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[highdreaming]

Eyes off her

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Summary: Your boyfriend gets jealous when someone flirts with you and a fight follows.

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Gavi x (female) reader

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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You twist your hands with nervousness as you wait for Gavi in the corridor.

The whole stadium vibrates with the loud cheers of the fans, everyone is excited for tonight’s big game and you feel the same way, wishing Gavi’s team to win. You wait for your boyfriend to show up, wanting to wish him good luck before the game. 

And he finally appears, pulling you towards him for a hug, a huge grin decorating his face.

“Hey. Good luck, babe. I hope you guys win.” you say, kissing his cheek. Gavi’s arm suddenly tightens around you and as you struggle to pull away, you notice the sudden tense expression on his face as he looks to the front.

You turn your head, catching a glimpse of a tall man from the other team staring at you, more specifically at your lower back with a cocky smirk on his face.

Your eyes meet his for a second and he provocatively winks at you before turning around and walking away. 

That explains Gavi’s reaction. You hold back a sigh, knowing how riled up your boyfriend gets, especially during games. 

“Babe, just ignore him.” you mutter, placing a hand on Gavi’s arm. Your words don’t seem to convince him but he gives you a rushed kiss before leaving to join the other boys for the game. 

You only hope he doesn’t let jealousy get the best of him. 

The game is dominated by Barcelona, your boyfriend’s team clearly being the best and it shows as they’re the ones leading, marking several goals. 

Your hands constantly pick the material of your Barcelona’s number 30 jersey, the excitement and nervousness of the game giving you a hard time.

Especially when Gavi keeps committing fouls, all of them directed towards the player that had checked you out earlier. The referee keeps showing him yellow cards and you’re already dreading the moment Gavi gets a red card.

Just as that thought crosses your mind, whistles erupt wildly across the stadium with everyone pointing towards a commotion on the field. 

Your eyes widen with horror when you notice that Gavi is in the center of it, violently pushing the other player. Both teams and its players get in the middle, attempting to stop it, but they’re unable to prevent Gavi from punching him in the face. 

You gasp in horror, your heart crazily beating as the referee pulls out a red card, showing it towards Gavi. His face is contorted in an angry frown, face glistening with sweat.

He stomps the grass, leaving the field under intense boos. You hurry up leaving the stands, running towards the inside of the building. 

Once you get to the locker room, you push the door open. Inside Gavi is sitting on a stool, throwing his shirt to the floor with a violent movement. 

You hesitate for a moment, seeing him so angry but slowly take small steps towards him. 

“Hey, are you okay?” you whisper, letting your hand stroke his hair. His shoulders slump and he looks at you, fury and jealousy burning in his gaze. 

“He was fucking talking about you! Like you were a piece of meat, like you weren’t my girlfriend.” he growls, brown hair falling down to his eyes as he literally vibrates with anger.

You hold back a sigh, already knowing that the player only did so to upset Gavi. Everyone knows that your boyfriend easily loses his cool. 

“He did that to make you upset, Gavi. You shouldn’t have listened to him. Now you’ve got a red card.” you say with a sad smile. 

Gavi meets your eyes, intently looking at you, brows furrowed. 

“So I was just supposed to let him talk like that about you? That wasn’t gonna happen.” he blurts out, hand reaching to grab your own, pulling you against him.

He wraps his arms around your waist, face pressed against your stomach. You take the chance to keep touching his hair, massaging his scalp as he takes deep frustrated breaths. 

You're not sure how long you remain in this position, but Gavi eventually gets calmer, his breathing getting steady. 

“I just love you too much.” he quietly whispers, pushing his face upwards. You meet his stare, his beautiful brown eyes holding an array of emotions. 

“And I love you back.”

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AN: I also think I'm gonna start writing for Haaland, what do you think?

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IOVEJOAO's MASTERLIST

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[piastrishelmet]

early mornings with gavi¡ ღ

warnings; hi no warnings just enjoy this fluff (can you guys tell i love fluffs)

💌; thank you for all the love i've been receiving i'm actually so happy like what 🥺

↺as a light sleeper, gavi hates the sound of the alarm ringing nonstop in the morning. that's why most of the times it's your job to turn it off while he decides to hide on your neck.

" —turn that thing off before i throw it out the window. "

↺gavi changes his position a LOT on his sleep, so if you wake up before him you will probably find him wrapped in blankets meanwhile you are freezing<\3.

↺he loves afirmation words early in the morning while you caress his back drawing circles, he says it makes the start of the day better. ( isn't he a cutie like shut up )

↺you get his deep morning voice and oh my god.

↺even if you complain about the weather being too hot to cuddle, you will find him next morning all wrapped around you, with an arm lazily resting on your waist and one of his legs over yours.

↺he always will try to wake you up in the softest way possible, giving small kisses to the back of your neck and your cheeks.

and maybe sometimes you just pretend to be asleep for a little longer. just maybe.

↺having the urge to kiss the little pout he does when he's asleep.

↺discovering gavi sometimes talks on his sleep and him being embarrased about it next morning, scared to say something stupid.

↺laughing at gavi's messy hair and gently brushing it off his face. or him being too sleepy and confused about why are you laughing.

↺" —gavi, are you awake yet? "

" —no. "

" —you're going to be late.. "

" —i'm sleeping. "

↺him pulling you both under the blankets and giving you little goodmorning kisses. or that's how he calls it.

↺having silly morning arguments and accusing gavi of snoring and gavi acussing you of taking all space in bed.

↺fighting for who goes shower first and who gets more extra time in bed EVERY day. or gavi acting grumpy whenever he doesn't get the extra time.

↺sleepy smiles and floppy lazy kisses¡

↺gavi having pillow marks all over his cheek and you tracing them while he looks at you.

" —good sleep? "

" —mhm. "

[herstoryheaven]

Pablo Gavira x Reader: The Name On My Back

Request: Hi girl, I love the way you write about Football/F1 Drivers, I was just wondering if you could write another fic about Gavi? Any theme, cause you’re very good at writing!!😊

Prompt: Wearing her boyfriend's jersey to his match for the first time, Y/n discovers the deeper meaning behind the gesture.

Reader: Female

Word count: 2201

Average reading time: 8 min

Category: Fluff

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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The stadium buzzed with excitement, the stands filling up with fans decked out in red and blue, eager to watch FC Barcelona take on their rivals. The air was electric, filled with the anticipation of the match ahead. Y/n stood at the entrance of the stadium, her heart racing as she clutched Pablo Gavira’s jersey in her hands. It was oversized on her, making her second-guess if it looked acceptable on her. But it wasn't the fit that made her uneasy.

She had never been one to crave the spotlight, and the thought of sitting among the other players' girlfriends, all of whom seemed so effortlessly confident, made her stomach twist in knots. Her nerves felt like a thousand butterflies trapped inside her chest, wings beating frantically against her ribcage.

But Pablo, Pablo had asked her to wear it, and the memory of his pleading brown eyes, so full of warmth and affection, made it impossible for her to refuse.

“Mi amor, please?” he had begged just hours before, his voice soft and teasing as he held the jersey out to her. “You’ll look absolutely beautiful in it. Besides, I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

Y/n had hesitated, chewing her bottom lip as she looked at the jersey. "Are you sure? I mean, won’t I look silly? It’s so big on me…”

Pablo had chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped closer, his hands gently wrapping around her waist. “Princesa.” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, “You’ll look perfect. And I’ll be proud knowing you’re wearing my name.”

She had melted under his touch, his words wrapping around her like a blanket, comforting and secure. The way he had called her “Princesa.” the soft whisper of the word in her ear, had sealed her fate. She couldn’t deny him, not when he looked at her like that, as if she was the only person in the world.

Now, as she made her way to the bleachers, she could feel the weight of the stares on her back. The jersey, with “Gavi” written across the back in bold letters, felt like a spotlight, drawing everyone’s eyes to her. She tugged at the hem again, her fingers fidgeting nervously as she tried to calm her nerves, but her efforts were hopeless.

Sliding into an empty seat near the front, Y/n noticed that the other girlfriends were already there, chatting and laughing as if they hadn’t a care in the world. Their perfectly styled hair and fashionable outfits made her feel even more out of place, her nerves gnawing at her confidence. She focused on adjusting the jersey once more, trying to blend in, though she knew it was a useless effort.

That was when one of the girls leaned over, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder, a friendly smile on her face. “You’re Y/n, right?” she asked, her tone light and playful.

Y/n nodded, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The girl’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked Y/n up and down, her gaze lingering on the oversized jersey. “They’re not staring at you because of how big it is, silly. They’re staring at the name on it.”

Y/n blinked in surprise, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of pink. “Oh.” she mumbled, glancing around at the curious eyes still lingering on her. “I didn’t think it would be a big deal. Hasn’t his previous girlfriends worn his jersey before?”

The girl, whose name she vaguely recalled as Mikky, snorted, shaking her head. “No, he didn’t let them. He told them that he’d only let his future wife wear it.”

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat. “What?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Mikky’s smile widened, and she winked at Y/n. “You heard me. It looks like you’re special, Y/n. He must really care about you.”

Y/n felt her blush deepen, her mind spinning with the revelation. She hadn’t realized the significance of wearing Pablo’s jersey, hadn’t thought it would mean anything more than just a show of support. But now, knowing that he had reserved this gesture for someone he truly saw a future with, she felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mix of happiness and nervousness.

Before she could fully process Mikky’s words, the stadium erupted in cheers as the players began to take the field. The atmosphere shifted, the tension rising as the match was about to begin. Y/n’s eyes were immediately drawn to Pablo, her heart swelling with pride as she watched him step onto the pitch. He moved with such grace and skill, every touch of the ball drawing cheers from the crowd.

But every now and then, he would glance up at the stands, his eyes scanning the sea of faces until they found hers. When they did, he would smile, an intimate, knowing smile that made her heart flutter and her worries fade away. His gaze lingered on her, the connection between them clear even across the distance.

“He’s been looking for you.” Mikky teased, nudging Y/n gently with her elbow. “You’ve got him completely smitten.”

Y/n bit her lip, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I think I’m the one who’s smitten.” she admitted quietly, her eyes never leaving Pablo.

Mikky chuckled. “It’s mutual, trust me.”

As the match progressed, Y/n found herself getting lost in the game, her initial nervousness melting away. She cheered along with the crowd, her heart racing with every close call and every brilliant play Pablo made. She couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride each time his name echoed through the stadium, the cheers of the fans a testament to his talent.

And through it all, she wore that jersey with a newfound confidence. Because now, she knew it wasn’t just a piece of fabric she was wearing, it was a symbol of Pablo’s feelings for her, a silent promise of what will be.

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As the final whistle echoed through the stadium, signaling Barcelona’s victory, the crowd erupted in a deafening cheer. The entire arena buzzed with the energy of triumph, the roars of fans rising in waves, but for Y/n, the noise around her seemed to fade into the background. All she could focus on was one thing, Pablo Gavira.

He was still on the field, surrounded by his teammates, their arms slung over each other’s shoulders as they celebrated the hard fought win. Yet, even in the midst of the celebration, Pablo’s eyes were searching for something or rather someone. When they finally found hers, a confident smile spread across his face, the joy of victory tempered by an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. There was something different in his gaze, something deep, almost possessive, that made her heart race.

As she made her way to the edge of the field, her heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and nerves. The other girlfriends were heading down as well, their steps light and easy, but Y/n felt like she was walking on air, her emotions bubbling up inside her. She still couldn’t shake the feeling of the jersey she was wearing, its oversized fabric hanging loosely off her frame, the name “Gavi” written boldly on her back. But the secret meaning of it, a revelation only she and a few others knew, made her heart flutter.

Just as she reached the sideline, Pablo broke away from his teammates and jogged toward her, his movements fluid and determined. The sight of him, all raw energy and focused, made her breath catch in her throat. And when he finally reached her, he didn’t hesitate, didn’t slow down. With a swift, determent motion, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, the sudden contact leaving her breathless.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to see you wearing this.” he murmured, his voice low and husky as he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

Y/n’s breath hitched as his hand tightened slightly on her waist, his touch sending sparks across her skin. “I’m glad you like it.” she managed to reply, her voice a bit shaky from the proximity and the intensity of his gaze.

“Like it?” Pablo chuckled, the sound deep and rich, vibrating against her. “I love it, princesa. You’re mine, and now everyone knows it.” His words, laced with possessiveness, sent a thrill through her, and he brushed his lips against the shell of her ear, teasing her with a barely-there kiss that made her knees feel weak.

She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed, her heart racing. “Pablo, I—”

He silenced her with a finger to her lips, his eyes darkening with an emotion that made her pulse quicken. “Shh, I know.” he whispered, his voice filled with a confidence that sent a thrill through her. “You don’t have to say anything.”

Before she could respond, Pablo captured her lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was a claiming, a declaration, filled with a passion that left her breathless. His hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, pressing her even closer to him, and she melted into his embrace, her hands finding their way to the nape of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair.

The world around them seemed to fade away, the cheers of the crowd, the flash of cameras, all of it dimming as Y/n lost herself in the feel of him, in the intensity of his kiss. His lips moved against hers with a hunger that made her heart race, her body responding instinctively to the heat of his touch.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were blazing, and he let out a low, satisfied growl. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to show the world the woman who I want to spend forever with” he said, his voice rough with emotion, his breath mingling with hers.

Y/n felt like she was floating, her mind spinning from the intensity of his kiss. “Pablo…” she whispered, still catching her breath, her hands still resting on his shoulders as if she couldn’t bear to let go.

He grinned, that confident, almost cocky smile returning as he leaned down to place a series of soft kisses along her jawline, moving slowly toward her lips again. “I’m not done with you yet.” he teased, his voice dropping an octave as he kissed her just at the corner of her mouth, deliberately holding back, his lips hovering dangerously close.

She let out a small, involuntary whimper, her hands tightening around his shoulders. “Pablo, you’re teasing me.” she accused, though the breathlessness in her voice gave her away.

He chuckled again, the sound deep and full of mischief. “Maybe.” he admitted, his lips brushing against hers again, but this time he didn’t pull away. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers in a way that made her forget everything but the feel of him, the way he held her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

When they finally broke apart, both of them breathing heavily, Pablo rested his forehead against hers, his expression softening, though the intensity in his gaze remained. “I want you by my side, Y/n. Always.” he said, his voice softer now but no less intense. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I’m not letting you go.”

Her heart swelled at his words, and she looked up at him, her eyes shining with emotion. “I’m not going anywhere.” she promised, her voice steady despite the rush of feelings inside her. There was a certainty in her words, a truth that resonated deep within her.

Pablo’s smile softened, his eyes filled with a mix of affection and determination, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before wrapping her in a tight embrace, his arms encircling her waist, holding her close. “Good.” he whispered against her hair, his voice filled with relief and contentment. “Because I need you with me, mi amor.”

As the crowd around them began to fade, the other players and their girlfriends leaving the field, Pablo kept his arm around Y/n’s waist, leading her off the pitch with a sense of pride and ownership. They walked together, their fingers intertwined, and every now and then, he would steal a kiss, his lips brushing against hers with a playful, teasing touch that made her giggle softly, her heart light and full.

“You know.” Pablo said as they exited the stadium, his voice filled with that confident edge again, a playful glint in his eyes, “I think I’m going to need you to wear my jersey to every game from now on. It’s lucky, after all.”

Y/n laughed, the sound light and full of joy, a sound that made Pablo’s heart swell. “Only if you promise to keep winning.” she teased back, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

He pulled her close, his lips ghosting over her ear as he whispered, “I’ll win as long as you’re by my side, princesa.”

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Requested by: Anonymous

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Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Double Trouble

Requested: yes

Prompt: 1) Attending a baby scan

Warnings: nope

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Pablo sat nervously outside the doctor's office, his leg bouncing up and down in a restless rhythm. He glanced at the clock on the wall for what felt like the hundredth time, mentally willing time to move faster. Next to him, Y/n leafed through the pregnancy pamphlets she had picked up during her last doctor's visit, trying to distract herself from the nerves. Her eyes kept glancing quickly over to Pablo,his legs jittering and his head darting around the room trying to find something, anything to take his mind off the appointment. "Are you okay?" Y/n asked, setting her pamphlet onto her lap. "I- yes. I'm just a little nervous." Pablo replied, looking down towards the ground. Y/n took his hand and gave it a light squeeze. "Hey." Y/n said softly. "It's going to be okay. We've got this."

Pablo managed a weak smile, squeezing her hand tightly. "I know, but what if something's wrong? What if-" Y/n cut him off gently. "Pablo, we've been through this. Everything's been going smoothly so far, and the doctor said everything looked good at our last appointment." Pablo took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. "You're right. I just can't shake this feeling." Y/n leaned closer, placing a reassuring kiss on his cheek. "We're in this together, remember? No matter what happens, we'll face it together."

Feeling slightly calmer, Pablo nodded, grateful for Y/n's unwavering support. They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, until a nurse called their names, signaling it was time for their appointment. As they entered the examination room, Pablo's nerves resurfaced, but Y/n's steady presence beside him helped to ease his anxiety. They watched as the doctor squirted the gel onto her belly, making her tense up from how cold it was. "Are you okay?" Pablo whispered. "It's just cold." She chuckled as the nurse began the appointment. The young couple watched as the nurse performed the ultrasound, the room filling with the sound of their unborn baby's heartbeat.

"Is everything okay?" Pablo asked,holding onto Y/n's hand. "Yes, Mr Gavira. Both babies are perfectly healthy." Y/n and Pablo's face dropped. "Both?" Y/n asked, wanting some clarity. Then, the moment of truth arrived as the doctor turned the screen towards them, revealing not one, but two tiny figures in black and white. "T-twins?" Pablo stammered, his eyes widening in shock. Y/n's heart swelled with emotion as she squeezed Pablo's hand tightly. "Twins." She confirmed, her voice filled with wonder. They exchanged stunned looks before bursting into laughter, the tension of the moment evaporating into joyous relief.

"Those are our babies." Pablo whispered, his eyes shining with tears of happiness. "We're going to be parents." Y/n nodded, her own eyes brimming with tears. "Parents of twins." She added, a wide smile spreading across her face.

As the couple walked out of the doctor's office, Pablo had grabbed a few more pamphlets. "More? I think we have enough in the car." Y/n smiled. "No, these are the pamphlets for having twins, then the ones on how to make your pregnancy easy, and then-" Y/n pecked his cheek before interlocking her fingers with his. "I think we will be fine, babe." Pablo nodded. "Can I see the photo again?" Y/n handed him the small envelope. He carefully took out the few ultrasound photos of his children and smiled upon looking at them. "They're so beautiful." Pablo whispered. "They don't even have a face yet." Y/n chuckled as they reached the car. "But look at us. They have good genes, they have to be beautiful."

[pedrithink]

photos ✩ pablo gavi

couple: pablo gavi x photographer! reader

summary: you being the photographer of barcelona.

face claim: melisiremsen

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pablogavi un sueño hecho realidad!! visca barça sempre 💙❤️

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pedri vamoooo hermanito

user1 thank you @ynusername for these pics

user2 i love that yn is gavi's girlfriend and at the same time barcelona's photographer because that gives us the best photos

user3 @user2 FR!!

user4 gavi just posting the pictures yn takes, i love this relationship.

user5 THE SECOND PIC IM GONNA PASS OUT THANK U YN THANK U SM

ynusername has added to their story

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ynusername summer with my guy

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pablogavi 😍😍

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user6 dude and his girl are looking awesome

user7 we only see pictures of gavi on yn's profile, thanks queen

user8 yn is so beautiful MY GOD

user9 gavi only shows on instagram because of barcelona and yn

user10 @user9 literally lol dude only likes photos of barcelona and his girlfriend

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ynusername my golden boy

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pablogavi te quiero 😘

ynusername @pablogavi 🥰

user11 OMGGGGG

user12 THANK U YN FOR THE BEST PICS EVER

user13 2ND PIC gave me chillsssssss

user14 i just love how gavi looks amazing in yn’s hands

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user15 GAVI’S PIC IM SHAKING YN

user16 i’m so grateful for yn’s existence

user17 @user16 FR????? what would we be without her incredible photos????

user18 if it's up to gavi he only lives with the photos yn takes because on his instagram he posts them once in a while

user19 yn and gavi are a beautiful couple, i love seeing them together

user20 i love u both

NOW: Pablo Gavi Press Conference | Barcelona vs Cadiz

[httpsdana]

could u do a gavi fic with prompt 7 and 9 pleaseee? and they are just up till 5am in the morning, with the sun starting to rise and he misses training because he falls asleep..something like that? i loove ur fics (especially ur gavi ones) thank you so much!!💞💞

Midnight Cookies~Pablo Gavi

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

in honor of our golden boy coming back, heres a cute fic abt him. missed him sm 😖 enjoy <3

request from here

master list -> part 2

players/drivers I write for

7-"my favorite new pillow" "I can't breathe" "I don't care"

9-"it's 2 am, go back to sleep"

The plan was simple—Gavi had agreed to stay up all night with his girlfriend. It was something spontaneous, a silly idea after spending the whole evening watching movies together.

y/n had suggested pulling an all-nighter just for fun, like when they were kids, and he was quick to agree, excitement gleaming in his eyes.

But now, at 2 AM, with Gavi asleep beside her on the couch, she started to think maybe she should’ve known better. His head was resting on her shoulder, his body curled up against hers like she was his personal pillow. The movie playing on the TV was long forgotten, just background noise to his soft breathing. y/n , on the other hand, was still wide awake, mind buzzing with the fun of staying up past a reasonable hour.

She shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, but he stirred anyway, groggily lifting his head. His eyes blinked open, squinting at the bright screen, and then he looked at her, his voice sleepy as he mumbled, “It’s 2 am, go back to sleep.”

“I thought we were staying up all night,” she whispered back with a grin, teasing him.

He frowned, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, but I’m tired.” He looked ready to sink back into sleep, but she tugged on his arm playfully.

“Come on, let’s bake something or watch another movie! You can’t fall asleep now, we’re only halfway through the night.”

Gavi groaned but laughed softly, clearly amused by her determination. “Fine, but only because you’re cute.” He sat up, his hand slipping into hers as he stretched. “What do you wanna bake?”

“Cookies!” she said excitedly, already getting off the couch to head to the kitchen.

“Cookies at 2 AM,” he muttered, shaking his head but following after her. “Only you would think of that.”

In the kitchen, y/n gathered the ingredients while Gavi leaned against the counter, watching her with sleepy eyes. "You should be helping," she teased, nudging him with her elbow as she measured the flour.

He smirked and walked over, slipping his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

“I’m supervising. It’s a very important job.” His voice was low and gravelly, making her smile.

She mixed the dough, Gavi’s arms still loosely wrapped around her. Occasionally, he'd sneak his hand forward, poking at the dough or stealing a bit to taste.

“Hey!” y/n scolded playfully, slapping his hand away.

“I’m just checking to make sure it’s good,” he said with a grin, licking the dough from his finger. “It’s perfect.”

She rolled her eyes, trying to focus as she added the chocolate chips. “If we don’t finish this, it’ll be because you ate half the ingredients.”

Gavi chuckled, placing a kiss on her cheek before letting her go. He moved around the kitchen, grabbing baking sheets and helping her scoop the dough into perfect little rounds. It was oddly domestic and comforting, the quiet intimacy of baking together in the middle of the night.

“I didn’t think you’d actually help,” she teased, glancing at him as he carefully spaced the cookies on the tray.

“I’m not that useless,” he quipped, giving her a mock-offended look.

“No, you’re not,” she agreed with a smile, leaning over to kiss him quickly on the lips.

After putting the cookies in the oven, they both sat on the counter, legs swinging as they waited for them to bake. Gavi leaned his head on her shoulder, eyes heavy with sleep again. y/n reached over to gently run her fingers through his hair, feeling him relax against her.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep yet,” she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“Not asleep,” he mumbled, though his eyes were closed. “Just resting my eyes.”

y/n laughed softly and let him be. The cookies filled the kitchen with a warm, sugary smell, and she couldn’t help but feel a soft flutter of happiness in her chest. Moments like this with him were her favorite—simple, sweet, and full of love.

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The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. y/n blinked awake, feeling the weight of Gavi still resting on her. His face was nestled into the crook of her neck, his arm draped lazily across her waist, his breath soft and steady against her skin. She was warm, almost too warm, but she didn’t want to move just yet.

It wasn’t until she glanced at the clock on the wall that reality hit her. It was well past 10 am. Gavi’s training session started at 8.

“Pablito,” she whispered, nudging him gently. “Gavi, wake up.”

He grunted, shifting slightly but refusing to fully wake up. She tried again, shaking him a little harder. “Pablo, wake up. You missed training!”

That got a reaction. He groggily lifted his head, squinting at her with bleary eyes, trying to process what she was saying. "Huh?"

“You missed training,” she repeated, pointing to the clock.

His eyes widened as realization sank in. “Oh, shit!” He scrambled up, his hands flying to his head as he sat up fully, looking around in a panic. “I’m so dead, I can’t believe—”

“baby, relax!” she laughed, sitting up beside him. “Just call in sick.”

He shook his head, still in a mild state of panic. “I’m gonna be in so much trouble.”

She reached over and placed a hand on his arm, squeezing it gently. “It’s okay. You can say you weren’t feeling well.”

He groaned, covering his face with his hands for a moment before peeking at her through his fingers. “This is all your fault, you know,” he muttered, though there was no real bite in his words.

“You love it,” she teased, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“sadly, I do,” he admitted with a sigh, wrapping his arms around her again and pulling her back into his chest.

“ my favorite new pillow.” he murmured into her neck

y/n rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t resist as he held her close. His body was warm and heavy against hers, and she could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest against her hands that were resting there.

“I can't breathe” she teased, fake gasping as if she was choking.

“I don’t care,” he muttered, his lips brushing the top of her head as his grip tightened around her waist.

y/n laughed, trying to squirm out from under him, but he only tightened his grip. “Pablo! you're crushing me.”

Finally, he loosened his hold and kissed her again, this time on the lips. His lips were soft, lingering for a few seconds before he pulled away slightly, his voice still sleepy but full of affection. “You’re not going anywhere princesa”

She smiled, running her fingers through his messy hair. “But you missed training…”

He groaned again, sitting up reluctantly. “Alright, alright. I’ll call in sick.” He grabbed his phone, but before making the call, he leaned in to kiss her one more time, longer this time, savoring the moment.

And even though he was technically in trouble, neither of them cared. Because right then, in each other’s arms, nothing else mattered.

[barcalover86]

Surgery- Gavi

Summary: showering after surgery

You and Gavi have been together for 1 year now, but mostly of it was long distance.

Every since the moment he got injured, you stood by his side, spending most of your time together.

When his surgery successfully ended, he got home, being in a need of showering.

The doctor explained to him what he has to do, but he needed at least one person beside him to help him out a bit.

Since he was kinda ashamed to be naked in front of his parents because he wasn't a kid anymore, and his sister was out of discussion, he asked for your help.

You agreed to help him, but God knew how nervous you were.

You were afraid not to hurt him or do anything wrong, especially since you have no idea what you'll have to do.

And out of these thoughts, you two never, ever saw each other naked before.

Being a lot away from each other, you didn't have time for that kind of thing.

So you were a bit.. shy.

He, on the other hand, was more nervous than you.

First time being naked in front of his girlfriend.

He wasn't scared that you'd make fun of him because of his body cause he knew that you weren't the type of person to do that. He was just afraid that you won't like it.

You helped him go to the biggest bathroom so that you could have more space.

You put two chairs, because he had to sit all the time, and prepared the water.

He looks up into your eyes before putting his head on your shoulder.

Your hands went around his torso, trying to comfort the boy.

"It won't hurt, Gavi. I'll make sure that everything will be ok and you'll see that after you'll feel better."

He smiled and kissed your cheek before taking his shirt off.

Now, you didn't want to make him feel even more uncomfortable than he already was, so you tried not to show any facial expressions.

Only you knew how fast your heart was beating at that moment.

You helped him take off his shorts while he was looking into your eyes scared.

You tried to fasten the process of getting off his chlotes so that it wouldn't be that awkward, but you accidentally hurt his knee.

"Oh, I'm sorry, cariño."

He looked like he was about to cry.

"Why are you such in a hurry, y/n?"

You were surprised by his question.

You didn't know how and what to reply. He took all your words out of your head.

He sighed, looking down. You didn't know what to do. How could you tell him that you were so scared of this moment?

His injury didn't only hurt him, but everyone around him. At the same time, you knew that you had to take responsibility and be there for him. So you slowly got his chlotes off of him, while not saying any other words.

Everything was silent.

You tried not to look at him, but.. it was so, so hard. He was the most precious thing that you had ever seen.

Once again, you turned around, trying to find something that could occupy you.

He was just staying there, on a chair, naked, behind you, waiting peacefully for you.

You suddenly blushed. Man.. he was really yours. And God, he was sooo beautiful.

Pablo was looking at you when you turned to face him. His eyes were so lost.

You smiled at him.

"C'mon, pretty boy, let's shower you."

He smiled at the nickname you used.

Pretty boy.

Once you put him in the bathtub, you started the water.

He then took your hand in his while putting his head on your shoulder.

While you were helping him clean, he looked so concerned, and when you asked him about it, his answer surprised you.

"Do you think I will be able to play football again?"

"Yes, of course, you will!"

He sighed.

"I mean at that level."

You then looked into his eyes.

"You are so talented. You work hard for whatever you want, and this won't be different. It might be a bit difficult, but you are not alone."

He listened carefully and nodded.

"I won't disappoint you, y/n."

"I know you won't," you said while kissing his forehead.

After he was done showering, you helped him stand up.

You didn't know how to put the bandage back on, so you stared a bit too much at his naked body, and he started to get really shy.

When you wanted to ask him how this goes back on his knee, you saw his uncomfortable face.

"What's wrong?"

His face got suddenly red. The boy was embarrassed.

"Does it hurt?"

"To see you stare so focus, yes."

"What-" but then you realised. You've been staring at his body for a while now.

"Oh, no, no, don't think that."

Pablo got really emotional, by your surprise , tearing up.

"Don't cryy".

You hugged him.

"You are so beautiful, Pablo. Don't ever doubt that."

You then kissed his lips slowly, and he smiled, wanting more. You laughed a bit.

"Let's get you change ok?"

After you got to his room and helped him to the bed, you went to the bathroom to make him a snack. When you came back, he was desperate for your touch.

"I hope you'll like it," you said, putting the food next to him while he was hugging you.

He then kissed your lips, thanking you.

After he ate, he was about to fall asleep when an idea came into his mind.

"Do you want to shower with me in the morning? Together. "

You were so unready for his question.

It was awkward to see him naked in front of you, but it would be even more embarrassing for you to be naked in front of him.

"Hm?" he asked once again.

"Ok.."

[pablitogavii]

Clingyy

"Amooooor!!! Don't go!! Porfavooorrr!" Pablo was whining while laying on the bed pulling on your waist hoping you would just give in and cuddle with him.

You planed a pool night with some of the Barça Wags awhile back and now everyone was finally back at Barcelona so you decided tonight would be a great time to hang out finally.

"Cariño, I promised them! Besides, we will cuddle all night when I get back??" you say turning around and cupping his now pouting face which looked way too adorable not to kiss.

Once your lips collided he added his tongue (look at that gif hehe) deepening the kiss and pulling you on top while you moaned. You pulled away quickly knowing exactly what he was trying to do right now, little devil!

"You're trying to bribe me to stay!" you say sitting up still straddling his lap and his hands squeezed your ass while he chuckled nodding his head trying to kiss you again but you pulled back making him fall back down in exaggeration. You just laughed it off and left to get changed.

Barça Boys Groupchat

pablitoo: i fucking hate when they go out alone!!

frenkie: me too! 😒

pepito: ikr! why can't we join too???

lewy: bc it's girls night😑

ferran: ngl i wanted mine to stay for a diff reason 😏

pepito: me too!

frenkie: same!

pablitoo: me too!

You wore your new red bikini looking for a dress when Pablo called your name form the room again. He was so clingy and you LOVED it secretly!

"Si?" you say peeking through the closet and he used his fingers to show you to move closer which you did giving him a full view of your bikini set.

Bikini you wore:

"You're not wearing that one when I'm not there amor!" he said pulling you close and placing his grabby hands on your hips massaging them slowly. You were slowly getting turned on whenever he would act all possessive like this.

"It's gonna be just us girls at the pool cariño.." you say sitting down on his lap letting his hands roam your body freely really much hating that you can't just stay right now.

"Hmm but I prefer to be the only one to see you in this one princesa.." he said kissing between your breasts and you had to pull away or you would melt into a puddle right there. Damn you Pablo!

"I have to go now Pablo or I'm going to be late" you say grabbing the dress quickly about to leave but his strong hands wrapped around you from behind trapping you there while his chin was resting on your shoulder.

"I'm not letting you go.." he groaned and you sighed playing with veins on his arm for a few minutes just letting his settle his craving to hold you thinking that would make him more reasonable.

"You want me to stay this badly.." you say feeling his head move against your neck as he nodded not saying anything but nuzzling closer into you as you smiled. He was so adorable when he got clingy like this.

"You do know I hate you for being this cute!, right!?" you say turning around in his arms and he just held you tighter afraid you will try to pull away but you didn't instead moving your hand underneath his t-shirt touching his strong abs.

"A..amor?" he groaned a little when your hand moved slowly lower and you smirked looking up at him with innocent eyes.

"Hmm you really don't want me to go...?"you say feeling his bulge against your hand and he smirks shaking his head and calling you a 'chica mala' which was always such a massive turn on..you were only his 'chica mala'.

"Fine then..let me call them and cancel" you say and he nodded starting to kiss your neck already while you dialed Mikky's number already feeling breathless. He pulled you onto the bed sitting you on his lap while you waited for an answer.

"H..hey Mikky! Sorry I can't come..ugh..t..tonight" you were struggling to talk because Pablo was already sucking on your weak spot and you were desperately trying not to moan.

"What happened sis? You feeling good?" Mikky asked and you wished you could tell her just how ;good' you were feeling right now but instead you caught your breath pushing Pablo back so he stops kissing you.

"Um..yeah! I'm fine but..Pablo..he got a fever..and so I need to stay you know" you lie seeing him smirk and move closer again whispering into your ear.

"Si..I have a fever..but only from how badly I want you right now bebé" he smirked when you hit his shoulder whispering for him to shut up while listening to what Mikky was saying on the phone.

"Well, I hope he feels better. I will see you soon! Have fun!" she said before you both hung up and you have Pablo a challenging look.

"Really!? You couldn't wait for me to lie properly..now she knows I only stayed because you can't keep your hands off me!!" you say and Pablo smirked nodding his head and pulling you back so that you were laying on top of him.

"You're the one who started touching my abs..and grabbing me down there preciosa" he said and you blushed kissing his lips feeling him flip you over and move in between your legs.

"I think we both can't keep our hands to ourselves, huh?" he said and you smile nodding your knowing it was definitely a good decision to stay with your clingyy boyfriend ;))

[lustrexia]

im definitely interested in the Jude and Pablo drabble... please post it😫

tw: nsfw, size kink, hate sex, rivalry, rough oral sex, minors dni.

— “Size does matter” Jude Bellingham and Pablo Gavi

It’s probably not his fault. Not entirely, anyway, it’s just that it’s too obvious. Too noticeable.

Pablo, he means. Barcelona’s golden boy. The title didn’t mean too much to Jude, he already won that award last year, pretty easily so if his ego permitted him to admit. Madrid’s marketing did really go far long, didn’t it?

But that wasn’t really what made Jude feel bad, really. It’s Gavi’s height. And his body. And everything.

It became almost overwhelming to him when he noticed it; Pablo was really small. Hell, he could totally beat him up and the guy wouldn’t stand a chance, but that’s not what he really wants to do with him.

It’s almost funny, Jude notes. He’s so small, but so full of energy and will, it’s like his body was made of seventy percent determination and twenty percent water, albeit one or two percent of that had a little bit of poor emotional regulation.

Maybe that’s what made Gavi so endearing to half of the population. That he wore his heart on his sleeve, that he presented himself quite authentically, just as he was on the interior.

His chest too small for his big heart to fit into. It’s not saying much though, Jude snorts dryly, Gavi was really small. Wasn’t even like the guy was skinny or anything, the barcelonista stole the attention of his eyes plenty of times, his body was toned and his skin seemed just so soft.

But he wasn’t thin at all, even Pedri was way thinner than him.

Maybe he’s overthinking. Obsessed with the entire image of Pablo’s body even. He shouldn’t even be thinking about another man like that, he’s got a career and priorities that he has to take care of, like his younger brother throwing a little bit of a fit because of some girl. Or the fact that he just lost the European Championship to Spain.

He can’t. He can’t stop thinking about it. Because that’s all his male brain spits at him when he sees Pablo at the other side of the stadium, celebrating his win.

Smiling, like he ever did something to deserve that happiness.

He avoids Cole Palmer’s look when the blond straight up ignores his handshake. He’d talk about it later, when his own emotional block stops and he can start actually feeling anything other than ‘void’.

Jude walks just beside the trophy, that’s already decorated with Spain’s ugly colors, just tacky red and yellow. His steps feel heavy, even breathing is hard for him. He can sense his own lungs contracting and letting loose one again.

Losing takes the form of a bitter taste on his tongue. It’s ugly, it’s accompanied of despair and it’s everything he didn’t plan for.

It’s everything that Pablo Gavi isn’t feeling at that moment. He can almost taste the victory from the pretty boy’s mouth, and now he’s getting closer and closer. Jude feels in a trance, he can’t make something of whatever Pablo is saying at him, some bullshit about second place in Spanish, probably.

He doesn’t care. He never cared for what being a madridista meant for the blaugrana men. He’s English, he recognizes that he doesn’t feel the rivalry as his own, but he can empathize with the fear of losing, so there’s that.

And it’s so stupid, how Pablo looks at him triumphant, like this is such an important moment for him, like this means something. Like he’s Cristiano at forty with his career ending right now. He’s not. He’s a talented twenty something with lots of projection for the future. Gavi is a failure of La Masía, injured and barely walking like a normal person.

Jude is getting mad, mainly at himself for not hating the gorgeous boy that’s looking at him through his lashes, teasingly demeaning him with an adorable Spaniard accent. He should be disgusted, should push him to the green hard ground of the field.

He doesn’t. Jude looks at him in the eye, with curiosity, like he’s watching some scientific experiment with a really stupid rat lab, fixating on every move that Gavi makes.

“And you’re second! I can’t believe it! Joder, que te hemos ganado!” He says, his hazel eyes glowing in the artificial light of the stadium.

Jude feels drunk in a bad way, time is slowing down like he smoked something thirty minutes ago and Pablo’s monologue is getting slurred.

He can’t stand it. Not like this. Not with how easy he could grab Pablo’s arm and throw him around like he deserves to. Jude’s sanity is clearly disappearing, he can feel it sliding down his spine, pinching him. Gavi’s densely annoying rich boy accent doesn’t help him either.

It’s not his fault. Pablo is annoyingly pretty, and totally crushable, like some insect he can get rid off easily with the sole of his expensive sneakers. It’s childish, but the need is clearly there.

So he indulges into it, posing his big hand on the back of Pablo’s neck, pushing him to walk forcefully at his side, like they were friends; resembling a bond that was not there, just for the cameras.

He could see how Gavi tensed and changed his facial expression to something a little bit uncomfortable, his eyebrows were almost knitted to each other and his lips formed a nervous curved line.

And it was exactly as he thought so, Gavi was weaker than him, couldn’t fight or back off even he was in serious danger.

“M’sorry” Gavi said, “I was just teasing, it’s just banter, sorry”.

Fucking brat, Jude didn’t respond. He just continued to guide Gavi’s body towards the hallway of the stadium, searching for somewhere more private.

The cameras didn’t even flinch at them disappearing, the public was more focused on celebrating the win or just taking pics of the actual players on the pitch.

Jude scanned through the doors and stairs of the space, finding in some barren corner a door with the ‘storage’ sign in a foreign language. Fucking Germans and their weird wording.

He lowered his hand now that the cameras weren’t looking, placing his calloused fingers on Gavi’s waist. So tiny. Jude heard the other man’s breathing hitch almost whimper airily.

So this was affecting Pablo at the same intensity as it was affecting him. News flash. The insanity of this exclusive situation altered the cute midfielder too.

God, so maddening. He squeezes the curve of his waist, reminding him of how useless fighting back is going to be. Someone of his size couldn’t possibly get him off in a real struggle. Gavi whimpers, biting his lip.

“Whore” He whispers into Gavi’s ear, his hot air hitting him. “I’m going to break you in half”.

He’s almost sure Gavi is pretty entitled and possibly did refuse to learn English in the past, but he can see that he understood what Jude told him right there. His face, now totally bewildered, exploded in pretty pink colors. He was blushing.

They entered the storage room, it was small, closet-like, just enough space for the two of them to breathe in each other’s faces. He pushed Gavi’s body towards the cold surface of some shelf, looking down at him, noticing just how frail he really was.

It made him so hungry. Like he was king starved and now there was a big plate of his favorite meal in front of him, just waiting to be sexually cannibalized on. The air hung heavy on them, the realization of what they were really going to do was now crawling under their skins.

He pushed through it, through whatever this meant for Pablo. It wasn’t his place to care for it, he just had an itch he needed to scratch badly.

“Take your jersey off” he commanded to him, already pissed off at how red looked amazing on Gavi.

White would look more elegant. More classy.

Gavi did, he took off the garment, not breaking eye contact if possible. Venomous.

Jude aggressively took his own jersey off and grabbed Gavi’s neck with just one hand. His long fingers made a good collar for the barcelonista’s neck, pressing lightly. Pablo moaned, his eyes half closed, full of incomprehensible lust.

“Put it on, quickly”.

He released his grip on Pablo’s neck and threw the shirt at him, watched how Gavi’s pathetically small hands trembled while putting the piece of clothing on.

Holy shit.

“¿Qué?” Oh, maybe Jude said that out loud.

“Nothing,” Jude went back to his stoic look, “White looks good on you”.

Pablo’s look, full of empty hatred fueled his own lust. Culé at heart dressed in white. Humiliation must be burning in his stomach.

But Pablo was hard, the tent of his shorts showed him just that. Was he really into the whole being the bitch of a madrid player thing? That was a new low, it made Jude smile.

Gavi was just as pitiable as he thought. Could bark and try to bite as many times as he wanted to, that wouldn’t change the fact that he’s weak in physicality, biologically inferior.

“Get on your knees”.

Jude didn’t wait for Gavi to move, he shoved him down, using little force. Pablo’s little prince hairstyle was now messy, his curls running wild because of the new hot boiling temperature. He was sure Gavi could feel how warm his bulge felt, even when his face was pressed against it with shorts on.

He couldn’t possibly get harder, the view was amazing, Pablo’s face length matched the length of his clothed dick, that Gavi was caressing with his cheek.

“You’re so big, joder, qué pollón” Gavi whispered, and for some reason, Jude thought that would probably be the dirtiest thing that someone could ever be able to say in Spanish.

Goosebumps ran all through his pelvis, electricity burning high. Not wanting to wait any longer, he pulled down his shorts and boxers, his cock jumping back lewdly to his stomach hung heavy.

It’d be impossible for Pablo to take it all in. It was probably like nine inches. Almost as long as his face. He compared the size of his cock to Gavi, pleasantly surprised about how pliant the man was being with someone who was spreading pre cum on his nose and cheek.

“Yeah, fuck that’s it, lick it. That’s what you want, right? Some good dick to keep you calm” He groaned, rubbing the fat tip of his cock into Gavi’s mouth.

Pablo gave his dick kitten licks, almost scared of the girth. It was so thick, Pablo would have to open his mouth completely to take it in.

Jude was not a patient man with people he hooked up with. He opened the other’s lips with his middle finger, forcing him to suck on the metaphorically offensive digit. Once he got tired of the sight of Gavi’s little mouth struggling, he lined up his cock with his mouth, grabbing Pablo by the back of his head.

There was no running back now.

Not when Pablo had his shirt on, looking absolutely oversized on him, with a hard on between his legs just by the proposition of sucking some madridista off in a storage closet.

Slut.

“Wait, no, it’s not going to fi-” Gavi choked on his cock, closed his eyes and tried to get Jude to back off.

He couldn’t. Bellingham was already fucking his mouth now.

Pablo’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue laid flat at the bottom, just taking that dick like he could. His lips were made thicker rounding the thick girth of him, stretching his jaw painfully.

Jude sighed blissfully, the tight feeling felt amazing for him, like he was consumed by a pool of wet heat. Inch by inch, he pushed his cock inside, deeper and deeper, totally fixated on how overwhelmed Pablo appeared below him.

Where he belonged.

Pablo’s little hands rested on his thighs, trying to push him back. Didn’t work, he was already swinging his hips back and forward, chasing the high of Gavi’s mouth.

Gavi was gagging, making choked sounds every second, and his eyes were crossing towards his the bridge of his nose, disassociating a little.

Was he passing out? Jude could not care less. Maybe he’d use his mouth better that way. He looked dumb and out of it regardless.

But now that Gavi’s characteristically present strength was just shining by its absence, Bellingham could force him to deep throat, feeling his nose brush against his lower stomach, making it even harder for him to breathe.

Jude fucked his mouth roughly then, not pulling more than one inch out of his mouth, content on how Gavi’s uvula grazed his cock. The back of his throat felt amazing.

Gavi was struggling, trying to pull back, but Jude didn’t let him, cupping the back of his head forward with his arm.

“Take it, shit, don’t fucking pull back, yes, that’s it, good boy” He praised when Pablo stopped moving his head back.

Tears were forming in Pablo’s eyes. But he didn’t look sad, his honeyed eyes were full of lust, apparently he did have a thing for praise.

Something hot boiled inside of Jude exponentially, growing more and more, tensing the elastic until it was just about to snap.

He was so close. Gavi was now looking up at him, wet lashes, face dirty with pre cum and drool, tears too.

Every time Pablo moaned the vibrations went to his dick, stimulating him more and more. He wasn’t fighting anymore, his arms, like some sex doll, went down, letting Jude do whatever he wanted with his mouth.

Jude let out a grunt, rapidly increasing the rhythm of his hips moving, just abusing Gavi’s mouth. Pablo’s gagging sounds echoed on the walls, lewd symphony that Jude loved.

Loved how this was the right sequence of events that should happen. This was what he needed. To remind Pablo what he was really useful for, instead of some stupid tournament where he didn’t even play.

So, so close, he could almost taste the glory that was robbed out of him before on the pitch.

Jude Bellingham felt his orgasm all through his body and right out of his dick, felt how the cum spilled out of him in the most intense way that he ever experienced. The elastic band snapping inside of him, leaving his legs feeling like jelly.

He rode his climax with his cock bottomed out in Gavi’s mouth, his cum spilling right inside of his throat.

He quickly pulled out of Pablo, letting him finally breathe. The blaugrana player coughed roughly, almost throwing up all of the cum that he had inside of his stomach now, hands resting on the ground, not looking at him. Still coughing, tears came out of his eyes, Gavi was crying.

“Thank you, thank you, mnh” Pablo tried to say, his voice was completely destroyed and he was still almost about to vomit. He didn’t, he swallowed most of Jude’s cum back.

Pablo was a mess, his face full of fluids, puffy eyes and a fucked out expression, he was totally out of it.

Jude pulled his pants back up, grabbed a pen that was on the shelf and wrote his phone number on Gavi’s arm.

He took Pablo’s Spain jersey, put it on, and left him, to be found in that state.

(…)

A/N — Hi! I hope you liked this! I usually don’t write a lot in English because I don’t feel confident enough so I’m really hoping that this felt natural! If you have any feedback please let me know <3

[highdreaming]

Never Again

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Summary: He hurts you during an argument. 

Find more at: Masterlist

Gavi x (female) reader

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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“Stop it, Gavi. I don’t want to talk to you anymore!” you yell, reaching to grab your purse, but Gavi gets in front of you, raising his hands as if to calm you down. 

“Baby, c’mon, I didn’t do anything! She’s just a fan, all she asked for was a hug, nothing more.” Gavi explains, eyebrows scrunched together as you cross your arms.

“Oh yeah? And she also asked for you to give her your number?” you scoff, shaking your head. “Save me the excuses, Gavi. I saw that, so you’re not fooling anyone.” 

You turn around to leave, but your boyfriend captures your wrist, stopping you from leaving. 

“That’s not what it seems, I swear.” 

“I know what I saw, Gavi. Let me go!” you harshly pull your wrist, but Gavi is stronger than you, holding you tight. 

“You have to listen to me! It wasn’t my number, it was Ansu’s cause he liked her.”

“Don’t lie to me! I don’t want to hear it!” 

Both of you pull and tug at your wrist, Gavi’s grip on you getting uncomfortably tighter as you attempt to get away from him. Both of you argue back and forth and Gavi finally snaps, twisting your hand so hard that you cry out in pain. 

“Baby, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Gavi immediately releases your hand and you pull it against your chest, feeling the limb sore from the harsh tugs you’ve been subjected to.

You raise your eyes to Gavi as he stares at you in complete shock. 

“I’m so so sorry, it was a mistake. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear!” he starts apologizing, hesitating in touching you, a remorseful expression painting his face.  

“I know…But you still did it.” you say, wincing as you hand throbs in pain. 

He slowly nods, taking a step back, sucking in a deep breath. 

“You’re right and I’m so sorry for that. I’m a jerk for hurting and I never would intentionally hurt you, I love you too much for that.” he declares, pointing towards your hand. “Can I have a look at that, at least? I just wanna make sure it’s not too serious.”

You slowly nod, and Gavi immediately rushes to your side, hand connecting with yours. 

His fingers rub against the skin, his brown eyes analyzing your wrist before he presses a kiss to it. 

“I don’t think it’s too bad, but we can still go see a doctor.” he says, locking his eyes with you and you realize how much he’s regretting his actions. “I’m genuinely sorry, Y/N. Please say you forgive me.”

“I forgive you, you idiot.” you softly whisper, burying your head in Gavi’s chest. He wraps his arms around you, pressing several kisses to the top of your head. 

“I’m so sorry.” he repeats and you smile to yourself, knowing that he means it. 

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[digitaldiarystuff]

Age Doesn’t Matter (or does it?) Pt. 2

summary: You meet a boy at a club on a night out but realize he looks younger than he says he is

pairing: Pablo Gavi x Y/N

genre: fluff/ smut

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You woke up with a massive hangover and for a second forgot about last night. That was until you picked up your phone to a hundred messages from Pablo, Pablo Gavi.

They started with a slight denial.

“What makes you think that??”

Then got a little freaked out.

“Did someone tell you that?”

And then came the confession.

“Yeah, I am.”

But it didn’t stop there.

“Okay yes I lied but you would never talked to me if you knew, I could sense your panic while asking my age and I freaked out I’m sorry but I didn’t want to blow my chance.”

“Did I blow my chance?”

Then he got agitated.

“Are you going to leave me on delivered for ever?”

“Why aren’t you saying something?”

“Are you asleep?”

You were in shock for most of the texts but him asking if you’re sleeping via text got to you and you started cracking up. He was a little too needy and now that you know you have a 4 year age gap and he’s a football star you just couldn’t continue this. However, his infatuation with you kind of made your heart flutter, he was too sweet and persistent for his own good. One text won’t hurt, you thought.

“Yes, I’m asleep at the moment.” you said and got a response in less than a minute.

“Ha ha very funny, have I told you I have a thing for funny girls?”

“You apparently also have a thing for older girls?” you teased. His age was still a problem.

“Maybe I have a thing for you.” and when you didn’t answer “Look I really am sorry I was just afraid you wouldn’t want anything to do with me if you knew my age.” and another “You know billions of people in relationships have age gaps and they all get along well.”

“Are you only this talkative when you’re sober or did I drink too much last night?”

“Okay I understand I’m not on your best side right now but I’m free tonight if you want to meet and I can show you why age doesn’t matter.”

Your mind went blank for a second and you remembered how his hands and lips made you feel last night, you hadn’t been intimate with anyone for a really long time and to be fair, Pablo looked far more attractive than any guy around you and his text just rose your heartbeat but your obsession with his age was nagging your brain constantly.

“I’m busy” you said terrified about his effect on you.

“Tomorrow?”

“Can’t”

“The day after?”

“Can’t”

He sent a frowny face emoji and you thought it was the end of the conversation. It made you a little sad but you wouldn’t admit it but a few minutes later you got another text.

“What are you doing now?”

You stupidly thought this was just an ice breaker and said you were at home not doing anything.

“Then send me your address” he texted and you realized he wouldn’t give up easily. You mentally slapped yourself but gave him the address anyway. He said he’d be at yours in half an hour which was too little in your opinion, your home was a mess and so were you.

After taking a quick shower you weighed your options about outfits, it should be put together but not too fancy or he’d think you wanted to look good for him, which you did.

Finally you decided on biker shorts and an oversized crewneck. And you also applied some concealer under your eyes and started putting the dishes in your dishwasher and even stuffed all your clothes lying around your room to your closet hoping he wouldn’t snoop in there. Thank god your roommate was at work and you didn’t have to worry about her. As you were finishing up cleaning around the doorbell rang and you took a breath and saw Pablo on the side, your drunk mind didn’t play any games to you and he still was gorgeous. His hair was wet and he had a duffle bag on his shoulder smiling widely at you.

“Hi” he said timidly.

“Hi, come in” you said and let him in. “Were you at training?” you asked given his outfit and bag. He sat down on one side your L shaped sofa and you sat on the opposite side.

“Yeah, I came straight out of practice.”

“So when you texted me”

“Yes I was still on the pitch.” he said giggling.

You loved how much effort he put into just texting you but also hated how it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Would you like to drink anything?” you asked whilst getting up.

“Just water would be fine.” he shrugged and you got 2 bottles giving him one. You hated how your eyes diverted to his biceps while he was grabbing it. He really made this hard for you.

You both took sips and didn’t talk for a moment.

“Look Pablo, I” he cut you off with a kiss. His hands found your cheeks and you reciprocated after a second placing yours on his chest. He backed down after a moment to seize your reaction. But he saw you, eyes closed and enjoying yourself so he kissed you again. This time he was much more confident in his moves, he grabbed your waist and made you straddle him like you weighed nothing, getting you more aroused. Your legs were on both his sides as you never broke the kiss. He then started kissing your chin and neck making his way around your body and you used this opportunity to get rid of his shirt.

His hands held your lower back and you involuntarily rolled your hips against him invitingly. His eyes rolled back for a second and said “Can I?” and you just nodded. He took your hoodie off and saw you weren’t wearing any bra underneath.

“I see you’ve prepared for me.” he cockily smirked and you rolled your eyes but his confidence made you want him even more. He hungrily attacked your breasts with his mouth while you were rocking your hips and pulling the hair on the nape of his neck. You could feel his bulge underneath you growing every second. He then made you lay down on the couch and went for your leggings, looking to your eyes for permission.

“Please” you said in a small voice and were shocked about how needy you were. This was new to you.

He smiled and rolled your leggings down your legs. Suddenly you felt overly exposed and reality hit for a second until he saw you were wearing a burgundy lacy thong, he smiled but kept his mouth shut. You could practically see the lust in his eyes and that made all insecurities disappear. He started toying with the hem of your underwear and you were barely able to wait.

“C’mon Pablo I need you to show me age doesn’t matter.” you whined hoping to get some action and it seemed like it worked. He didn’t even took your thong off just shoved it aside and started to pepper some kisses around your core. He also started to rub your inner thighs and when you were about to complain again, he shushed you with a lick across your folds and all your words disappeared immediately. You forgot how to breathe for a second but Pablo kept on going and going until you were arching your back and screaming his name. After you came, he wanted to give you a moment to catch your breath but he was about to explode if he stopped now. He was a goner as soon as he heard his name roll over your tongue as high pitched moans. He freed his member and started running his hands over it a few times before reaching out his pocket and pulling a condom out, you rolled your eyes again but he smirked and said “I was hoping you’d want me as much as I want you”

He put it on your entrance and checked if you’re okay with this but all you could muster was a nod. You were still seeing clouds because of the orgasm he gave you mere seconds ago. He coated himself with your juices and pushed it in. You yelped at the feeling but he wasn’t going to give you time to adjust as he started thrusting with all his power. All the practice he goes through daily made his stamina another level and his movements never slowed down only sped up and after a while you both became undone.

Both of you were still trying to catch your breaths, his head was on your chest and his arms around your waist. He looked up at you and you melted, he looked like an angel even though he did some devilish stuff to you minutes ago, his eyes were the best brown you’ve ever seen with hints of honey and his post hair sex was even more appealing than his regular hair.

You didn’t say anything but he still understood what you wanted to say and kissed your lips, not like the previous ones fueled by lust, just adoration and you smiled into the kiss realizing maybe age really didn’t matter.

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note: okokok just hear me out, this is the first time i’m ever trying to write smut and i don’t even know what to think but i hope you enjoy it, lmk if you have any ideas

[herstoryheaven]

Pablo Gavira x Reader: You Belong With Me

Prompt: Y/N is conflicted by feelings of uncertainty and doubt in her relationship with Pablo, but his unwavering love provides the reassurance she needs.

Reader: Female

Word count: 1158

Average reading time: 4 min 15 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warning: This story contains themes of self-doubt and insecurity in the context of a romantic relationship. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

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The sun was setting over the Barcelona skyline, casting a golden glow across the city. You stood on the balcony, gazing out at the breathtaking view, but your mind was far from the beauty before you. A soft breeze rustled your hair, and you sighed, lost in thought.

“Amore, what’s wrong?” Pablo’s voice was gentle as he joined you on the balcony, his hand finding yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

You forced a smile. “Nothing, really.”

He raised an eyebrow, not buying it. “You’ve been quiet all evening. I know something’s bothering you.”

You looked down, the words catching in your throat. “It’s silly.”

“Nothing you feel is silly to me,” he said softly, his thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. “Tell me.”

You took a deep breath. “I just… I don’t feel like I belong here, with you. In your world. It’s so different from mine.”

He turned to face you, his expression serious, yet tender. “Why would you think that?”

You shrugged, trying to keep your emotions in check. “Look at you, Pablo. You’re confident, talented, surrounded by people who adore you. And then there’s me. I’m just… ordinary.”

His eyes softened as he cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and warm. “Amore, you are anything but ordinary. You’re the one who makes my world brighter, who understands me like no one else does. You belong here with me, more than anyone.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let you. “You don’t have to say that.”

“But I mean it,” he insisted, his voice full of sincerity. “You’re my princesa. My everything. Without you, none of this would mean anything.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears. “It’s just hard sometimes. Seeing all these people around you, wondering if I’m enough.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. “Amore you are more than enough. Everything about you is just perfect, exactly as you are. There's no need to change a single thing. Every day, I feel incredibly grateful for who you are and everything you bring into my life."

You buried your face in his chest, letting his warmth and words soothe your insecurities. “I love you too, Pablo.”

He kissed the top of your head, his embrace tightening. “We’re in this together, amore. Always.”

You tilted your head up, and he met your gaze, his eyes full of love and promise. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss that made your heart swell. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, sending shivers down your spine.

As you pulled back slightly, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours. “I love seeing you smile. It’s my favorite sight in the world.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, feeling the warmth of his words spread through you. “You’re impossible.”

“Maybe,” he agreed, his lips brushing against yours in another kiss, this time deeper and more lingering. “But I’m yours.”

For a while, the two of you stood there in comfortable silence, holding each other as the sky turned from gold to deep orange, then purple. The city’s lights began to twinkle, creating a magical backdrop. Yet, despite the beauty surrounding you, doubts still lingered in your mind.

“Pablo,” you began hesitantly, “do you ever wonder if we’re too different? If this… us… can really work?”

He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes with a serious expression. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, voice trembling. “Sometimes I feel like I’m just an ordinary girl in this extraordinary life of yours. Like I’ll never be enough to keep up with everything you are.”

His face softened with understanding, and he took your hands in his. “Princesa, listen to me. I chose you. Out of everyone in the world, it’s you I want by my side. Not because you’re some perfect image of what you think I need, but because you’re you. I love your kindness, your strength, the way you make me laugh, and the way you understand me. You ground me, and that’s more important than anything else.”

You blinked back tears, feeling the sincerity in his words. “But what if I can’t live up to that?”

“You already do,” he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down your cheek. “Every single day. And even on the days when you don’t see it, I do. I see how much you care, how much you try. And that’s all I could ever ask for.”

You sniffled, a small smile breaking through. “I just don’t want to let you down.”

“You could never let me down,” he said firmly. “We’re in this together, remember? We’ll face everything, good and bad, side by side. And I promise, I’ll always be here to remind you of how incredible you are.”

Before you could respond, he captured your lips in a passionate kiss, pouring all his love and reassurance into it. His hands cradled your face, fingers gently threading through your hair. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours.

“I love you,” he murmured, his voice soft and filled with emotion. “More than words can say.”

“I love you too, Pablo,” you whispered back, your heart swelling with a mix of love and relief.

He smiled, that boyish grin that always melted your heart. “Come on, let’s go inside. I made dinner.”

You laughed softly, feeling the tension drain from your body. “You cooked?”

“Okay, maybe I ordered from your favorite place,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “But it’s the thought that counts, right?”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “It definitely is.”

He led you back inside, his hand never leaving yours. The apartment was filled with the delicious aroma of your favorite dishes, and you felt a warmth settle in your chest. As you sat down to eat, Pablo kept the conversation light, making you laugh with his stories and silly jokes.

After dinner, he pulled you onto the couch, snuggling close as you watched a movie. His fingers traced gentle patterns on your arm, and you leaned into his embrace, feeling more content than you had in a long time.

“See?” he murmured against your hair. “We’re perfect together.”

You smiled, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “Yeah, we are.”

As the night wore on, you fell asleep in his arms, the doubts and insecurities melting away. With Pablo by your side, you knew you could face anything. And as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear, you realized that you truly did belong in his world, just as he belonged in yours.

In that moment, wrapped in each other’s love and warmth, everything felt right. The future might hold challenges, but together, you were unstoppable. And that was all that mattered.

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[pabloqavi]

mastermind

summary. you are a famous singer who knows what they want so when in an interview you are asked about your celebrity crush you are quick to announce to the world that there's only one man in your heart, he just doesn't know you exist ! genre. fluff ! pairing. gavi x singer!reader !

voguespain & yourusername

head over to our youtube channel to watch yourusername telling us her beauty secrets and answering some questions

yourusername thank you for having me 🤍

iheartyn SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY OH MY GOD

30gavi6 no way her crush is gavi

pedrigavi68 SHE SUPPORTS BARÇA !!??

pedri 👀 pablogavi

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"hello lovelies, i'm yn and today i'm gonna be telling you my beauty secrets while answering some questions" you smile to the camera while getting all your makeup out.

"okay first question, what's my favourite city i've visited? oh that's easy i love new york but barcelona is where i grew up so can't compete with that" you say as you start applying your moisturiser.

"my first secret is i hydrate my face everyday in the morning and night, no matter if i wear makeup or not, you have to take care of your skin" you smile at the camera.

"next question" you start applying your concealer "what's the inspiration behind your last album? oh my god that's a good one. usually i write songs about things that happen to me but most of the time my songs are about fake scenarios i think about before falling asleep" you laugh

"okay guys this is my best kept makeup secret, before applying your setting powder slightly massage it on your hand so you don't apply it on excess" you tell the camera while doing it.

...

"okay now that my makeup is ready we are gonna answer just one more question" you smile "who's your celebrity crush? oh god this is so embarrassing, okay so i'm a big culer ever since i was little and there's this new player that i can't lie has been on my mind for quite a time now" you feel your cheeks heat up "he is of course pablo gavi" you say quickly before saying your goodbyes and finishing the video.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

pablo's pov

training was finally over and all of us were quickly heading to the showers so we could get home soon.

"ey gavi have you seen this" pedri passes me his phone as i get back to the locker room drying my hair with a towel.

"seen what?" you hear someone ask in the background.

"who's your celebrity crush? oh god this is so embarrassing, okay so i'm a big culer ever since i was little and there's this new player that i can't lie has been on my mind for quite a time now. he is of course pablo gavi" you see a brunette girl saying to a camera.

"has the baby got a girlfriend?" you distantly hear ferran yelling before feeling all of the guys joining him.

"dont be stupid, text her" pedri tells you before clapping your back and taking back his phone. soon enough you have your phone out and have already followed her back.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

pablogavi followed you back

[pablogavi]: hey!

[yourusername]: hi so you've seen the interview haven't you?

[pablogavi]: yeah 😊 my friend pedri showed me the clip😂

[pablogavi]: just wanted to say that you're like really pretty and maybe you wanted to go out or something

[pablogavi]: not as a date

[pablogavi]: well unless you wanted to go out as a date

[pablogavi]: is okay if you don't want to or can't btw

[yourusername]: of course i want to go out

[yourusername]: it's a date then😉

[pablogavi]: great 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

yourusername

barcelona has never been this pretty🤍

pablogavi 🥰🥰❤️❤️

pedri where's my thank you for being the matchmaker????

pablogavi shut up

iheartyn BARCELONA SHOW SOON !??

yourusername 🤐🤐🤐

iheartyn OH MT FOS YOU RWPLIED I LOVE YOU

30gavi6 IS THAT GAVI OMG

[pedrithink]

not a secret ✩ pablo gavi

summary: where everyone is fed up because you and gavi don't admit you're dating, but you don't hide the fact that you're together either.

face claim: ana pelayo

ynusername

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ynusername hot summer

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user1 gavi is already hereeeee

user2 no but she’s so pretty

user3 gavi is so lucky i just CANTTTR

user4 @user3 THEY ARE BOTH SO LUCKY ARGHHHH

user5 I JUST WANT CUTE PICS OF U BOTHHHH

user6 @user5 someone tell them to say they’re dating

user7 @user5 they are obviously secretly dating

user8 CUTEEEE

ynusername

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ynusername :)

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user9 pretty sure that gavi is the one taking the pictures

user10 sometimes i think them hiding their relationship was their way to prevent haters from complain about them

user11 @user10 more than haters, people being entitled to their relationship.

user12 there’s nothing wrong with them having their relationship privately from social media,,,, like, respect them and their decision.

user13 @user12 yeah, exactly!! their lives are already in the spotlight all the time. give them a bReAk.

user14 @user12 rightttt.

user15 wow she’s so pretty!! hope they are happy together.

pablogavi

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pablogavi 💙❤️

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user16 we learned football with you

user17 YN IS HEREEEEE

user18 @user17 it's sad that we celebrate a LIKE from them

user19 @user17 a like is the ONLY thing we have 💔

user20 miss you

user21 YN HIIIIIIIII

user22 that should be me

user23 WARRIORRRR

NOW: Pablo Gavi celebrates La Liga title with teammates and girlfriend

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user24 dude just said what he'd been hiding for a year and left

user25 araújo is simply the BEST, thank you for everything captain!

user26 @user25 he gave us what we most wanted to hear in the simplest way possible

user27 @user25 there's simply no one above him

user28 it’s so funny how they hid their relationship for a year and at the same time didn't hide it, they just didn't talk about it.

user29 “NOW I HAVE BOTH OF THEM” LIKE WHAAAAT

user30 he just said that and left like it was nothing

user31 i love how he revealed his relationship

pablogavi

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pablogavi pretty summer

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ynusername :) te quiero.

pablogavi @ynusername te quiero mucho más.

user31 @ynusername AND I LOVE YOU BOTH

user32 @ynusername OMGGGGGGF

user33 IM LIKE SO HAPPY RN

user34 they both look so good

user35 adorable couple

user36 i hope they are enjoying their vacation

user37 y/n is absolutely gorgeous, omg!!!!!!!!!

user38 @user37 LIKE FR

user39 @user37 FR???????? they are both so pretty

user40 is it normal to envy y/n? they are very cute 😭💔

user41 “PRETTY SUMMER” LIKE OK WE GOT U

[httpsdana]

Heyyy I love how you write stories so good.. I would like to request a Pablo Gavi x reader where Pablo prank the reader by making her jealous and all.. Then the reader is so upset until she broke down in tears in the bathroom (idk if it's dramatic or not but OH WELL AHAHA) minutes later Pablo start felling bad about his prank and he find her and comfort her more...

Thank you💘

Prank Gone Wrong~Pablo Gavi

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

i saw someone had already requested the same idea so I'm just gonna write one of them. i hope you enjoy this one <3

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y/n and Pablo had always enjoyed playful banter. His teasing nature was something y/n loved, even if it sometimes drove her crazy. Today, however, Gavi decided to up his game, planning a prank that he thought would be harmless fun.

The two of them were spending the afternoon at a cozy café near his place. The atmosphere was warm and inviting, the perfect spot for a lazy day together.

y/n was sipping on her iced coffee, enjoying the conversation, when Pablo’s eyes suddenly darted toward the door.

“Hey, look at that girl who just walked in,” he said, nodding toward a pretty brunette who had just entered the café.

She was dressed comfortably, a book in her hand and headphones around her neck. She seemed like the quiet type of girl, the one that always attracted boys.

y/n glanced over, noticing the girl but not thinking much of it.

“Yeah, she’s cute,” she replied, turning back to her drink.

Gavi leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he decided to start his prank.

“You know, I ran into her a few days ago at the park,” he said casually.

“We talked for a bit, and she mentioned she’d love to grab a coffee sometime.”

y/n looked at him, her brows furrowing slightly. “Oh? That’s… nice.”

He could see the hint of unease in her eyes, but he pressed on, keeping his tone serious.

“Yeah, she’s really sweet. I was actually thinking of taking her up on that offer. Maybe this weekend.”

y/n's heart skipped a beat. Was he serious? She searched his face for any sign that he was joking, but Gavi’s expression remained perfectly neutral, as if he were discussing the weather.

“Wait, what?” she asked, her voice quieter than before. “You’re… you’re going to have coffee with her?”

Gavi shrugged, trying to maintain his act. “I mean, why not? She seemed really interested. Besides, it’s just coffee, right?”

The words hit her like a ton of bricks. She knew Gavi was friendly with everyone, but this felt different, like he was genuinely interested in her. The thought of him wanting to spend time with another girl, especially when he sounded so serious, made y/n's chest tighten.

“But… I thought we were spending time together this weekend,” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to keep it together.

Gavi noticed the change in her tone and realized that she was starting to take his prank seriously. Part of him wanted to end it right there, but another part thought maybe she’d catch on soon, and they could both laugh about it.

“I mean, we can still hang out,” he said, pretending to be nonchalant.

“I just thought it might be fun to get to know her a bit more.”

That was the last straw. Tears welled up in y/n's eyes as the reality of what he was saying sank in. She couldn’t believe he would actually want to spend time with another girl, even if it was just coffee. The hurt was overwhelming, and she felt a lump form in her throat, making it hard to breathe.

“I… I need to go to the bathroom,” she managed to say quickly, her voice cracking as she quickly stood up, trying to escape before the tears spilled over.

Gavi’s eyes widened in alarm as he watched his girlfriend walk away, the reality of what he had done hitting him hard.

This wasn’t the reaction he had expected. He thought she’d catch on, maybe roll her eyes at him or playfully shove him, but seeing her so upset, he realized he had taken the prank too far.

“Wait, cariño!” he called after her, but she was already out of sight, heading straight to the bathroom.

y/n locked herself in a stall, tears streaming down her face as she tried to make sense of what just happened. The idea that Gavi might actually be interested in someone else tore at her heart. She knew that she shouldn’t jump to conclusions, but the way he had said it, so casually, so seriously, had shattered her confidence.

Meanwhile, Gavi rushed to the bathroom, panic rising in his chest. He had to fix this, and fast. He stood outside the door, not wanting to intrude but desperate to make things right.

“Amor, please come out,” he pleaded, his voice thick with guilt. “It was just a joke. I didn’t mean it. I swear.”

Inside, y/n heard his voice, but the pain in her chest was too overwhelming to respond. She tried to calm herself down, taking deep breaths, but the tears kept coming.

She wanted to believe him, but it hurt too much.

Gavi knocked gently on the door, his heart aching at the thought of his girl crying because of him.

“Please, let me in. I’m so sorry. I was just messing around, I didn’t think you’d take it seriously.”

After a moment, she slowly unlocked the door and opened it just a crack, revealing her wet face. The sight of her broke Gavi’s heart, and he immediately pushed the door open wider, pulling her into his arms.

“I’m so, so sorry,” he whispered, holding her tightly as she cried against his chest.

“I was just trying to prank you, I didn’t mean any of it. I only have eyes for you, I promise.”

y/n looked up at him, tears still streaming down her face.

“You really scared me,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I thought you wanted someone else…”

Gavi’s expression softened, and he cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs.

“Never,” he said firmly. “I could never want anyone else. You’re everything to me. I love you, and I’m so sorry for being an idiot.”

y/n sniffled, feeling the sincerity in his words as the tension in her chest began to ease.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

“Just… please don’t joke about that again. It really hurt.”

Gavi nodded, his heart heavy with guilt. “I won’t. I swear. I never want to make you feel like this again.”

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, holding her body close as they both took a moment to breathe, letting the hurt fade away. After a few minutes, y/n pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a small, but genuine smile.

“So… this weekend, just us?” she asked, a hint of playfulness returning to her voice.

Gavi grinned, relieved to see her smiling again. “Just us,” he confirmed. “No pranks, I promise.”

y/n laughed softly, the warmth returning to her heart as she leaned into his embrace.

“Okay, good. But you’re making it up to me with a movie night. My choice.” she warned him

“Deal,” Pablo said, pulling her closer and kissing the top of her head.

“Anything for you, mi amor. Anything.”