up. Nothing went how I wanted it to... Fermín, I'm scared."

His eyes are tender, and he strokes your cheek. "My Y/n... I hate to see you cry. There's nothing to be scared of." He puts his arm around your back and starts leading you down the hall. "If Carlos finds out, Carlos finds out. He loves you, and you know that. I know you've spent all your energy hiding this, but mistakes happen, okay? I'll be by your side, but what's done is done." You nod, wiping up your soaked face with your hands, and let him lead you, until you get to the street. He sighs and murmurs, "F*ck. Missed the bus back to the hotel..."

"Oh..." a wave of guilt washes over you. "Fermín, I'm sorry... Isn't your team worried about you?"

"No, no. Don't worry about it. Either they completely missed my absence, or they got the memo that my girlfriend has just arrived and I might have other plans. Let's hope it's the second one, because that would be just a tad bit too silly if they just flat out forgot about me." There's a teasing tone in his voice, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Make you feel better. "You drove here? Where is your car?"

"Oh... yeah, right..." you sigh. After all the rush and emotions, you completely forgot you had your car here. You glance to Fermín, and catch in his expectant eyes a glint of excitement, too. You smile softly, understanding completely what this is from. You roll your eyes. "And no, Fermín. I didn't pull up in a Ferrari. That would draw too much attention." You can't blame him for being excited. You have driven a Ferrari before, (and many other super sick vehicles) and you know Fermín would love to go for a spin in one (or another of the insane sports cars you've driven.)

Fermín thinks they're cool, and as the daughter of Carlos Sainz Sr. and the sister of Carlos Sainz Jr., you tend to be able to get your hands on some pretty luxurious cars, it just so happens. And it's not like your family (especially your brother) won't jump at the drop of a hat to lend you something like that. You're Carlos's baby sister, and he'd do anything to treat you. So when you take advantage of that, every so often Fermín gets to go for a ride.

And you suppose Carlos has no idea of that.

Yet.

And just like that, you feel nauseous again.

When you arrive at Fermín's hotel room, you immediately both put on pajamas and get into bed. All night, he holds you close, never letting go. You lean your head against his chest, basking in the comfort. He knows it's hard. He understands what you're going through.

"Te amo," he whispers, just as you're drifting off to sleep. You never get a chance to say it back, because you're asleep before you can.

"I'm coming back to Barcelona with you."

"Lo siento, ¿qué?" Fermín asks, his head whipping up from tying the drawstrings of his sweatpants as he exits the hotel bathroom. His light pink lips are slightly parted as he stares at you, eyebrows raised.

"You heard me. I'm coming back to Barcelona with you," you repeat, locking eyes with him.

Fermín crosses the room and slips onto the hotel bed next to you, gently placing his hand on your thigh. "Mi corazón..." he mutters. "Of course I would never complain- I would love it if you came back to Barcelona with me. But don't you think that's not the best idea? Don't you have things to deal with back home in Madrid?"

You hesitate and mutter. "Sure I do. But I'd rather come with you back to Barcelona."

He frowns, nodding. "When are you going to go back to Madrid? And what will you tell your brother?"

Suddenly you snap, slipping out of bed, "I don't care, Fermín! And I don't plan to tell my brother anything! I know he'll call, but he can't make me pick up. I'm sick of him pretending like he's in charge of my life!"

"Y/n, come on. We both know he just cares about you. You know how worried sick he'll be if you randomly cut off communications and don't even tell him what happened to you. You can't do that to him. I know if my sibling did that to me, I'd be worried sick, too, and you and Carlos are very close. And he's much older than you. You know how he thinks of you. You can't do that to your brother," he tries, looking for eye contact. But you continue looking down.

"Fermín, no." You speak quietly, but firmly. "I won't. I'm scared, and I don't want to deal with him right now. And I know you said you'd be by my side, but I know you can't be. You can't possibly come to Madrid with me, and then get back to Barcelona."

Fermín sighs, and takes your chin, forcing you to look him in his eyes. "I understand you want to avoid your brother, but you can't have him worrying like that. It's just not right. He's only so concerned and protective because he cares, Y/n."

Your jaw clenches. You try to look away, but he doesn't let you. You swallow, looking at him, and murmur, realizing there's not much you can do, "Alright. Can we compromise?"

Fermín looks a little surprised at your sudden giving in, but nods. "Maybe. What are you thinking?"

You sigh. "I come back to Barcelona with you, but I still text Carlos. But I tell him I won't call, and if he wants to talk to me, he has to come to Barcelona himself and do it."

Fermín's immediate reaction is to protest with, "You expect him to drive from Madrid to Barcelona? You know how long of a trip that is!"

"Well, too bad, Fermín!" you snap. "It's what I'm willing to do! If he cares enough, he'll drive up. And trust me- he does."

Your boyfriend frowns, considering this, and finally nods. "Okay, then... I guess it's fair enough." And that's that.

You sit between Fermín's legs on the couch, watching the television as you munch on buttered popcorn and Fermín plays with/braids your hair. It's been three weeks since when Barcelona faced off with Barbastro, and since then all you've communicated with your brother is that if he wants to discuss anything with you, he's got to come to Barcelona and do it himself.

Do you miss your older brother? Yes. Yes, you one hundred percent do. Are you scared of your brother's attitude and reaction? Yes. Yes, you one hundred percent are.

As Fermín leans close, now stroking your arm with one hand, your phone buzzes in your lap. You give the bowl of popcorn to your boyfriend and pick up your phone.

You stare in shock at what you read on your phone. Fermín leans over and reads the text from Carlos along with you:

Carlos: I just arrived in Barcelona. I'm hoping we can meet somewhere in the morning, if you're not busy? I've been worrying lots

Fermín's hand gently moves to your waist, and after a few seconds, he whispers, "What will you do, my Y/n?"

"I don't know..." you sigh in hesitation.

"Can I make a suggestion?"

You look up at him from behind, meeting his eyes. You can't help but giggle at each other. He sighs, before turning serious again and saying, "Just send him my address and tell him to be around at 9:00 A.M."

"Fermín!" you snap, as though he's a complete lunatic. "You think we can just do it, just like that?!"

"Sure," he nods, cool headed. "I'm not scared of him, just because he drives cars fast and he's got big muscles. I run fast and... have slightly less big muscles than him." He grins, and you can't help but smile, too, at this. Fermín has a way of making serious things light-hearted. "Anyway, if you do it this way, I'll be there with you. Maybe it'd be easier to show him rather than tell. And I'll do the talking that you're still nervous to do. I will." He looks at you with sincere eyes.

You stare ahead, considering this for a while as Fermín slowly and absentmindedly rubs your thigh. Finally you sigh and mutter, "I guess that's the best thing... It's a shame it has come to this."

Fermín laughs softly, shaking his head, but you don't mind it. "You knew that at some point it would come to this. Y/n, you know this will be fine. It will be. I promise. Your brother loves you too much to do any of the stupid things you're scared of happening."

You frown, but then turn around hug him tightly. "Okay... Fermín." You look him in the eyes. "Okay. I know. It's still nerve-racking, though."

"I know, I know," he responds.

You sigh, take out your phone, and, despite yourself, text him.

Fermín gives your upper thigh a little pat.

You look up and study his handsome, lovely face for a few seconds, before kissing him all over. He lets you, chuckling a little. He always seems to laugh when you show him lots of affection, and you love it.

And before long, the two of you are fast asleep there.

When the doorbell rings at 9:01 A.M., your heart drops to your stomach. You knew it would happen. You prepared yourself. But you still can't help but shiver with nervous.

Fermín is trying making breakfast, and you're sitting at the island in the kitchen. He looks up from the food and is about to speak, but you say before he can, in a hurried tone, "I'll get it. You just stay here and keep making breakfast."

He hesitates for a moment, but then nods. "Alright... Call if you need me. And he's welcome to come in, too."

You nod and then head to the door. You exhale slowly, before opening the door.

Immediately, you're wrapped in a huge bear hug from your strong older brother, and he snaps, "What the hell? Why have you been avoiding me like this?! Are you embarrassed? It's fine! I've thought about it, and if you're dating a Barcelona fan that's fine... As long as he's a good guy, it shouldn't matter that much, right?"

You blink in surprise, leaning back, away from him, and meet his eyes, which are very similar to your own in shape and color. He's not stupid. Clearly he's tried to figure it out. But the concept of me dating an actual player for the club is so ridiculous, he just expects it's some random culer dude? Just this concept makes your heart (which was already in your stomach) seem to fall down to your knees. You swallow and awkwardly smile. If you could speak, you would, but no words whatsoever come to mind, and your mouth feels much too dry to form any words.

"So... I'm assuming this is his flat? Is he here? Can I meet him? What's his name?"

You allow yourself to breathe a little, and swallow. "Yes, this is his flat... And he's here... In the kitchen... You- You can meet him..." You open the door wide for him, and have to try a few times, before your voice finally allows you to call, "Fer- Fermín!"

"Fer...mín? That's his name?" your older brother asks. You nod slowly meeting his eyes again. You can't imagine that Carlos would know who Fermín is... right? It's not like a gives really any of his attention to any football club other than Real Madrid... Perhaps just the name sounds familiar? Well, it's not like Fermín has a super uncommon name or anything...

Your head is starting to hurt from all this overthinking. You swallow. "Yeah, yeah... That's his name."

You watch with dread (which you never though you'd feel at the sight of him) as your boyfriend enters the room. He has a smile on his face, but he's eyebrows are knitted together.

For a moment, the two stand there.

It's strange, for you. Here are (probably) the two people you care about most. The two people you spend the most time with, the two's whose opinions you value the most. Here they are, together. Two who you care about so much, but have always been separate. And you've always kept it that way.

It feels off, to have the two in the same room, right here, in front of you.

Their heights don't differ much, but Fermín's younger, gentler features contrast with Carlos. Fermín has lighter, nicer kept hair, while your brother of course has the same shock of dark hair you have, and right now, it's grown out a bit, curling at his ears.

You stare at the two.

You swallow as something like very vague recognition is reflected on Carlos's face. He says slowly, holding his hand out to shake Fermín's, "Hola... Have we met before...?"

You can't help but shake your head a little. Carlos, not recognizing a first team Barcelona player when he's right in front of him.

Or, pretty much first team, anyway.

A (cute) little nervous crooked smile appears on your boyfriend's face. He sends you a brief little glance with only those chocolate brown eyes, before looking back to Carlos. He shakes his hand as he swallows and says, "Well, you know, I... uh, I actually play for FC Barcelona."

Carlos opens his mouth, shuts it, and opens it again. "Okay..." he says slowly. "That... It makes sense, now... that Y/n was at the game in Barbastro..." he seems to be talking more to himself. He glances to you, and his eyes linger, before shifting back to Fermín and saying, "Fermín... Fermín Gómez...?"

That crooked little smile appears on Fermín's face again. "López."

You watch as your older brother nods, and then looks to you slowly. "Y/n, can I...?" he trails off, glancing to Fermín.

Fermín seems to get the hint that you didn't even pick up and nods, saying, "I'll go finish making breakfast. Carlos and Y/n, you're welcome to just stay here in the living room." He gives a cute little awkward smile, and walks out of the room.

Now you don't want him to go.

But your brother gently takes your wrist and tows you to the couch, forcing your eyes to wander from the doorway that Fermín just left through. You look to Carlos and swallow. Those eyes. So incredibly earnest. "You're not... mad?" you murmur softly.

"Mad? I'm disappointed you hid it from me, and didn't trust me. A part of me doesn't feel right about you dating a Barcelona player, but it's not like the club someone is playing for decides how good of a boyfriend he is, or if he's meant to be with my sister or not. I'm shocked- I was expecting it's a Barcelona fan, not a player. But whatever..." He trails off, swallows, and finishes, "No. No, I'm not mad."

"Oh... Oh, okay... I'm... I'm sorry."

He nods, not looking at you. "I forgive you. I'm sorry, too. There had to have been a reason why you didn't trust me. So I'm sorry."

You say, "I forgive you," though you're not even one hundred percent sure what you're forgiving him for.

If you thought introducing just your older brother to Fermín was just terrible, introducing him to your whole family is like actual hell.

Fermín keeps his arms tightly around your shoulders as you sit on your couch. You feel stiff and rigid as Fermín manages the awkward questions and empty small talk. Your family is always so open, but with Carlos insisting everyone meet Fermín here, it's unnatural.

Why don't they accept him? They accept other people's friends, girlfriends, etc., much easier. Fermín is acting so sweet and polite.. like he always does... What don't they like about him?

Unlike Carlos, do they really care that much about stupid football club rivalries? Gosh, there are plenty of fans of different clubs who get on just fine.

How is Fermín being a player any different?

He's a culer, just like any fan, right? I mean, I don't know what I am. Am I a culer?

Who cares? I'm Fermín López's girlfriend and Carlos Sainz Sr.'s daughter. Think that's enough for one person!

Suddenly you're pulled out of your racing mind when Fermín's hand settles on your waist and he says, "...right, Y/n?"

"Uh, huh?" you ask, looking at Fermín just as he pecks your lips with a little laugh. You blush and murmur, "Gosh, Fermín, not here."

But he pulls you tighter to his side and says with a soft, slightly defiant little smirk, "I'm so happy that you all have accepted me as Y/n's boyfriend, Sainz family." The faces of your family members span from confused to uncomfortable to (only a few of them) genuinely accepting. But Fermín adds with a chuckle, kissing your cheek, "Although, of course, your opinions, or anyone's, about our relationship doesn't matter to me." He meets your eyes with those deep brown ones.

You swallow and nod, getting up the courage in that moment to respond with, "Yeah, Fermín... You know, I think I agree with you..."

[digitaldiarystuff]

Good Enough For You

note: this was a lovely request from one of you guys and it was so fun to write, hope you enjoy it💖

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summary: you are fermin’s best friend hoping he’d one day fall for you but the day may come sooner than expected

pairing: Fermin Lopez x Y/N

genre: angst/ fluff

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You were sitting on the stands of Camp Nou anxiously waiting for the game to end. Barca was ahead by one and the game almost ended, when the referee blew the whistle, you happily stood up and hugged Fermin’s mom and dad celebrating. You and Fermin were long time friends and you occasionally paid a visit to him since his first game. You were so proud of him for achieving his dream while you were stuck in a smaller town you grew up together. You always knew he’d be a famous star and your admiration turned into something more over the years but being too afraid to ruin the friendship, you never told him. Your families, being close friends, always wanted something to happen between you two but you always shut it down embarrassed. You knew he would never feel the same and just stopped holding out hope after he became a Barcelona star entirely, just content with having him as a friend.

“You should go to him, dear.” his mom said after players started getting off the field.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s busy celebrating in the locker room. I wouldn’t want to interrupt.” you coyly smiled, even though you have been to many games you never went to him after the game. It felt like something a girlfriend could do.

“Oh don’t be silly, I’m sure he’d be more than happy to see you.”

You just nodded and made your way into the tunnels nervously fidgeting with your hands and texted Fermin you were out there to congratulate him. He didn’t text back but soon he opened the door to the locker room still laughing with his friends.

“Hey you.” he said as he picked you up happily and you embraced him. He was still sweaty but you didn’t care.

“I’m so proud of you, you were amazing out there.” you smiled and said.

“Well I couldn’t disappoint my biggest fan.” he cheekily said and you laughed.

“Well, you didn’t.” he kissed your temple and grinned from ear to ear.

“Listen I need to get back in there to shower but there’s this party to celebrate the win. Do you think you can make it?” you actually had a ride tomorrow and still had to pack but seeing his big eyes pleading with you did wonders.

“Of course” you smiled and he hugged you once more before going inside the room. You made your way to his parents also informing them that you’ll catch a ride with Fermin to his friends’ house and be back together. They simply nodded and told you to have fun but make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid, you just laughed.

Fermin has texted you to meet him at the car park, you were incredibly nervous because even though you’ve been here before you never actually met his friends in person. You saw them when you facetimed Fermin but that’s it.

You soon heard his voice behind you and smiled as your eyes met. His smile was enough to melt you, he was so dreamy looking with his damp hair and normal clothes. You realized you were staring and turned your head to his friends examining them. He was with Ferran and Gavi.

“Hi” you smiled shyly “I’m Y/N”

“Trust me we know who you are, Fermin here doesn’t shut up about you it’s kinda cute.” Pablo said and you looked at Fermin only for him to look down and smile.

You all went into Ferran’s car, you and Fermin in the backseat.

“So you talk about me to your friends?”

“No, maybe” he said and turned around to look outside the car, embarrassed. You could feel your heart racing at the thought.

When you finally arrived at Pablo’s house he told you to get comfortable and went into the kitchen to get snacks and drinks. You thought it would be rude if you didn’t help so followed him shortly after.

“Hey” you smiled “Can I help you with anything?”

He looked back and smiled.

“No it’s all good, you’re the guest just enjoy yourself.”

You were about to reply when the doorbell rang. It was some of their other friends, you didn’t know it was that kind of party but decided meeting new people couldn’t hurt. Unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned as you saw the girls that came in circle Fermin almost immediately. Since you weren’t always around, you didn’t exactly know about his love life. He never told you anything about it and you didn’t have the heart to ask but tonight, you understood his lifestyle completely. You were wallowing in your own sorrow whilst he was enjoying everything that fame brought. He had his arm around one blonde while talking to another and you were staring with a nearly full beer bottle in hand. Story of your life. That was until you felt the couch move next to you.

“If you want him to notice you, you need to have fun.” Pablo smirked and handed you a cocktail.

“I- I don’t”

“Don’t even say ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ when you’ve been sitting with heartbreak written on your beautiful face.” you immediately looked up at him not knowing how to feel but he just giggled.

“Don’t worry I’m not trying to steal you from him, I’m not that evil. I just want to help.”

“Why would you want that?” you inquired.

“Because he’s too dumb to see how he really feels but I think we can make him see you.”

“How?” you said intrigued by his proposal but also, terrified of doing something to hurt Fermin.

“First, as I said before, you need to let loose and start having fun.” he again tried handing you the glass and you took it with caution.

It was well into the party and you were on your fourth cocktail getting more relaxed with each. Pablo never left your side and made conversation with you. You were actually glad you took his advice because this was way more fun than sitting in silence feeling bad about yourself. Pablo was cracking jokes left and right and you found yourself laughing harder and harder. You occasionally felt Fermin’s eyes on you questioning your sudden demeanor change but Pablo said not to give him any attention, he also told you Fermin was too confident in his relationship with you to understand he could lose it easily. You really took in his words and decided he was right, no matter if you were single or taken, Fermin knew you would drop everything to be by his side any time but you not even speaking to him for hours made him feel uneasy.

Pablo looked at Fermin glaring at you two and leaned in your ear to tell you he was looking like he’s about to explode and from the outside, the state you were in seemed like full on flirting with him in your ear and you giggling like a school girl. When he finally pulled away you were faced with a distraught Fermin in front of you.

“We’re leaving. Let’s get your stuff.” he said reaching his arm out for you to take it.

“But I was having fun.” you whined with alcohol in your system, yes you were tipsy.

“Y/N I said we’re leaving.” he said sternly and was about to give in when Pablo interrupted.

“I can drop her off tomorrow, you don’t have to worry about her bro.”

Your eyes widened and you could see Fermin getting more worked up. He didn’t say anything just reached for your arm, he wasn’t harsh but put enough pressure for you to get up. You quickly looked at Pablo who gave you a knowing smile and mouthed ‘it worked’ You smiled to him and Fermin caught on, being more hasty and getting you away from Pablo immediately.

When you were waiting for a car to drive you back to his house, it was dead silent. You wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say and Fermin didn’t look like he wanted to speak at all. You thought of an idea with your drunk mind and executed it before your brain can stop you, you quickly wrapped your arms around his torso and put your head in the crook of his neck. You could sense him freeze for a moment before embracing you. You knew he could never say no to you, as you could never say no to him. As you hugged, the tension slowly disappeared, he was much more calm now.

“I don’t like the thought of you with one of my friends.” he finally confessed without looking at you.

“Why not?” you questioned.

“Because they don’t deserve you.” he said and you tried to get him to look at your eyes but he was looking everywhere else.

“You said that about all my boyfriends Fermin, who is good enough for me then?”

Please say me, please say me, please say me you thought. You knew this was a risky conversation but Pablo’s words and Fermin’s actions tonight made your hopes go up again. You thought it’s tonight or never.

“Fermin?” you questioned when he didn’t say anything.

“What?”

“I’m asking, who’s good enough for me?” you pressed.

He paused again which made you incredibly irritated. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“I am, okay I’m the only one who knows you and loves you. I know everything about you and I believe I’m the only one who can make you the happiest! And I always thought we’d be together until tonight, when I saw how comfortable you were with Pablo and it freaked me out because I’ll never forgive myself if I lost my chance!” he finally yelled out, frustrated.

You couldn’t even react due to hearing what you’ve always dreamed about. You wanted to scream and run to him but all you could do was stand there while you tried processing the information Fermin shouted your way and you could see his eyes closed.

“I shouldn’t have said any of that Y/N I’m sorry I don’t know- I just needed you to know I’m sorry I really-

You cut him off by kissing him while his eyes were still closed, he opened them with shock but quickly shut them again kissing you back. You thought about every possible reaction you could give him but nothing seemed as good as this one, you’ve always dreamed about kissing him and your emotions took over. His hands found your cheeks as he held you like you could break, his kiss was gentle and sweet filled with love. You were on cloud nine enjoying your first kiss when a car honked forcing you to break the kiss. He smiled at you and you smiled back, noses still touching.

“I think that’s our ride.” he whispered, still smiling.

“Yeah” you said out of breath.

He held your hand and opened the car door for you to get in and hopped in after you. You were still in shock trying to understand if this is a dream but your thoughts soon disappeared when he held your hand and pulled you closer in the backseat helping your face settle on his chest allowing you to hear his heartbeat and it was almost as fast as yours. You closed your eyes taking his scent in, being happier than ever. You were at peace.

[the-offside-rule]

Fermín Lopez (FCBarcelona) - loml

Requested: yes

Prompt: 46) "Are you going to undress me with your eyes or are you actually going to do something?"

Fermín x f1driver!reader

Warnings: it's just really long tbh oh and there's some fluffy smut, and then SMUT unprotected s€x, oral (f receiving), light cursing

The final whistle blew, signalling the end of the match and the season for Fermín Lopez. The crowd roared as the team celebrated their victory on the field, but Fermín's mind was already elsewhere. He high-fived his teammates, a wide grin on his face, but his heart was set on the upcoming reunion he had been longing for.

As he made his way through the tunnel towards the locker room, a wave of exhaustion hit him. The season had been grueling, filled with highs and lows, but now it was over. And that meant only one thing—he could finally see Y/n again.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Fermín stepped out to the press area, where the media eagerly awaited. He was greeted by a barrage of camera flashes and microphones, but he was used to this. He spotted a familiar face in the crowd, the team's usual reporter, and gave a nod in her direction.

"Fermín! Over here!" she called, and he made his way towards her. "Great game out there, Fermín, also an incredible goal. How does it feel to end the season on such a high note?" The microphone leaned towards him. "It feels amazing." He replied, his smile broadening. "The team worked really hard, and it’s great to finish strong." The reporter nodded. "So, what are your plans for the summer?" She asked, leaning in with interest. Fermín’s eyes sparkled as he answered. "I’m heading to Monaco to visit my girlfriend, Y/n. She has just raced there, and I can’t wait to see her. We’ve been apart for a month because of my games and her races, and it’s been tough. But I’m really excited to be there to support her."

The reporter's eyes widened with curiosity. "That sounds wonderful! How do you manage the long-distance relationship with both of your busy schedules?" Fermín sighed. "It’s not easy,but we both understand each other’s passions and commitments. We talk every day, and we support each other from afar. Now that the season’s over, I’m just looking forward to spending time with her and cheering her on."

"That’s great to hear. Best of luck to Y/n in her race, and enjoy your summer, Fermín." Fermín smiled."Thank you." He said, giving her a polite nod before moving on to the driver car park. As he walked away, Fermín couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement. In just a few days, he’d be in Monaco, the picturesque city by the sea, watching Y/n race. He could already picture her, focused and determined, the way she always was when behind the wheel. For now, though, he had to wrap up his duties here. He answered a few more questions, signed some autographs, and finally, with a sense of fulfillment and anticipation, made his way out of the stadium. The warm evening air greeted him as he stepped outside, and he took a deep breath, savoring the moment. In a few short days, he’d be with Y/n. And that thought alone made everything worth it.

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The flight to Monaco felt like it took forever, even though it was only a few hours. Fermín spent most of it restless, unable to sleep despite his exhaustion. His mind was consumed with thoughts of Y/n and how it would feel to hold her again. As the plane descended, his excitement grew, making him almost giddy with anticipation.

Finally, the plane touched down, and Fermín quickly grabbed his bag and made his way through the airport. His heart pounded with each step closer to the arrivals hall. As the automatic doors slid open, he scanned the crowd, his eyes darting back and forth. And then he saw her. Y/n stood there, looking as beautiful as ever, her eyes searching for him in the sea of faces. The moment their eyes met, her face lit up with a radiant smile, and she broke into a run.

Fermín dropped his bag and opened his arms wide just as Y/n leaped into them, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He held her tightly, spinning around slightly as the world seemed to disappear around them. "I missed you so much," Y/n whispered into his ear, her voice filled with emotion. "I missed you too." Fermín replied, his voice thick with the same feeling. He pulled back slightly to look at her, their faces inches apart. "I can't believe I'm finally here with you." She smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Me neither. It feels like forever."

They shared a soft, tender kiss, the kind that spoke volumes about their time apart and their joy in being together again. After a moment, Fermín gently set her down but kept an arm around her waist, unwilling to let her go completely. "How was the flight?" She asked, her hand resting on his chest. "Boring." He said with a chuckle. "But worth every minute now that I'm here with you." Y/n kissed his cheek. "Come on, let's get out of here," Y/n said, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the exit. "I've got so much to show you and so little time before the race."

"So, where to first?" He asked, a playful grin on his face. "Well-" Y/n said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "There's this gorgeous hotel room with a seaside view if you'd like a tour." Fermín bit his lower lip, in an attempt to hide his grin. "Lead the way." He whispered, kissing her hand before she practically hauled him and his luggage out towards the exit of the airport.

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The couple walked through the bustling streets of Monaco. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the beautiful city, as the tourists and racing enthusiasts filled the streets, their conversations blending into a lively hum.

As they turned a corner near the harbor, a group of fans spotted Y/n and hurried over, their faces lighting up with excitement. "Y/n! Y/n! Can we get a photo with you?" One of them called out. Y/n laughed and nodded. "Of course!" Fermín watched as the fans gathered around Y/n, their admiration for her evident. One of the fans handed Fermín a phone, asking, "Could you take the photo for us?" Y/n looked over to Fermín, expecting a lighthearted joke about him not being asked for a photo but his reaction was the complete opposite. Fermín's heart swelled with pride. "Absolutely." He said, taking the phone. He backed up a few steps to get a good angle, making sure to capture the picturesque background of Monaco along with the smiling faces of Y/n and her fans.

"Alright, everyone say cheese!" Fermín called out, snapping a few photos. The group giggled and struck different poses, and Fermín happily obliged, capturing each moment. After taking several photos, Fermín handed the phone back to the fan. "Here you go. I hope they turned out okay." The fans checked the photos and thanked him enthusiastically. "They're perfect! Thank you so much!" Y/n turned to Fermín with a grateful smile as the fans walked away, chatting excitedly among themselves. "Thank you babe. You're the best."

Fermín shrugged modestly, but his eyes shone with happiness. "I'm just living my life as a Formula One wag. This is the way." He chuckled. "Easily the best wag." She smiled, taking his hand in hers again as they continued on their walk.

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Fermín stepped out of the sleek black sports car, the warm Mediterranean breeze tousling his hair. The stars sparkled against the inky sky, casting a gentle glow over gorgeous city . He rounded the car to the passenger side, a smile playing on his lips as he reached for the door handle. Inside, Y/n watched him through the window. Fermín was always the gentleman, a trait that never failed to make her feel cherished. As he opened the door, he held his hand for her to take and of course, she did. As she gracefully stepped out, her elegant dress shimmering under the streetlights. As the young driver steadied herself, her fingers interwined with her boyfriend's. His eyes sparkled as he looked at her, admiration evident in his gaze. "You look stunning." He murmured, his voice soft and sincere.

"Thank you." She replied, her cheeks warming. "You don't look so bad yourself." As they stood there, sharing a quiet moment, a few onlookers gathered at a respectful distance. The romantic gesture did not go unnoticed, and soon, cameras were clicking, capturing the sweet scene. Fans who recognized both Fermín and Y/n couldn't help but smile at the adorable couple. They smiled and waved, interacting with the fans who stayed respectful towards them, something that the couple found they would only have in Monaco. "Ready for dinner?" Fermín asked, leaning in. "Absolutely." Y/n replied, her excitement matching his.

Hand in hand, they made their way towards the entrance of the restaurant. The ambient lighting and chic decor promised a cozy, intimate evening. They were greeted by the maître d', who led them to a secluded table by the window, offering a breathtaking view of the shimmering harbor. As they settled into their seats, Fermín reached across the table, his hand finding hers once more. "I've been looking forward to this all week." He said, his thumb gently caressing her knuckles.

"Me too." Y/n agreed, her smile brightening the room. "It's nice to have some time just for us." Their conversation flowed effortlessly, laughter punctuating their words as they enjoyed a delicious meal. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in their perfect little bubble. After ordering, they took a moment to appreciate the view. The lights from the yachts reflected off the dark water, creating a magical atmosphere. "I was thinking today-" Fermín began, breaking the comfortable silence. "About how far we've come." Y/n tilted her head, curiosity shining in her eyes. "Oh? What brought that on?" Fermín shrugged, a fond smile playing on his lips. "I guess it's just being here with you. Monaco has always been a dream destination for me, and now I'm sharing it with the person I love. It feels like I'm in a movie or something."

Y/n squeezed his hand. "I wouldn't be mad if you proposed right now." Y/n joked as Fermín smiled lovingly, almost considering proposing, yet he nodded, his gaze locking with hers. "Do you remember our first trip together? We got lost in that tiny village, and you insisted we try to find our way without a map." She laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "In my defense, I had been in that town many times before. I didnt think I needed a map." Fermín bit his lip to hide his smile. "And how did that go for us?" Y/n shrugged as she sipped her wine. "Well, we made it out of that town, didn't we?"

Their meals arrived, and they took a moment to savour the delicious flavors. Between bites, they continued to reminisce, sharing stories and laughter. "Amor?" Fermín said, setting down his fork. Y/n across to him. "The whole point of this thinking is that the one thing I've found is that it doesn't matter where I am or what I'm doing, as long as I'm with you." Y/n's eyes softened. "Babe, you're going to make me cry and this mascara was very expensive."

Fermín leaned closer, his expression turning serious. "I want to promise you something, Y/n." She felt a lump grow in her throat as she looked between his eyes and down to his lips. "No matter where life takes us, I'll always be by your side. Through every high and low, every twist and turn." He squeezed her hand yet again, reinstating his promise to her. "And I promise the same, Fermín. All that and more." Fermín brought Y/n's hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss onto it. "Now, let's eat." He smiled, lifting his fork once more and beginning to eat as the couple indulged in new topics of conversation.

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Inside their apartment, the ambiance was peaceful and inviting. Soft lighting created a warm glow, and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing background. Y/n slipped off her heels by the door, sighing in relief as she wiggled her toes. "Want some tea before bed?” Fermín asked, heading towards the kitchen. “That sounds lovely.” Y/n replied, getting up off of the sofa to follow him. She watched as he expertly prepared their favourite herbal tea, the familiar routine bringing a sense of calm and comfort.

"Now, amor. It's hot so be carefu-" Y/n gasped as the hot tea touched her tongue. Fermín began laughing, setting the two cups aside. "I just told you to be careful." He said, his hands now holding both sides of her face. Y/n's hands found his. "You should've been quicker." She retaliated playfully. "Or maybe you should slow down." They stood there for a moment, the quiet music Fermín had put on earlier in the background as they found themselves swaying along. "Today was wonderful." Y/n said softly. "Thank you for making it so special." Fermín moved a strand of hair from her face. "And thank you for being so unbelievably perfect for me."

Finishing their tea, they made their way to the bedroom. Fermín started to unbutton his shirt, while Y/n slipped into the bathroom to change. When she returned, wearing a comfortable pair of pyjamas, Fermín had already laid out her side of the bed and was brushing his teeth. She joined him at the sink, playfully nudging him with her elbow. “Scoot over, I need some space too.” He chuckled, making room for her. They brushed their teeth side by side, occasionally bumping shoulders and sharing amused glances in the mirror. When they finished, Fermín wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

“Ready for bed?” He asked, his voice low and tender, his lips pressing gentle kisses onto her neck, trying to tempt her back to bed with him. “Mmh, almost.” Y/n hummed, her head falling back slightly as she watched him through the mirror. “I just need to wash my face.” Fermín nodded, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Take your time." He grinned before cheekily slapping her ass. "Fermín Lopez Marín!" She squealed as he headed to the bedroom to wait for her.

Shortly after, Y/n entered the bedroom, she saw him staring at her, hungrily. He was propped up on his elbows as his gaze swiftly moved from her face down to the shirt she was wearing; his shirt. She leaned against the door, an amused smile tugging ag her lips. "Are you going to just undress me with your eyes, or are you actually going to do something?" She asked innocently. "Come here then." He replied. Y/n walked slowly towards him, their eyes not daring to dart away from one another. She stopped at the end of the bed before crawling up towards Fermín. His breath caught in his throat as she climbed on top of him, her hands exploring his bare chest as he looked up to her in complete awe that someone could be this beautiful. His lips needed to taste hers. And so, he bridged the gap between them. Y/n's fingers tangled in his her as Fermín's hands roamed Y/n's body. Their kisses became deeper and deeper. Y/n found herself moving her hips, desperately trying to find some form of friction.

She felt him smile into their kiss. "Please, let me." He whispered into her lips. Y/n hummed. Fermín reached down to undo the string of her shorts as Y/n promptly helped him to take them off. As Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, Fermín had managed to flip them both over so he was now on top. His lips trailed away from hers, peppering a gentle trail of kisses down her body. A smile tugged at her lips as he kissed both of her thighs, looking up at her just as he always did. "Ready?" He asked. Y/n nodded. He always asked, it was his way. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He was completely and utterly obsessed.

His tongue licked up her slit sending a shiver down her spine. She arched her back with the sudden pleasure she was receiving and the gorgeous sounds leaving her mouth was all Fermín needed to know she was doing alright. His tongue slid in and out of her, his nose rubbing off her clit every so often. Her head fell back as she felt her core tightening. "Fermín." Y/n whimpered. "You're doing good so far, amor." Y/n sighed, smiling and caressing the strands on hair on his head. Her mouth fell open as she felt herself coming closer and closer to her high. "Ferm- Fermín." She moaned. He kept at his pace, lifting his eyes up to look at her as she came undone. She grabbed the bed sheets, her knuckles turning white as she crumbled, moans tumbling from her as Fermín kissed back up her body until he reached her lips once again. "Are you okay?" He asked gently. Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, nodding. "I'm okay, but I need more of you."

Fermín reached down to his boxer shorts, quickly taking them off and aligning himself with Y/n. His lips licked with her's as he pushed in, muffling her moans. "Good girl." He muttered into her lips. He waited until she adjusted to him, her arm hooking around his shoulders. She nodded, Fermín began to roll his hips against hers as their forehead leaned onto one another. Her hand reached up behind his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Her eyes rolled shut as Fermín started slowly. He remembers their first time together, Y/n got hurt and since then, he's always started slowly until she says she wanted more. He watched her face carefully as he focused on giving her as much pleasure as she gave him. "Fermín, you can go faster." She whispered. Fermín's head fell to the crook of her neck, his hips jolting forward that bit faster and deeper, hitting a different spot than before. She planted kisses on his cheek, a form of reassurance that she was okay. Fermín however felt himself coming close. He didn't want to finish before she did but Y/n could feel him inside of her. She could tell how his hip movements grew irregular and needy and how his pants turned to groans. "Are you close, love?" Y/n purred in his ear. He groaned upon hearing her voice, not being able to give any answer other than a hum. "Come on, love. You're doing so well." That was more or less all he needed for him to climax.

"Mierda. I-"

"That's okay." She smiled, her fingers caressing the side of his face. He looked down at her confused. "Inside you? With no protection?" Y/n shrugged. "You're my boyfriend. I don't mind." Fermín smiled, pecking the tip of her nose. "How about we get you to finish then, yes?"

"I already did."

"No, no. I mean together. I want to feel you." Y/n looked between his eyes, chuckling. "You don't think you being in me already is you feeling me?" Fermín and Y/n burst into a small fit of giggles. "Okay, okay. We can go another round." Fermín's smile faded as he took one of her legs and placed them over his shoulder. Y/n's brows raised. He had never done this position before, but she trusted him completely. His hips rolled forward once again, hitting a spot in her that had never been hit before. "Oh my god." The two of them let out a synchronised sigh. Y/n's hands flung to Fermín biceps, gripping and leaving behind white scratch marks on his tanned skin. He once again sped up, drilling into her like he never usually did, but in her current state, Y/n couldn't complain; she enjoyed it too much. "Fermín, I'm close!" She nearly screamed. Fermín gripped her hips, pulling her down to meet him. She felt her core tightening as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm. "Fermín, oh my god!" She screamed. "Hold on for me, princesa." He murmured. "I'm close too." Y/n winced. "I don't know if I can."

"I know you can. You're already doing so well for me." It took everything in her to not cum, waiting and waiting for Fermín to tell her he was about to finish. She grew more and more sensitive, eager to reach her orgasm and then finally, Fermín could feel himself twitching. "Coño. Tan bonita cuándo dentro de ti." While she only understood a little Spanish, it always pit her over the edge and this time was no different. She finally let go and let herself come crumbling beneath him as he held her in his arms doing the exact same thing. Their sweaty foreheads rested against eachother as they rode out their orgasms, panting and catching their breath.

He pulled out gently and headed for the bathroom to grab a towel. "Im sorry if it was too much." He whispered as he helped to clean her up. "Sorry? I enjoyed it." She smiled back. He pecled her lips lovingly before chucking the towel into a small wash basket. He walked back to the bed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his chest.

"So, you enjoyed it?" Fermín chuckled. Y/n looked up. "Yup. Best sex of my life." She replied. "Ah so I'm doing better." Y/n giggled. "You could say that." He grinned, looking down towards her, pure adoration in his eyes like always. "I was writing my wedding vows in my head that whole time." Y/n burst out laughing at the joke. "You're such an idiot!"

"Yeah, but you love me." Y/n shrugged. "That's true. And I assume you love me?" Fermín nodded. "Of course I do."

[pdriesta]

"thinking is all wrong, love will happen when it wants”

genre — fluff, suggestive, a tiny bit of angst

word count — 20k

summary — y/n has always been close with her brother gavi's best friend, fermín lópez. what began as a childhood crush is now a dynamic filled with tension and playful teasing. after y/n's relationship with her toxic boyfriend ends, fermín sees his chance and steps up, turning his flirty banter into something real. as emotions rise, their undeniable chemistry leads them to confront the feelings they've hidden for years, realizing that their connection has always been deeper than they thought.

an — based on honesty by pink sweat$. i had so much fun writing this <3

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the day gavi left for la masia was one of the hardest days of y/n’s life. her little brother, who’d always been so shy and reserved, was suddenly thrust into a world much bigger than their small home in los palacios. she had always been the protective older sister, the one who made sure gavi didn’t get lost in his own thoughts or overwhelmed by the world around him. but now, she couldn’t protect him from the unknowns that awaited him at la masia.

the house felt quieter, emptier, without gavi’s presence. even aurora, who was usually the lively one, seemed subdued. y/n couldn’t help but worry—would gavi make friends? would he be able to handle the pressure? would he miss home too much?

her worries didn’t fully ease until gavi came home for the first time after joining the academy. but when he did return, she was surprised to see how much he had grown—not just physically, but in confidence. her shy little brother was still there, but there was a new light in his eyes, a spark of something stronger. and he wasn’t alone.

“this is fermín,” gavi said proudly, his arm slung casually around the other boy’s shoulders. “he’s my best friend.”

fermín looked a little uncertain, his eyes flickering to y/n before quickly looking away, as if he was trying to figure out how to act. there was something endearing about the way he shifted on his feet, his hands stuffed into his pockets like he didn’t quite know what to do with them. he was taller than gavi, lean and lanky, but his posture was relaxed in a way that hinted at the quiet confidence he’d grow into later.

“nice to meet you, fermín,” y/n said softly, offering him a smile. she felt a strange warmth bloom in her chest as their eyes met—something unfamiliar and a little unsettling. she was used to boys looking at her, but there was something different about the way fermín’s gaze lingered, hesitant but curious, like he didn’t quite know what to make of her.

“nice to meet you too,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing pink as he quickly glanced away again, the tips of his ears turning red. gavi, oblivious to the sudden tension in the air, continued talking, but y/n found it hard to focus on anything other than the quiet, almost shy presence of fermín standing in her home.

he wasn’t like the other boys y/n had met. fermín didn’t try to impress her or put on airs—he was just... himself. awkward, a little unsure, but with a kindness in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat. she wasn’t used to feeling so flustered, especially not around someone like him. it wasn’t love, not yet, but it was something—something that settled in her chest and made her cheeks heat up every time fermín happened to look her way.

and fermín—he felt it too. he had never been good with girls, especially not ones like y/n, who seemed so effortlessly beautiful and composed. but there was something about her that made his heart race, something about the way she smiled at him that made his palms sweat and his words stumble. he didn’t know what it was, exactly, but he knew that he wanted to spend more time with her, to figure out why being around her made him feel like he was standing on the edge of something big, something he couldn’t quite name.

from that moment on, fermín became a regular fixture in their home. their parents took an immediate liking to him, treating him like another son. fermín had moved to la masia young, away from his family, and y/n’s parents took it upon themselves to welcome him with open arms. there was always a seat for him at the dinner table, and y/n noticed how quickly he became a part of their everyday life. he was always there—laughing with gavi, helping around the house, or simply sitting quietly, his presence a comforting one.

and every time fermín was around, y/n couldn’t help but feel a little flustered. she found herself stealing glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking, her heart fluttering in a way that was completely unfamiliar to her. it was ridiculous, really—he was just gavi’s best friend, just a boy. but there was something about him that made her cheeks flush and her thoughts scatter, and it drove her crazy that she couldn’t figure out why.

they never spoke about it. neither of them dared to mention the way their eyes lingered a little too long on each other, or the way their faces heated up when their hands brushed by accident. it was just a crush, something simple and innocent, the kind of feeling that made them both a little shy, a little awkward, but not brave enough to admit it to each other. and so, they stayed in that strange limbo—two teenagers tiptoeing around their feelings, both too scared to say what was really on their minds.

but those quiet moments, those unspoken glances—they were the beginning of something neither of them could have predicted.

the late afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting warm, golden light across the living room as gavi and fermín sat on the couch, their eyes glued to the tv screen as they battled it out in a heated game of fifa. the sound of buttons clicking filled the room, along with the occasional groan of frustration or triumphant shout from gavi, who was clearly winning.

“how’s your sister?” fermín asked casually, though his focus remained on the game. his tone was light, but gavi didn’t miss the way his friend’s voice softened ever so slightly at the mention of y/n.

gavi chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced over at fermín. “still not single, if that’s what you’re asking. i don’t know why you keep waiting around, hermano. she’s got that guy from uni—what’s his name?—the one everyone hates.”

fermín shrugged, his fingers moving deftly over the controller as he tried to stage a comeback in the game. “doesn’t matter. i’ve waited this long; i can wait a little longer. besides, i’m not giving up that easily.”

gavi laughed again, more amused than anything else. he didn’t take fermín’s flirting seriously—he just thought his friend liked to mess with y/n because she was pretty and because it got under her skin. “you’re insane, you know that? you could have any girl you want. they throw themselves at you, and you’re still hung up on my sister?”

fermín’s eyes flicked to gavi, his expression suddenly serious, though the corners of his mouth twitched with a smile. “yeah, but none of them are her.”

before gavi could respond, the sound of soft footsteps reached their ears, and they both turned just as y/n appeared at the bottom of the stairs. she was wearing her usual comfy shorts and an oversized shirt, her hair a little mussed from sleep. she froze when she saw them, her eyes widening slightly as she realized she wasn’t alone.

“didn’t know you two were here,” she muttered, her cheeks flushing as she crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly self-conscious about her appearance.

fermín’s eyes lit up at the sight of her, a slow smile spreading across his face as he leaned back against the couch, his gaze raking over her in a way that made her heart race. “you look good, hermosa. you don’t need to hide from me.”

her blush deepened, and she rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at her lips. “you’re impossible, fermín.”

“you love it,” fermín shot back, his voice teasing but with an underlying warmth that made her stomach flutter.

gavi, oblivious to the tension between them, just laughed, shaking his head. “hermana, don’t let him bother you. he’s harmless. besides, i’m sure you’re used to his nonsense by now.”

“oh, she’s definitely used to me,” fermín said with a wink, his eyes never leaving y/n’s face. “but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like it.”

“don't you have anything else to do?” y/n asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard. “you have plenty of girls who throw themselves at you. go bother one of them.”

“i told you,” fermín said, his voice dropping slightly as he followed her into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as she filled her glass with water. “none of them are you, mi vida.”

she took a sip of water, trying to ignore the way her heart raced at the sound of his voice, the way his presence seemed to fill the entire room. “you’re just saying that,” she muttered, though her voice lacked conviction.

fermín stepped closer, his eyes darkening as he lowered his voice to a whisper. “you know i’m not. i’ve waited this long, and i’ll keep waiting until you see it too.”

her breath caught in her throat as his words sent a shiver down her spine, goosebumps rising on her skin. she hated how easily he could get under her skin, how his words made her feel things she wasn’t ready to admit, even to herself.

“you’re wasting your time,” she whispered back, though even as she said it, she knew it wasn’t true. fermín had always been different—he wasn’t like the other guys who flirted with her, who saw her as just another girl. there was something about him that made her want to believe him, to trust that he really did mean what he said.

“maybe,” fermín said with a shrug, his tone lightening as he stepped back, giving her space. “but i don’t mind. some things are worth waiting for.”

she rolled her eyes again, but there was no hiding the small smile that tugged at her lips as she turned away, trying to ignore the way her heart still raced. “you’re impossible,” she repeated, though this time, there was a hint of affection in her voice.

“and you love it,” fermín said with a grin, his eyes twinkling as he leaned against the counter, watching her with that same soft, almost reverent gaze that had made her heart flutter the first time they’d met.

gavi finally looked up from the game, his expression amused as he watched the two of them. “seriously, hermana, don’t let him get to you. he’s just messing around.”

fermín’s eyes flicked to gavi, his smile widening as he replied, “oh, i’m not messing around. not when it comes to her.”

y/n felt her cheeks flush again, and she quickly turned back to her glass of water, trying to hide her reaction. but even as she did, she couldn’t help but feel a small thrill at fermín’s words, a sense of anticipation that she couldn’t quite shake.

because no matter how much she tried to deny it, there was a part of her that was starting to believe him.

y/n was in her room, completely absorbed in her music, the soft hum of her headphones drowning out the world. she bent over to pick up something from the floor, unaware of anything beyond the lyrics swirling in her mind. her back was turned to the door, oblivious to the fact that someone had appeared at her doorway, watching her with a wicked grin.

fermín stood leaning against the frame, his arms crossed, eyes unapologetically lingering on her. he didn’t even bother hiding the way his gaze trailed over her form, taking in every curve, every detail. the corner of his mouth tugged upward in amusement—he loved how unaware she was of the effect she had on him. moments like this, when she wasn’t guarded, made him want her even more.

she finally sensed something, turning her head slightly and spotting fermín out of the corner of her eye. startled, y/n straightened up quickly, her heart jumping in her chest. her headphones slipped off her ears, the music abruptly fading as she whipped around to face him.

"oh my goodness, fermín," she gasped, placing a hand over her chest. “you scared the hell out of me. what are you doing here?”

he just shrugged, a lazy grin plastered on his face. “i was just enjoying the view,” he said, his voice slow and deliberate, his eyes flicking down her body before locking with hers again. “you really shouldn’t leave the door open when you’re bent over like that. it’s dangerous.”

y/n’s eyes narrowed, heat rushing to her cheeks as she processed his words. “god, you’re such a—”

“what?” fermín interrupted, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation, his movements smooth, calculated. “i’m just saying, baby, you have nothing to hide.” his voice dropped lower, more sensual, as he stood closer now, his presence overwhelming in the small space of her room. “in fact, you should show off a little more. it’s a crime to keep all of that to yourself.”

y/n rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defensively as she backed up slightly, her back brushing against the edge of her desk. “you’re disgusting.”

fermín chuckled, unfazed by her deflection. “and yet, you haven’t kicked me out.” he stepped closer, his voice lowering even more, laced with a teasing edge that made her stomach flip. “i know you like it when i flirt with you. i give you all my attention, hmm? ”

“i think you’ve confused liking it with tolerating it,” y/n shot back, though her voice wavered slightly. it was hard to keep her composure when he was this close, his presence making the air feel thicker, heavier.

fermín leaned in, his lips dangerously close to her ear. “i don’t think marco flirts with you like this, does he?” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. “he doesn’t make you feel the way i do.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of marco, the guy she’d been seeing casually on and off in uni. their relationship was complicated, messy, but it was nothing like this—nothing like the tension she felt with fermín.

“you don’t know anything about marco,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper as she tried to steady herself. she was determined not to let him see how much he affected her.

fermín’s smile widened, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned even closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “i know enough. i know he doesn’t know how to touch you like i would,” he whispered, his voice dripping with suggestion, each word a deliberate tease. “he doesn’t know how to please you like i can. you feel that, don’t you?”

goosebumps erupted along y/n’s skin, her breath hitching as his words sank in. the worst part was, he was right. there was something about fermín that got under her skin in a way no one else could. but she wasn’t about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“you think too highly of yourself,” she said, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest.

fermín pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his dark eyes burning into hers. “no, y/n.” he murmured, his lips curling into a slow, confident smile. “i think just the right amount. you’ll see that eventually.”

the tension in the air was thick, electric, and for a moment, y/n almost faltered. the way fermín looked at her, like he was daring her to give in, was tempting—too tempting. but she wasn’t going to let him win this easily.

with a quick smirk, y/n pushed herself off the desk, brushing past him as she made her way toward the door. “keep dreaming, fermín,” she tossed over her shoulder, her tone light but teasing, leaving him standing there, high and dry.

fermín’s eyes followed her, a frustrated yet amused chuckle escaping his lips as he watched her leave. “oh, hermosa” he called after her, his voice low and smooth. “i know you want me too. i am a patient man; i can wait for you to come around.”

y/n didn’t bother responding, though her heart was still racing as she left the room, leaving fermín wanting more, just as she intended.

it was another friday night at the gavira household, but the air felt different tonight, thick with an unspoken tension. fermín sat on the couch, his fingers tapping restlessly against his thigh as aurora, her boyfriend, and gavi settled in for movie night. aurora was nestled under a blanket, her head resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder, while gavi stretched out beside them, lazily flipping through the channels to pick something to watch.

but fermín? fermín wasn’t paying attention. he couldn’t. his mind was elsewhere.

"where's y/n?" he asked again, his voice tight with frustration, though he tried to sound casual. he’d asked the same question earlier, but now it felt more like a demand than idle curiosity.

gavi sighed, rolling his eyes as if to say, not this again. "she’s out with marco. they’ve got some uni thing or whatever."

at the mention of marco, fermín’s jaw clenched, a wave of jealousy crashing over him. he tried to ignore the bitterness in his throat, but it was useless. marco. it was always marco. how many times had he watched y/n leave to go see him, always with that same hopeful look in her eyes?

“marco?” fermín spat the name out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. “why do you guys let her be with him? you know he’s no good for her.”

aurora glanced at him from where she was curled up, raising an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. “she’s a grown woman, fermín. we’re not her keepers.”

gavi nodded, his voice filled with amusement. “yeah, man. y/n can take care of herself. besides, why are you so worked up? you’re always flirting with her, but we all know you’re not serious.”

aurora snickered, clearly entertained by the whole situation. "come on, fermín, you’ve had a crush on her since forever. but we all know you’re just... you."

gavi laughed at his sister’s words, oblivious to the depth of fermín’s feelings. "yeah, besides, all those girls at the club basically throw themselves at you. don’t act like you’re some lovesick puppy."

fermín felt the sharp sting of frustration. they don’t get it. gavi didn’t get it. none of them knew how long he’d been waiting, how much he actually cared. but he didn’t argue. he couldn’t. he didn’t want to seem vulnerable, not with them teasing him like this.

but his mind kept wandering to y/n—and marco. she deserves so much better than him.

the rest of the night dragged on, the movie playing in the background as fermín’s thoughts spiraled. gavi and aurora were oblivious to the internal war going on inside him. every second that y/n spent with marco felt like it was chipping away at him.

as the movie ended and everyone started getting ready to head to bed, fermín slipped into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, his mood still dark. just as he was about to leave, the door creaked open, and y/n walked in, her face pale, her expression a mix of anger and hurt.

she froze when she saw him, visibly taken aback by his presence. "oh, great," she muttered under her breath. “i’m not in the mood for this.”

fermín didn’t bother hiding his concern. “for what?” he asked, stepping closer to her. “for me?”

y/n crossed her arms over her chest, trying to appear composed, but fermín could see through it. “yes, for you. i’m really not in the mood for your flirting, fermín. not tonight.”

his gaze softened as he looked at her, catching the way her eyes flickered with something deeper—something more vulnerable. “i’m not just your flirt,” he said gently. “i’m your friend, too. remember?” he leaned in slightly, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. “and don’t forget who gave you your first kiss.”

her eyes widened, the memory hitting her like a wave. “ugh,” she groaned, wrinkling her nose. “that was disgusting.”

they were twelve, sitting under the tree in her backyard, a warm summer day. it had been an innocent dare—something childish, something silly, but the second their lips met, fermín felt something he couldn’t quite name at the time. the kiss was awkward, clumsy, and over in an instant, both of them laughing nervously afterward, neither realizing the weight of what it meant.

“disgusting?” fermín feigned offense, though a mischievous smile danced on his lips. “you didn’t seem to think so back then.”

y/n rolled her eyes, but there was a trace of a smile on her face despite the hurt lingering in her expression. “what do you want, fermín?”

he ignored her question, stepping closer and gently grabbing her hand. “sit down with me,” he urged softly, his voice lower now, more serious. “tell me what happened.”

she hesitated, but something in his tone made her comply, and she let him pull her to the kitchen counter where they both sat. she sighed, looking down at their hands for a moment before speaking.

“marco,” she started, bitterness creeping into her voice. “he embarrassed me tonight. we were at the club, and he—” her voice wavered, and she clenched her fists. “he kissed someone else. in front of everyone. like i didn’t even matter.”

fermín’s grip on her hand tightened, his jaw clenching as anger bubbled up inside him. “he did what?” his voice was low, dangerous.

“yeah,” she scoffed bitterly. “i guess he figured he could get away with it because we’ve been so on and off. like it didn’t matter.” her eyes met fermín’s, and she forced a weak smile. “it’s over between us. for good this time.”

fermín’s heart raced, his mind flashing through all the times he had to watch her with marco, pretending he was okay with it. but now—now she was single, and he finally had an opening. his fingers brushed hers softly, their closeness suddenly thick with tension.

“he’s an idiot, you know that, right?” fermín said softly, his eyes boring into hers. “you deserve so much more than him.”

y/n’s gaze flickered to his lips for a split second before she caught herself, pulling back slightly. “fermín, don’t—”

he didn’t let her finish. instead, he leaned in, his face inches from hers, his breath warm on her skin. “let me kiss you,” he whispered, his voice low and full of desire. “just this once.”

for a moment, the world seemed to stop, their gazes locked, the weight of his words hanging between them. y/n hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest, and then, before she could think it through, she nodded.

fermín’s lips were on hers in an instant, soft but insistent, a mixture of pent-up desire and tenderness. his hands found her waist, pulling her closer as she melted into the kiss, years of tension between them finally snapping. the kiss deepened, his hands sliding up her back as her fingers tangled in his hair.

y/n’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath still mingling with fermín’s as they both turned toward the sound of the creaking stairs. but there was no one—just the empty space of the dark hallway leading up to the bedrooms. for a heartbeat, they stayed frozen, staring, listening for any sign of life. but when no one appeared, fermín’s gaze slowly slid back to y/n, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips.

“you scared?” he murmured, his voice low and husky, the heat between them flaring up again as if it had never been interrupted. “because i’m not.”

y/n swallowed, her throat dry, but she refused to look away from him, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “you’re crazy, you know that?” she whispered, her voice breathy, her body still thrumming from the intensity of their kiss.

“only when it comes to you,” he said softly, taking a step forward, closing the gap once more. his hands found her waist again, his touch firm and possessive. “every time i’m around you, i feel like i’m losing my mind.”

her heart pounded wildly as his words sank in, and the fire in his eyes made it impossible to pretend she wasn’t affected. every inch of her felt like it was burning, aching for his touch. she knew she should stop this, knew they were treading on dangerous ground. but the way he was looking at her—the way he was holding her, like she was something precious, something he’d waited so long to have—made it impossible to think straight.

“fermín,” she whispered, his name a soft plea on her lips.

“say it again,” he murmured, his forehead brushing against hers. his voice was rough, edged with need. “say my name like that again.”

“fermín,” she breathed, her fingers gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. he groaned softly, the sound reverberating through her, and then his mouth was on hers again, hot and demanding, his kiss full of raw, unrestrained passion.

this time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. his hands slid up her sides, skimming over her curves as if he couldn’t get enough, as if he needed to touch every part of her. y/n’s hands fisted in his shirt, tugging him closer, her own body arching into his. she’d never felt like this before—never felt this desperate, this alive.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” fermín murmured against her lips, his voice strained, his hands wandering down to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him. “you think he could ever make you feel like this?” his tone was dark, possessive, filled with a kind of jealousy that made her heart race even faster.

“no,” she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. “fermín, I—”

“then say it,” he growled softly, his teeth grazing her skin in a way that sent shivers down her spine. “tell me i’m the only one.”

“you’re the only one,” she whispered, her voice breaking as his mouth found that sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue flicking against her skin. “you—oh god, fermín—”

“that’s right,” he murmured, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, lifting her up onto the counter with ease. “just me, y/n. no one else.” his words were like a promise, a vow, each syllable laced with heat and desire. “you’re mine.”

the way he said it—so certain, so absolute—sent a thrill through her, making her pulse race. she should’ve stopped him, should’ve reminded him of all the reasons this was a terrible idea. but instead, she found herself wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him.

“prove it,” she whispered breathlessly, her lips brushing against his in a teasing, almost taunting kiss. “prove that you’re better.”

his eyes darkened, and for a moment, y/n thought she’d pushed him too far. but then fermín’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile, his gaze searing into hers.

“oh, i will,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble that sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. “but you already know that, don’t you?”

before she could respond, his lips were on hers again, his kiss deep and consuming, his hands sliding up to cradle her face. he kissed her like he was trying to memorize her, like he wanted to burn himself into her memory, his touch leaving a trail of fire wherever it landed.

“you think he could ever do this?” fermín whispered against her lips, his hands sliding down to her thighs, squeezing gently. “think he could make you feel like you’re burning from the inside out?”

“no,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her breath hitching as his hands moved higher, teasing the sensitive skin just below the hem of her shorts. “only you, fermín. only you.”

“good,” he growled softly, his mouth trailing down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. “because i’m not letting anyone else have you.”

their kiss deepened, the world around them disappearing until there was nothing but the two of them, the heat between them, the way his hands gripped her like he never wanted to let go. y/n’s fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her body arching into his, her heart racing in her chest.

“fermín,” she gasped, her voice breaking as his mouth moved lower, his lips trailing fire down her throat. “we—we shouldn’t—”

“do you really want me to stop?” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin, his hands sliding up to cup her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. “tell me, y/n. tell me you don’t want this.”

her resolve crumbled under the intensity of his stare, the way his hands framed her face so gently, like she was something fragile, something precious. “i—i can’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “because i do want it. i want you.”

fermín’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening. “then don’t say no,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing against hers in the barest of kisses. “don’t push me away.”

“i won’t,” she breathed, her heart pounding wildly. “not anymore.”

the relief, the raw emotion in his gaze nearly undid her, and then fermín was kissing her again, his lips claiming hers in a kiss so deep, so intense, it left her breathless. he kissed her like he was afraid she’d disappear, like he was trying to pour every unspoken feeling, every ounce of desire into her, and y/n found herself responding just as fiercely, matching his passion with her own.

“you’re mine,” fermín whispered against her lips, his hands gripping her hips tightly, possessively. “and i’m yours.”

fermín’s hands gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the counter, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. the cool marble beneath her was a stark contrast to the heat simmering between them, his body pressed firmly against hers. his mouth claimed hers with an urgency that made her head spin, his lips searing against her own as his hands trailed up her sides, fingers splayed against her back as he pulled her closer.

“you’re driving me crazy,” he murmured between kisses, his breath hot against her skin. “do you know that?”

“good,” she whispered back, voice breathless as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer. “because you make me feel the same.”

his response was a low growl of approval, his lips trailing down her jaw, nipping gently at the sensitive skin of her neck. she gasped softly, her body arching into his, every nerve alight with a fire that only he seemed capable of igniting. the feel of him nestled between her legs, the solid weight of his body against hers—it was intoxicating.

“fermín,” she breathed, his name a soft plea on her lips, her nails raking lightly down his back. “don’t stop.”

but just as he leaned in to capture her lips once more, the sound of footsteps creaking on the stairs made them freeze. they pulled apart abruptly, eyes wide as they turned to see aurora standing at the base of the stairs, rubbing her eyes sleepily. y/n’s breath came in quick, shallow bursts, her face flushed as she tried to smooth down her hair, pretending like they hadn’t just been seconds away from losing themselves completely.

“what are you two doing?” aurora asked suspiciously, her gaze flicking between them, her brow furrowed in confusion. she looked far too alert for someone who’d just woken up.

“just… getting water,” fermín answered, his voice a little too casual, his hands still resting on y/n’s waist as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to let go. y/n nodded quickly, biting her lip to keep from laughing at how ridiculous they must’ve looked, flushed and breathless in the middle of the kitchen at midnight.

aurora raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “right,” she muttered, glancing between them one last time before turning back to the cabinet and grabbing a glass. she filled it slowly, her eyes lingering on them for just a moment too long before she finally turned and padded back up the stairs.

the second she was gone, fermín turned back to y/n, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. “we’re not very good at sneaking around, are we?” he murmured, his fingers brushing lightly over her bare thigh, the touch sending sparks of electricity dancing across her skin.

“maybe we should practice more,” she suggested, her voice low, teasing as she leaned forward, her lips grazing his ear. “you know… when no one else is around.”

the suggestion hung between them, thickening the air with anticipation. fermín groaned softly, his hands tightening on her hips, his resolve wavering as she looked up at him through her lashes, eyes dark and full of promise.

“don’t tempt me, hermosa,” he warned, his voice a low growl, his hands sliding up to cup her face gently, his thumbs brushing over her cheekbones. “because if I take you to bed now, I won’t be able to stop.”

“who says i want you to?” she whispered back, her breath warm against his lips, her fingers trailing lightly down his chest. the way she looked at him—full of mischief and desire—made it nearly impossible to think, every rational thought disappearing in the haze of want that clouded his mind.

“y/n,” he murmured, his voice strained as he rested his forehead against hers, trying to keep himself in check. “go upstairs. now.”

“but—”

“now,” he repeated firmly, though his gaze betrayed just how close he was to giving in. “before i change my mind.”

she pouted, her lips forming into a soft, teasing smile as she slowly slid off the counter, making a show of it, her body brushing against his as she moved. she felt his hands grip her waist briefly, like he was fighting the urge to pull her back against him, his eyes glued to her every movement as she took a step back, then another.

“goodnight, fermín,” she purred, her voice laced with amusement as she turned, giving her hips an exaggerated sway as she walked towards the stairs.

and then she felt it—a light, playful tap against her bottom, making her squeal softly, more from surprise than anything else. she turned back to see him smirking, his eyes dark with hunger, his fingers lingering where he’d touched her, as if he couldn’t quite bring himself to let her go.

“go,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp. “before i change my mind and take you right here.”

her stomach flipped at the raw desire in his voice, her pulse racing as she took another step, her eyes never leaving his. “sweet dreams, fermín,” she teased, a wicked smile pulling at her lips as she started up the stairs. “dream of me.”

“i already do,” he shot back, his gaze burning into hers. “and tonight will be no different.”

she shook her head, laughing softly as she made her way up the stairs, feeling the weight of his gaze on her the entire time. and just before she disappeared around the corner, she glanced back, giving him one last, playful smile.

“goodnight, fermín,” she murmured softly, the words almost a promise.

“goodnight, hermosa,” he whispered back, his voice filled with a longing that made her heart ache.

and with that, she turned and disappeared up the stairs, leaving him standing alone in the kitchen, his heart racing and his hands still tingling from the feel of her skin.

“dios mío,” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair as he tried to calm himself. “she’s going to be the death of me.”

but even as he turned away, heading for the sink to splash some cold water on his face, a slow smile spread across his lips.

because tonight—tonight, she’d chosen him.

and that was all he needed.

the next morning, the atmosphere in the kitchen was light and lively as y/n’s family gathered for breakfast. the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the aroma of scrambled eggs and toast as her mom hummed along to a tune on the radio. gavi and their dad were already engaged in a spirited debate about last night’s game, while aurora and her boyfriend, adrián, whispered quietly, still looking half-asleep.

but y/n’s attention wasn’t on any of them. it was on fermín, seated right across the table from her, his eyes lingering on her lips whenever he thought no one was looking, like he couldn’t stop replaying every stolen moment from last night.

she bit back a smile, determined to make him squirm for the way he’d left her breathless and aching before sending her to bed alone. “such a gentleman,” she’d teased softly before slipping up the stairs, knowing he’d been one wrong look away from following her up and finishing what they’d started.

“so, y/n,” gavi suddenly spoke up, snapping her out of her thoughts. “what’s going on with marco? are you two… back together again?”

the entire table fell silent, every gaze turning to her, and y/n froze, her heart hammering. she opened her mouth to respond, but fermín beat her to it.

“they’re not together,” he said smoothly, his voice calm but firm as he set his coffee cup down, his eyes locked on gavi’s. “in fact, they’re completely done. forever.”

every head at the table turned toward him, eyes wide with surprise.

“what?” her dad blinked, clearly thrown. “since when?”

“since last night,” fermín replied, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as his gaze flicked to y/n. “she told me herself.”

aurora narrowed her eyes, her gaze darting between the two of them. “she told you?” she repeated slowly, suspicion creeping into her tone.

“yes,” fermín said lightly, leaning back in his chair, looking completely at ease despite the tension crackling in the air. “we had a little… chat.”

y/n’s heart was pounding, heat creeping up her neck. she could practically feel her family’s curious stares burning into her, but she couldn’t look away from fermín, who was watching her with that infuriatingly smug smile, his eyes gleaming with something dark and triumphant.

“well, that’s wonderful news,” their mom said brightly, clearly choosing to ignore the tension between them. “i never liked that boy anyway.”

“neither did i,” gavi muttered darkly, his gaze still fixed on fermín like he was trying to figure out what the hell was going on. “but wait, why didn’t you tell us?”

y/n opened her mouth to answer, but fermín spoke first again, his voice soft but firm. “because she was still processing it,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers. “breaking things off for good isn’t easy, especially when there’s history.”

her heart skipped a beat. the way he said it—the way he looked at her—it was like he was talking about more than just marco. like he was talking about them.

“well, good for you, y/n,” aurora said firmly, snapping everyone out of the tense moment. she raised her glass of orange juice, a fierce look on her face. “to cutting out toxic boys and moving on to better things.”

“to better things,” the rest of the family echoed, lifting their glasses in a toast.

y/n forced a smile, clinking her glass with gavi’s, her heart still racing. “thanks, guys,” she murmured softly, feeling a rush of warmth at their support.

but even as the conversation shifted to other topics, she couldn’t stop sneaking glances at fermín. couldn’t stop thinking about the way he’d stepped in, the way he’d spoken up for her like it was his job to protect her, defend her.

and then, just as everyone started getting up to clear their plates, fermín moved. he slipped behind her, his body brushing hers for just a moment, sending a shiver down her spine as he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“you didn’t think i’d let you handle that alone, did you?” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

she sucked in a breath, her pulse racing. “why did you do that?” she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the clatter of dishes.

he pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark, intense. “because i don’t like sharing what’s mine,” he murmured softly, his hand skimming lightly over her lower back, making her shiver. “and you, hermosa… you’re mine.”

her heart stuttered, the air between them crackling with tension.

“oh?” she whispered breathlessly, her voice trembling despite herself. “since when?”

fermín’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile, his gaze dropping to her lips, then lower. “since the second i kissed you,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that made her knees weak. “and from now on, no one else gets to touch you. no one.”

her breath caught, her entire body tingling at the possessive note in his voice. “do you understand?” he murmured, his eyes burning into hers.

“yes,” she breathed, barely able to form the word. “yes.”

“good girl,” he murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple before stepping back, his gaze still smoldering. “now go upstairs, y/n.”

her heart jumped, her pulse racing. “why?” she whispered, fighting to keep her voice steady.

fermín’s eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to her lips, then lower. “because if you don’t, i’m going to forget where we are and make you scream my name right here in this kitchen.”

heat flooded her cheeks, her breath hitching. but before she could respond, he stepped back, giving her a wicked grin. “go,” he murmured softly.

she swallowed hard, forcing herself to turn, to move towards the stairs. but just as she reached the first step, she glanced back over her shoulder, arching her back slightly, giving him a slow, deliberate smile.

“you know,” she murmured softly, her voice a low, teasing purr. “you’re not the only one who likes to tease, fermín.”

his gaze darkened, his jaw clenching. “watch it, hermosa,” he growled softly, his voice rough. “or you’re going to regret it.”

she smirked, giving her hips a slow, deliberate sway as she ascended the stairs, her heart pounding.

“we’ll see,” she called softly over her shoulder, just loud enough for him to hear.

but even as she disappeared down the hall, she could still feel his gaze burning into her, still hear his words echoing in her ears.

you’re mine.

and god help her, but she liked the sound of that more than she should.

the house was quieter than usual, the muffled sounds of the tv drifting in from the living room where gavi and their dad were engrossed in some match commentary. aurora and adrián were in the backyard, talking softly, their laughter drifting through the open windows. it was a rare, peaceful afternoon — a break from the chaos of training schedules and back-to-back matches.

fermín had been wandering down the hallway, headed towards the kitchen to grab a drink, when a soft hand grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him sideways, right through the door he had looked at for what felt like hours.

y/n’s room.

“hermosa—”

the door clicked shut behind them, and before he could even register what was happening, she was on him, her mouth hot and insistent against his. fermín froze for a split second, eyes wide, hands hovering uncertainly above her hips. but then she kissed him harder, her fingers tangling in his hair, and he melted against her, a low growl rumbling in his chest as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him.

“well, hello to you, too,” he murmured breathlessly when she finally pulled back for air, his lips already chasing hers again.

“shut up,” she whispered, and then her mouth was on his again, all soft heat and urgency. she kissed him like she couldn’t get enough, like he was something she needed to breathe. fermín’s head spun, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“miss me, did you?” he teased between kisses, his voice a low rasp.

y/n’s only response was to nip at his lower lip, tugging him closer until his back hit the door. “maybe,” she muttered, her hands trailing down his chest, slipping under the hem of his shirt to splay against the warm skin of his stomach. “you’re insufferable, you know that?”

he chuckled, the sound low and rough as he cupped the back of her neck, tilting her head up so he could deepen the kiss. “and yet you’re the one who couldn’t wait to get me alone,” he murmured against her lips, his smile widening when he felt her shudder.

“shut up,” she repeated, but there was no bite to her words. only want.

they stumbled back, fumbling towards the bed as they kissed, their hands roaming, pulling, grasping at each other. every nerve in fermín’s body was on fire, his senses overwhelmed by the feel of her, the taste of her, the intoxicating reality of having her pressed so close.

they broke apart just long enough for her to push him onto the bed, climbing up to straddle his lap, her thighs bracketing his hips. fermín’s breath hitched, his hands flying to her waist as he stared up at her, his gaze dark and hungry.

“getting used to this view,” he murmured, his voice low and strained, his fingers flexing against her hips. “could watch you like this all day, hermosa.”

y/n rolled her eyes, her lips twitching in a reluctant smile. “god, you’re such a—”

but whatever insult she was about to throw at him melted into a gasp as fermín’s hands slid up her sides, his thumbs brushing teasingly against the underside of her breasts. she leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce, breathless kiss, her hands framing his face as she poured every ounce of longing and frustration and pent-up desire into it.

“fermín,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling. “i don’t want to wait. i need you.”

his heart lurched, a rush of heat and affection and pure, unadulterated want flooding through him. he kissed her back just as fiercely, his hands roaming down to grip her thighs, pulling her closer until she was pressed tight against him.

“hermosa...” he groaned, his voice rough, torn between need and restraint.

she kissed him again, harder, her hands sliding up into his hair, tugging just the way she knew drove him crazy. “please,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. “fermín, please—”

but just as things started to spiral, just as his control began to slip, fermín broke the kiss, his hands coming up to gently cup her face.

“no,” he breathed, his chest heaving as he forced himself to pull back, his gaze soft but firm as he looked up at her.

y/n blinked down at him, her brow furrowed, her eyes dark and dazed. “what?”

he swallowed hard, his fingers trembling slightly as he stroked her cheek. “we’re not gonna have sex, y/n.”

her face fell, her confusion quickly morphing into frustration. “why not?” she demanded, her voice sharp with disbelief. “you know i’m not a virgin.”

fermín flinched, his jaw clenching tight. “not that,” he muttered, his gaze flicking away. “even though... dios, i wish i never had to see you and him together.”

y/n’s heart stuttered, a pang of guilt and something else — something raw and painful and achingly tender — twisting in her chest. “fermín,” she whispered, her voice softening. “what are you talking about?”

he took a deep breath, forcing himself to meet her gaze again. “i’m talking about wanting more than that,” he said quietly, his eyes searching hers. “i want to... to court you, y/n.”

she stared at him, her mouth dropping open. “court me?”

“yeah.” fermín’s lips twitched in a wry smile, his hands sliding down to rest gently on her hips. “i want to wine and dine you, hermosa. i want to treat you like you deserve to be treated. i want to take you out on dates, hold your hand, show you off to everyone. because you’re more than just sex to me, y/n. you’re...”

he trailed off, his gaze softening, turning almost shy.

“you’re everything.”

y/n’s heart stopped, her breath catching painfully in her throat. she stared down at him, her chest tight, her mind whirling as she tried to process his words.

“fermín...” she whispered, her voice trembling. “you... you really want that?”

“of course i do,” he murmured, his gaze never wavering. “you think i’d spend all these years watching you from the sidelines, wanting you, only to rush things now?” he shook his head, his hands squeezing gently at her hips. “you’re worth more than that. we’re worth more than that.”

y/n felt a lump form in her throat, her vision blurring. she blinked rapidly, trying to force back the sudden rush of emotion. “but i thought—”

“i don’t care what you thought,” fermín interrupted softly, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. “all i care about is you. i want to do this right, y/n. i want to show you how much you mean to me. because you deserve that. more than anyone.”

her heart swelled, a rush of warmth and affection and something terrifyingly close to love flooding through her. she stared down at him, at the boy she’d had a crush on for so long, the boy who had always been just out of reach, the boy who was now looking up at her like she was his entire world.

“fermín,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “i...”

“shh,” he murmured, his gaze soft and warm and achingly tender. “you don’t have to say anything, hermosa. just... let me show you.”

y/n swallowed hard, nodding shakily as she leaned down, pressing her forehead against his. “okay,” she whispered. “okay, fermín.”

he smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his hands gently cradling her face as he kissed her — slow and sweet and heartbreakingly gentle.

“te prometo,” (i promise) he whispered softly against her lips, his voice low and rough. “i’m gonna make you forget every single moment with him. i’m gonna make you feel like the only girl in the world, hermosa. just you and me.”

y/n’s eyes fluttered shut, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she kissed him back, her heart aching with the force of everything she felt for him.

“okay,” she whispered again, her voice choked. “okay.”

and for the first time in a long time, she felt like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. because she had fermín. and he was more than enough.

the moonlight draped over them like a silk blanket, casting gentle shadows that swayed with the breeze as fermín led her through the secluded garden path. tiny lanterns lined the cobblestone walkway, illuminating the darkened flora and creating a dreamlike atmosphere. the night felt almost surreal, like stepping into a scene straight out of a romantic movie. and when he finally stopped at the small, private terrace overlooking the city below, y/n’s breath caught in her throat.

“fermín,” she whispered, eyes wide with wonder as she took in the sight before her.

a single round table sat in the center, draped in an elegant white cloth, adorned with a modest bouquet of fresh roses. candlelight flickered softly, casting a warm glow over the delicate china and crystal glasses set meticulously for two. it was simple, understated, yet breathtakingly beautiful. beyond the terrace railing, the city lights twinkled like a sea of stars, stretching out as far as the eye could see.

“do you like it?” fermín asked softly, his voice low and uncertain for the first time that evening.

“like it?” y/n turned to look at him, her gaze brimming with emotion. “it’s perfect, fermín. i—i didn’t expect this.”

he ducked his head, a bashful smile tugging at his lips. “well, i had some time to plan,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “i’ve... wanted to take you out for a long time, y/n.”

the sincerity in his voice made her chest tighten. stepping forward, she reached out and took his hand, squeezing gently. “thank you,” she said softly. “for making tonight so special.”

fermín’s eyes softened as he gazed down at her, his thumb brushing lightly over her knuckles. “you’re special,” he replied simply. “so, it’s only fair.”

y/n’s heart fluttered at his words, a shy smile spreading across her face. “you’re such a sap,” she teased lightly, her eyes sparkling with affection.

“only for you,” fermín shot back with a grin, tugging her hand gently as he led her to the table. he pulled out her chair with a flourish, earning an amused roll of her eyes as she took a seat.

“a gentleman, too,” y/n mused, glancing up at him as he settled across from her.

“only for you,” he repeated softly, his gaze lingering on her with a look so intense it sent a shiver down her spine.

they fell into easy conversation as the night unfolded, laughter and teasing exchanges filling the space between them. fermín had thought of everything — from the food (her favorite dishes prepared exactly the way she liked) to the wine, to the soft music playing in the background. he had paid attention, remembered every little detail she’d ever mentioned in passing, and y/n couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by how thoughtful it all was.

but more than that, it was the way he looked at her — like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire world — that made her realize just how deeply he felt for her.

“you know,” y/n murmured, her voice soft as she leaned back in her chair, twirling the stem of her wine glass between her fingers, “i used to have the biggest crush on you.”

fermín’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “used to?”

she laughed, shaking her head. “okay, maybe i still do.”

"maybe?” he echoed, leaning forward, his lips twitching with amusement. “so, what happened to that certainty, hermosa? you just fell out of love with me over the years?”

y/n bit her lip, her cheeks warming under his gaze. “not exactly,” she admitted. “but... i never knew if you felt the same.”

he blinked, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “what?” fermín spluttered, staring at her in disbelief. “are you serious?”

“well, yeah,” y/n replied, a bit defensive now. “you never— i mean, you flirted, but you flirt with everyone, fermín. how was i supposed to know?”

he groaned, burying his face in his hands dramatically. “dios mío, you’re killing me here, preciosa.” (oh my god, you're killing me here gorgeous)

“what?” she laughed, reaching out to nudge his arm. “what’s so funny?”

fermín lifted his head, his expression a mixture of exasperation and amusement. “y/n,” he said slowly, enunciating every syllable, “i have practically flirted with you every single day since i first met you.”

y/n’s smile faltered, her eyes widening. “you have?"

“of course” he emphasized, leaning closer, his gaze boring into hers. “every. single. day. how could you not know?”

“i just— i thought you were being... friendly,” she stammered, still reeling from the revelation. “and besides, you never made a move—”

“because i was terrified,” fermín cut in, shaking his head. “do you know how long i’ve wanted to do this?” he leaned across the table, capturing her hand in his once more.

“do what?” she whispered, her heart pounding.

“this,” he repeated softly, raising her hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “take you out, tell you how much you mean to me... show you that i’m serious.”

y/n stared at him, her breath catching in her throat. “serious?”

“yes,” fermín murmured, his gaze unwavering. “i’m serious about you, y/n. i have been for a long time.”

silence fell between them, the weight of his words sinking in. y/n’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, her emotions swirling in a dizzying whirlwind.

“i— i don’t know what to say,” she whispered finally.

“you don’t have to say anything,” fermín murmured, his thumb stroking softly over her hand. “just... let me show you. let me— let me be what you need.”

y/n swallowed hard, blinking back the sudden sting of tears. “you already are, fermín,” she whispered. “you’ve always been.”

his smile was soft, almost reverent. “then let me do this right, baby. let me... let me take my time with you.”

y/n’s brow furrowed slightly. “what do you mean?”

“i mean... maybe we shouldn’t tell anyone just yet,” he said hesitantly, his gaze searching hers. “not until we’re sure.”

she blinked. “sure?”

“that this is it,” fermín murmured. “that it’s real.”

y/n stared at him, her heart aching at the vulnerability in his eyes. then, slowly, she nodded. “okay,” she whispered. “i respect that.”

he exhaled softly, relief flooding his expression. “thank you.”

“besides,” she added, a small smile tugging at her lips, “i really don’t want my family in my business right now.”

fermín chuckled. “understandable.”

“but,” y/n continued, her gaze turning serious, “if we’re serious about this, fermín, we’ll have to tell pablo eventually.”

he winced slightly at the mention of her brother’s name but nodded. “i am serious about you, baby. but... let’s enjoy this for now. just us.”

y/n smiled softly, squeezing his hand gently. “just us,” she agreed.

fermín leaned closer, his gaze warm and tender as he whispered, “does that mean i can kiss you now?”

“you don’t have to ask,” y/n murmured back, her smile widening.

he didn’t need any more encouragement. with a soft sigh, fermín closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a slow, sweet kiss that spoke of all the feelings he’d kept hidden for so long.

it was perfect. just like everything else that night.

the house was unusually quiet when y/n pushed open the front door, her shoulders aching from a long day at uni. she let out a tired sigh, tossing her backpack to the floor before kicking off her shoes. she barely had time to register the silence when her mom’s sharp voice pierced through the quiet.

"nena! come to the living room, now."

y/n’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. "uh… okay?" she called back, her tone unsure as she padded down the hall. the second she stepped into the living room, she froze.

her entire family was there—her mom, dad, gavi, aurora, adrián… and fermín, lounging casually on the couch, a smug smile already playing on his lips. he had the audacity to look entirely too comfortable in her family’s living room, and y/n's suspicion grew tenfold when she saw the gleam in his eyes. trouble.

"what’s going on?" she asked slowly, eyeing her family warily before her gaze landed on fermín, who looked far too pleased with himself. "why is everyone staring at me?"

"sit down, nena," her dad said, his voice uncharacteristically serious as he pointed to the armchair across from him. "we need to have a talk."

her frown deepened, but she did as told, gingerly sitting on the edge of the chair like a deer caught in headlights. "did i do something wrong?" she asked cautiously, glancing nervously between her family members.

"we’re worried about you, nena," her mom finally spoke, her tone laced with concern, though her expression bordered on disappointed. "you’ve been acting strange."

"strange?" y/n echoed, her brow furrowed.

"it’s marco," gavi spat, his voice brimming with frustration. "we know you're still seeing him."

y/n’s eyes widened in disbelief. "what? no, i’m not!" she protested, shaking her head.

"nena, don’t lie to us," her mom said, shaking her head, her voice tinged with that familiar disappointment.

"yeah, we know you’re hiding something," aurora chimed in, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes. "you’re sneaking around, hiding your phone."

"leaving the house at weird times," adrián added, piling on.

"and you’ve been smiling at your phone like an idiot," gavi muttered, shooting her an accusing look.

before y/n could defend herself, fermín, sitting back with a smug grin, decided it was time to chime in. "and you haven’t been eating your mom’s cooking, hermosa," he said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "that’s very suspicious behavior."

y/n’s jaw dropped as she shot him a look. "why are you even here, fermín?!"

he shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back against the cushions. "just a concerned friend," he replied, the smirk on his lips betraying his faux innocence. "looking out for your well-being. you know me, always so thoughtful."

"you’re not helping!" y/n snapped, her eyes narrowing at him.

"i’m not supposed to help," fermín quipped, giving her a slow, lazy grin that screamed smugness. "i’m here to make sure this intervention goes smoothly. moral support and all that."

"we’re serious, nena," her dad interrupted, his tone deep and authoritative. "marco is no good for you."

"he’s trash," aurora stated matter-of-factly, her arms still crossed. "absolute trash."

"garbage," adrián agreed, nodding seriously.

"toxic waste," fermín added with exaggerated thoughtfulness, leaning forward like he was imparting some great wisdom. "you know, the kind they bury underground because it’s too dangerous to deal with."

y/n’s head whipped around to glare at him again, her frustration mounting. "shut up, fermín!"

he simply raised his hands in surrender, his smirk never fading. "hey, i’m just saying what we’re all thinking, preciosa."

"he made you cry all the time, y/n," adrián said, bringing the conversation back to seriousness. "you deserve better."

"yeah, like someone who actually respects you," aurora added, her tone softening as she reached over to give y/n’s hand a squeeze.

"or someone who doesn’t insult your thesis project," gavi muttered darkly. "the guy’s a total jerk."

"total jerk," fermín echoed with a nod, his smugness practically radiating off of him. "i would never call your thesis stupid, hermosa. in fact, i’d love to hear all about it sometime. bet it’s brilliant."

y/n shot him another death glare. "you’re making it worse!" she growled.

"i’m making it better," fermín countered smoothly, his grin widening. "trust me, you’ll thank me later."

y/n groaned in exasperation, burying her face in her hands. "you’re all insane," she muttered. "i told you, i’m not seeing marco."

"we don’t believe you," gavi said bluntly, folding his arms over his chest. "you’re hiding something."

"it’s so obvious," aurora added. "you’re distracted, always sneaking off somewhere."

"and don’t think we haven’t noticed you acting all dreamy," adrián pointed out. "like you’re in love or something."

"you’re practically glowing," fermín added cheerfully, his voice full of teasing amusement. "very suspicious, indeed."

y/n let out an incredulous laugh. "you—"

"see?!" her mom interrupted, her voice tinged with worry. "he’s already making you upset again, nena. we just want to help."

"we can’t let you fall back into his trap," her dad said firmly, giving her a pointed look.

"we want what’s best for you," aurora chimed in softly, her hand still resting on y/n’s arm.

"someone who treats you like the queen you are," adrián added, his voice gentle.

"someone who appreciates your cooking," fermín said with a serious nod, his expression mockingly sincere. "your macarrons? out of this world."

y/n made a strangled noise of frustration. "why are you even here, fermín?!"

"because i care about you, preciosa," fermín replied, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand. "your family just wants to make sure you’re okay. and so do i."

y/n threw her hands up in disbelief. "i hate you so much right now."

"you love me," fermín corrected easily, his smug grin practically daring her to argue. "we can discuss that later."

"per l’amor de déu," y/n groaned, burying her face in her hands again as the entire room erupted into more accusations, chaos, and… smug fermín grins.

she was never going to survive this family.

“i’m still mad at you.”

fermín barely had a chance to cross the threshold of her room before y/n’s cool voice cut through the air. she sat on her bed, arms crossed over her chest, her gaze fixed firmly on some point past his shoulder. despite her words, he caught the slight upward quirk of her lips and knew she was putting on a show. but for now, he’d play along.

“oh?” fermín’s eyes narrowed, a smirk already tugging at his lips as he stepped forward, kicking the door shut behind him. “and what, hermosa, did i do to deserve such harsh punishment?”

“you know exactly what you did,” y/n shot back, turning her head away as if to dismiss him completely. “don’t act all innocent.”

“innocent?” he repeated, feigning offense. “i was just concerned for your wellbeing, nena (little girl). it’s not my fault if your family’s got a point.”

y/n’s jaw dropped. “excuse me?”

“well, they did bring up some solid arguments,” fermín continued nonchalantly, leaning back against the wall with a casual shrug. “marco’s a total idiot—”

“okay, enough,” she snapped, throwing her pillow at him, which he easily dodged. “you know that’s not what i’m mad about.”

“oh, really?” he drawled, his smirk widening. “then enlighten me, preciosa.”

y/n glared at him, but he could see the faintest glimmer of amusement in her eyes. she was holding back — pretending. trying to get a reaction out of him. well, two could play that game.

“i’m mad,” she said slowly, “because you took their side.”

fermín let out a low laugh. “baby, i didn’t take anyone’s side.”

“oh, no?” she raised an eyebrow. “so you didn’t chime in with all the ‘marco’s no good for her’ and ‘she deserves better’ nonsense?”

"all vaild points” he murmured, his voice softening slightly as he moved closer, his gaze locked on hers. “you do deserve better, y/n.”

“that’s not the point!” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “the point is...”

“the point is you’re mad because i got a few good laughs in while your family cornered you,” fermín finished, his smirk returning. “don’t lie.”

“i’m not lying!” y/n huffed, turning her back to him.

fermín’s eyes gleamed mischievously as he stepped closer, his hands gently sliding around her waist from behind. “you’re so cute when you’re angry, preciosa,” he murmured, pressing his chest against her back.

she stiffened, refusing to lean into him, even when his fingers traced soft patterns along her sides. “i’m mad at you,” she repeated stubbornly.

“mmm, so you’ve said,” he replied, undeterred. he leaned down, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck in the lightest of kisses.

y/n sucked in a sharp breath, but still, she didn’t move. “i told you, fermín,” she muttered. “i’m mad.”

“and i told you,” he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing up to the spot just below her ear, “you’re adorable when you’re mad.”

“stop that,” she grumbled, but her voice lacked its usual bite.

“no,” fermín whispered, his lips pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her neck. “not until you forgive me.”

“maybe i won’t,” she shot back, tilting her chin up defiantly. “maybe i’ll stay mad forever.”

“forever’s a long time,” fermín murmured, tightening his grip around her waist. “i don’t think you can last that long.”

“watch me,” y/n retorted, refusing to turn around even as he held her close.

he chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin. “i guess i’ll just have to spend the rest of forever convincing you otherwise, then.”

“good luck with that,” she muttered, finally pulling away from his embrace and stepping out of his reach. “i’m not that easy.”

“baby,” fermín sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “you’re killing me here.”

“good,” she replied stubbornly, sitting back down on the edge of her bed and crossing her arms again. “maybe next time you’ll think twice before ganging up on me.”

“i wasn’t ganging up on you,” he protested, taking a step closer. “i was... supporting the cause.”

“what cause?” y/n shot him a dark look. “the ‘let’s drive y/n crazy with baseless accusations’ cause?”

fermín grinned. “i wouldn’t say baseless.”

“ugh!” she threw her hands up in frustration. “stop speaking to me.”

“you’re beautiful,” he murmured softly, his gaze softening as he watched her fume. “even when you’re mad.”

“flattery won’t get you anywhere,” y/n grumbled, turning her back on him again.

“then how about this,” he said quietly, stepping forward until he was right behind her once more. he wrapped his arms around her, his chin resting on her shoulder as he whispered, “you’re mine, hermosa. no one else’s.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat, her resolve wavering for a split second. but then she straightened, lifting her chin stubbornly. “and what if i call that doctor guy back? the one my mom mentioned today” she asked, her voice a little too casual. “mateu seemed nice enough. maybe i should give him a chance.”

fermín stiffened behind her, his grip tightening. “don’t.”

“why not?” she challenged, turning her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder.

“because you’re mine,” he repeated, his voice low and possessive. “and i don’t share.”

“hmph,” y/n sniffed, trying to ignore the way her heart fluttered at his words. “you seemed perfectly fine with the idea back there.”

“i was not,” fermín growled, spinning her around to face him. “do you know how hard it was not to—” he stopped abruptly, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning into hers.

“not to what?” she whispered, staring up at him, suddenly breathless.

“not to do this,” he murmured, cupping her face gently and pressing his lips against hers in a fierce, desperate kiss.

y/n gasped softly, her resolve crumbling as she melted against him, her arms winding around his neck almost instinctively. he kissed her deeply, thoroughly, pouring every ounce of his frustration, his jealousy, and his need into the kiss until she was left trembling in his arms.

but then, just as quickly, he pulled back, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild. “don’t,” he repeated, his voice a harsh whisper. “don’t play around like that.”

“i—I wasn’t—” she stammered, still dazed.

“you were,” he growled, his grip tightening on her waist. “and it’s driving me crazy, baby.”

“good,” y/n whispered, narrowing her eyes slightly. “now you know how i felt.”

fermín blinked, taken aback. then, slowly, a grin spread across his face. “oh, so this is payback, is it?”

“maybe,” she replied, lifting her chin defiantly.

“you’re evil,” he murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. “an actual demon.”

“takes one to know one,” y/n shot back, a small smile tugging at her lips.

fermín’s grin widened. “well, then,” he whispered, leaning down until his lips were just a breath away from hers, “looks like we’re a perfect match, preciosa.”

“hmm, i suppose so,” she murmured back, her heart racing as he closed the distance between them once more.

and this time, she didn’t pull away.

-

the club was alive with neon lights and thumping bass, the energy of the night wrapping around everyone in its grip. y/n sat back in the booth, legs crossed, pretending to be unaffected as fermín sat beside her, his usual calm demeanor giving way to a subtle tension. she could feel the heat from his body and noticed the way his fingers tapped against his knee, betraying the restlessness inside him. he hadn’t stopped fidgeting since gavi had grinned and mentioned he was setting fermín up with the friend of the girl he liked. it was meant to be harmless, but for y/n, every word had only added to her growing frustration.

gavi, completely unaware of the charged atmosphere between them, shot fermín a playful wink before getting up. "i’ll be back in a sec. gonna grab the girls. fermín, you’re gonna thank me for this one, bro. she’s perfect for you."

the second gavi walked away, y/n leaned in close to fermín, her lips brushing against the shell of his ear, her voice soft but laced with challenge. "if you so much as touch her tonight, or let her touch you," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "you won’t be touching me."

fermín’s breath caught in his throat, his body stiffening at her words. the heat in her voice sent a surge of desire through him, but before he could respond, she leaned back, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, her eyes sparkling with mischievous victory.

she knew she had him. fermín had always been the one teasing her, playing with her until she couldn’t take it anymore, but tonight—tonight the tables had turned. now he was the one squirming in his seat, trapped by her challenge.

"you don’t play fair," he muttered, his voice low, barely audible above the music.

y/n shrugged, taking a slow sip of her drink, eyes flicking toward the entrance where gavi was returning, two girls in tow. "i play to win," she murmured back, her gaze sliding to the girl beside gavi—the one meant for fermín.

the girl was pretty, y/n admitted that much. tall, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, dressed to kill. she flashed fermín a dazzling smile as gavi introduced them, and y/n’s chest tightened with irritation. it didn’t matter that fermín barely responded. it didn’t matter that his body was tense and his eyes kept flicking toward y/n. the girl’s touch on his arm was enough to light a fire inside her.

aurora, sitting next to her, leaned in, voice curious. "what’s going on with you two?"

"nothing," y/n lied, though her tone was clipped. she crossed her arms, glaring at the girl who was practically throwing herself at fermín. aurora didn’t miss the way y/n’s jaw clenched as fermín awkwardly shifted away from the girl’s advances, but didn’t push for more details.

time dragged on painfully as y/n sat in their section, doing everything she could to not let her irritation show. the brunette was persistent, touching fermín’s arm every few seconds, leaning in close, laughing too loudly at everything he said—or didn’t say. y/n was simmering, her eyes narrowing more with each passing minute.

the final straw came when the girl stood, tugging fermín’s hand and leading him to the dance floor. fermín shot y/n a glance, one that said he wasn’t enjoying this, but y/n was already seeing red.

without thinking, she grabbed the nearest guy sitting at the table next to them, pulling him up from his seat. her eyes never left fermín’s as she led the stranger to the dance floor, her chest heaving with a mix of anger and adrenaline.

the music thumped around them, the beat heavy as she moved against the guy she’d pulled, her back pressed firmly against his chest. she swayed to the rhythm, but her eyes stayed locked on fermín, watching as the brunette pressed herself against him. she could see the frustration in fermín’s stance, the stiffness in his shoulders, the way his eyes darkened as he watched her.

oh, she had him right where she wanted him now.

fermín didn’t last long. within minutes, he disentangled himself from the brunette and crossed the dance floor with purposeful strides, his gaze locked on y/n. the second he reached her, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her away from the guy without even looking back.

"we’re done here," fermín growled, his voice rough, the tension between them palpable.

he didn’t stop until they were in a secluded corner of the club, hidden from prying eyes. y/n’s back hit the wall with a soft thud, fermín’s body crowding hers, caging her in. his hands were on her waist, firm but gentle, his leg nudging between her thighs as he towered over her, his breath hot against her neck.

"you think you can play games with me, hermosa?" he murmured, his voice dark and husky, sending a shiver down her spine.

y/n’s lips curled into a defiant smile, her heart racing from both the intensity of his presence and the thrill of the night. "you started it," she shot back, her eyes locked on his. "you let her touch what’s mine."

fermín’s eyes darkened even further, his lips tugging into a smirk. "oh yeah? and what’s that?" he asked, his voice dangerously low as he leaned in, his mouth hovering just over hers, the air between them crackling with tension.

y/n’s breath hitched, but she didn’t back down. "you," she whispered, her voice soft but full of possession. "you’re mine."

fermín let out a low growl at her words, his grip on her waist tightening as he crashed his lips against hers. the kiss was searing, full of pent-up frustration, desire, and everything they’d both been holding back. his body pressed against hers, his hands roaming her sides, pulling her even closer as their kiss deepened.

y/n’s hands found their way into his hair, tugging gently as she lost herself in the heat of the moment. she could feel his leg nudged between her thighs, the sensation driving her wild, and she couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped her lips.

fermín pulled back just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against hers as he panted slightly. "you’re playing a dangerous game, hermosa," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and warning.

y/n smirked, her eyes still blazing with challenge. "you love it," she teased, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw before pulling him back into another heated kiss.

the music around them faded into the background as they got lost in each other, completely consumed by the intensity of their connection. every kiss, every touch, every whispered word between them was electric, and neither of them wanted the moment to end.

but they both knew this wasn’t just a game anymore. it was something deeper, something real, and tonight had only proved how much they were willing to fight for it.

and as they stood there, hidden away in the corner of the club, their bodies tangled together, they both realized one thing: neither of them was backing down. not tonight. not ever.

keeping their relationship hidden was harder than either of them anticipated. there were too many close calls, too many moments when they nearly let something slip, but somehow, they managed to keep it under wraps. though y/n’s family was still completely oblivious, gavi, being as perceptive as he was, had come dangerously close to figuring it out more than once.

like the time y/n had forgotten to silence her phone during a family dinner, and a text from fermín — “miss you, hermosa” — had nearly given her away. her brother had narrowed his eyes at her when she’d quickly flipped her phone over, cheeks flushed, and mumbled something about a friend checking in. gavi hadn’t looked convinced, but before he could press any further, y/n had started peppering him with questions about training, effectively steering the conversation away from herself.

or the time fermín had lingered a little too long at the house, his gaze following y/n around the living room like he couldn’t bear to be apart from her for even a second. gavi had caught on, staring between them with furrowed brows, his expression suspicious. y/n had panicked, elbowing fermín sharply in the ribs to get him to focus. he’d only grinned at her, eyes sparkling with mischief as he purposefully brushed his fingers against hers when no one was looking, enjoying the thrill of almost getting caught.

but perhaps the closest call had been when gavi had barged into her room one evening without knocking. fermín had been there, leaning against the far wall, his hand intertwined with y/n’s as they talked in low, hushed voices. they’d barely managed to pull away from each other in time, y/n hastily shoving her hands behind her back and fermín adopting a casual stance, but the look gavi gave them — suspicious, probing — had lingered long after he’d left.

“he knows something’s up,” fermín had whispered once the door had closed behind gavi.

“no, he doesn’t,” y/n had insisted, though the words sounded weak even to her ears.

“he’s not stupid, baby” fermín had sighed, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “we have to be more careful.”

and they had been, skirting around the edges of suspicion, finding solace in stolen moments at his apartment instead.

his place was small, modest compared to the vibrant warmth of her family home, but it felt more like theirs. it was where they could drop the act, where y/n didn’t have to worry about her brother bursting in unexpectedly or her parents glancing at them suspiciously. here, it was just them — no pretense, no hiding. only whispers and soft laughter, kisses that lingered, and conversations that went on long into the night.

it was after one such evening, when they were sprawled lazily in his bed, her head resting on his chest, that fermín let out a soft sigh, the sound laced with something wistful.

“what’s wrong?” y/n murmured, shifting slightly to look up at him.

“nothing,” he replied quickly, a small smile playing on his lips. but the distant look in his eyes gave him away.

“tell me,” y/n pressed gently, reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb brushing softly over his skin. “what’s bothering you?”

fermín hesitated, then sighed again, his gaze drifting to the ceiling. “it’s just... it gets lonely here sometimes,” he admitted quietly. “that’s why i’m always at your place.”

y/n’s heart ached at the admission. “i didn’t know,” she whispered, guilt curling in her chest.

he shrugged lightly, his arm tightening around her. “it’s fine. i just... i like being around family. around you.”

“i’m sorry,” y/n said softly, “for all the times i complained about you being at my house.”

his smile widened slightly, turning playful. “oh, i know why you did it.”

“yeah?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“of course,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips. “you just wanted me to obsess over you more, hermosa. i'll tell you though, it definitely worked.”

“oh, please,” y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes even as a smile tugged at her lips. “don't be ridiculous.”

“maybe,” he conceded, his tone light. but then his expression softened, turning serious. “but... i mean it, y/n. your family... they welcomed me when i had no one here in barcelona. taught me the culture, the language... they made me feel like i belonged.”

y/n’s chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice, her fingers curling slightly against his chest. “they love you,” she murmured. “we all do.”

“i know,” fermín whispered, his gaze turning distant again. “but there was also... a little girl i fell for in the process.” his eyes met hers, filled with a tenderness that made her breath catch. “and she still has my heart.”

y/n stared at him, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. “fermín...”

“shh” he murmured softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “don’t say anything. i just... i needed you to know.”

a soft, trembling smile spread across y/n’s lips as she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. “you’re such a sap,” she whispered, echoing her words from their first date.

“only for you,” he repeated, his voice low and warm, wrapping around her like a promise.

they stayed like that for a long time, the quiet hum of the city outside the only sound in the room. eventually, y/n shifted, turning slightly so she could look up at him again.

“thank you,” she whispered softly.

fermín blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. “for what?”

“for... loving me,” y/n murmured, her gaze searching his. “for being patient. for... everything.”

his expression softened, a slow, affectionate smile spreading across his lips. “always, baby," he murmured. “always.”

and when he leaned down to kiss her again, it was slow and sweet, filled with all the words he couldn’t say, all the feelings he’d kept buried for so long. and in that moment, y/n knew — without a doubt — that she loved him too.

the night of aurora’s birthday party was electric, the music pulsing in time with the heartbeats of those dancing inside. y/n and fermín mingled with their friends, but every glance shared between them was charged with an undeniable energy that set them apart from the rest. as the hours passed, their desire for each other grew, and it became harder to resist sneaking away to a more private place.

“let’s go to the rooftop,” y/n suggested, her voice barely audible over the booming bass. fermín nodded, his eyes sparkling with mischief, and they slipped away from the crowd.

the rooftop was a breath of fresh air, a sanctuary away from the noise of the club. y/n leaned against the railing, taking in the sprawling city below, the distant lights twinkling like stars. fermín stepped in close, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into him. the moment felt perfect, but just as their lips were about to touch, the rooftop door swung open.

“what the hell?” gavi’s voice boomed, his expression a mixture of shock and anger. he stood frozen, taking in the scene before him. y/n and fermín quickly stepped apart, but the damage was done.

“gavi, it’s not what it looks like,” y/n stammered, but gavi cut her off.

“don’t lie to me. it looks exactly like what it is! get off my sister!” he shouted, his protective instincts flaring.

“we’re dating,” fermín replied calmly, stepping forward to defend y/n. “it’s been over a month now.”

gavi’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across his face. “you’re dating? are you serious? since when? how could you keep this from me?”

“it wasn’t like that,” y/n said quickly, feeling the tension rising. “we wanted to tell you—”

“clearly not,” gavi interjected, his voice tight with frustration. “you think this is okay? you think he’s just going to treat you right?”

“gavi, that’s not fair,” fermín said, standing his ground. “I’ve only been with y/n. I’m not like marco.”

“you think that matters?” gavi spat, shaking his head. “you’re just some womanizer, and I’m supposed to believe this is real? how can I trust that you’re not going to hurt her?”

“don’t act like I haven’t been in love with y/n for half my life,” fermín shot back, his voice rising. “you know me better than that!”

“you know what this looks like, fermín,” gavi continued, his face reddening with anger. “you’re saying you love her, but you don’t think this can actually work. otherwise, you wouldn’t have hidden it from me!"

“we didn’t want to make it harder for you!” y/n yelled, frustration bubbling over. “we lied because we thought it would be easier, not because we’re ashamed of what we have!”

“this isn’t some high school fling, gavi,” fermín said, his tone steady but firm. “this is real for us. y/n means everything to me, and I won’t let you push her away.”

“you think you can just come in and make these decisions for her?” gavi shot back, voice trembling with anger. “what if you hurt her? what if this ends badly?”

“that’s not your call to make!” y/n shouted, her patience wearing thin. “I’m tired of you treating me like a child. I can handle my own life!”

gavi’s face softened, but the hurt was still evident. “I just want to protect you, y/n. I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

“you’re suffocating me!” she replied, feeling tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “I’m not marco. I’m not making the same mistakes! I’m making my own choices!”

“you really think you can trust him?” gavi pressed, desperation in his voice.

“yes, I do!” y/n yelled, tears now streaming down her face. “you need to trust me!”

gavi stepped back, visibly shaken, as y/n turned away, her anger boiling over. “I can’t believe you!” she spat, storming off toward the staircase.

“y/n, wait!” fermín called after her, but gavi stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

“you shouldn’t have put her in this position,” gavi said, his voice trembling with a mixture of frustration and hurt.

“I’m in love with her,” fermín said calmly, meeting gavi’s gaze head-on. “and you or anyone else can’t keep me apart from her. I don’t care what you think.”

with that, he turned and rushed after y/n, leaving gavi standing on the rooftop, fists clenched at his sides, filled with a mix of anger and concern for his sister.

the drive to fermín’s apartment was quiet. too quiet. y/n had been silent since the club, her eyes staring out of the passenger window, blinking away the tears that kept threatening to fall. she had tried to keep it together back there—tried to brush off the sting of pablo’s words, but the second they got into the car, her walls had crumbled.

fermín didn’t press her. he didn’t ask her to explain or push her to talk. instead, he placed his hand on her knee, a comforting weight that silently said i’m here when you’re ready. and that was enough. it had always been enough with him.

when they reached his place, fermín led her inside without a word, his hand gripping hers as if to reassure her that she wasn’t alone. the second they stepped into the apartment, she felt the dam break. hot, angry tears spilled down her cheeks, and before she knew it, she was collapsing onto his couch, burying her face in her hands as the sobs shook her shoulders.

fermín was beside her in an instant, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. “shh, preciosa,” he murmured softly, his voice a soothing balm against the raw ache in her chest. “i’ve got you. let it out.”

y/n clung to him, her tears soaking his shirt as the weight of everything—the night, pablo, the overwhelming emotions she’d been holding back—finally crashed down on her. “he hates me,” she choked out, her voice muffled against his chest. “he hates me for this.”

fermín shook his head, his hand gently stroking her back in slow, comforting circles. “he doesn’t hate you, hermosa. he’s just… stubborn. and protective. you know how he is.”

“but why did he say that?” y/n sobbed, pulling back just enough to look up at him, her tear-streaked face twisted in confusion and hurt. “why would he keep this from me if he knew how i felt? it’s like he doesn’t even trust me.”

fermín sighed, his thumb brushing away the tears from her cheek as he cupped her face, his touch soft and grounding. “pablo’s scared, that’s all,” he said gently. “scared of losing you, scared of something changing between you two. but it’s not about trust, baby. he just… doesn’t get it yet.”

“and what if he never does?” y/n whispered, her voice trembling. “what if he never accepts us?”

fermín’s eyes softened as he looked at her, his hand gently tilting her chin so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “i don’t need his approval, y/n,” he said, his voice low and sincere. “i don’t need anyone’s approval. i finally have the girl of my dreams, and i’m never letting her go.”

y/n’s heart clenched at his words, a fresh wave of tears welling up in her eyes. “but what if this is all a mistake?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “what if… what if i’m not ready for this? for us?”

fermín’s expression softened even further, and he pulled her closer, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “i love you, y/n,” he whispered against her skin, his voice steady and sure. “i told you that, and i’ll spend every day telling you that until it sticks in that beautiful head of yours.”

her breath hitched at his words, and she looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. “but—”

“i know in the past you weren’t dealt the best hand when it comes to guys,” fermín cut her off gently, his thumb tracing soothing patterns on her cheek. “and maybe you’re scared. maybe you think i’m going to be like them. but i promise you, mi amor, your heart is safe with me.”

y/n’s lip trembled, her walls starting to crumble again. “fermín…”

“no, listen to me,” fermín said firmly, his eyes locked on hers, full of sincerity and love. “i have wanted everything with you since i was 13 years old. i am completely, absolutely gone for you, y/n. consorto, you know that? i don’t need anything else. just you.”

her breath caught in her throat, and the last of her doubts began to fade under the weight of his words. “fermín…” she whispered again, her voice thick with emotion.

“i’m all in for you, hermosa,” he continued softly, his forehead resting against hers. “pablo, your family—they’ll come around. but even if they don’t, i’m not going anywhere. i finally have you, and i’m never letting go.”

y/n’s heart swelled, the warmth of his words filling the cracks in her soul that she hadn’t even realized were there. and before she could stop herself, the words slipped out, soft and shaky but filled with all the love she’d been too scared to admit until now. “i love you, fermín.”

the look on his face was pure bliss. his eyes lit up, his lips curling into the most joyful smile she’d ever seen. “what did you just say?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, like he couldn’t believe his ears.

“i love you,” y/n repeated, her voice more steady this time, her heart racing in her chest as she finally let the words sink in.

“say it again,” fermín whispered, his voice breathless as his hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer.

y/n smiled through her tears, leaning in until their noses brushed. “i love you, fermín.”

“again,” he demanded playfully, his lips hovering over hers, his breath hot against her skin.

“i love you,” she whispered for the third time, her heart pounding in her chest.

fermín let out a low laugh, his hands sliding up her sides as he gently laid her back against the cushions of the couch. “i want to engrain this moment into my memory forever,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple before trailing soft, playful kisses across her cheeks, her forehead, her nose. “i love you, mi amor. i love you so much.”

y/n giggled as his kisses continued to cover every inch of her face, his touch light and teasing. “i love you too,” she whispered again, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

“i’m never going to get tired of hearing that,” fermín whispered against her skin, his voice full of awe and adoration.

“good,” y/n replied with a soft laugh, her heart swelling as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down into a tender kiss. “because i’m never going to stop saying it.”

as they held each other, wrapped up in the warmth of each other’s arms, y/n finally felt the weight of her doubts lift. fermín was hers, and she was his. nothing else mattered.

y/n had spent the last few days in a blissful haze, tucked away in fermín’s apartment like they were in their own little world. it was as if the outside didn’t exist—no pablo, no family drama, just them. she felt safe here, wrapped up in his arms, their conversations flowing effortlessly as they stayed in bed for hours on end, only moving when absolutely necessary. she knew she should probably reach out to her family sooner rather than later, but the thought of facing pablo again made her stomach twist. instead, she settled for a few casual texts to her parents, confirming that, yes, she was alive and no, she wasn’t ready to come home just yet. her mom had replied with a suspiciously knowing “take your time,” and aurora had sent a string of heart-eyed emojis.

“they knew,” y/n had muttered, showing fermín the messages as they lay tangled in bed, his bare chest warm beneath her cheek. “my mom and aurora—they totally saw this coming.”

fermín chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “of course they did. everyone saw it but us.”

now, as the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, y/n found herself cuddled up to him once more, her arms wrapped around his waist as he lazily stroked her back, his body warm and familiar beneath the sheets. she could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm under her ear.

“you know we’ll have to go over sometime,” fermín murmured, his voice low and a little groggy with sleep. “i love having you all to myself, but your family might die without you.”

y/n let out a small whine, burrowing her face deeper into his chest in protest. “nooo, i’m not ready yet,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by his skin. “can’t we just stay like this forever?”

fermín laughed softly, his fingers brushing through her hair as he held her closer. “i wish, hermosa. but they’ll start a search party if you don’t show up soon.”

“good, let them search,” she grumbled, nuzzling her nose against his skin, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne that still clung to him. “i’m happy right here.”

“trust me, so am i,” fermín said, his voice full of affection as he pressed another kiss to her hair. “but pablo’s going to show up at the club today, and i don’t think hiding out forever is an option.”

y/n sighed, shifting so that she was lying on her side, her hand still resting on his chest as she looked up at him. “so, you’ll be seeing pablo today?”

fermín smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “that’s typically how it works when you’re on the same team, baby.”

y/n nudged him playfully, rolling her eyes. “you know what i mean, smartass.”

“oh, i know what you mean,” fermín teased, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her arm. “and no, i don’t think he’ll explode again. your brother’s always been temperamental, but he’s matured a lot in the years i’ve known him. he’s not going to risk everything over personal issues.”

“you sure about that?” y/n asked, raising an eyebrow. “pablo’s always been…. temperamental.”

“he’ll come around,” fermín said confidently, his hand sliding up to cup her face, his thumb brushing softly against her cheek. “and even if he’s still upset, that’s on him. you’re stuck with me now.”

before y/n could protest, fermín leaned in and pressed a quick, playful kiss to her lips, the sound of it making a soft smack as he pulled away with a grin.

“mmm,” y/n hummed as she sat up, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “who said that? maybe i have your competition on the way.”

fermín paused mid-movement, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over his shoulder while getting out of bed. “oh, yeah? competition, huh?” his voice was light, playful, but there was a glint in his eyes that made her heart skip a beat.

y/n shrugged, trying to act nonchalant as she stretched out on the bed. “maybe. you never know.”

fermín smirked as he pulled on his training gear, the dark fabric clinging to his muscles in all the right places. “doesn’t change the fact that you’re in love with me,” he said with a confident grin, his eyes flicking to hers as he fastened his belt.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” y/n replied, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow as she tried to keep a straight face.

“oh, come on,” fermín teased, stepping closer to the bed as he leaned down, his hands resting on the mattress on either side of her. “don’t play dumb with me, baby. a few days ago you confessed your undying love for me and, now more than ever know you’re head over heels.”

“who, me?” y/n asked innocently, batting her lashes at him as she fought back a smile. “i have no idea what you mean.”

fermín chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before straightening up. “uh-huh, sure. keep pretending, hermosa. we both know the truth.”

y/n watched him with a soft smile as he finished getting ready, her heart swelling with affection for him. he was right, of course. she was completely, hopelessly in love with him—and no amount of teasing or pretending could change that.

“you better go,” she said, her voice soft as she sat up fully, the sheets pooling around her waist. “you’ll be late for training.”

fermín grinned, leaning down for one last kiss. “don’t miss me too much,” he murmured against her lips.

“i’ll try,” y/n whispered back, her heart fluttering as she watched him head out the door, leaving her alone in the warmth of his apartment.

but as the door closed behind him, she couldn’t help but smile to herself, her heart full of the kind of love she’d only ever dreamed of before.

the buzz of chatter filled the training ground as fermín joined the rest of the squad for the day’s session. he could feel the eyes of his teammates on him—especially gavi’s, who had been ignoring him all morning. it wasn’t like gavi to act cold toward him, and it didn’t take long for the others to notice the tension between the two.

“hey, what’s up with you and gavi?” alejandro asked as they gathered near the sideline, his brow furrowed in curiosity. lamine and pedri hovered nearby, clearly interested in the conversation too, while cubarsi raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

fermín glanced over at gavi, who was standing a few meters away, deliberately avoiding his gaze. he let out a sigh before looking back at the group. “i’m dating y/n.”

there was a collective pause, and then lamine let out a loud whistle. “no way, you finally pulled it off?”

“about time,” pedri added with a grin. “we’ve all known you were obsessed with her for years.”

cubarsi smirked, crossing his arms. “so that’s why gavi’s been giving you the cold shoulder, huh? makes sense. you two are usually attached at the hip.”

“he’s just being protective,” fermín shrugged, though he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “but i’m not worried. gavi has to be fine with it eventually because there’s no way i’m letting her go. i finally got her.”

“hermano, you are in it for life,” alejandro teased, clapping fermín on the back.

the group exchanged knowing glances, their teasing lighthearted but full of admiration. fermín had always been open about his feelings for y/n, and now that he had her, he wasn’t about to hide it.

by the time lunch rolled around, fermín had mostly forgotten about gavi’s silent treatment—until he saw his best friend approaching him across the field. his heart sped up, unsure of what to expect. was gavi still upset? or was this about to turn into another argument?

as gavi stopped in front of him, fermín straightened up, bracing himself for whatever was about to come. but instead of anger, gavi’s expression softened.

“look, man,” gavi started, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable but determined. “i’m sorry… for everything. for what i said, how i acted. i was out of line.” he hesitated before continuing, his eyes meeting fermín’s. “i guess i just… i didn’t realize how serious you were about y/n. and… i was wrong to think you weren’t good enough for her. now that i’ve had time to think about it… there’s no one better suited for my sister.”

fermín’s heart swelled at those words. he hadn’t realized just how much gavi’s approval meant to him until this very moment. hearing it now, after everything, was like a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

“thank you, hermano,” fermín said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “that means more than you know.”

gavi nodded, his expression still serious. “i just… i don’t know how to fix things with her. i know i hurt her, and i hate that. she’s my sister, and i’ve always tried to protect her, but now i feel like i’ve just pushed her away.”

fermín took a deep breath, thinking carefully about what to say. “it’s on you to fix it, hermano,” he said gently. “but i will say this—y/n’s hurting because of how much she loves you. you think you’re the one always protecting her, but she’s the one who’s been protecting you most of the time. she talks about you all the time, how proud she is of you, how much she loves her baby brother.”

gavi’s eyes widened, clearly taken aback. “really? i… i didn’t realize.”

“yeah, man. she’s always looking out for you, even when you don’t see it. so i get why you feel like you need to pay it back, but you’ve got to remember—she’s your older sister, and she loves you. but she can make her own decisions.”

gavi let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. “i never thought of it like that.”

“just talk to her,” fermín urged. “she wants to fix this just as much as you do.”

gavi looked down for a moment, his face softening with the weight of fermín’s words. when he finally looked up, there was a glint of determination in his eyes.

“i’ll talk to her,” gavi said, his voice firm. “i need to make this right.”

fermín clapped him on the shoulder, his heart swelling with pride for his best friend. “you will. she loves you, pablo. just remember that.”

gavi nodded, the tension between them finally easing as they stood there, brothers in more ways than one. for the first time in days, fermín felt like everything was going to be okay. and as they headed back toward the training grounds, side by side, fermín couldn’t help but smile, knowing that his relationship with y/n—and with gavi—was stronger than ever.

as gavi and fermín walked back toward the training grounds, the tension finally lifted between them. the air felt lighter, the weight of their earlier conflict fading as they fell back into their usual rhythm. gavi seemed more at ease now, though his mind was clearly still turning things over.

“you know,” gavi started, his tone casual but thoughtful, “now that i know you and y/n are together… a lot of things make way more sense.”

fermín raised an eyebrow, curious. “oh? like what?”

“well, for starters,” gavi began, scratching his head, “there was that one time last month when i came home early from training, and you two were sitting on the couch, but like… on opposite ends. like way too far apart. i thought you guys had gotten into a fight or something, but now i realize you were probably trying not to make it obvious.”

fermín chuckled, remembering how y/n had practically leaped to the other side of the couch when she heard gavi’s key in the door. “yeah… we were still figuring things out.”

gavi continued, “and then there was that morning i walked into the kitchen, and you were already there, making her coffee. you never make coffee for anyone, man. i remember thinking, ‘what the hell is going on here?’ but y/n just said you were being nice.”

fermín laughed, shaking his head. “being nice, huh? you really bought that?”

“well, i didn’t think too much of it at the time. but now… it’s like all these little things are clicking into place. like that time y/n came into the living room wearing that huge hoodie, and i told her it looked familiar. i thought it was mine, but then she said it was ‘no one’s.’” gavi paused, his eyes narrowing in realization. “that was your hoodie, wasn’t it?”

“yep,” fermín grinned, not even bothering to hide his amusement. “she was practically swimming in it.”

gavi groaned, rubbing his temples as if the flood of past moments was giving him a headache. “and then… the weirdest thing. i walked into y/n’s room one day, and you were in there with her. you looked guilty as hell, and she started blinking like crazy, saying she had something in her eye. i remember thinking, ‘what the hell were you doing in her room?’ but i just shrugged it off. now i get it—you two were probably panicking, trying to play it cool.”

fermín couldn’t contain his laughter this time, doubling over slightly as gavi continued recounting all the little clues he had missed.

“oh, and don’t even get me started on the way she used to look at her phone whenever you texted. i’d be like, ‘what’s so funny?’ and she’d just shrug and say, ‘nothing important.’ but she had this dumb smile on her face every time.”

“you’re really piecing it all together now, huh?” fermín teased, clearly enjoying gavi’s realization.

“i feel like an idiot,” gavi admitted, shaking his head. “it’s like the signs were right in front of me, and i didn’t see any of them. and you know what the worst part is?”

“what’s that?” fermín asked, still chuckling.

gavi sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in the air. “i live in that house! how did i not see it? you two were right under my nose the whole time!”

fermín shot him a cheeky grin. “we’re just that good.”

“nah, you two are just sneaky as hell,” gavi shot back, but there was no malice in his voice—just pure amusement at how oblivious he had been. “you’ve been in love with my sister for ages, haven’t you?”

fermín nodded, his expression softening. “since we were kids, man. and now… i finally have her.”

gavi looked at him for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips. “alright, alright. i get it. you’re both gross and in love. just… keep it down when i’m home, okay?”

fermín laughed, throwing an arm around gavi’s shoulders. “don’t worry, hermano. we’ll try to keep it PG—for your sake.”

gavi rolled his eyes but couldn’t help laughing along. “you two are ridiculous.”

“hey! you have to respect even more now that i’m gonna officially be your brother,” fermín teased, and gavi couldn’t deny it. despite the chaos, despite everything that had happened, they were family. and now that the air had cleared, everything felt just a little bit brighter.

-

y/n sat cross-legged on the couch in the living room, her arms wrapped around herself for warmth even though the house wasn’t cold. she could hear gavi bustling in the kitchen, the soft clinking of mugs and the hum of the kettle filling the silence. she watched him as he approached, carefully placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of her.

“you’re being suspiciously nice,” she said, her voice tinged with curiosity as she lifted the mug and took a tentative sip.

gavi shifted awkwardly on the other end of the couch, rubbing the back of his neck. “maybe i’m just trying to make up for being an idiot,” he said, his voice quieter than usual.

y/n raised an eyebrow. “you? admit you were wrong? this must be serious.”

he shot her a small, sheepish grin before his expression sobered. “it is.” he let out a heavy breath, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “i was out of line. with you, with fermín… with everything.”

her brows knitted together as she placed the mug down on the coffee table. “gavi…” she started, but he held up a hand to stop her.

“let me finish,” he said firmly. he glanced at her, his brown eyes filled with something she didn’t often see—vulnerability. “you’ve always been there for me. my whole life, you’ve put me first, even when you didn’t have to. and what did i do when it was my turn to support you? i acted like a child. i didn’t trust you to make your own decisions, didn’t trust fermín to do right by you. i was selfish, and i’m sorry.”

y/n stared at him, her heart squeezing painfully at the sincerity in his voice. “gavi, i—”

“no, wait,” he interrupted again, leaning back against the couch as he rubbed his hands together nervously. “i thought i was protecting you, but the truth is… you’ve been protecting me this whole time. i just didn’t see it.” he let out a soft, self-deprecating laugh. “do you know how many times fermín told me i was blind to everything you’ve done for me? he told me last night how much you love me, how proud you are of me. and i’ve never told you that back, have i?”

she felt her eyes sting, but she quickly blinked the tears away, shaking her head. “you don’t have to tell me, pablo. i’ve always known.”

“but i should’ve,” he insisted. “you deserve to hear it. you deserve to be supported, not criticized for every little thing. especially for loving someone like fermín. because… he really loves you, y/n. he always has. i see it now, and i was stupid for not seeing it before.”

she exhaled shakily, the tears she’d been holding back spilling over. “pablo,” she said softly, reaching for his hand. “i understand why you reacted the way you did. you were scared. but it’s not your job to protect me, just like it’s not my job to protect your feelings. we’re siblings. we’re supposed to be there for each other, not hold each other back.”

he nodded, his grip tightening on her hand. “you’re right. and i promise… i’ll do better. i’ll support you, no matter what. i just want you to be happy, and if fermín is the one who makes you happy, then… i’m okay with that.”

she let out a wet laugh, shaking her head. “you’re so dramatic.”

“you’re crying, though,” he teased, a grin tugging at his lips.

“shut up,” she muttered, swiping at her cheeks. but her smile matched his, and when he pulled her into a hug, she didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him tightly.

“te quiero, hermana,” he murmured against her hair.

“te quiero también, pablito,” she whispered back, her heart full. for the first time in a long while, things felt right between them.

-

“this is not good,” gavi muttered under his breath, eyeing y/n across the field with a look of exaggerated disgust. his arms were crossed over his chest as he stood among the players’ families, watching her bicker with him playfully like they always did. except, this time, she was wearing fermin’s jersey—tucked just enough to show off her waist, the number ‘16’ bold across her back as if staking a claim.

“what’s not good?” aurora asked, raising an eyebrow as she glanced between her younger brother and y/n.

gavi grimaced. “that,” he gestured toward y/n. “she’s… happy.” he sounded offended, as if his older sister’s contentment was somehow personally wronging him.

“oh, please,” aurora rolled her eyes. “you’re just mad you lost the bet.”

before gavi could retort, y/n turned toward them with a playful glint in her eyes. “what are you two whispering about?”

gavi shook his head, trying to hide his amusement. “nothing. just regretting every decision that led me to this moment.”

“sure, sure.” y/n smirked, adjusting the hem of fermin’s jersey. “you’re just mad I look better in it than you do.”

gavi scoffed, pretending to look horrified as if her wearing fermin’s number was the biggest insult of his life. “i’m going to pretend i didn’t hear that.”

before y/n could fire back, strong arms suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind, pulling her against a warm chest. she hadn’t even heard fermin come up behind her, but the way he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck was all too familiar now.

“you look perfect in it,” fermin murmured against her skin, a smile in his voice as he hugged her tighter.

y/n grinned, leaning back into his embrace, her hand instinctively finding his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “you’re biased.”

“damn right, i am.” fermin’s voice was teasing, but the way he looked down at her was anything but. his eyes were soft, full of adoration, as if the entire world faded when she was in his arms.

gavi, however, gagged dramatically. “oh, come on,” he groaned, throwing his hands in the air as if personally offended by the display of affection. “can you not?”

“mind your business, kid” y/n shot back, laughing as she turned to kiss fermin on the cheek, intentionally making it worse for gavi’s sake.

gavi gave them a withering look, shaking his head in dismay. “i hate it here.”

but despite his protests, there was an undeniable warmth in his eyes as he watched the two of them—his sister and his best friend, finally together, as if it had been inevitable all along.

as the day went on, families milled about the field, chatting and taking pictures while the players showcased the new kits ahead of the preseason. fermin had finished his interviews, but instead of mingling with the rest of the team, he stayed by y/n’s side, their fingers intertwined like they had been since he’d first pulled her close.

they found a quiet corner near the edge of the pitch, away from the hustle and bustle of everyone else. fermin sat down on the grass, pulling y/n down with him until she was settled between his legs, leaning back against his chest. the noise of the world seemed to quiet down around them as they took a moment for themselves.

“you okay?” fermin asked, his voice soft as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

y/n hummed in response, tilting her head up to look at him with a small smile. “more than okay. i still can’t believe we’re here.”

fermin brushed a strand of hair from her face, his fingers gentle as they traced along her jawline. “well, believe it, amor. because i’m never letting you go.”

her heart swelled at his words, the sincerity in his voice making her feel safe and loved in a way she hadn’t realized she needed. “you know… i never imagined it would be like this,” she admitted quietly, her gaze drifting out to the field, where her family laughed and joked nearby. “with you.”

fermin’s arms tightened around her, his chin resting on her shoulder as he nuzzled closer. “and is that a good thing?”

she turned her head slightly, catching his eye. “it’s the best thing.”

his lips curved into a soft smile, and he leaned in to kiss her again, slow and tender, as if savoring the moment. “i told you i’ve been waiting for you, y/n. since i was thirteen. now that i’ve got you, i’m not going anywhere.”

she felt her cheeks warm, the memory of their earlier conversation running through her mind—the way fermin had declared his love for her with such conviction, as if he had known all along that she was it for him. and now, sitting here in his arms, the world spinning quietly around them, she realized just how deeply she felt the same.

“say it again,” he whispered against her lips, his voice barely audible over the distant chatter. “tell me you love me.”

y/n chuckled softly, her hand coming up to rest on his cheek as she turned to face him fully. “i love you, fermin.”

his eyes closed for a moment, as if he was committing the words to memory. “again.”

she obliged, her voice barely a breath as she leaned in. “i love you.”

fermin’s smile grew wider, a boyish grin spreading across his face as he kissed her again, this time peppering her face with playful kisses. “i’m never getting tired of hearing that.”

“good,” y/n giggled, swatting at him lightly. “because you’ll be hearing it a lot.”

they stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, their laughter mingling with the distant sounds of family and friends around them. despite the chaos of the day, they had carved out their own little bubble of peace, where nothing else mattered but the two of them.

“you know,” fermin murmured, pulling her even closer, “i didn’t think i could be this happy.”

y/n looked up at him, her heart full as she took in the sight of him—his messy hair, the soft smile on his lips, the love in his eyes. “neither did i,” she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “but we’re here, and i wouldn’t change a thing.”

and with that, they fell into a comfortable silence, content to just be with each other, knowing that whatever came next, they’d face it together.

© PDRIESTA 2024

[littleadaline]

Best Kept Hidden [F.L16]

[Brother’s best friend trope]

Warnings: bit of a make-out sesh.

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: I have been strugggggling with uni finals… All this work for what..?

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“Grab the popcorn! I’ll be right down. Just gotta grab some blankets.” You yelled out to Aurora.  

Before you could move, the front door opened, revealing a soaked Gavi and Fermín. Gavi cheerfully greeted you, but Fermín’s face fell silent, choosing to dryly greet you with a wave. You waved back, turning your back to him and climbing up the stairs. Despite Fermín being friends with your brother for years, you felt like he never warmed up to you. He often avoided being in the same room alone with you, choosing to leave or put in his headphones. Although, in front of your family, he seemed fine. You always thought that maybe he was a shy kid, but these habits were starting to follow him into adulthood.

“Gavi, Fermín, you guys need to change before you soak the floors. I’ll grab you guys some towels.” You shouted from upstairs. Heading into the bathroom, you grabbed some towels before throwing them from upstairs to the boys. The towels landed with a thud before Gavi grabbed them and handed one to his friend. As for you, you grabbed the blankets before rushing downstairs back to Aurora.

“Nuh uh, I saw you grab a handful of popcorn!” You called out Aurora.

“Hermana, you were taking way too long! I got hungry.” She defended herself, pouting.

The movie ended a few hours later, and you were left lounging in the living room, bored off your mind.

“Chicas!” Gavi interrupted, turning on the light in the living room, earning a groan from both you and Aurora. “Fermín and I had the brilliant idea to go to the arcades. Are you in?” You glanced at Fermín who had a sudden interest in his feet, or more like, his socks.

“Yeah, I’ll just grab my sweater. Are we taking your car?”

“Fermín drove his car here, so we’re gonna take both cars. Ride with whoever you want. We leave in 5 minutes.” Gavi said, putting on his shoes and tying the laces. As you made it to your room, you heard the sound of the front door close behind you. Outside your window, you could hear Aurora and Gavi laugh, although the subject of their conversation was unknown. You grabbed your sweater and applied some perfume before heading back downstairs. Fermín was sitting on the entrance bench, on his phone, legs spread out. You couldn’t lie, he looked good. Especially with his cap and black t-shirt.

“Am I-?” Fermín interrupted you.

“Riding with me? Yeah. Gavi said so.” His tone was slightly off. You weren’t surprised by the lack of warmth, but you were surprised by the rude behaviour.

Not wanting to spend the next 20 minutes being a victim of his grumpy behaviour, you slid yourself between his body and the door before he could open it.

“Go sit.”

“Why are you asking me to sit? We gotta leave.” He said, his voice growing more annoyed.

“We need to talk and we are going to do so before we leave for the arcade.”

Your heard him groan before taking off his shoes and sitting down on the couch. You sent a text to Gavi letting him know you would be leaving later and they could beat you to the arcade. Locking your phone, you shifted your attention back to the grumpy blonde on your couch.

“What is up with you?” You sat down on the other end of the couch.

“Nothin’… Why do you care?” He angrily responded, his gaze avoiding yours.

“I care because you’re my brother’s best friend, and because… I feel like you hate me. All these years and you always have acted like I was a burden in my own house. Goddam. I mean, did I ever do something to you?” You scoffed, sitting further back into the couch.

Fermín crossed his arms on his chest, a tell he had since he was a kid. You knew he wanted to get something off his chest, but something was holding him back.

“No.”

“No? No, what?” You pressed.

“No, I don’t hate you. And no, you never did anything for me to hate you. It’s just…” he sighed defeated. “Forget it. Can we get to the arcade?” He ended the conversation.

You obliged, not wanting to widen the gap between the two of you and soon locked the door behind you before climbing into his car. The drive was cold, not only the weather, but the atmosphere. Neither of you said a word, opting to gaze at the passing streets instead.

From [The Yellow Card Merchant]:

We just made it to the arcade and it’s closed. So we’re gonna head for some drinks instead. I’ll text you the address, please tell Fermín.

“Gavi just texted me to say that the arcade is closed. He and Aurora are heading out for drinks in the same neighborhood. It’s on the same street as the arcade, at the beginning.”

“C’mon man, can just one thing workout tonight?” He lamented.

“I’m sorry…” You mumbled under your breath.

Fermín took off his eyes off the road for a quick second, glancing at your slumped body against the car seat, arms crossed under your chest. His heart tugged at the sight of you. Pulling into the parking, you spotted Aurora and Gavi waiting for you by the door. You jumped out of the car, waiving to your siblings. Fermín was behind you, his attitude slightly better than earlier, a pout still adorning his lips. Making your way into the bar, your eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light. This place hadn’t been updated since the late 90’s based on the decoration, the smell of old cigarettes and sandalwood, and the Green Day poster hanging above the staircase. Aurora led you to a small, round table hidden in the corner of the place.

“Look, they have some arcade games!” She happily exclaimed. “I can finally claim my air hockey queen title back.” She said, Gavi rolling his eyes at her antics. You chuckled, followed by Fermín, who cracked a smile for the first time since your attempted discussion.

“Let’s order! Aurora? Fermín? What are you guys having?” Gavi asked, already knowing you were going to ask for a cola.

“I’m driving back, so anything without any alcohol… actually I’ll just come with you.” Fermín got up from his seat, following Gavi to the bar. You felt like he was avoiding you, avoiding have to talk to you. You turned back to Aurora, not wanting to be seen as a creep for staring down at Fermín.

“Does Fermín seem odd to you?” Aurora choked on her gum, her eyes widening at your question.

“Odd, how?”

“Um… I mean he’s always been cold and distant with me. But…” you sighed. “Promise me you won’t tell Pablo…”.

“I promise. Is Fermín okay?”

“When I went upstairs to change, Fermín was waiting for me downstairs. And when I asked him if I was riding with me, he interrupted me before I could finish and he sounded super annoyed. So I told him to sit on the couch and I tried to ask him why he hated me-”

“He doesn’t hate you.” Aurora interrupted you. “We will talk about it at home. The guys are back.” She nudged you with her elbow.

“One mojito, extra lime. One strawberry daiquiri , and 2 sodas.” Gavi slid the drinks on the table. Fermín sat across you, his gaze glued to the ground, mindlessly sipping on his soda. The conversation gravitated from one subject to another, Fermín not chiming in once. You weren’t the only one who had noticed.

“Fermín? Are you okay hermano? You haven’t talked once.” Aurora spoke up.

“Mh? Yeah, just got…um a lot on my mind. School and football.” He said.

Two other hours had gone by, Gavi and Aurora were battling for the ultimate title of air hockey king or queen… that meant you were sitting at the table with Fermín. You were debating opening a conversation with him when his voice pulled you away from your thoughts. You were tired, finding it hard to keep your eyes open. Fermín noticed this, finally speaking up.

“I’ll drive you home… If you want.”

“What?”

“I said I’d drive you home if you want to. Gavi invited me to sleep over anyways.”

“I’ll grab my stuff and tell Aurora we’re leaving. I’ll meet you in the car.”

Fermín nodded, and went out the door. You found your siblings and quickly briefed them in before giving them a peck on the cheek and heading out. Fermín was waiting for you in the car, his mood more positive from earlier. He unlocked the door from you, taking your bag from you and throwing it in the back seat. Once in your driveway, Fermín parked the car, his eyes lingering on his hand holding yours as he helped you get out. Inside the house, you quickly parted ways, opting to get ready for the night instead of risking a talk with your brother’s best friend.

“I’m… I’m off to sleep Fermín. Do you need anything? Blankets?” You stood in the doorframe of the guest bedroom.

“No, I’m good. Thank you. Sleep tight, Y/N.” He said, his eyes glazing over your silhouette. You noticed a new kindness in his eyes. Unbeknownst to you, you were growing a soft spot for the blonde.

Wishing Fermín goodnight, you made your way back in your room, slipping under the covers for a well deserved night of sleep. As you were falling asleep, you heard the front door open and the giggle of your siblings as they went up the stairs. Aurora was hammered but Gavi was sober enough to get the both of them home. You finally fell asleep, only to be woken up an hour later. Frustrated, you pulled the covers off and sneakily went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. A sniffle coming from the living room stopped you in your tracks. Peeking over, you caught a glance at Fermín’s slumped figure, his arm quickly wiping away the tears.

Grabbing a second cup, you filled it up and brought it to him.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, still standing in front of him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He wiped away more tears.

“You want to talk about it?” You grew concerned.

Fermín shook his head, his body sinking further into the couch. Your mind flashed back to that time when he was 8 and his coach had berated him for a simple mistake. The slumped figure, puffy eyes, and quivering lip made your mind dizzy.

“I… I just want to be held.” He confessed.

You looked back at him, not wasting a second in wrapping your arms around his torso. You felt his breathing slow down, and his heartbeat become more regular.

“Do you want me to pull aw-”

“Please don’t.” He pleaded. “I’ve just been so stressed. With school and wanting to perform well on the first team. I never felt this way before.”

You stayed in a comfortable silence, entangled in each others’ arms until he spoke up again.

“I.. I’m sorry.” He sighed. “I just wanted to apologize. I’ve been an asshole to you… for some years now. Truth is, I don’t hate you. I never have.”

“So… Why have you been acting this way with me?” You looked back at him, your eyes getting lost in the beauty of his. “It hurt me to see you walk away, ignore me, for reasons beyond my comprehension.” You confessed.

“Don’t freak out, but when we were younger, I told Gavi that I liked you.” He scratched the back of his neck. ”He blew up at me. Wouldn’t talk to me for days. I mean, we were…8? But I got so scared of losing his friendship that I never brought it up again. I tried distancing myself from you, by being cold and distant. I was hoping that by doing this, you would naturally grow to dislike me, and I wouldn’t have to worry about my crush on you.” He blurted out.

You were shocked, to say the least. Your gaze softened. Your hand reached out for his, slowly wrapping your fingers around his.

None of you dared to say anything, choosing to simply sit in the comfortable silence you had created. After a few minutes processing his words, you broke the silence.

“We have a lot of catching up to do. I’m sorry Pablo was… well, Pablo.” You giggled. “Do you… still feel this way about me? After all these years?”

Fermín simply grabbed your chin before shyly placing a kiss on your lips, waiting for your reaction. Grabbing the back of his neck, you pulled yourself closer, almost straddling him. His lips molded to yours, tongues fighting for dominance. Heavy breathing and soft moans could be heard coming from the room.

“Does this answer the question?” Fermín asked you.

“Absolutely.” You answered, going back for a second kiss.

After a heated make out session, which left you hot and sweaty, you both laid back on the couch, your body laying on top of his. Your head was placed on his chest, while your hand was tracing patterns on his bicep. His right hand was tracing circles on your hip, while his left hand held you closer to him, making sure you didn’t roll away.

“Can we take it slow?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe keep this a secret between us. Without telling Aurora or Pablo.”

“I’m okay with this. I want this to be just us… no external influence. No pressure. Just two teenagers falling in love all over again with one another.”

“Alright preciosa, just the two of us.” He kissed the top of your head, his arms tightening their hold on you, bringing you closer to his chest. “Maybe something did go right tonight.” He smiled to himself.

The two of you fell asleep, waking up a few minutes before your siblings came downstairs.

“Fermín? Y/N? Up already?” Aurora asked you, grabbing an aspiring for her head.

“Yeah, Y/N forgot her bag in my car and I woke up to retrieve it.” He lied through his teeth. “ I’ll hit the shower before breakfast.” Fermín loaded his glass of water in the dishwasher before running upstairs, suppressing the urge to kiss you in front of Aurora. Once he was out of earshot, Aurora whispered to you.

“Next time you want to make out with him, make sure we cannot hear you do so.” She winked before turning her back to you.

[xndrexcruz]

When You Get Shipped With Another Player | FC BARCELONA

✮- summary: how they react to fans shipping you with another barca player

✮- warnings: none i don’t think

Requests are open

masterlist here

João Félix

“How come fans think you’re a better match with Marc Guiu than with me?” João grumbled, throwing his bag down by the door.

You glanced up at him from your book, raising an eyebrow. “Fans are just being fans, João. They see what they want to see, you know how it is.”

He walked over to you and plopped down besides you, a pout forming on his puffy lips. “Mas não é justo. Somos perfeitos juntos.” (“It’s not fair though. We’re perfect together.”)

You slightly chuckled, putting your book aside and leaning closer to your boyfriend. “We know that, but they don’t. They just enjoy making up different scenarios, nothing serious.”

“Yeah, but why Marc? I mean he’s a pretty good guy and all, but he’s obviously not me,” João insisted, wrapping his arms around you possessively.

You pressed a kiss to his lips and then trailed a line of kisses along his jaw. “Maybe just maybe, they can’t handle how perfect we are together.” You whispered in between kisses, “They need some drama to entertain themselves.”

João signed, his body relaxing under your soft touch. “I just really hate seeing those comments. It makes me want to scream to the world that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

“One day, I promise. For now, let’s just enjoy what we have now,” you whispered, kissing him deeply.

“Yeah, you’re right, João murmured against your lips, his jealousy melting away. “As long as we know the truth right, that’s all that matters.”

Pablo Gavi

“I swear, if I see one more post shipping you with Héctor, i’m actually going to lose it,” Gavi fumed, pacing around the room.

You signed, shutting your laptop closed. “Pablo, it’s just fans having fun. They don’t mean any harm.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, frustration evident when you looked at him in the eyes. “But it bothers me. They think you two would be a quote on quote amazing couple.”

You stood up and walked over to him, placing your hands on his chest. “Do you really I care about what they think? I’m with you because I’m head over heels for you.”

Gavin’s expression softened at your words, but he still seemed restless. "Es difícil ignorarlo, ¿sabes? Quiero que todos sepan que eres mi novia". (“It’s just hard to ignore, you know? I want everyone to know you’re my girlfriend.”)

You kissed his lips and then both his cheeks, feeling him shiver at the contact. “I know, trust me I know, but we had both agreed to keep things private in the meantime. We just have to trust that our love for one another is strong enough.”

He signed at your words, wrapping his arms around you and putting his head in the crook of your neck. “It is. I’m sorry for getting frustrated. It’s not on purpose.”

You smiled, leaning your head to kiss him. “It’s okay. I just want you to remember that you’re the one I choose every single day, just you.”

Pedri González

“I don’t understand why people think you and João would make such a power couple,” Pedri muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You rolled your eyes, setting you coffee mug down on the coffee table. “Because they don’t about the two of us, Pedri. They’re only speculating.”

He looked up at you, concern written across his face. “But it still bothers me. I want them to see how perfect I am for you.”

You walked over and sat next to him, taking his hands into yours. “I know it must be hard, but it’s just make believe, I’m with you not João. We know what’s actually real.”

Pedri only let out a huff, squeezing your hands. “Sinceramente, odio la idea de que alguien más que no sea yo pueda estar contigo”. (“I just honestly hate the thought of anyone else being with you who isn't me.”)

You leaned in, kissing him lovingly before moving to his neck. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. I’m all yours Pedri.”

A smile started forming on his lips. “You’re right, of course you are. It only matters that you and I know the truth no one else matters.”

“Exactly,” you murmured, kissing his lips again.

Fermín López

“We could always let our relationship go public to stop the rumors about you and Lamine,” Fermín suggested, frustration evident in his voice.

You looked at him in surprise. “You do remember you were the one who wanted to keep our relationship hidden from the public to protect us, right?”

He let out a breath, running a hand through his combed hair. “Lo sé, pero es duro ver a los fans pensar que tú y él son más adecuados el uno para el otro”. (“I know, but it’s hard seeing fans think you and him are better suited for each other.”)

You laid your head on his chest before speaking. “It’s just rumors. They don’t mean anything.”

Fermín pulled you closer into him, kissing the top of your head. “It’s just annoying. I always see those type of comments.”

You tilted your head up to see him, kissing his adam’s apple. “It doesn’t matter what the fans think. We’re the ones together.”

He nodded his head, sighing as he relaxed his head on top of yours. “You’re right Y/n. I’m sorry for getting so worked up over that.”

You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. As long as I’m with you.”

Héctor Fort

“Why do fans seem to think you’d be better with Pedri than you would be with me?” Héctor annoyingly grumbled, tossing his phone aside.

You looked up from the movie you had been watching. “Héctor they don’t know any better. The fans are just imagining things, they would think differently if they knew we were dating.”

He walked over and sat next to you, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I just want every person to know that you’re mine, not anybody else’s.”

You leaned against his shoulder, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “One day they all will. But for now, let’s enjoy our relationship as it is, okay?”

Héctor nodded, resting his head over yours to find comfort in your touch. "Bé. Em molesta tant veure comentaris com que m'irrita molt.” (“Okay. It just bothers me so much seeing comments like that it really irritates me.””

You moved off his shoulder, placing you hand on his defined jawline. “Just don’t let it get to you. Because nothing will change the fact that I’m your girlfriend Héctor.”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss you softly. “I won’t, not anymore.”

Lamine Yamal

"Of all the players, they think you'd go out with Fermín," Lamine muttered, scrolling through his phone.

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Fans will ship anyone with anyone. It doesn't mean anything, you should know that."

He looked at you, concern clear in his eyes. "Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying. They should know I’m your boyfriend."

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Maybe but at least we know that you are my incredible and loving boyfriend."

Lamine cracked a small smile, pulling you closer. "No puedo esperar hasta el día en que el mundo sepa que estamos juntos. Entonces, esto hará que dejemos de emparejarte con otras personas que no son tus novios.” (“I can’t wait till the day the world knows that we’re together. Then this will stop all the shipping you with other people who aren’t your boyfriend.")

You kissed his neck, feeling him relax. "Don’t let it get to you. Soon enough everyone will know, I promise Lamine."

He smiled, kissing you softly. "You better keep your promise"

Marc Guiu

"How am I supposed to ignore the fans shipping you with Gavi?" Marc exclaimed, frustration clear in his voice as he spoke.

You sighed, looking up from your phone. "It’s just rumors. They don’t know what they’re talking about half the time."

He looked at you, concern etched on his face. "Però em molesta molt. Sé que tu i en Gavi no esteu passant res, però només pensar-hi em molesta molt". ("But it really bothers me. I know that you and Gavi don’t have anything going on but just thinking about it annoys me so much.")

You walked over and wrapped your arms around his waist. "Exactly. So don’t worry about something that silly."

Marc sighed, pulling you closer. "I just hate seeing people think Gavi could do a better job at being your boyfriend than I can."

You kissed his neck, feeling his body starting to relax. "Don’t let it get to you. We know that you are the only boy for me."

"That you’re right about." He smirked, as he kissed your lips.

[planetpedri]

Can you write one about Pedri or Gavi or Fermin dating a singer and going to their concert just to find out that there’s a surprise song dedicated for them? <3 thank you!

We’ll be stars — Pedri , Gavi , Fermín.

Pairing: Pedri x Reader , Gavi x Reader , Fermín x Reader

Summary: In which , they go to one of your concerts and you surprise with a dedicating a song.

Disclaimer/s: This will be 3 separate parts but I couldn’t figure out whom to choose so i just did three different blurbs for it. I will put who the song is actually by next to their names so you can listen to them as well!

A/N: Hai hello hi thank you to enya bae who helped me with this!!

Pedri Gonzalez . . . Apple Pie — Lizzy McAlpine !

Watching from the VIP booth with your family and a fee friends, Pedri had a wide smile on his face, so wide that it was hurting. He loved to see you preform in front of crowds, it brought out a different side of you he rarely got to see.

You had just announced you were singing a surprise unreleased song, so Pedri had whipped out his phone ready to capture the moment.

“I wrote this while on vacation with my boyfriend, so this one is dedicated especially to him.” Your eyes scanned the crowd till you found the VIP box, landing on him with a smile.

When you began to sing though, his phone slowly slid back into his pocket. It was certainly a surprise song. The lyrics had his heart swelling three sizes, with every word he had clung onto, he felt his love for you grow. He was suddenly very ready for the concert to end, he was desperate to give you a hug, to kiss you, to hold you close, and most importantly, tell you just how much he loved you.

But me, oh, my / I found you under an April sky / And you feel like / City life, apple pie baked just right /Home is wherever you are tonight.

Pablo Gavi . . . Call me — Kali Uchis !

When you announced you were playing an unreleased song, he wasn’t expecting this. The lyrics held weight and meaning behind them, something you knew only he would understand. You two had gotten into a massive argument less than a week ago over him not opening up enough, and it wasn’t until now that he fully understood the depth of how you felt.

You're an ocean, got me flooded / Now my insides floating, got me gutted / No one do it quite like you / Got me sitting 'round writing haikus / If you feel lonely or abused / You know that all you gotta do is / Call me, you can call me / Boy, just call me.

Gavi’s jaw clenched, not out of annoyance, but because he was proud of you. You had a way of explaining the hard things through song, and he was going to make it his top priority to apologize after the concert. He promised himself in that moment, that he would do his best to open himself up to you.

Fermín Lopez . . . Close to you — Gracie Abrams !

You mic pressed to your lips as you spoke, explaining the meaning behind the song you were about to sing. “I wrote this before me and my boyfriend—who is here somewhere in the crowd, actually—had started dating. I swore it was one sided.. until it wasn’t.” And with that, the instrumental beginning began to play.

Fermín watched from his seat, an aching smile on his lips. He watched you with stars in his eyes as you preformed, his heart swarming with adoration and love.

I was so cool, but then, all of a sudden / You saw me look at you / I burn for you / And you don't even know my name / If you asked me to / I'd give up everything / to be close to you.

It wasn’t until much later on in the night, when the two of you were nestled in bed, that your friend had sent you a video. They’d caught Fermín on video reacting to your song, his mouth slightly parted as he watched you in awe. His eyes caught onto the girl who was recording and he covered his face when he realized it wasn’t just her, it was dozens upon dozens of people staring at him, smiling and giggling at his reaction.

Turning over in the bed, you show your boyfriend the video. His face flushes in embarrassment, stumbling over his words. You chuckle, shutting him up with a deep kiss. “You’re adorable.” You mumble against his lips.

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DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby @gadriezmannsgirl @unx100to !

[strawberryblue-blog]

Fermin lopez nsfw alphabet

A to Z. NSFW alphabet.

—Fermin López.

summary: request.

warnings: YES. +18. smut, explicit content, headcanon.

A - after care (what is it like after sex?)

Too sweet but very shy. His introverted personality doesn't allow him to show much of his caresses, he will definitely caress you but he would think it's annoying so he will only look at you until you look for him.

B - body part (favorite part of your body and his)

In itself is his eyes, he is a little insecure with himself but he knows what he has and he knows you love his eyes. He also knows that you love his smile and he starts to gain confidence. In you, Fermin loves everything. He loves every part of you, flaws and perfections. He is obsessed (in a good way) with you.

C - cum (anything about cumming)

He will probably use protection, as he is still very young and doesn't want anything out of the ordinary to happen. Although as you move forward with the relationship and use other methods of protection, he may stop using it.

D - dirty secret (some dirty secret).

Your boobs. Oh yeah. Maybe it's his darkest secret, the way they fit his hands when he fondles them, the way they rub his back when you hold him in bed. He loves them so much, he could live in them for days.

E - experience (experience in sex)

Not much. Maybe he has started experimenting with you and he likes that, that you both take your time and do things slowly and carefully.

F - favorite position (to fuck you)

Missionary, it's pretty traditional until you try other things. But he knows that in this position he can see you and give you affection and pleasure at the same time.

G - goofy (how serious is he during sex?)

He's pretty serious even if he's very embarrassing at times. He would never mess with something to tease you, let alone make you feel uncomfortable.

H - hair (how do he/you take care of his/your privacy?)

He's pretty careful in that sense, so clean-shaven for Fermin. Although he doesn't really care that much about it, not so much for him and not so much for you.

I - intimacy (what is it like during sex?)

He's super tender, likes to keep it soft and is a total romantic. There's not much to say, he's very careful with you and wants to make you feel good with his love.

J - jack off (masturbation, how much do he/you masturbate?)

Not so much since he has known you, he probably does it when he is away and bored or feels the need but doesn't really do it that often now.

K - kink (fetishes during sex)

I said before, your boobs are his biggest adoration. He likes to look at them, kiss them, suck them, touch them, squeeze them, even when it's not during sex.

L - location (places to have sex)

Safe and usual places. His house, yours, some hotel or cabin. Basic but comfortable and warm for you.

M - motivation (what excites him/you?)

He is very young, kisses turn him on little by little. Your kisses. So if you spend a lot of time kissing, it won't be long before his attention shifts and he'll quickly become aroused.

N - no (what wouldn't he do with you?)

Anything that might hurt you, upset you or make you, or even him, uncomfortable. He also wouldn't be willing to open up the relationship or share you with someone else for one night. Nothing like that.

O - oral (how does he like to give/receive?)

Although he is not very experienced, he prefers to give rather than receive. Even if you tell him yourself that his tongue is magic, Fermín will still be a bit shy and insecure but he wants to improve and learn, so he's up for anything.

P - pace (how do he like to do it?)

Smooth, too smooth. He goes very deep into you and super gentlemanly. He is not in a hurry and wants to love you, feel you and savor you.

Q - quickie (do he like quick sex?)

He's not a big fan but he understands that there are some occasions that have to be quick and first of all, he prefers to have you any way he can. Although as I said, he doesn't prefer them if you have other options.

R - risk (would he take risks? which ones?)

He is not a risk taker, he really wouldn't like to be caught or interrupted. It would be embarrassing and uncomfortable, so Fermin prefers not to take risks. For now.

S - stamina (how long does it last during sex?)

One round, maybe two depending on the mood. It's not for lack of stamina, but because his sessions are so careful, deep and slow that just once is enough for both of them to feel satisfied and happy.

T - toy (use toys)

He doesn't and wouldn't use them. He still doesn't really understand how it would help but he wouldn't refuse to use them if you want him to and explain it to him.

U - unfair (how much does he like to provoke you?)

He is not a person to provoke, or maybe just a little bit, maybe he does it but from the purest innocence in the world. Like you he usually plays or teases but his intentions are tender and playful.

V - volume (how loud is it during sex?)

It's a bit vocal but not too much, it's more of a loud gasp or grunt but it's not usually that loud.

W - wild card (small random story)

You felt your boyfriend's gaze on you a long time ago while you were cooking. Every time you turned to look at him, looking for an answer, Fermin just grinned like crazy and grimaced.

"What?" you asked when your eyes connected again.

"Nothing, you look so sexy in my clothes" he bit his lip making you blush. With lazy steps he walked up behind you and you felt his warmth take hold of you.

You shook with laughter turning around to hug his neck with your hands. His hands clasped your waist pulling you closer to him, then moved down your back and finally reached your ass, squeezing it to his liking. His body pressed against yours, his lips kissed the hollow of your neck slowly and sensually, making you shudder. A gasp escaped your lips as he kneaded your ass with one hand while the other cupped one of your breasts and squeezed it through his clothes. The perfect combination, just the way it warms you up.

"S-stop it, we won't have dinner if you keep this up" you complained stammering.

You were starting to feel aroused against his body, your wetness was starting to ache and your nipples were hard against Fermin's light blue hoodie that you loved so much.

"I want to eat you" he pleaded in his husky voice, continuing his trail of kisses.

A shiver ran down your back. Fermin knew how to make you nervous and excite you at the same time.

"First we'll have dinner" you indicated moving away from his body, but Fermin moved closer again like a magnet.

"We'll eat to recharge our energy and last all night, baby" he winked his conquest eye before kissing your forehead.

X - x-ray (how big is it and how?)

Average size, not too big and not too small. It's big enough for him and you but very veiny and docile.

Y - yearning (how long can desire last?)

Although he is a young man he does not have such a high sexual appetite, in fact it is medium to low. Not because of anything in particular, but because of his personality. Although he starts to crave you more and more every day.

Z - zzz (how is his sleep after sex?)

He is not so quick to fall asleep, in fact he might chat or just caress you for a while. Sometimes he doesn't say anything, you just lie there, one on top of the other as you catch your breath and smile nervously and in love.

[halfwayhearted]

hi ! i just want to say that i love ur work you're so talented and always get me in my feels <3 so...i wanted to request a fermin lopez x fem!singer reader who releases a love song or an album that's about him (kinda like beabadobee or taylor swift songs core) and he reacts to and its just fluffy tysm <33

Dance With Me — Fermín López.

Pairing: Fermín López x Singer!Reader

Summary: Even though he couldn’t be there with you to witness your new single drop, he still managed to be the first listener. He was caught by surprise, to say the least.

Word Count: 495+

Disclaimer/s — Fluff… this is also, like idk… but whatever

A/N: Dance With Me by Beabadoobee, please don’t play.

Fermín really disliked not being able to be there with you while you were about to release a song you worked hard on. It bothered him a lot.

Though you reassured him that it was fine and that you’d even send him the song before its scheduled release, he admitted that it helped him feel better about everything. So, here he was, sitting in his hotel room, phone in hand, waiting.

That’s when he felt his phone vibrate. It was you.

You: Here it is! Let me know when you realize 🤍

Quickly clicking on the audio button to start, he’s immediately greeted by the sound of your voice.

If you wanna dance, then dance with me.

The song is soft, and your voice is what makes his stomach do a billion flips all at once. While it plays, he slowly nods his head. The smile already present on his face widens when the next lyrics come, and he finally realizes that it’s about him.

Not that he didn’t already know in the first place; you told him you’d be doing so. It was the fact that it was based on when you guys had barely started talking, mixed with when you were the first to confess your feelings about him to him.

It’s pretty fast but this is what you do at parties, right? And I know it’s hard to tell, but I think I really like you.

Now he’s figured out what you meant by ‘let me know when you realize’. As the song comes to an end, Fermín doesn’t waste another minute and suddenly he’s calling you, phone up to his ear.

“Hey,” you greet. “I’m assuming you’ve listened?”

He nods, despite knowing that you obviously can’t see him. “Hi. Yeah. Yeah, I did. I loved it.”

He loved it, just like you knew he would. He hears the way you giggle and shuffle, then you speak, “I’m glad. Really, I’m happy to hear it. Do you remember what moment I was talking about?”

“How could I not?” Fermín grins boyishly. “It was the same day I asked you to be my girlfriend.”

Your eyes instantly narrow. “Not true! It was the day I asked if you wanted to be my boyfriend.” A pause. “Okay, I’m lying… but what I said basically led to you asking me to be your girlfriend.”

“That, I can admit. When I’m back in Barcelona, we can celebrate, yeah? Whatever you want.”

This was beautiful. “Whatever I want?” You echo.

“Whatever you want,” the man confirmed. “I’ll text you first thing tomorrow morning, okay?”

“Mhm! Sounds perfect. I love you, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, I love you.” And then the call ends. Setting his phone down on the bedside table, he gets into bed and lets out a sigh. He should really go to bed… early morning flight and all that.

He really, really should.

However, he doesn’t. What’s the harm in listening to your song a second time? Maybe even a third?

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @planetpedri + @spidybaby + @sakashq + @joaoflms ! ౨ৎ

[pedriscroquettes]

Can you do a thot where the reader is gavis gf and her, Gavi and Fermin have a threesome? ❤️❤️

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐒 – GAVI & FERMÍN LÓPEZ

warnings. heavy nsfw 18+ themes, ruining friendships, dom!gavi, & sub!fermín.

a/n. finally did one of these again and was very self indulgent writing it lmao.

• gavi and fermín were as thick as thieves always together never apart. except when it came to you. there was always a sudden silence and tension whenever you talked to the two of them.

• it was obvious they both liked you from the beginning but gavi always acted first. he always got what he wanted and the moment he saw you he needed you. he couldn’t lose you. losing was never an option to him.

• so, it wasn’t a surprise when gavi brought up the idea first. after all it was obvious fermín was dying for an opportunity with you. you noticed it too especially when you locked eyes with him while gavi left love bites on your neck during parties.

• you weren’t too opposed to the idea as fermín was definitely good looking but it took you a while to get on board with the concept because you didn’t want to lead him on.

• “nada más una vez.” gavi assured you it wouldn’t happen again. (just one time.) “no se…” you were still hesitant. (i don’t know…) “sabes que lo quieres.” he whispered into your ear as the two of you watched fermín train. (you know you want it.)

• ultimately it’s fermín’s biceps and the view he gives you while training shirtless that convince you. you know it’s a bad idea but the hot feeling forming in your body is too much. you need to cool off.

• gavi watches intently as you straddle fermín’s lap and he almost laughs at the way his teammate’s eyes go wide. but then you kiss fermín so gently and slowly and his jaw slacks. you’re so damn seductive.

• you haven’t even touched fermín yet and he’s already hard under you. it’s almost hard to ignore as you place kisses on his neck. you turn around and face your boyfriend who’s already looking intently at you. you look down and see your boyfriend is just as hard causing you to chuckle a bit before proceeding to suck on fermín’s skin.

• the dirty blonde gains a sudden edge of control when he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail bringing you into a dominant kiss as if to threaten to gavi. but your boyfriend only smirks not intimidated by his friend in any way.

• when your hand finally reaches into fermín’s shorts he can’t help the sinful groan that slips past his lips. your spit and his precum mix as you rub up and down on his shaft.

• gavi can’t take it anymore he needs some sort of pleasure that isn’t coming from his hand. you quickly find yourself on all fours as gavi stands in front of your face admiring you. his thumb brushes alongside your cheek and you can’t help but open your mouth allowing you to suck on his fingers.

• it’s fermín’s turn to watch now as you spit onto your hand and rub gavi’s member. his shorts seem to get tighter the longer he looks at the scene in front of him. your gags turn him on even more than he can believe.

• the three of you are sweating the hotness of the room almost suffocating you as you take gavi into your mouth. you’ve never gotten used to his size and always find yourself clawing at his knees as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat.

• finally as he releases inside you he grabs you by the jaw meeting you in a passionate kiss. he can still taste himself on your tongue. his chain swinging against your chest sending you shivers down your spine at the coldness of the material.

• fermín’s chain soon replaced gavi’s as the barcelona b player climbs on top of you. his brown eyes boring into yours letting you know how much he wants this.

• “a ella no le gustan los amables.” gavi smirks. (she doesn’t like nice guys.)

• fermín listens. he has you tugging on his hair and moaning loudly as he moves his tongue against your folds. he takes his time to rile you up making sure you’re wet enough for him. he also asks you if everything’s okay because despite everything he still cares for you in a romantical way.

• he grabs your face to force you to look at him as he slides inside you. the moment being too intimate for gavi’s pleasure but he doesn’t say anything he wants to see it play out.

• his thrust are erratic but paced. you can tell he wants to enjoy the moment while also giving you the pleasure you deserve. he leans in giving you small quick kisses which get interrupted by your moans and his groans.

• his pelvis and abdomen is full of marks from your nails. the sound of skin slapping against skin and your slick mixing with his precum fills the room and the air. somehow you make a mental note to clean your room tomorrow morning.

• when both you and gavi give him the green light he releases inside you panting as he reaches his high. although, he knows this won’t happen again he admires you and your body taking you in. he falls on your chest as he recovers from his high and your natural instinct is to run your hands through his hair.

• gavi doesn’t say anything but you can tell he’s pissed regretting his decision. he knows his best friend and he knows that this will only make him want you more. he can’t lose you. he won’t let fermín win.

[selyeji]

my girl

fermin lopez x reader

summary : a sweet beach date with fermin, that’s it.

warnings : none

the scorching sun heated the entire city of barcelona, creating a perfect day and temperature for a trip to the beach. you and fermin decided to take the time to use his free day to swim in the fresh cold water in the sea. fermin was still changing when you arrived to the shore.

once you dipped in your foot in the water, you felt the coldness due to the sudden contact. you swam deeper into the body of water until it reached on the middle of your chest. the temperature started to feel more lukewarm, your bare feet touched the rocks and sand below.

through the clear, blue-green water, you spotted a few corals and shells. you decided to go underneath the water, the waves splashing on your forehead during the process. you opened your eyes while holding your breath. finding a few shells, covered in pinkish and orange tints.

before grabbing a few more, you felt something snake around your waist. you immediately brought your head up, gasping for air. almost letting go of the pretty shells you collected. looking below you to find a pair of hands hugging around. you turn your head around to see fermin smiling, while you had an annoyed look on your face.

playfully smacking his head, refusing to look at his face while staring into the shells scattered across your hands. “ow… i didn’t do anything wrong…” he whined out behind you while peppering your shoulder with kisses.

“shut up creep.. randomly touching me. i’ll place a restraining order on you.” you said jokingly, still refusing to look at him with your chin raised and eyes closed.

fermin laughs and grabbed your jaw to start kissing your face. your cheeks squished together, your lips in a pout. you pushed him into water while it splashed into your face. you still kept laughing once he got up, the water droplets dripping all over his face, making his blond hair wet.

after an hour of swimming, you went back to the shore. drying up with a towel under the umbrella you set up. placing the shells you collected on a smaller fabric to dry. fermin was still in the water, enjoying his time relaxing.

you decided to buy drinks for the two of you, you grabbed your wallet and went over to the nearby bar open to the beach. 2 guys went up to you and started flirting.

“hey there… wondering if i could buy you a drink? alcohol maybe?” one of them asked. they were both young, around your age. maybe even younger.

“no thanks, im here with my boyfriend.” you said in a polite manner, not wanting to annoy them even more.

“well i don’t see him. c’mon it’ll be fun.” they both went closer to you. you couldn’t anger them, you couldn’t fight two people at once. they kept on persisting while you kept on denying.

one of them raised your hand to touch your shoulder, before he even could, you felt fermins presence behind you. snaking his muscular arms around you once again, kissing your forehead. this made the two boys leave you alone, intimidated with his presence.

he grabbed both of your drinks, “lets go back to our spot.” once you both sat down on the fabric, he cuddled on top of you, his drink long forgotten. his neck nuzzling on your stomach while you played with his semi-dry curls.

“what’s wrong fermin?” you smile, you knew he was jealous from what happened earlier. despite you didn’t want to entertain the two anyways. he didn’t sag anything but kept mumbling words you could never understand, only hearing “you’re my girl…” in a soft voice. he was always shy about confrontation but you didn’t mind.

you kept this position under the shade until you finished your drink. “fer finish your drink… i paid for that.” you complained to him, you chuckled at him when he groaned while getting off you.

the sun started to set and the both of you decided to go home. you placed your collection of shells in an empty paper cup, not having anywhere else to put. while walking back to fermins car, you place your bags in the backseat. sitting in the passenger with the paper cup in between your legs.

“what’re you gonna do with those?” fermin asked while driving back home. “gonna make a necklace, gotta buy a string though.” you responded back. resting your body on the seat, tired from the entire day spent.

daily click to help palestine

a/n : came up with this idea the same day i found about his gf, ended this with joão’s…