#fermin x y/n

[spidybaby]

We listen, we Don't Judge

Summary: You convince your boyfriend to do a tik tok with you.

Warnings: cursing.

Barca Boys x Influencer!reader

Pedri

"Okay, are you ready?" You ask, placing the phone against the table napking holder.

Pedri nods, checking his hair on the screen. "Vale, all I have to say is" He pauses, thinking what your explained to him. "Qué cosa era?"

You laugh at him. Explaining the game to him. "Didn't you get it?" You ask him, earing a nod from him.

You turn on your ring light that powers from your phone. Fixing the time on the tik tok and checking if you look presentable.

You turn to Pedri. laughing at his worried face. "If you don't want to, we don't have to." You say, grabbing his face and kissing his cheek.

"Is not that." He sighs. "Es que tu sabe' que el inglés no es lo mio" He makes a face. (You know that English is not my thing)

"We can do it in Spanish." You smile.

He smiles, happy that you offer him to make the video in Spanish just for him to feel comfortable. "Gracias, amor. But I think I can handle this."

You kiss his lips before turning to the phone. "Okay, in three, two, one." You say, pressing the record button.

"We listen, we don't judge" You both say.

Pedri looked at you and laughed. You smile and try not to laugh with him.

"Okay, after our first date, I actually Google you cause I thought your name was Ferran." You laugh.

Pedri's mouth formed a perfect "o" He tried to argue, but you stopped him.

"We listen." You say to him, pointing a finger. "Not judge."

"But how am I supposed to not judge you?" He asked, trying not to follow your laugh. "Ferran? Seriously."

"Okay, listen." You say to the camera. "Not that I was expecting Ferran, but in my defense, I didn't knew his number or name, so when they showed me your picture, I just went with the only name I remembered from Barca Boys."

"Ah vale vale, that makes sense." He says, understanding now. "Vale, mi turno. I lost the necklace you gave me in our first anniversary and blamed Fer."

It's your time to be surprised. You loved that necklace so much. "I-"

"We listen, we don't judge." He says, smiling.

You shake your head while chuckling. The way he's smiling at the camera like an innocent child.

"Remember the first time you cooked for me?" You ask him, smiling.

He nods, happy about the memory of that day. "Sip" He nods.

"Yes, I got super sick thanks to that and never told you." You say, covering your mouth.

"In that case, I feel the need to tell you that it was Ferran the one who helped me and cooked." Pedri says.

You two look at each other, bursting out laughing after a few seconds. You even had to pause the video because of how hard you two were laughing.

You wait a little bit until your laugh gets calmer. You look at Pedri, waiting for him to finish chuckling.

You began recording again. "Do you have any other thing to say?" You ask, looking at him with a smirk.

"I judged you."

Ferran

"Okay, so we are going to do the 'We listen, we don't judge', you have to tell me something that you never told me and I can't judge you." You explain to him, camera already recording.

"Entiendo," He says, nodding. "I pretend I don't see Roma's poop so you pick it up." He smiles.

You blink at him a few times. "Mother fuck-"

"I also-"

"Okay, wait." You say, covering his mouth with your hand. "My turn, Fer!" You laugh.

"Remember the Spiderman your sister gifted you a few years ago?" You ask, biting your nail.

He nods, not thinking bad about your words. He's trying to think of his next move.

"I was the one who gave it to roma." You whisper.

Ferran was ready to argue. That was his favorite toy and even when it's all fucked up by the teeth of his dog, he kept it.

"We listen, we don't judge." You say, smiling at the camera.

You are ignoring Ferran's eyes, but the way he's looking at you with his mouth open.

"Okay, we listen, we don't judge." He says.

He then humms, trying to think of something.

"Oh!" He says, smiling. "When I broke your mother's lamp and I blamed you for it while you were on the bathroom."

"I was grounded for a month." You say to him in a stern tone.

"Te quiero." He says, batting his eyelashes and kissing your temple.

"Te quiero más." You say back. "Okay. We listen, we don't judge." You roll your eyes.

He laughs at your half mad face. He finds your expressions very cute. Like he says, it's hard for him to take your mad expression serious, because it's too cute.

"I threw the shark sandals Pedri got you." You say. "I hated them."

"My sharks!" He shouts. "I thought I left them at the hotel."

You laugh like a villain in a movie. Watching him being sad about his shark sandals. The beloved gift pedri gave him.

"If we are playing like that." He says. "I use your expensive shampoo every time I'm here." He smiles in a cynical way.

"The one I saved up for?" You open your eyes as plates.

"I even double wash." He smirks. "We listen, we don't judge."

He grabs the phone, smiling at the camera and posing like he is taking a selfie. He feels the pride of "winning" the game with the information he just gave you.

"I'm selling your nudes on Twitter."

His hand goes down, and now the angle is the toilet and the shower instead of the two of you.

"Do I look good in them?"

"Ferran!"

Gavi

"Do we have to?" He whines.

"Just a few, Pablito." You say, making puppy eyes to him.

"Only three?" He asks.

"Five!"

"Four!"

You nod, sticking the phone in the mirror. You check the time and everything. You press record, Gavi has this pout that makes you giggle.

"Okay, ready?" You ask him.

He sighs. "We listen, we don't judge." You two say.

"Want to start?" You ask him, making him nod. "Go ahead."

"Joder," He rolls his eyes. "When I'm lazy and I don't feel like load the dishwasher, but I'm hungry and want a snack. I eat almost everything but a small peace so when you finish it, you'll have to load the dishwasher."

The way his now smirking, feeling a little less worried about the camera recording.

You chuckle. "Okay, that's not that bad."

"We listed, we don't judge." You say together.

"When I don't want to go out with my friends, I blame it on you being too clingy to let me go out." You smile.

Pablo lifts his head, eyes about to pop out from surprise.

"Y/n!" He says. "Joder, you told me that I was crazy for saying your friends kinda hate me."

"They don't." You caress his cheek. "Kinda don't."

"Ughh," He snort.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"Venga, when we play fifa, I change your lineup so I can win." He says, proud of himself. "And the best part is that you can't judge me! Ha!"

You open your mouth in a "o".

"We listen, we don't judge." He says, smiling.

"When you start to snore at night, I cover your mouth and nose, so you wake up and stop doing that."

He just shakes his head, laughing at you.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"Sometimes when you ask me to kiss you, and I kiss your cheeks and head. It's because I don't want you to leave me your gloss on the lips."

"I can fix that." You say.

"No, don't." He smiles. "I think you look amazing with that lip gloss." He winks.

You shake your head, blushing a little. "We listen and we don't judge."

"I sometimes annoy you because I love when you get mad."

"Can I judge?" He asks.

"No." You say.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I don't like how you hurry me in the mornings." He frowns. "I'm slow, let me be."

"Okay, next time they don't let you play cause you were late, don't tell me about it." You say in a sassy tone.

"You are like." He pauses, faking a sad voice. "Judging me."

Fermin

"Lista, bebé?" He asks, excited to do this trend with you for your tik tok.

"Okay, one, two, three." You count and start recording.

"We listen, we don't judge."

"When we cuddle, I like to be the little spoon because your hair tickles me." He says.

You find that cute and funny at the same time, chuckling and giving him a kiss.

"That's cute, I don't know."

"We listen and we don't judge."

"When I help you around and load the laundry. I once stained three of your shirts, and I threw them away because I was embarrassed."

"The ones I got in Ibiza?" He asks.

You nod, your cheeks kind of red.

"I won't judge." He says.

"We listen, we don't judge."

"I broke your favorite blush and blamed our dog." He says, trying to cover his mouth and hide his smirk.

"I knew it!" You point at him.

"We listen, we don't judge." He says, laughing.

"Oh my god!" You snort, rolling your eyes. "I don't like the way you cook my eggs." You confess, making a face.

"We listen, we don't judge." He says. "I don't like your famous spaghetti."

You gasped. That was the best thing, in your opinion, you have ever cooked.

"But I cooked that for our anniversary dinner." You say, worried face.

"I mean, it's not bad, but I don't love it."

"We listen, we don't judge."

"I once drove over a package you forgot at the garage and pretended it was never delivered." He says, a little scared about your reaction.

"Was that the Christmas decorations I fought UPS for?" You ask, not believing he did that to you.

"It was a mistake." He smiles like an innocent kid.

"We listen, we don't judge."

"I hit your car while I was out buying groceries for you. It was with a supermarket car." You whisper.

It's his turn to gasp. He tries his best not to judge you.

"We listen, we don-"

"Wait!" He says, thinking a little into your last confession. "You went out for groceries like two hours ago!"

"Oh, well." You say, cutting the video.

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl yellow!!!

[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

masterlist

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

[gavisfanta]

Heyyy bestie, can you make one from fermin?

Something where the reader and he haven't seen each other for months, if you want you can smut (if you feel comfortable, of course)

Reunited - Fermin

summary: Fermin comes home after a long time and you two are happy to see eachother again.

warnings: smut 18+

Life in Barcelona was hard when basically the heart of Barcelona was away.

Atleast for you, Fc Barcelona has always been an important part of your life.

The club has won over your heart when Messi played his first game. Your dad always went with you to watch the games when you were only 6 years old, ever since then you went to most of the games. Your father sometimes went with you but not as often as he did before.

The one night when you were out clubbing with some of your friends you met Barcelona's La Masia players.

Gavi and Fermin who hadn't made it to the first team yet. That between you and Fermin was predicted by Gavi.

Gavi saw the way Fermin looked at you dancing. Gavi still remembers exactly how it went.

"Talk to her." gavi mumbled towards his friend as he was staring at the girl in the tight black dress for over an hour now. Fermin turned his head ti look at the 16 year old Gavi who was annoyed with him.

"What?" Fermin asked a bit taken aback about Gavi's words.

"Oh come on, you're a creep, staring at her for over an hour without making a move. She'll love you, she looks fun. Ask her about her number of something, I don't know." gavi rolled his eyes while he suggested his Bestfriend to do something.

"What if she won't like me?" Fermin asked worried that he'll get rejected by the yet nameless girl who was talking to one of her friends.

"Ugh" gavi groaned while rolling his eyes. He gave Fermin a look before standing up.

"No Gavi- what are you doing-" Fermin stood up running behind his friend. Gavi walked over to you and tapped your shoulder.

"Yeah?" You asked while turning around after feeling the tap on your shoulder. You came face to face with a brown haired boy with fluffy hair.

"Hey, my friend here doesn't know where the backstage is, I heard you know and could show him?" Fermins eyes lit up with fear as he watched Gavi talk to you.

a small smile made its way to your face and you nodded your head. Gavi stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Of course." You stood up from the booth you were sitting at with your friends and looked at the shy blonde haired boy.

"Thank you so much." gavi gave you a wide smile and then you started walking while Fermin followed you.

"My name is Y/n, what's yours?" You asked while walking through the crowd of people with him by your side.

"Fermin, I'm sorry about my friend. It's just-" Fermin tried to say but you shook your head.

"No worries." You flashed him a smile again and Fermins breath paused. Suddenly everything around him was going in slowmotion as he lookrd at your sweet smile, your perfect black dress and your hair sitting perfectly. The blue and purple lights on your skin and reflecting in your eyes.

Thats when he knew that he fell in love with you.

Now barely one year of talking and two years of dating later here you were, sitting on your bed.

You were excited, sitting on the bed wearing your red lingerie, which was sitting just perfectly around your curves.

You felt your core getting hotter as you were imagining what kind of things Fermin will do to you.

He wasn't home for way too long because of the summer USA tour.

After like 4 weeks of sending nudes and texting and calling all night you finally could see him again, or even feel him again.

You put down your phone as you heard the door unlock, you sat up and leaned back a bit as the door swung open.

"Mi amor..." Fermins eyes immediately scanned your body and then he looked up to your eyes.

"Come here, let me hug you." he opened his arms and you couldn't help but smile too. You stood up and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his body and finally inhaling his scent again.

"God I missed you." Fermin kissed the top of your head before pulling you into a long and passionate kiss.

His hand slowly roaming down to your ass and he spanked it which made you moan into his mouth.

"Now let's get to my favorite part." He whispered into your ear after pulling away.

He immediately pushed you back onto the bed and crawled over you, looking down at your breasts.

"I missed you, so so much." He mumbled while diving into your neck, sucking at your sweet spot while you threw your head back.

"So, so, so bad." He mumbled and took off his shirt in a second. You traced your fingers down his abs and squeezed them slightly. He whimpered softly against your mouth and then you wrapped your legs around his torso.

Fermin then put down his full body weight on you and you used that to turn things around.

A shocked expression was seen on Fermins face as you were now sitting on top of him. Your face covered by a huge smile as you were looking down at him.

You then got off of him and sat down next to his body, he was stretched out on the bed so you took things into your own hand.

Bending forward, you pulled down his trousers with his boxershorts.

You leaned down and kissed the tip of his hard dick. Pre cum leaking and running down his whole lenght.

As you kept placing sweet kisses along his tip Fermin was being a bit inpatient.

He groaned as he took his dick into his hand.

"Suck me off princesa." Fermin smiled as he buckled his hips even more forward. Burying his cock inside of your throat.

The sudden contact of his tip with the back of your throat made you gag but ypu took him deeper inside of your mouth.

"Yeah, just like that." Fermin moaned as you began to swirl your tongue around his tip.

Then you took him out of your mouth and you swirled your hands around the part that wasn't in your mouth. Your tongue still licking around his tip.

"Yeah, just like that." He groaned again. He grabbed your hair and made it into a make shift ponytail.

After repeating the same process you felt his dick twitching inside of your mouth. Fermin who was barely able to keep his eyes open moaned loudly.

Just a few seconds later you felt his dick shoot 4 or five times inside of your mouth.

Fermin laid down on his elbows, looking as you swallowed his cum. However, after you swallowed you didn't stop. You kept massaging his dick with your hand while looking up at him.

That sent him into over sensitivity.

You smiled as you let go of his dick after he moaned again.

"Why did you stop." Fermin asked you, drops of sweat sitting on his forehead and his hair messed up.

"I want you inside of me." You climbed over him and pulled down your lingerie. You slid it down your body which left you fully exposed to Fermin now.

"I missed you." fermin mumbled as he kissed you, you gave him a small smile and then alined yourself with his dick.

"Fuck." you whimpered as you slid down fully on his dick.

Fermin threw his head back as he felt you again, your walls clenching around him, you holding him tight. He kept gripping your hips tighter until he was sure that hes gonna leave marks.

You started moving your body up and down, riding his dick in a slower pace than you usually did.

"Yeah, fuck." Fermin groaned and then you started to ride him faster, putting your hands flat on his chest for support.

He then started to buckle his hips up as he felt the warm knot form in his lower abdominal.

"Fermin-" You moaned as you felt yourself get slowly to your high.

"I know love." He mumbled and then lifted you up, he started to push himself up and kept thrusting into you from below.

You moan loudly at a point where you couldn't hold yourself up anymore.

"Come for me, come around my dick. You're doing so good." Fermin praised you to push you over the edge as he felt that you were close.

"Joder Fermin." You moaned and just a few seconds later you collapsed on top of him as you were riding out your high.

"Wait a second princesa." He whispered against your skin and as soon as you felt like your orgasm had calmed down a bit you sat up again.

Then you started circling your hips while he was still inside of you, Fermin gripped you with his fingers.

"I'm close, just one second." Fermin said and buckled his hips forward again.

You then changed your pace and you started going uo and down while gripping him, it made it more difficult to move up and down but you managed it.

Fermin groaned as he grabbed your breasts and pushed them together.

The next thing you felt was Fermins dick shooting strands of cum inside of you. You leaned forward and rested your forehead against his chest.

Fermin moaned at you leaning forward and that made you even tighter.

"Gosh you never disappoint." Fermin smile as he kissdd your forehead as you looked uo at him.

"I missed you amor." You kissed Fermin. softly, still affected by your orgasm.

"I missed you more."

[bad268]

Goal (Fermin Lopez X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/FCB

Requested: Day 26 of Writing Inktober prompts instead of drawing!

Warnings: none, watch this video for the inspo lol

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 530

As always, my requests are OPEN

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“I don't understand how I could be of any use to you to practice penalty kicks,” You chuckled as you stood between the goalposts on a random Wednesday when Fermin asked you to help him practice. Why none of his teammates were asked was a question beyond you because they were there too! Gavi, Pedri, and Hector were all there practicing together. They were mainly doing practice defensive moves, and Fermin was the only one who wanted to work on penalty kicks. You agreed to come on the premise of watching your hot boyfriend practice, but now you were working out with him. It wasn’t that much fun anymore. “Do I kick it away or catch it?”

“However you think you can keep it from hitting the net,” he laughed, but that didn’t help you at all. Being a goalie was never your position of choice, so you didn’t know the first thing about blocking. You mainly focused on other football players or, if your boyfriend was on the field, only him. Goalie was just never appealing to watch, in your opinion, so you hadn’t the first clue to block. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess,” You chuckled as you took a minute tp figure out a stance. You stopped in the middle of the post and nodded to Fermin, and he immediately kicked on toward you. It headed straight at you. You closed your eyes in fear, held your hands in front of you, and by coincidene, you caught the ball in your hands. You gasped, “I caught it!”

“You did great!” He encouraged, knowing he aimed it perfectly. It was all part of his plan because he needed to get you comfortable before he took some real shots. “Ready for another one?”

You both went back and forth for a while. You were able to block quiet a few of Fermine’s shots, and you started getting a little cocky. That’s when Fermine started taking real shots, and all was fine.

“MISS!” One of the boys shouted from behind Fermine as he went for the kick, and is originally aimed for the corner of the box hit the pole. That would have been fine if it didn’t bounce and hit you straight in the face. Then, you dramaically fell on the grass. “Oh, my bad!”

“I’m so sorry,” Fermin gasped as he tried his hardest on to laugh, but he was failing terribly as he ran over to you and laid his body on top of you. “I blame Gavi.”

“I also blame Gavi,” You fake cried as you peaked an eye open to look at Gavi who had also collapsed with laughter on the other side of the pitch. Pedri and Hector were also laughing, but they were making their way over to you guys to check if you were okay. “Tell him, his kneecaps are mine.”

“I’ll let you make a goal on me now if that’ll make you feel better,” Fermin offered as he pushed himself off of you and held a hand out to help you up.

“Bold of you to assume my aim is good enough to even make a goal.”

~~~~~

© BAD268 2024. DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION.

[emmylksblog]

Can u write some Marc guiu angst where him and the reader argue about him leaving Spain and Barcelona🥲

DON'T LEAVE ME // MARC GUIU

summary: you and marc get in a heated argument when you discover the news of his departure

content: angst, comfort

warnings: none

words: 1809 (clearly got inspired sorry)

a/n: i love happy endings, sorry if you wanted it to end with angst. what a shame i couldn’t express correctly how i really feel about him leaving 😭

Your day had started off poorly. You'd been stressed because of college assignments and the stress headache you had been dealing with all day had made it worse. To top it off, your back had been hurting because of your period, and even your favorite snack had tasted off.

The only thought that was keeping you going was the idea of going home to cuddle with your boyfriend after he finished his football training. You could already picture yourself curled up in his arms, comforted by his scent and the feeling of his embrace.

Finally, you finished your college assignments with the help of your friends and headed home quickly. You longed for a shower to wash off the day, wanting to look fresh for your boyfriend, who was sure to be hungry after his football training. You had about an hour before his training ended, which was just enough time to take a quick shower and order some takeout.

As you settle down to relax after your shower, you take out your phone to catch up on what's been happening today. But as you scroll through the news, you come across an absurd article: Marc Guiu is confirmed to be leaving Barça to join Chelsea. You feel a pang of worry in your chest. He hadn't mentioned anything about it to you. Was it true? Or just a rumor?

Just as you started to worry, the front door opened and Marc, your boyfriend, walked into the apartment. He looked exhausted from his football training but still smiled when he saw you. "Hey, babe," he said, walking over to you. "How was your day?"

He noticed the worried expression on your face, and his smile faltered. "Is everything alright?" he asked, sitting down next to you on the couch. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heartbeat. "Marc, I saw an article online today..." you begin, your voice shaky.

Marc looked at you, a quizzical expression on his face. "An article?" he repeated, his eyebrow arching in curiosity. "What kind of article?"

You hesitate, nervously chewing on your lip. "It was an article about you... leaving Barça and joining Chelsea," you say, looking at him anxiously waiting for his response.

Marc's expression changes instantly, and his face darkens. His voice was tight with annoyance. "And you believe it?"

You bristled at his tone, feeling your own irritation rising. "Well, it was a pretty convincing article," you retorted. "And it wouldn't be the first time a player decided to switch teams"

Marc bristles, clearly upset. "I can't believe you would trust some random article over me," he snaps. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to burden you with details of my contract negotiations. But I thought you trusted me enough to believe me when I said nothing was confirmed yet."

"Well, excuse me for being a little freaked out when I see an article saying my boyfriend is leaving the team he's been with his whole career without even telling me," You say, feeling your own anger rising. "Maybe if you had been honest and transparent from the start, I wouldn't be worried."

"I am being honest!" Marc snapped, his voice rising. "I just didn't want to worry you until things were set in stone. And they still aren't, by the way. So you're getting all worked up over nothing."

"Nothing?" you repeat, your voice rising as well. "How is it nothing when it's your entire future? And what about us? You're just going to uproot your whole life and move thousands of miles away without even discussing it with me first?"

"I just didn't think you would jump to conclusions and start freaking out over a rumor," Marc protested, but his irritation was clear.

"A rumor that I had to find out from some online article instead of the person I thought wouldn't keep these things from me," you snapped back. "Honestly Marc, I thought we were better than this."

"I just don't think I should share every little detail of my life with you immediately." Marc protested.

"Every little detail? Are you serious?" you say incredulously. "Moving to a new country isn't a little detail, it's a major life decision. And you have the nerve to act like I'm overreacting for wanting to know if my boyfriend is going to be halfway around the world next season."

"I didn't say you were overreacting," Marc replies, trying to keep his voice level. "But I do think you're being awfully dramatic about this whole situation. And besides, even if I was leaving, it's not like it would be the end of the world. Long distance relationships are a thing, you know."

"Long distance relationships suck, and you know it," you snap back. "They're stressful and difficult, and they require a lot of trust and communication to make it work. And clearly, we're struggling with the communication part right now."

"You know what?" you say, feeling a mix of exhaustion and irritation. "I'm tired of this. I have college tomorrow morning, and I need some rest. We'll talk more in the morning when we've both calmed down."

Marc looks at you for a moment, then suddenly says, "Maybe that's for the best. Maybe we should just break up. This isn't going to work out, and you clearly don't trust me."

"Excuse me?" you say, shocked and hurt by his sudden suggestion. "You think breaking up is the solution here? We're just going to throw away our entire relationship because of one argument?"

Marc looks away, his expression hard. "It's not just about this argument," he says. "It's about everything. You don't trust me, I don't trust you, and we can't even communicate properly without fighting. Maybe it's time we face the fact that this just isn't meant to be."

"So that's it?" you say, you voice shaking. "You're just giving up on us? Just like that?"

Despite the pain in your chest, you force yourself to take a deep breath and try to think rationally. You look at Marc and see the exhaustion and frustration etched on his face, and you can't help but feel your own anger fading into sadness.

"Marc," you say softly, your voice quieter now. "I don't want to break up with you. I really don't. I just..."

You sigh, trying to find the right words. "I guess I just feel like I'm always the last to know with you. Like you keep things from me, and it hurts."

Marc looks at you, his expression softening slightly, as he hears the earnestness in your voice. His shoulders sag as he sighs, his own anger seeming to diminish as well.

"I don't keep things from you intentionally," he says, his voice low. "I just thought I was protecting you from needless stress, especially with everything you have going on with school and everything."

Marc leans back on the couch, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm just so frustrated," he says, his voice tight. "Everything in my life is going wrong. I'm stressed about my contract, the team is struggling, and now I can't even hold it together with you."

He looks up at you, his eyes pained. "I didn't mean to mess things up with you too. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing by trying to keep you out of it."

"Oh, baby," you say gently, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "You're being too hard on yourself. You've been an amazing boyfriend, and you've been doing a great job of protecting me from everything else going on in your life."

You scoot closer to him on the couch and reach out to touch his face, gently stroking his cheek. "I didn't mean to add to your stress, and I'm sorry for overreacting."

Marc looks at you, his eyes softening as you touch his face. "No, I'm the one who's sorry."

He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin. "I never meant to hurt you," he says, his eyes searching your face. "You mean everything to me."

You feel your heart melt at his words, and a wave of emotion washes over you. You reach up to hold his hand against your face, feeling his warmth and the comfort of his touch.

"I know," you say softly.

"Promise to not leave me," you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Marc lets out a soft chuckle, the tension in his expression fading at your words. "Don't worry, I have no plans of leaving you," he says, squeezing your hand gently.

"We'll figure everything out tomorrow," he adds. "For now, let's just focus on us, okay?"

"And speaking of focusing on us," you say, grinning at him. "We should probably also focus on that takeout food I ordered before all of this. I'm starving."

Marc laughs, the tension broken as he leans forward to grab the take-out containers. "You're right," he says. "La comida va primero" ("Food first")

The two of you both laugh, the serious conversation shifting into something more lighthearted.

"We're so dramatic," you say, shaking your head with amusement. "We've been through worse than this."

You lean in and place a gentle kiss on his cheek, feeling the stubble on his face against your lips. "I love you," you say, your voice warm.

Marc grins at you, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I love you too," he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him.

As you lean against him, Marc kisses the side of your head, his lips brushing against your hair. "You know, you were really hot when you were angry earlier," he says, a teasing note in his voice.

You laugh and swat at him playfully, feeling a flush of embarrassment at his words. "Shut up," you say, trying to sound indignant but unable to hold back a smile.

He laughs and pulls you closer, his hand rubbing circles on your back. "I'm serious," he says. "You're sexy when you're fired up like that. Even if it's at me."

Marc grins as you nuzzle your nose against his, clearly enjoying the playful moment. "Vale, me callo" ("Fine, I'll shut up") he says, but there's still a glint of teasing in his eyes.

He pulls you closer, wrapping both arms around you now.

You push aside the nagging thoughts about Marc's possible move and focus on the present, determined to enjoy the time you have with him now. You sink even deeper into his embrace, resting your head on his shoulder.

For the rest of the night, the worry and stress of the earlier argument fades into the background, and you hold onto Marc's promise that everything will be okay.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Hey, hope you’re good. For the Barcelona football player povs, could you maybe do one about the moment he realised he was in love with you, thanks :)

FALLING IN LOVE

—FC BARCELONA.

summary: How would boys react when they realize they are in love?

words: +1.5k

warnings: none. cute, soft.

song recommendation:

Pedri González.

You were probably one of his first loves. Maybe he once loved someone but not like he does you. He really wanted to take things slowly but after not being able to hide his feelings, he would accept that he is completely in love with you.

Although he still doesn't know whether to tell you, he trusts you and knows that you would never hurt him, but he will wait for you to tell him so as not to influence your decision.

But he is very in love and you will see how he begins to have different attitudes towards you, his hands look for yours all the time, his eyes do not stop looking at you, his voice changes when he talks to you.

Ferran Torres.

You just got out of a relationship and didn't think you could fall in love again so quickly. But Ferran will not hesitate to tell you that her feelings have changed and now he sees you differently.

He really loves you, like you are the right person for him, he likes you with all your strengths and weaknesses. The way you laugh, when you seek his warmth, when he embarrasses you at his compliments.

He really admires and is proud to be able to say that he loves you. Because for him you are an honest, loving and kind person. So how not to fall in love with you?

Joao Felix.

Like Ferran, Joao also just broke up from a somewhat complicated relationship and although he thought he would not fall in love again for a long time, you arrived to ruin his plans (in a good way).

It was inevitable for him to think that you were a great woman, with clear values, principles and objectives. A woman who knows she wants him and loves that.

Compared to his previous relationships, this time Joao feels that it is real. That you understand and complement each other, that you don't need to tell the world about yourself but that you love and support each other.

Pablo Gavi.

For Gavi, loving you is something new in his life. Maybe she has had the odd romance but none like yours. He is completely lost in you.

Like a youthful romance and one of those that will last a lifetime. Gavi admires you, supports you and loves you no matter what. Willing to learn from you and everything that loving you entails.

He's a gentleman, he likes to be affectionate with you, tell you cheesy things, take you to cute places. He will show you to the world, because he loves you and he wants everyone to know it.

Fermín Lopez.

You have known each other since you were little and how could you not fall in love with such a man? He is everything to you.

Fermín is the person that everyone wants by their side, affectionate, kind, careful and respectful. And he loves you unconditionally. He has loved you forever, since you used to play in the gardens of his house.

I always accepted his feelings for you and he was always direct because he knows what he wants and that's you. So he's an old romantic and will treat you like the queen you are.

Marc Guiu.

Maybe at first he tries to hide his feelings, we all know that he likes to seem like a tough man but deep down he is not.

He is completely in love with you and he won't be able to hide it for long. Because he loves it when you laugh, when you get close to him, when You are free and fun.

He likes it when you care about him and take care of him, it makes him want to love you more than he should. So he will confess and he won't let you go, he is determined to have you in his life and he knows that you want it too.

Héctor Fort.

You are the first girl he has liked since he can remember and it will be a little shy and embarrassing for Hector. He doesn't know how to tell you, act, or approach you.

He will probably feel a little insecure at first but he will gain confidence when you are the one who approaches him and shows him that you are also interested.

Everything will be like the first time with him, loving each other, understanding each other, taking care of each other, but it will be so magical because Héctor is simply in love with you in every way.

[cherrynflowergarden]

hii! could you do hector fort bf head canons please? 😇

bf héctor headcanons || héctor fort

an; tysm for the request i hope you're happy w it:) i wrote this during my college hours hehe WE'RE LIKE 4 PPL AWAY FROM 500 OMG ILYSM the arda güler works i was writing hehe yeah i dislike them im gonna turn one into smau and let's see what i do w the other one im going to write for logan and carlos next 😠🎀

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bf!héctor who despite looking so imitating is the sweetest boyfriend ever.

bf!héctor who calls you mi vida because you are his life.

bf!héctor who smiles so wide around you.

bf!héctor who acts nonchalant but not second someone mentions you all that act is down the drain.

bf!héctor who knows the sidewalk rule. he always walks on the side near the road. subconsciously, he does this with his friends too, since he's so used to it.

bf!héctor who finally gives in to your pleas and does tiktok challenges with you.

bf!héctor who loves being your passanger princess.

bf!héctor who lets you tie a bow around his bicep.

bf!héctor who loves gossiping with you.

bf!héctor who will attack you with kisses randomly.

bf!héctor who is the ultimate scary dog privilege. one wrong look at his girl and he's scaring the daylights of the person with his glare.

bf!héctor who is a cuddler. he needs your cuddles all the time.

bf!héctor who sends random pictures with the caption "this reminded me of you:)" to you almost everytime he's out.

bf!héctor who loves going for grocery shopping with you. something about it feels so domestic.

bf!héctor who tries to make breakfast in bed for you but ultimately fails. the loud clinking of the utensils definitely woke you up.

bf!héctor who talks to his mom about you.

bf!héctor who 'hates' when his mom tells you about his embarrassing moments and shows you his baby pictures. (no he doesn't he loves that his mother loves you enough to share all these with you)

bf!héctor who lets you colour his tattoos.

bf!héctor who gets matching tattoos with you. (if you don't want tattoos then he gets one dedicated to you.)

bf!héctor who loves when you steal his clothes.

bf!héctor who gets all shy when you call him by a pet name. (he was super shy and blushy the first time you called him a pet name)

bf!héctor who wears your scrunchie as a bracelet. he does this to one, let everyone know he's happily taken and two, for the time when you need tie your hair.

bf!héctor who needs your attention 24/7.

bf!héctor who playfully bites your nose.

bf!héctor who will flex his muscles randomly to get a reaction out of you.

bf!héctor who pretends to hate it when his friends tease him with your name.

bf!héctor who loves when you give him back and head scratches. no one but you is allowed to touch his hair.

bf!héctor who carries you on his back when you're tired.

bf!héctor who gets everything in your wishlist. he loves to spoil you.

bf!héctor who appreciates thoughtful and handmade gifts. he loves when you gift him a handmade bouquet. since he doesn't have much free time, he prefers to gift you small easy crafts.

bf!héctor who parades around with your lip stain on his cheek.

bf!héctor who loves neck kisses.

[sports-on-sundays]

Ahhh okay okay okay so inspired by Fermin having a gf now ( sad hours ) but anyway !! What if y/n has feeling for Fermin and she gets the courage to tell him about her feelings buuut she finds out that he has a gf and she starts to move on with Charles or Arthur 🤭 and Fermin finds out about her feelings but it’s already to late !

too late / Arthur Leclerc

Summary: Arthur x female!reader - When you find out your crush has a girlfriend, you start to move onto someone else. But when you're old crush, Fermín, finds out you once had feelings for him, though he's not sure anything would have changed, he still, for some reason, wished he would have known.

Warnings: a bit of anxiety/nervous energy, vertigo, swear

Requested?: Yes.

You sit on a bench outside a cute little coffee shop, listening as the person talking to you on the other side of the phone finishes, "...so yeah, anyways, it's super cool I got to meet you!"

"Yeah," you smile broadly. "You'll have to introduce me to your brother, too."

"Oh, of course. You know, I think we could be fri-"

"Oh, one second! Looks like my friend is here! Sorry, I got to go!" you respond quickly, your face lighting up to see none other than Fermín López sauntering down the street towards you, the biggest, cutest smile radiating off his handsome face.

"Oh, right, sorry- Nice talking to you!" the man on the phone says quickly with a little laugh.

And you hang up on Arthur Leclerc, popping up off the park bench to meet Fermín, slipping your cellphone into your gold purse. You beam at Fermín, exclaiming, "Hey! Ready to get some coffee?"

"Sure..." he says, a slight hint of confusion in his voice, perhaps at your overly energetic excitement this morning.

Well, that's because he has no idea what you're planning on doing this morning. Naturally.

"Well, you seem like you're in a good mood," the Spanish man says with a little smile, holding the door for you.

"I am! Actually, I'm in a great mood!" you exclaim, beaming.

"Right," he chuckles, eyes sparkling a bit.

Just as you order the coffee, rethinking for the one hundredth time what you're about to do, butterflies well up in your chest, so that the moment you're sitting across from him at the coffee table, you immediately say excitedly, "So, uh, Fermín! I've got... uhm, kind of, I guess, to admit, but also to ask you..."

He smiles a bit, nodding. "Is this why you seem to have all this nervous pent-up energy this morning? Sure, you can tell me anything."

You gulp, your high emotions very suddenly sinking at the thought that Fermín is exactly right.

You're only feeling this nervous because you're a nervous wreck, Y/n! your brain snaps at yourself.

All the sudden, you deflate like a short-lived balloon, releasing a long sigh as your hands immediately reach for a napkin to absently begin anxiously curling. "Um... yeah, so..."

Come on, Y/n. Just say it. A few moments ago, you were so excited...!

You sigh shakily before suddenly blurting, looking up to meet the 21-year-old's brown eyes, "Fermín, I guess I just wanted to say I like you. You're cute, and I... I've kind of had feelings for you for a while now, so..." you falter, feeling so embarrassed and warm, before pushing out the rest: "So, would you like to, like, date me or something? Like, do you feel the same way, I guess?"

"Oh, uhm-" Fermín begins, biting his lip. "Well, uh, thank you so much, Y/n, but..." he trails off as your heart begins to sink in dread.

You feel all the blood rush from your head, feeling a little dizzy. "But what?" you manage.

"But, well..." he smiles nervously, before finishing carefully, "Y/n, I guess you didn't hear, but I have a girlfriend now..."

Immediately, you feel a terrible, crushing, embarrassing shame crash over you, and you lean back, your hands shaking. "Oh- I-" you begin, but decide nothing you're going to say is going to make this situation better for either of you.

So you get up and run out of the coffee shop, leaving your nearly full coffee across the table from Fermín, to get cold and eventually be dumped down the sink.

For the next week, you kind of go into a state of depressed hermitage, out of the pure embarrassment and heartbreak of the single guy who you've been crushing on for over a year getting a girlfriend right before you decide to admit your emotions, basically making you feel like absolute crap. And making you look like a total fool.

You sigh, getting home from work one day and flopping on your couch, about to put on some stupid mindless television show to redirect your thoughts, when suddenly your phone begins ringing on the coffee table. You sigh and pick it up, and just stare at the screen for a few seconds when you see it's none other than Arthur Leclerc.

About a week before the incident with Fermín, so about two weeks ago now, you had the experience of your life, getting to go to a Formula 1 Grand Prix. You happened to, by sheer luck, to run into Arthur Leclerc, who was immediately extremely friendly and seemed to take a specific liking to you. You had a good conversation together, before he said he had to get going, but quickly wrote down his phone number for you, telling you to stay in touch, because he'd love to get to know you more.

So here you are, a heartbroken mess about Fermín López, staring at your phone as Arthur Leclerc tries to call you.

What's up with me and all these famous athlete sports boys?

You sigh, and though you really don't want to- in fact, it's kind of the last thing you feel like doing right now- you answer the call and press the phone to your ear, saying tentatively, "Hello...?"

"Hey, Y/n!" comes the cheery accented voice of the Monégasque. "Just calling, seeing how you're doing, and what you're up to!"

"Oh..." you sigh, not really sure what to say.

But Arthur immediately picks up on your lack of excitement. "Is something wrong?"

You're silent for a few moments, before figuring, Ah, what the heck? Might as well just tell him. The Leclerc's seem like they could be a relatively emotionally intelligent family, anyway, and saying simply, "Well, I haven't been doing so great, because a guy I really have been liking for a while kind of... rejected me. You see, he has a girlfriend, and I didn't know that..." You're still not sure why you're telling Arthur this, but regardless, it feels good to.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry about that... That sucks... Well..." He's silent for a few seconds, before continuing, "Maybe I have some news that might cheer you up?"

"What?" you ask, not quite sure if anything could cheer you up about Fermín, until you finally just get over him yourself.

But then, just like that, Arthur Leclerc drops, "Would you like to come to the Monaco Grand Prix? I'll be there, and you said you wanted to meet my brother!"

You sit, stunned silent for a few seconds, before finally the rational side of your brain wins over and you say, "Oh, Arthur, I'd love to, but I just don't think I'll be able to. I live in Barcelona; that's not exactly a stroll away from Monte Carlo. And besides that, travelling, food, ticket, and lodging expenses would be through the roof. I'm so incredibly sorry to say this, but I just don't think something like that can work."

"Well, I do think it can work," Arthur suddenly chimes.

You sit in confused silence for a few more seconds, before saying, kind of annoyed at the rich Monaco-dweller, "How can you even say that?"

"Because," he begins, and somehow you can just tell he's smirking, "It's a short flight, and I can pay for your plane ticket, as well as your race ticket, paddock pass, you know, the works. And as for food and lodging, you can stay with me, of course!"

You sit, gaping and completely stunned silent this time, so much so that Arthur has to ask, "Uh... Are you still there, Y/n?"

"I- Y- Yeah, I am... I'm here... I just... Arthur-! Why on earth would you do all that for me?! We only met once! We're basically strangers! This is, like, our fourth conversation ever! You're crazy!"

"Call me crazy, but I've taken a liking to you, I guess. And you're pretty, and have got a heart of gold, and I think it would be cool to make a dream of yours come true. Or- a couple of your dreams come true, even. If that's okay with you!"

"What do you mean, if it's okay with me? Of course it's okay with me, but- it's just-"

"Alright, good, then! It's okay with you! I'll arrange everything for you, then, and I'll see you for the Monaco Grand Prix weekend?"

"I- I mean, I-"

"I'll see you then; au revoir!"

You sit on your couch, slowly taking the phone down away from your ear, just staring at it, your mouth still slightly hanging open, sort of frozen from whatever just happened.

What did just happen?!

"Hey!" Arthur Leclerc beams, swiftly walking up to you and taking your bags straight out of your hands, before teasing, "What, do you never fly? You look thoroughly lost!" He laughs a little.

"No, no," you laugh, snapping out of it, beaming to see the Monégasque man in front of you. "Just... yeah, anyways, great to see you again! And I still can't thank you enough for everything you're doing for m-"

"Oh, just wait to say one big 'thank you' at the end of the weekend, and let yourself enjoy the moment now. Come on, let's get to my house to drop off your stuff, and then, I'll bring you to dinner with my family."

"Wait, sorry, what?!" you ask in shock, following after him. "Did you just say dinner with your family?!"

"Yes, I sure did!" the 23-year-old beams as you catch up to him. "Just you wait and see- you'll love them!"

"This still doesn't feel right... We hardly know each other, and you're bringing me to meet your family?"

"Yeah, of course," Arthur says as he gets out of his car and comes around to open the door for you, before finishing, "I mean, Alexandra is going to be there!"

"Isn't she Charles's girlfriend," you deadpan.

"M-hm," Arthur responds with a little smile. "But it doesn't matter. Besides, if we get to know each other more, maybe one day you will be my girlfriend."

You stop walking up to the house and just stand there, gaping at him. "You're- You're so forward, my God!"

"What?" the older individual teases. "You don't like that?"

"I mean- I don't know- I guess I just wasn't expecting that..."

"Oh," he grins. "Well, it's funny when you gape at me like that. Either way, so far at least, you sure seem like my type." He grabs your wrist and says, pulling you toward the house, "Anyways, on we go!"

"Right..." you breathe, your head swirling from those words said by him.

Dinner is great with Arthur's family, and it's a dream come true to meet the Charles Leclerc (you're a huge fan), but it doesn't, surprisingly enough, get interesting until you make it make to Arthur's home, when he says, upon seeing you yawn, "Want to come to my room, and we can go to bed? I'm sleepy myself; it's been a long day for me, too."

You blink at him hesitantly, saying, "You're saying this in a way suggesting we're both sleeping in your room."

He's silent for a few seconds, before he nervously smiles and says, "Yeah... if that's okay with you."

You stare at him before a few seconds, before saying tentatively, "Okay... I guess."

So later, though you would've never, ever imagined this happening a week ago, you're all in your comfy pajamas, crawling into bed next to none other than Arthur Leclerc.

"You don't think this is... wrong, or anything?" you venture as you lay down.

He snorts, putting his arm around you. "No. Why would it be? We're just cuddling."

"Exactly!"

"And I want to get to know you more. So what's on your mind?"

You sigh. "What's on my mind is that it feels weird to be cuddling with someone the fifth time I've met them."

Suddenly Arthur has a cheeky smile on his face as he jokes, "Have you ever heard of one-night-stands? It means on the first time people meet-"

"Arthur!" you groan, rolling your eyes in slight amusement.

He just pats your shoulder, before a moment of silence follows, that for some reason doesn't feel awkward at all, though you would expect it to.

No, not at all. It's almost comfortable. Nearly comforting.

And when Arthur finally does start talking again, it's nice. He starts a conversation, and now, all the sudden, you feel willing to engage in it with him.

As the night goes further on, your voices become even more hushed, until, after hours of just laying and chatting together, Arthur's arm around you and rubbing your shoulder gently, when he's gently whispering, mid-sentence, you begin to doze.

There's a few seconds of silence from Arthur, until he whispers, "You asleep, Y/n?"

When he gets no response but your gentle, warm, steady breathing, he smiles and cuddles in closer, before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off into peaceful slumber as well.

For the rest of the whole weekend, you have a blast with Arthur in Monaco, every minute spent with him becoming more and more enjoyable. All you can think is that he may have been onto something with all his cuddling and silly flirting.

And now you stand in the Ferrari garage, your whole face lit up, adrenaline pumping through your body as you watch Charles Leclerc cross the finish line before any other driver.

In Monaco.

You feel Arthur's strong arm throw itself around your shoulders, pulling you to his side as he says near your ear, "Oh my God, Y/n... Charles won..."

You laugh a bit before looking up to meet Arthur's sparkling eyes. He's got a huge grin on his face, pure joy radiating off his being, and you squint, seeing a wet glistening on his cheeks, before suddenly realising and exclaiming, "Are you crying?!"

He grins even wider, if that's even possible, and says, his eyes searching yours and finding whatever they were looking for, "Yeah, and so what?"

You breathe shakily and suddenly, though you would've never pictured yourself doing this ever, throw your arms around Arthur Leclerc in a tight embrace. "I'm so happy for you!" you squeal, pressing your cheek into his chest.

"You should be happy for Charles!" he beams, laughing, snatching your hand. "And, anyways, let's go meet him by the finish line and watch him lift his trophy!" And just like that, the two of you are off running to see the 2024 Monaco Grand Prix race winner.

At the beginning of the weekend, you barely knew Arthur Leclerc. He was a nice guy who had shown a bit of interest in you who just so happened to be a rich racer boy from Monaco with a heart of gold. But by the end of the weekend, it almost feels natural to hug him, or pat his shoulder, or hold his hand.

Before the Monaco Grand Prix weekend, your heart and head still ached and pounded every single living moment, second of your time, reminding you of the loss and the jealousy you were feeling concerning Fermín López. Now, it all feels washed away with the affection and friendship that's been shown to you by Arthur Leclerc.

All of the sudden, you don't feel a desperation for Fermín anymore. You're content with having Arthur's contact in your phone, and knowing he's just as interested in you as you are in him.

It feels good when emotions are mutual.

So going back to Barcelona, it's different than when you left for Monaco.

There's a warmth in your chest and an excitement for what's to come, rather than the cold dread and regret you felt in such unbearable amounts when you left.

For days, you can't get Arthur out of your spinning head, and all the things about him you accidentally fell in love with.

But with Fermín, I never really did have a chance... But Arthur? Arthur started this whole thing. Clearly, he likes me.

And just as you're laying in bed in the morning, grinning about that instead of getting up to get dressed, your phone buzzes on your nightstand. You look over and snatch it up, excited that it may be a message from Arthur, but just stare when you open your phone and see it is instead from Fermín.

You don't know how to feel.

You quickly look to see what he's texted you.

Fermín: Hey I saw from your socials you went to the Monaco grand prix. I hope it was fun. want to meet up sometime?

You sigh, staring at that. Before, without a shadow of a doubt, no hesitation, you would have immediately said 'yes,' and been thoroughly excited about it.

But now, something has changed.

You sigh and decide, sort of on a whim, to just call him, instead.

He pick ups after only a few rings with, "Hello?"

"Hi, Fermín... What's up?"

"I'd like to know what's up with you! You went to the Monaco Grand Prix! How was it? Who'd you go with?"

"Oh," you smile a little. "Actually, I went with Charles Leclerc's little brother, Arthur Leclerc. I got to meet Charles and a bunch of the other drivers, but Arthur is famous in his own right, too."

"Oh, wow... Well, cool! So have you known Arthur Leclerc for a while, or...?"

You chuckle. "Actually, no. But he had a great time. I really like him, to be honest. He's really sweet; his whole family is."

"Ah..." Fermín says, kind of trailing off, before picking up and saying, "Oh, I looked up Arthur's Instagram. They're from Monaco, right?"

"Yeah, and Charles won! It was awesome!"

"Oh..." More silence, before Fermín finally says, "There's a picture of you and him on one of his posts... Are you guys dating or something?"

"Huh? No, why?"

"He's kissing your cheek in the picture."

You immediately blush and groan, "Arthur! Why did he post that one?!" You sigh. "No, we're not dating, but we both like each other a lot."

"Oh. You do?"

"Yeah, he's really super sweet. I'm so glad I met him; we really just clicked right away..."

"Oh... that's good to hear..." Fermín responds, not exactly feeling it was, for some reason.

After he gets off the phone with you, as he drives to training, he's deep in thought.

He knows you liked him, and probably did for a while. And asked him on a date soon after he started dating his girlfriend. But there was something about knowing you liked him, and knowing you're so sweet, that...

Perhaps a small little idea in the back of his head said, Well if this doesn't work out, I always know Y/n will be there.

And besides that, he's always valued your friendship so much. It feels weird to hear you moved on so fast to this race car driver dude.

As Fermín pulls into the parking lot, all he can think is a grave, I wish I would've known. I don't know if it would've changed anything, but either way, it's too late now...

[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 

[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."

[spidybaby]

can you do a Ferran the type? please 🥺❤️

Ferran The Type

Summary: A compilation of the type of boyfriend I think Ferran would be ✨️

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: @11fer here's your credits 🤨

He's the type to give you random gifts when he's away during a game, always saying <just because>

"Hey, are you already on your way to uni?" He asks.

"I mean, I'm almost out the door. Why?"

"Oh, nothing." He giggles. "Just wondering."

You frown at his giggles. "Okay, weirdo." You laugh. "How was the flight? Did you eat anything?"

"I shared a sandwich with Pedri."

"Of course you did." You roll your eyes while smiling. There's no day this man wouldn't do anything with his work wife named Pedri. "Was it good?"

"Meh."

You talk with him while you check your bag one last time. You grab your house and car keys. He hears your front door and your car door closing.

"Hey, do me a favor."

"Dime, amor." You say, switching to the car speakers so you can place everything you have in the seat next to you without having to have your phone in hand.

"Check the backseat for me."

"What?" You ask, confused at his request.

You turn, finding the cutest basquet. It has your favorite snack, the lip kit you mentioned you were thinking of buying, a small plushy, and some jewelry goodies.

"Ferran, why?"

He sighs, "Just because." He says.

He's the type to come up with a special sign for a goal celebration.

"If I score, it will be yours." He smiles at you.

You were laying next to him. Talking about what the next game would be like, how he feels and all that.

"I'll hold you to that word." You chuckle.

The silence fell in the room. You are enjoying the peace of just the two of you. While he was thinking about the goal.

When sira and him were together, he did the "s" for her. It was their thing. Not like it was a unique thing. Any footballer that has a girlfriend or partner chose that celebration.

But he didn't want to do the same. First it was basic, not that what he did for sira was basic, but the celebration was... is still.

He thought about doing something else, but how would you know that is meant for you?

"We don't have a celebration." He says, interrupting the silence.

You open your eyes, turning your head to the side. You find his worried eyes.

"We don't have what?"

"A goal celebration for us."

You don't find what the big deal is. He can literally stick his tongue out and you'll he proud either way.

"Well, what about my initial."

"No." He shakes his head. "We need something unique, something ours."

You move your hand to where his cheek is. "Then let's think of one." You say.

You spend the rest of the night preparing your special celebration. He wanted it to be perfect. To be yours truly.

He's possessive so he would give you each kit the team has during the season with his name on the back.

"And this is from the second half against Real Betis." He says, giving you the recently washed jersey.

You look at him and then at the already full drawer of his jerseys. The number of jerseys you have is growing with every game he plays.

You tried to lower the number by donating some of the jerseys to a foundation that used them to get founds.

You obviously told Ferran, who signed the jerseys before giving them back to you.

Then he was injured, so there were no jerseys that needed to be placed in the drawer. No accumulation.

When he got back, it began again. He took the jersey home, washed it and then handed it to you.

And it was the same ritual, he would visit you the night before a game, he would pick a random jersey and then you would use it.

"How do you know it's from that game?" You ask curious. "It looks like any other jersey it's there."

He gives you this excuse of why he would know that the jersey you are now holding is from that specific game.

"I have a Pedri jersey." You say, moving to grab the jersey. "He gave it to me to take to the foundation, and I forgot it here." You explain.

He shakes his head, grabbing the jersey from your hands and throwing it to the small trash can you have in your room.

"Ferran!" You say, getting up and trying to move to save the jersey.

Your actions were interrupted by him pulling you by your hand and making you hit his chest. He then grabs his jersey, moving your arms up and pulling the jersey through your head.

You are confused at everything. "What are you doing?" You ask, moving the hair from your face. "Are you crazy?" You ask, looking at him with a frown.

He grabs your face, kissing your lips. His big hands are locking you in place, one on your waist and the other one in the back of your head.

The air was running low for you. He could go for ages, being a footballer has its benefits.

You push him lightly. He then moves his lips to your cheeks and chin, kissing it sweetly.

"Ferran, stop." You say. "What is going on?" You chuckle.

"You don't need any other player's name on your back." He says, grabbing your chin and making you lock eyes with him. "Only mine." He smiles, pecking your lips.

When he's drunk, specially in the club, at a party. Hes very clingy and is all over you.

"I want one last shot." Ferran says, placing his face on your shoulder. "Maybe vodka."

You can barely understand him. He has the drunk accent that was making you laugh.

"No, amor." You shake your head. "No more shots." You pout.

He pouts too, hugging your waist and moving his head a little more upwards, being able to kiss your neck and jawline.

"The last one." He begs. "Por favor."

You shake your head again, moving your arms to hug him. "You are drunk, baby." You remind him. "Let's take it easy."

He pouts again, burrying his face in your neck. You smile at the very clingy and baby attitude he's putting.

You keep the conversation with your friend, who's smirking at how funny Ferran looks. They all were used to him being like that as soon as he gets to a tipsy state.

It's very well known between friends and family that Ferran needs to always have some type of contact.

Now try to get that to a higher level, and you'll get how he is when he's drunk. He likes to hug you by the waist, he likes to give you neck kisses, he likes to kiss your lips in a sloppy way.

After a good ten minutes of him just hugging you like a baby, he decides to try one more time. "A shot, please." He says, puppy eyes.

You roll your eyes. "Fine, wait for me here." You say, getting out of his hold and getting up.

"Can I go with you?" He asks, whiny voice.

The way his hand is grabbing yours, scared of you walking away from him. It was so sweet yet so funny.

"I'll be only a few feet away, amor." You explain, pointing to the bartender. "Two minutes."

He shakes his head, getting up from his seat and walking with you to the bartender. You ask him to turn and to check if your friend is following.

While he is distracted, you ask for a shot of water. The bartender smiles at you and gives you exactly that.

"Here's your vodka." He says, winking at you with a funny face. "A lemon?"

"Grab your lemon." You say to Ferran.

He does, adding salt. You hand him the shot, and he acted as if it was burning him. "That was good but disgusting."

You thank the bartender, you walk back to your place. He seats first and then he pulled you into his lap.

Your back is sticked to his chest, and his arms are locking you in place. You turn and give him a kiss. It was easy since his head was placed in between your neck.

You can feel the heat that emanates from him. The warmth of his cheek over your skin was comforting.

He trusts you so much. Not only in the relationship but with everything, literally everything.

"So," He says, grabbing your attention as you write something on the computer. "I have something to tell you."

You nod, paying attention to him. You humm so he could continue with his story.

"You remember that I told you about Eric and that girl?" He asks, folding the laundry.

You nod, closing the laptop. You want to know the rest of that uncontinued story. "Yes, what about it?"

"Well, she's back, but turns up she's a" He turned his head to his left and then to the right. "Escort." He whispers

Your eyes open so much. "No!" You say surprised. "How did you find out?"

"He called her to meet again, and when they were done fucking, she tell him that she needs to leave and if he has the money."

You cover your mouth. "That's bananas." You laugh.

"Not only that." He interrupts your laugh.

"Oh my gosh." You sigh. "What else?"

He smirks, finishing with the last t-shirt. "She gave him crabs."

"Tell me this is a joke!" You say, shocked with the information.

"No, Pedri had to threw the towell he was using so nobody would use it once they took it to clean it."

You two keep talking about the subject a little bit more. You even change the subject to what he wants for dinner and that it was his turn to cook.

"Oh, and my mom has a boyfriend." He says, placing the plate of food in front of you.

"Qué?"

He's the type to be always loud and energetic.

"Mi mujer me estaba llamando pero yo no contesté." He sings while he's changing.

You can hear his singing from your office, you shake your head no as you go back to your email.

"Yo tengo un problema de alcohol, yo no sé porqué soy así." He keeps singing as he walks down the hallway. "Amor, I'm leaving." He says.

You lift your eyes from the screen to his. "Adiós, amor." You smile. "Have a nice training, love you." You send him a kiss.

You then go back to the reading as he walks down the stairs. Just when you think the house would be silent and calm you head him yell.

"Be ready at four, I'm taking you out."

You close your eyes, breathing deeply as you think that everybody in the neighborhood heard your plans.

"Amor!" He yells again. "Did you hear me?"

"I think the neighbors heard you as well." You say in an elevated tone.

It was enough for him to hear, but not enough to bother others.

"Vale, adiós." He yells again.

You shake your head. Trying not to laugh at him.

As the day passes and the hour of your date comes, you prepare for it. You change into something more appropriate and wait for him to pick you up.

When he's outside, he lets you know. You find his car and a smily Ferran looking at you.

"You look gorgeous." He says, opening the door for you. "Love you."

"Love you too." You say, giving him a kiss.

The drive consisted of him telling you all about his training session, how he bothered Pedri, and his small gym session.

At the restaurant he ordered for the two of you. Something he sometimes does. It was well appreciated because you don't always know what to order.

"So then we find them together in the janitors closet." You say, telling him a story from your work.

He laughs, but not a normal laugh. He's laughing so hard that even the others turn to see him. Some smiling at how happy he looks and other looking at him with a wtf expression.

"Fer, don't be loud." You say.

"Sorry, it was too fun." He smiles.

Even when he was loud, you knew he was your loud one. So you just accept it.

Like I mentioned before, he's the type to be needy of contact all the time.

It can be your hand wrapping one of his fingers while you go out of somewhere.

It can be him grabbing your belt hoop while you shop around the store.

Your arms sticking together while you two stand up together or his hand on your knee as you are sitting.

Sometimes, when he's sleeping, he will turn around and find you in a peaceful position. He doesn't want to wake you up, so he will place his feet close to yours under the covers. That way, he can go back to sleep without bothering or waking you up.

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl 🩷 @11fer 💚

[gavisfanta]

Hello :) could you do a story where Fermin come home from practice and he is clingy/ can’t stop kissing the reader ? Please :)

THOUSAND TIMES - FERMIN

summary: fermin comes home from practice and you see his soft side again

warnings: none

a/n: shorter story but its cutee

Fermin was at practice, the house was empty and you missed his touch.

Not in a sexual way, quite the opposite.

The two of you have only been dating for a short time so you're still very "lovey dovey" as Gavi likes to call it.

You always laughed at him, however, he was right somehow.

The beginning of relationships are always very affectionate and shy, then you grow closer and get a bit more comfortable around eachother.

Even tho Gavi has never been in a relationship before, he somehow gives the best advice about love and relationships.

Fermin and you can thank Gavi your whole relationship, he was the one who interduced you to eachother.

Gavis and your family have known eachother for years and of course every week there was a party at one's house.

Usually it was theirs, Gavi and you were close immediately, since you two went to school together it was easy for you two to get along.

As Gavi got older he started playing football more intensively. The two families often met up to go and watch Gavi's game where you saw Fermin for the first time.

On the field however he looked very scary to you, might had to do something with the age difference between you two.

Two years now isn't much, but it used to be back then. So whenever Gavi was hanging out with Fermin, you stuck with Aurora, playing with her.

After a few years, when you and Gavi were both 18, he decided to interduce you two, he felt like you and Fermin would get along well because your personalities were quite similar.

Gavi wasn't exactly wrong but the things between you and Fermin didn't work out at first. Provoking, pushing and fighting were the perfect words to describe your 'friendship' with Fermin.

The day that changed whatever was going on between the two of you was a party you three went on.

Let's just say the night ended with you being in Fermins bed with hickeys all over your body and no clothes on.

Then the day after the party was rather awkward than comforting, because of what was supposed to be a one night stand between friends turned into much more.

Gavi couldn't stop laughing as soon as he found out that his childhood bestfriend had hooked up with his other childhood bestfriend.

For the two of you it was pure horror, Gavi made you two hang out the entire time and after some while you discovered that you had feelings for him.

Now you were standing there, waiting for him to come home from practice.

To your surprise in that seconds as you thought about him the front door opened.

"Amor I'm home." Fermins voice echoed throught the house as the door closed shut.

"Finally" You said and walked over to him and hugged him. Fermin wrapped his hands arpund your lower waist and hid his face in the crook of your neck.

"I missed you." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. Wrapping your arms tighter around his neck he smiled a bit.

"Let's go and lie down. I'm so tired." He mumbled and you couldn't help but smile at his soft voice, he was always so sensitive after practice and you loved when he wasn't so cocky.

Although you found him so hot when he was cocky it was good to see Fermins other side for an evening.

So as you and Fermin walked up to your bedroom he followed behind you, he couldn't leave his hands off of you andas you fell onto the bed he hid his face in the crook of his neck and started planti g sloppy kisses on your neck again.

He pulled down your black shirt a bit so that he could kiss your collar bone.

You giggled as he started sucking on your sweet spot while you started scratching his back with your acrylics.

He moaned against your neck and you couldn't help but smile while you pulled up his shirt so that you could scratch his bare back.

"I love you Y/n, did I ever tell you that?" He mumbled as he pushed himself over you and put his head on your chest.

"A couple of times." You smiled as you watched the soft side of Fermin being all clingy with you.

"It seems like not enough." Fermin said and stood on all fours over you, then he grabbed your waist and pulled you further down on the bed. You just watched his face as he then dived into your neck and took his hands to tickle your stomach.

"Fer- stop-" You laughed as he kissed your neck and you couldn't stop laughing.

Then after like 5 minutes of you just laughing and him admiring the way you moved and the way your eyes looked he finally stopped.

You breathed heavily and Fermin then leaned down to kiss you on the lips. You melted into him as you finally relaxed after being so tensed up from laughing all the time.

Fermin hummed as you ran your hand through his hair while his lips were still on yours. Then he pulled away and you looked into his eyes. Those brown eyes you could get lost in for years.

"I love you and I'll tell you a thousand more times if i need to."

[norrisluv]

DATE NIGHT - PEDRI GONZALEZ

summary: Pedri has the day off and decides to take his girlfriend on a date

warnings: none

I wake up to the sound of Pedri's alarm clock at 6:00am.

"What time is it?" - I mumble into my pillow, feeling the bed shake.

"6am, mi amor. I have to go" - Pedri replies, after giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I hear the sound of running water and rub my sleepy eyes. I lie there a little longer until Pedri comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist

"Where are you going?"

"I have training at 8 o'clock" - my boyfriend goes to the closet and starts putting on his training clothes.

I let out a grumble and bury my face in the pillow again.

"I thought today was your day off"

"No, baby. It's only tomorrow. Are you going to stay asleep?" - he comes closer, sits down on the bed and strokes my hair

"Yes, please. I'm tired" - I turn my head towards him, seeing him smile

"It's okay, I have to go. I'll see you at lunch" - I feel his kiss on my cheek

He gets up and I close my eyes, hearing the bedroom door slam before I fall asleep.

12:00am

I was just finishing setting the table when I heard the front door open. I smile when I see Pedri walk through the living room to meet me in the kitchen.

"Hello, mi amor"

I leave a kiss on his lips and he goes down to my neck

"Pedro…"

He brings his hands to my ass and gives it a smack

"Hey!"

"Sorry! I've been wanting to do that since this morning" - he lets out a laugh

I smile at him and give him a weak slap on the arm.

"Sit down, lunch is ready"

We start eating and chatting normally until he looks at me intensely

"What?"

"I want to take you on a date"

I raise an eyebrow and look at him a little confused

"Why?"

He shrugs his shoulders and puts down his cutlery

"I miss spending time with you."

I smile at him and nod

"Okay, that sounds good"

After lunch, we cleaned up the kitchen and spent the day watching movies. At 6pm, Pedri and I start to get ready. I put on a new red dress and put on some makeup. I look in the mirror and see Pedri looking at me with his mouth slightly open. I let out a laugh and he comes closer, hugging me from behind and wrapping his hands around my belly

"You look so beautiful! I want to rip that dress off your body"

"No! We have a reservation at my favorite restaurant"

Pedri grumbles and walks away to let me finish my makeup. We walk to the car together and on the way to the restaurant Pedri puts his hand on my thigh, stroking up and down.

When we arrived, the waitress took us to a slightly more private table.

"What would you like to eat?" - Pedri looks at me through the menu

"I'm undecided between the pasta Bolognese and the lasagna" - I whisper, looking between the two foods on the menu.

Pedri lets out a laugh and puts his menu down on the table, taking my hand and stroking it.

"I'll order the lasagna"

Pedri nods and takes our orders. We laughed and talked all through dinner, as we hadn't done for a long time. We left the restaurant holding hands and laughing.

"I've missed this" - I say, approaching him as we walk to the car

"Why didn't you tell me? We could have gone on more dates more often"

I shrug and as soon as we reach the car he opens the door for me. When my boyfriend sits down in the driver's seat, he takes my hand and I answer his question from before.

"You were always very tired with the games and your injuries so I didn't want to put my things on you"

His smile drops a little and he squeezes my hand tighter

"Amor, we're a couple. My problems are yours and yours are mine, so when you want to do something, just tell me and I'll do it."

I smile at him and press our lips together.

"Te amo, Pedro Gonzalez"

He smiles at me and gives me another kiss

"Te amo más, mi diosa y/n /y/sn"

He starts the car and on the way I realize that he wasn't going home.

"Where are we going?"

"Surprise"

I lean back in the seat and, as his hand is on my thigh, I play with his fingers. He parks in front of the beach and I smile, quickly getting out of the car

"The beach! My…"

"Favorite place, I know."

He finishes my sentence and I hug him while he leaves a kiss on my forehead.

"Let's go for a walk"

I nod happily and we walk hand in hand along the sand, listening to the sound of the sea and our footsteps.

"Thanks for tonight, Pedrito"

I use his nickname and he smiles at me.

"Thank you for accepting a busy man like me"

I hug him from the side as we walk

"I would always choose you, busy or not"

We smile at each other and stare out to sea, watching the sea crashing against the rocks.

[emmylksblog]

Can u write some Marc guiu where the reader is insecure about her stretch marks and during s*x Marc noticed she was trying to cover them and he moved her hands started kissing the stretch marks telling her she’s perfect/ beautiful and he loves her.. x not sure if u write for Marc ??

LOVE IN EVERY MARK // MARC GUIU

summary: your intimate moment with your boyfriend marc is interrupted by your insecurities gaining power over you and you covering your stretch marks

content: suggestive, insecurities, comfort, fluff

warnings: make out session

words: 712

a/n : sorry i could only provide a make out session, idk how to write smut yet :/

Marc and you are lounging on his couch in his apartment, enjoying the time together in each other's company. You haven't spent much time together lately due to your hectic schedules, so every moment alone is precious.

As you chat and laugh, the tension between you starts to build. You notice the way he looks at you, the way he playfully touches your hand as you're telling a story.

Sensing the energy shift, Marc leans in closer to you. His gaze is intense and filled with desire.

He cups your face in his hands, his eyes locking onto yours. "You know," he whispers, his voice low and husky, "I've been thinking about you all week."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you can feel the heat pooling between your thighs. You lean into his touch, not realizing how much you crave him until this very moment.

He closes the distance between you, pulling you into a deep, passionate kiss. His mouth moves against yours hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch. Hands roaming your body, touching every part of you as if trying to memorize your shape.

As the intensity between you and Marc increases, you begin to undress each other, exploring each other's bodies eagerly. The heat between your bodies is intoxicating, and you forget everything except the sensations you're experiencing together.

However, as you move into a position where your stretch marks are more visible, you suddenly become self-conscious. Automatically trying to cover them with your hands, hiding the imperfections you've always been insecure about.

Marc notices what you are trying to do, his eyes softening with understanding. He gently takes your hands away from your body, holding them in his own.

"Hey," he whispers, his voice filled with tenderness. "No tienes que esconderte de mí" ("You don't need to hide from me.")

He leans in and starts placing gentle kisses on your stretch marks, his lips softly touching each imperfection. "You're beautiful," he says, his words sincere. "I love every part of you, stretch marks included."

Tears well up in your eyes as you listen to Marc's heartfelt words. His acceptance and love for your body, imperfections and all, overwhelm you with emotion. You run your fingers through his hair, a silent gesture of gratitude.

Unable to find the words to express how much his words mean to you, you get up and straddle his lap, pulling him into a deep kiss. Your hands caress his face, your lips expressing your appreciation through the intensity of your kiss.

Marc responds eagerly to your kiss, his arms wrapping around you and holding you close. He deepens the kiss, his lips moving against yours with an increasing fervor. The heat between you is almost palpable, the intimacy of the moment heightening your senses.

He breaks the kiss for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. "I mean it," he whispers, his voice husky with emotion. "You're perfect, stretch marks included. Don't ever doubt that."

You manage to find your voice, your eyes searching his. "I love you," you say fiercely, your voice thick with emotion. "I am so, so lucky to have you."

You press your forehead against his, savoring the closeness and the feeling of his body against yours.

Marc grins, unable to resist the opportunity to tease you. He brushes his lips against your ear, his voice low and playful.

"You know," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin, "it's kind of adorable how flustered you get when I compliment you."

You playfully swat at him, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "You always do this," you tease. "You just can't help ruining romantic moments, can you?"

Marc laughs, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "What can I say? I can't resist a good chance to mess with you."

He pulls you closer, his hands resting on your hips. "But seriously," he adds, his voice softening, "I meant every word I said. You're beautiful, stretch marks and all."

The tension between you eased and replaced with a comfortable intimacy. The insecurities and doubts that had come up earlier are no longer a worry, as Marc's words and actions have reassured you of his love and acceptance. Making you feel like the luckiest girl on earth.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Cuddling together

—FC Barcelona.

summary: How would they react to cuddling together at night?

warnings: none. soft, cute.

#SEXYNOTE: I will use few players but if you want to add you can leave it in the comments also the list of players you want in your request.

Pedri Gonzalez.

Against your chest.

Even if Pedri wants to be serious and masculine in the relationship, when you go to rest he is the opposite. He looks like a little boy waiting for his mother to tuck him in. In fact I could say that is his favorite time when you are together, sleeping on your chest. The warmth of your arms wrap around him and he rests his head in the hollow of your breasts, his nose sniffs and he sighs contentedly. 'Make cuddles in my hair' he would ask.

Your fingers delve into Pedri's brown hair and he begins to fall asleep with your little touches. One of your legs goes across his hips and wraps around him, grabbing hold of him to sleep still with Pedri on top of you.

He loves being in your arms, he can hear your heartbeat as he falls asleep and feels comforted and safe, yet he finds it so intimate and loving.

Ferran Torres.

Little spoon.

When it's time to rest, Ferran is always the biggest spoon. He waits for you every night with his hands open for you to snuggle against him. Leaning his body against yours is one of his favorite things to do. He likes to cover you completely, you know that his love is warmth and he feels like he takes control over you and you won't be able to escape his arms. Especially, because his arms wrap tightly around you and hold you giving you warmth.

He likes to kiss the back of your neck, hair and shoulders. He really gives a lot of attention to this part, he knows how much it relaxes you to be caressed and he will give you everything he can.

Probably at night, you turn to face him and kiss the bridge of his nose, Ferran is a deep sleeper, so he will never know about it and then you go back to your safe place.

Pablo Gavi.

On top of his body.

When they go to bed, Gavi is a very naughty child before going to sleep. He never sits still. He will play with you until you get tired and fall asleep, so he will grab your body and lay it on his with a single push. He is mischievous and looks at you teasingly when you lean on his chest with your elbows then he wraps his arms around you.

He just smiles proudly, after all he just wants to have on top of him. You rest your face on his chest and Gavi's fingers immediately caress your hips, then he moves up your back until he reaches your hair. He stays like this for a while until he falls asleep, just like you.

You sleep like this all night long you don't even move, maybe it's because of habit.

Joao Felix.

Up and between your legs.

Since you usually get to bed before Joao, when he comes home you are usually already asleep. Your eyes barely open and Joao climbs onto the bed. He carefully spreads your legs and places his body between them, then grabs them again to wrap them around his back. He uses your belly as a pillow and his hands grab yours, sometimes placing them on your belly and caressing it.

Literally you are well entangled but that's how you tend to sleep most of the time. Even Floki gets under your arms.

When you wake up, you'll see how your boyfriend is still between your legs and hugging your belly tightly. Without hesitation, you admire him for a few moments until you see Joao open his eyes and smile at you.

Fermin Lopez.

Inverted spoon.

He likes to hold you but when the night comes, he expects you to be. Your bodies fit together perfectly, Fermin leans his body against your chest and you circle his big back until you grab him. One of your legs crosses over his waist and you cling to him completely. If he's very cuddly, one of his hands goes down to your thighs and squeezes them gently caressing them.

Normally you sleep like that, he's not ashamed to be the little spoon. He grabs your hand and caresses your back with his thumb, until he falls asleep.

Fermin is a bit restless and when he wakes up he is in the middle of the bed, so you bring him back to his place and cuddle him in your arms.