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be my valentine? - barca boys

summary: how lamine yamal, pablo gavi, pedro gonzalez, pau cubarsi, and hector fort would ask you to be their valentine. masterlist warnings: suggestive.

You’ve been in a ‘talking stage’ with Lamine for the past two or three months. You had been friends as kids when he still lived in Rocafonda, you grew apart a little with age, but you’ve gotten closer again after starting high school.

You guys are in the same literature and mathematics classes, so you often give him notes or go to his place to help him with homework. He’s very sweet, he looks at you like you’re a beautiful girl, not some piece of meat, he’s always giving you little gifts and things too. You’ve gotten to know his mother better and met his little brother, Keyne. His papá seems to like you too on the few occasions you’ve met him.

Tonight, you’ve come over to help him with some of the literature homework. You’re laying on his bed, paper and books in front of you as you explain the concept it as best you can, when his mamá, Sheila, puts her head in the door, speaking to you with a warm, motherly smile.

“Hola, Y/N. ¿Te gustaría quedarte a cenar (would you like to stay for dinner)?” Lamine watches you intently, waiting for your reply, almost as if this was planned… although, you didn’t notice that. “Sí, Le enviaré un mensaje de texto a mi mamá y le preguntaré. Gracias señorita Ebana (yes, i’ll text my mamá and ask. thank you miss ebana).” you smile back. Sheila nods and leaves the room again, shutting the door.

You and Lamine go back to doing the homework, although he seems more nervous and less focused than before. “Are you alright?” you frown, noticing that he has been staring at your face and not the book for the past two minutes. He blinks and looks away, a little flushed. “Sí, sí, sorry. I just… zoned out.” You give him a sceptical look but nod. “Vale. Now, back to page 167 (okay)…”

The two of you continue reading and writing until Sheila comes back to say dinner’s ready. When you get to the table, Lamine makes sure to pull your chair out for you and hand you your plate first. Sheila giggles behind her hand as she watches her son, clearly in on something you’re not, so you’re confused for a moment, but then move on. The table is fairly quiet, aside from Keyne chattering away in his high chair. With no siblings at home, you find it very entertaining and help him with a few spoonfuls of the spiced and seasoned rice, watching and laughing at him as he goes. Sheila watches on with a smile, grinning at the secret plan Lamine had made with her, but also at you and Keyne interacting.

After dinner, you help to clear the table and do a few of the dishes with Sheila, Lamine watching on with love in his eyes from the living room floor as he half plays with Keyne, and half admires you and how well you and his mamá are getting on. Once the dishes are done, you go and sit next to Lamine on the floor again.

“You wanna keep going on the homework?” he asks. You nod and head back to his bedroom. He tells you that he needs the bathroom and that he’ll be in in a minute. When he reenters, you’re sitting on his bed, and he has his hands behind his back, holding something. You frown in confusion and laugh, watching him as he smiles back nervously at you. “What?” you laugh. Lamine takes a deep breath and moves his hands from behind his back. In one hand is a bouquet of long-stem red roses, and in the other, is a small, navy-blue, velvet box. Your eyebrows immediately rise in surprise and your eyes go from the roses to his anxious, but hopeful face. When you don’t immediately take them, he pushes them towards you a little more, you snap out of the haze that is those beautiful brown eyes of his and take the flowers and jewellery box.

You smile at him before opening the box, inside is one of the most beautiful necklaces you’ve ever seen. It’s (gold/silver) the colour he knows you prefer, a small iridescent opal pendant hanging from it. Inside the box, is also a small note.

“Be my valentine?” in Lamine’s signature neat, although slightly crooked, handwriting.

You laugh shakily and cover your mouth, staring at it for a second before putting the bouquet and necklace down on the bed and standing up to hug him. You rest your head on your shoulder, and whisper out your answer. “Yes, yes of course I’ll be your valentine.” he grins and tilts your head up. “¿Puedo besarte (can i kiss you)?” you nod, and a few moments later, those gorgeous plush lips of his are on yours. You pull away a few seconds later and laugh, still close, your forehead resting against his, looking into his eyes once more.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?” “Saying yes.” the taller boy smiles. You laugh, shaking your head slightly, “Of course I said yes. I’d be an idiot not to.”

Lamine pulls away and reaches for the box on the bed once more, he takes it out and gestures for you to turn it around. You feel the cool, delicate (gold/silver) on your neck and his fingers carefully doing up the clasp behind you.

That night, you have your first sleepover together, and cuddle in bed most of the night, deciding homework can wait until tomorrow.

You’ve never had a Valentine before. Yep, 20 years old and not a single Valentine. So it’s kind of crazy that you’re first ever one will be the Pablo Gavi.

You didn’t think he’d ask you, considering you were dating and it was probably just assumed, but alas, you arrived home from the grocery shopping to find a whole display of flowers, balloons and various other things on the dining room table, a proud Pablo standing next to it.

You laugh in shock, almost dropping the grocery bag in surprise. Instead, you deposit it onto the kitchen counter and go over to him. Grinning his usual wide smile, he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you passionately for a good while, but when he gets distracted and his kisses start trailing down your neck, you laugh and pull away, bringing his head back up again. “Save that for later, amor.” He chuckles and presents the table to you properly. You take a closer look and there are multiple bottles of your favourite perfume and skincare products. There’s no makeup as always as Pablo refuses to buy it for you because he thinks you look even prettier without it. Dotted around are multiple bags, Dior, Mercadona, Victoria’s Secret (you can hardly imagine what he’s picked out from there), shoes, and a new dress, with flowers all around the place, and a big sign in the middle of the table.

“Will you be my Valentine?”

You laugh, just taking it all in. “What kind of question is that? Who else’s would I be?”

He shrugs and kisses you again. “Is that a yes then?” you roll your eyes and laugh for what feels like the millionth time.

“Of course, mi amor. Siempre, sí (forever, yes).”

Once more, that cheeky grin appears on his face. You squeak when you’re lifted up the waist, legs automatically wrapping around his waist. As he carries you past the table, he picks up the Victoria’s Secret bag, making a beeline for the bedroom.

You met when you were seven, while playing football out in the schoolyard on one of your first days at your new school in Tegueste, after moving from Lanzarote, another Canarian Island, the closest one to Spain. You were quite a good wee player, but were met with the ground after being tripped by another boy, who looked about your age. Your bottom lip had wobbled as you looked at your now-skinned hands. The boy, looking as guilty as if he’d killed you, crouched down in front of you.

“Lo siento mucho. Lo prometo, no fue mi intención. ¿Estás bien (i’m so sorry. i promise i didn’t mean to. are you okay)?” he had asked tentatively. You sniffed and nodded. Your eyes had gone back to his face, and he had spoken up again.

“Puedo besarlo mejor por ti. Eso es lo que hace mi mamá cada vez que me lastimo (i can kiss it better for you. that's what my mami does whenever i get hurt).” Almost immediately, you nodded once more and held your hands out to him. The boy had pressed a small kiss to each of your palms.

“¿Está todo mejor ahora (is it all better now)?” “En realidad no, pero duele menos. Quizás seas mágico (not really, but it hurts less. maybe you’re magic).”

“Tal vez (maybe),” he smiled and helped you up, “Soy Pedri. Bueno, Pedro, pero todos me dicen Pedri porque soy pequeño y el otro Pedro es grande (i'm pedri. well, pedro, but everyone calls me pedri because i'm little, and other pedro is big).” he introduced, gesturing to a much larger boy across the yard. “¿Cómo te llamas (what’s your name)?” Pedri asked as he helped you up from the floor. “Y/N. ¿Quieres que seamos amigos? Soy nuevo y no tengo ninguno (do you want to be friends? i'm new, and i don't have any).” He nodded and you guys wandered off, back towards the classroom, as the bell had gone.

And that’s how you met your boyfriend, best friend, and love of your life.

Having been there for each other through the highs and lows, you two are closer than anyone else either of you know. No longer seven and clueless, the pair of you are curled up in bed, the rain pouring outside, you reading, Pedri on his phone beside you. There was a peaceful silence, besides the sound of rain on the windows and the occasional paper sound coming from your book.

You turn the page and something falls out, sliding into your lap. Confused, you pick it up, what is it but a pressed white rose and a note? “Be my valentine?” you laugh and look up at Pedri, who’s watching you with a raised eyebrow, waiting. Grinning, you lean across the bed a little, connecting, before pulling away and murmuring against his lips, “Most certainly, I’ll be your Valentine. Considering you’ve been asking since we were 15, do you really even have to ask anymore.” “Yes, I do, because I know it makes you feel special, it makes me feel important, and it actually improves the general romantic-ness of our relationship,” he says firmly, but with a soft, signature Pedri smile.

“Woah, alright. And thank you, it’s very sweet.” you press another kiss to his lips, expecting just a peck, but very quickly, his tongue is in your mouth and you’ve been pulled to straddle his lap. “I have a few more Valentine’s gifts for you, don’t worry.” Pedri says with a smirk and hungry glint in his eye. You know you’re in for a long night, but aren’t at all mad about it.

You had been sitting in second-period Science, right before lunch, when one of the receptionists from the front office came into the classroom, asking you to pack up your things and come with her. Confused, you did so, trailing behind the older woman, back to the main office. Standing there in the office is a faux-distraught-looking Pau, claiming to be your cousin, needing to pick you up early as there’s been a family emergency. Behind her back, you cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.

A few minutes later, and you’re all signed out and walking out to the carpark with Pau. “You know, you can’t just pull me out of school whenever you want, right? Our ‘grandma’ can only die so many times.” you laugh. He just shrugs and intertwines his hand with yours. “Oh well. I’m taking you on a date.” “A date? At 11.45 in the morning?” “Sí. We’re having a picnic on the beach,” he announces proudly. “On the beach, huh? So all the sand can get in our food? Delightful.” you laugh, he whacks your arm.

“Calla, it’s meant to be romantic (shut up).” Pau teases back, unlocking his car and opening the passenger door for you. “Princesa.” You roll your eyes at the nickname. Most boyfriends would use it in a cute way, their “princesa,” but no, not your boyfriend. Pau just uses it to tease you. He makes a dramatic gesture of it, helping you in by taking your hand and everything. You keep forgetting he has free reign to drive you guys anywhere now. So maybe random Friday lunch dates after a long week will become a more regular occurrence.

The drive to the beach is fairly short, and most of the way there, you just give Pau the rundown on this week’s school gossip. It’s sunny and warm today, good weather for a picnic. Turns out, Pau’s version of a picnic is a salad and water for him, a sandwich and a lemonade for you, eaten on the tailgate of the car, however, to look out onto the beach while you eat, the car has to be reverse parked.

Pau is awful at reverse/parallel parking, and only just barely passed it on his test, so, while it is a little illegal, you always do it for him. It’s funny, you’re only studying, don’t even have your proper license, and can drive a lot better than him in many ways. Once the car is successfully parked, you both get out, opening the boot and sitting in it, cuddling close to each other.

You both sit in silence for a while, eating and drinking, until Pau randomly speaks up once more.

“You know how you left your phone at mine the other day?”

You suddenly feel a little nervous. “Yeah..?”

Pau grins. “Wanna explain why you have over 500 saved edits of me on TikTok?”

You’re quite tempted to die of embarrassment. Literally, mortified. He takes immense pleasure in your pink face.

“We can do it like that… if you want to.”

You almost don’t want to ask. “Do what like what?” “Do you want it from the back, with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to?” He says with a suggestive smirk, quoting the audio of the most recent edit you’ve saved, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

“Shut up,” you mutter, slumping down further. But he doesn’t shut up. Doesn’t even think about it, and 20 minutes later, you find yourself topless, laying in the boot of the car, Pau having put the backseats down for a rather messy makeout, like the good, horny teenagers you are. He lays next to you, both of you breathless. For a good few moments, the only sound that is heard in the car is both of you panting. “You know, I actually brought us out here for the ‘romantic’ date to ask you to be my Valentine,” he says. “Really? Well, the answer is yes.” you chuckle breathily, sitting up.

“How am I meant to go back to school, looking live I’ve been mauled by a dog after going to ‘say goodbye to our grandma with my cousin.’?” casually, you laugh, but Pau’s face is far from amused. “No way in hell are you going back to school. We’re going straight to my bed, mi amor.” You giggle and he finally laughs too. “Alright. Maybe we should try your suggestion from earlier.”

His grin only grows.

Right now, you’re laying on your boyfriend of three years after yet another long day of uni. The silence had been comfortable as he gently scratched his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead over and over again, in fact, you were almost asleep. But your half-dozed-off state is interrupted when Héctor speaks up.

“Can you look at my foot?” “What?” “My foot.” you just stare at him for a moment.

“Your foot?” you repeat, slower. He nods as if that was a perfectly normal request.

“Why exactly?” “Because it hurts and you’re training to become a physio.” After staring at him for a moment longer, you sigh and relent, moving to crouch at the end the chaise of the couch, pulling off his sock. “Do you not have professional physios for this?” “Yeah, but I like you better.” Inspecting his foot, you frown. “There’s nothing wrong with it.” “Yes, because it’s the other one.” You pull off his right sock instead, and your eyes widen.

“Héctor Fort García, what did you do?!” you gasp, glancing up to his face, which had the biggest grin on it. On the inside of his right foot, are your initials and birthday, as well as your anniversary date, all written in your handwriting.

“Got another tattoo.” “I can see that. Why that, and why there?”

“Because that’s the foot I score goals with. So now, every goal I score, every pass, every tackle, every run, is dedicated to you, like you’re there helping me kick, in thought, of course.”

You watch him in surprise for a moment before laughing in disbelief and coming back up to kiss him and give him a hug.

“Estás loco (you’re crazy).”

“Sólo para ti, mi amor (only for you, my love).” he laughs back, pressing yet another kiss to your nose.

You lay together in silence for a moment, before Héctor speaks up again.

“If you couldn’t tell, this was a very long way of asking you to be my Valentine?”

“Yeah, alright.” you laugh. You two are always laughing when you’re together, because there’s always something to laugh about. Whether it be Héctor messing up an English word, or you spilling something all over yourself, you both find humour in everything.

“Just, ‘alright’?” he sniggers, shoving you a little.

“What would you prefer I say then, hm?”

“How about a ‘Yes, please, dear boyfriend that just got my name and birthday permanently tattooed on his body.’?” “Mmmm… I think I’ll stick with ‘Yeah, alright.’” you tease, which earns his fingers under your arms, tickling you until you slide off the couch and are crying tears of laughter.

a/n: i wanted to do one for marc, but it was last and i genuinely had no ideas 😭 so i'd be happy to add it later if anyone has some requests or suggestions?

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afterglowsainz · 5 months ago

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dancing with our hands tied pt. 2 | pablo gavi

part 1

summary: after pablo’s plans to get back with your friend failed, the line between friendship and something more begins to blur

fc: jenna ortega

a/n: happy halloween! 👻 (i was actually giggling and kicking my feet while writing this)

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pablogavi crazy how all the animals are your twins

yourusername oh look at him he’s got jokes!

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username so … i might’ve learned something about myself today

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pablogavi and you ❤️

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jude5bellingham · 1 year ago

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imsg ౨ৎ pablo gavi

pairing : pablo gavi x reader

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dearstvckyx · 14 days ago

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Are We Too Young For This? - Gavi

At 19, Gavi and his girlfriend face an unexpected pregnancy, fearing they’re too young for this. His mother is disappointed but ultimately supports them, reminding them they’re not alone. - The Neighbourhood , Softcore

Gavi x GF!Reader

Warnings: Teen Pregnancy(?)

The Neighbourhood Lyrics Masterlist - ⌂

The bathroom felt too small, too quiet, too suffocating. She gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white as she stared at the test in her shaking hands. Two pink lines.

Pregnant.

Her stomach twisted violently, a mix of fear and disbelief crashing over her in waves. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not when she and Gavi were barely figuring out adulthood themselves. They were just kids—nineteen, barely twenty.

A shaky breath left her lips. “Are we too young for this?” She asked herself.

The question sat heavily in the air, unanswered.

She didn’t know how long she stood there before she heard the front door open. Footsteps—quick and familiar—echoed down the hall, and then, his voice.

“Amor?” Gavi called, his tone laced with confusion. “Why didn’t you answer my texts?”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Then, he stepped into the doorway, his brown eyes locking onto hers immediately. His brows furrowed at her expression—pale face, wide eyes, hands gripping something so tightly that her fingers shook.

His gaze dropped to the test in her hands.

His breath hitched. “No jodas…”

Silence.

Then, his voice—quieter, disbelieving. “Are you serious?”

She swallowed hard, her throat dry. “Yeah.”

Gavi’s lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He took a step back like he needed more space, like the air had just been knocked out of his lungs.

Pregnant.

He was going to be a father. His heart pounded in his chest. This wasn’t something they had ever talked about, at least not seriously. They were still kids themselves—he was only nineteen, still trying to make a name for himself in football, still trying to figure out life.

He ran a hand through his hair, his breathing uneven. “I—” He stopped, trying to collect his thoughts. “Fuck.”

Tears welled in her eyes at his reaction, at the panic on his face that mirrored her own. “I know,” she whispered. “I don’t know what to do, Pablo.”

His head snapped up at her voice, at the vulnerability in it. For as scared as he was, he could only imagine what she felt. She was the one actually carrying this—literally, emotionally, everything.

His hands instinctively reached for hers, squeezing them gently even though his own were trembling. “Hey, look at me,” he said softly. When she did, he exhaled, nodding as if convincing himself at the same time. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

Her voice wavered. “But we’re so young.”

“I know.”

“What if we’re not ready?”

“I don’t know.”

“What if—”

“Cariño.” His voice was firmer now, steady despite the storm inside him. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.”

She searched his face, looking for doubt, but found none. Just fear—fear that mirrored her own—but also determination.

Then, reality crashed in. His mother.

Her breath hitched. “Your mom is going to kill us.”

Gavi froze. “Mierda.”

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She had been right.

Gavi’s mother, had barely spoken since they broke the news to her. Her arms were crossed, her expression unreadable, and that was somehow worse than if she had been outright angry.

Gavi sat beside her on the couch, hands clasped together, bouncing his leg restlessly. She sat stiffly next to him, waiting for his mother to say something—anything.

Finally, his mother inhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose. “¿Cómo ha pasado esto, Pablo?”

Gavi winced at her tone. “Mom…”

“No, en serio.” She shook her head. “You’re nineteen. You barely know how to take care of yourself, and now you’re going to take care of a baby?”

Gavi tensed. “I know how serious this is.”

“Do you?” She pressed. “This isn’t just about you anymore. This is a child, Pablo. A life that depends on you.

His jaw tightened. “I know, mamá.”

His mother sighed, rubbing her temple. Then, her sharp eyes turned to the girl sitting beside him, and her expression softened just slightly. “¿Y tú, mi niña? ¿Comp te sientes?”

She swallowed hard. “Scared,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Her features softened even more. She exhaled slowly, then stood up, walking over to the girl who looked on the verge of tears. Without another word, she pulled her into a tight hug. That was all it took. Her walls crumbled, and the tears finally spilled over as she clung to Gavi’s mother, overwhelmed by everything—fear, relief, uncertainty.

She whispered soothing words, rubbing her back. “Shh, está bien, mi amor. I know it’s scary. I know it’s not what you planned. But you won’t do this alone, okay?”

Gavi watched, his chest tightening at the sight. He had expected yelling, disappointment, but instead, his mother was offering comfort—something he hadn’t even realized he needed, too.

After a long moment, Gavi’s mother pulled back, looking between them. “I’m disappointed,” she admitted. “But I’m not going to abandon you. This baby is coming, and we are going to make sure you’re ready for them. Entendido?”

Both of them nodded, wiping their eyes.

Gavi let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Gracias, mamá.”

Letting a sigh out, she then smacked the back of his head lightly. “Idiota. You should’ve been more careful.”

Despite everything, a small, wet laugh escaped him. “Lo sé.”

His mother shook her head, muttering under her breath before looking at the both of them seriously. “This won’t be easy. But I’ll be here. And you two need to be strong for each other, because this baby will need you.”

Gavi turned to his girl, reaching for her hand. He could still see the uncertainty in her eyes, but when he squeezed her fingers, she squeezed back.

They were young. Too young, maybe. But they weren’t alone.

And somehow, that made it a little less scary.

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gavisfanta · 1 year ago

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ALWAYS FOREVER - GAVI

summary: gavi realized that you are the one while you two are at a family gathering.

warnings: none

"Here amor." Gavi leaned towards you and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss as he pulled away again. He grabbed a bouquet of red roses from behind his back and reached them to you.

"This is for you." You smiled sweetly while handing you the flowers. You took them from his hand with a wide smile.

"Thank you." You pressed a kiss on his lips again.

"Everything for you Baby." He pulled away and looked at you. "What's up?" He asked and you smiled while holding his bicep with your other hand.

"Not much. I missed you." You whispered and he kissed you again. Suddenly you felt your little cousin pulling at your white dress.

"Y/n" She said in her cute voice and you leaned down to her. You smiled as you kissed the top of her head and kneeled down to face her.

"What's this?" She pointed at your roses and you looked back to her parents who were sitting with the rest of your family.

You two were at the fanily gathering right now, Gavi however just arrived a couple of minutes late because he had practice.

Your family didn't have anything against it and they understood while he came a bit late.

"These are Roses from Gavi." You said and then took one of them and handed it to her. "Just don't touch these because they hurt." You told her and you didn't notice the way Gavi was looking down at you two.

The only thing running through his mind right now was how pretty you look in that dress. However, the way you treated your 3 year old cousin made him think more about the future.

He could stop thinking about how you would look wearing that dress with a little baby bump, you carrying out his child.

His stomach cramped a bit at the thought of you having his child, of you holding his child in your hands. He couldn't stop smiling at the thought.

He was sure that he was gonna marry you one day, he just had to wait a little longer. He wasn't sure of himself if he could even wait that long to make you officially his, forever.

He would get on his knee right now if he could.

You pulled him out of his thoughts as you stood up while you watched your cousin run back to her parents with a huge smile and the rose in her hand.

"Come on, let's go and say hello." You said but as you saw him smiling at you, you furrowed your brows. "What?" you asked while smiling.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about how you'd look with a baby bump, and my baby inside of you." He said and your stomach cramped as soon as he said that. You squeezed your legs together and smiled at him.

"One day." You said with a huge grin on your face, he pulled you in for another kiss.

"Come on Amor, let's go and say hello." Gavi wrapped his arm around your waist and you two walked over to the rest of your family.

"Ah here is my favorite footballer." Your Mom jumped up immediately and went over to Gavi, she pressed two kisses on either side of his cheeks.

"It's an honor to be your favorite footballer, thanks so much." He smiled as you watched the two of them talk to eachother. As Gavi greeted the rest of your family you two went over to a sunbed and as Gavi laid down he moved a bit to the side so you'd have some space.

You crawled over him and then rested your head on his chest while he put his arm around you. "Don't you think they're gonna stare?" You asked while moving your head further up his chest so that you would be closer to him.

"And if they do? Why do we care?" Gavi put his hand on the back of your head and started playing with your hair a bit.

"They're my family, they're practically your family too." You raised your head to look up at him, he turned his gaze from the blue sky towards your eyes.

"You shouldn't be ashamed to show that you love me. I'll be the dad of their grandchildren one day." Gavi's lips curled up into a small smile and you felt the burterflies in your stomach again.

"Do you often think about our future together?" You asked out of curiosity and he raised his brows.

He inhaled sharply. "Well yeah," He paused for a second again. "The longer I look at you the more I think about how our child is gonna look like. I hope he's gonna look like me, but have your eyes."

"He? Do you want a boy, Gavi?" You asked and drew small circles into his chest with your finger.

"I'd like to have a boy, I could train him and we could play football together." Gavi smiled to himself as he was thinking about his future with you.

You cooking dinner in the kitchen while him and his son play football outside. Then you'd call them inside and tell them that dinner is ready.

He'd walk over to you while your son sat down and ate the food, he'd kiss you and thank you for the delicious food you made.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't even realize that one of your other smaller cousins came over to you and him.

"Do you play football?" The small boy asked shyly as he put both of his hands behind his back. He was about 4 years old and he was wearing a Barcelona jersey.

You smiled at him as you and Gavi both sat up to look at the boy. "Chris, you know damn well that he plays football." You told your smaller cousin and he smiled while looking at Gavi.

"Maybe he forgot." Gavi told you and you shook your head as you stood up. By grabbing Chris by his shoulders and turning him around the familiar 6 came to face Gavi, his name written above it.

"Oh my god, I love your shirt, where did you get it?" Gavi smiled while kneeling down to Chris.

"She gave it to me." Gavi's gaze shifted to Chris's finger pointing at you. The small laugh that escaped your lips was enough to make Gavi smile too.

"Do you know if she can get me one too? I absolutely love it." Chris laughed as Gavi told him that.

"You can ask her, she always brings me stuff from you, I have all of the shirts." He made a small gesture with his hand towards you.

"That's amazing." Looking behind himself, Gavi looked for a ball that was maybe lying around on the grass, he saw one and then he turned towards Chris again.

"Do you want to go and play football?" Gavi asked and Chris agreed immediately with a nod.

Over at the long table your family was sitting at, they talked about random things. But your Aunt Rachel, your Mom and Chris's mom, Monica, saw Gavi talking with Chris.

"He's handsome, I'll give her that." Rachel smiled at your mom as she observed Gavi's face and body.

"Rachel," Your mom said in a teasing tone while she laughed out loudly. "He's good for her, she's much nicer since she's with him." She then told the both of them.

"Oh yeah, I remember, she wouldn't even show up to these Family gatherings." Monica though back to before you and Gavi were dating.

"I mean I understand, you have to change yourself for these kinda men, I mean look at him." Rachel began again and your mom couldn't help but laugh a little.

"She has a soft spot for him, let's say it like that. It's adorable." Your mom said again and Monica looked at the three of you passing the ball around.

"Look, they're teaming up against her." Monica laughed as she watched Gavi dribble past you and pass the ball to Chris.

The next time Gavi tried to dribble past you, you pushed him but he acted and fell straight into the grass.

"He's good with kids, I must give him that. I'm sure Y/n is also happy about that." Rachel said while taking off her sunglasses.

Chris walked over to Gavi and kissed his cheek. You smiled at how much Chris seemed to love Gavi and Monica also couldn't help but smile at her son's sweet gesture.

"Do they want children? They've been together for how long now? 2 years?" Rachel asked your mom and she smiled while tilting her head a bit to the side.

"Well, they're talking about it sometimes, I don't think that it's gonna be in the near future but I can tell that they're gonna have children." Your mom explained and thought back of all the times she over heard you two talking about your future.

You and Gavi had always shared the same thought about having children. The age doesn't matter, as soon as you both are ready, then it's the perfect time.

"I can't imagine Y/n with children, I mean she used to be so cold, she didn't even talk to Chris before she dated him." Rachel said and Monica laughed a bit.

"Maybe because Chris was two before they started dating. But I think it's adorable, pure teenage love." Monica shot back to which she earned a smile from Rachel.

"Oh what would you know about teenage love. You were always in your room studying while I was out having fun." Rachel pushed her hair behind her back.

"She's the married one with a family now." Your mom added and Rachel rolled her eyes sarcastically.

"Atleast I'm the cool aunt." She said and the three of them laughed a bit, your mom's gaze shifted back to you and Gavi playing with Chris.

Rachel and Monica also looked at the two of you as soon as Chris ran back to Monica. He sat down next to her and took a sip of water.

You pushed Gavi slightly backwards as he nutmegged you again. He however grabbed your hands and pulled you into himself, you bumped against his chest and stepped even closer to him.

By wrapping his arms around your shoulders he held you close. "See this is adorable." Rachel added while turning to face your mom and Monica.

She sipped her wine as the three of them kept watching you. "They're really meant for eachother aren't they?" Monica asked with a sweet smile on her face.

"Oh definitely."

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hugejk · 9 months ago

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puppy love

just a little short fluff :)

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it all started one thursday night, scrolling on instagram reels with no intent. your head and phone rested on your boyfriends chest, him looking on your screen too. One specific video caught his attention. The video? a puppy eating some sort of puppy chow.

“oh, how cute is that” he said with a smile, tapping your screen twice to like the video.

“why did you like that?”

“are you saying you didn’t like it?”

“no i’m not saying that- whatever”

you continued on with your scrolling for a few more minutes before deciding to turn off your phone and to try to sleep.

the barcelona sun wakes you up the next day, sitting up in your bed you realize that your boyfriend is gone. Checking your phone, seeing no text from him. Yeah you worry a bit but you know he’s probably just at the store or somewhere with his friends. Fully waking up you go to the kitchen and find something to eat.

although- nothing really sounds good to eat. Taking a step outside you soon realized it’s way too hot to spend your day out there, taking a step back inside and shutting the door behind you.

defeated, you lay down on the couch in the living room, turn on the tv and try to decide what your gonna do today. You turn a random show on and start scrolling again on your phone, still wondering where your boyfriend could be.

That’s when you hear the door open and some bags rustling.

“guess who’s back!” he said holding a small white puppy in his arms, holding bags of dog treats, dog food and toys.

you were to surprised to say anything at the moment, so you really just stared at him in disbelief.

“pablo tell me your joking. what made you think it was a good idea to even buy a dog? how much did he cost? how much did all the stuff-“ you were cutoff with him putting the puppys little paw to your lips hushing you.

“shhhhh…look at him..he’s so…cute!” he said holding the puppy up to your face.

“fine, i guess he is a little cute, but i’m still a little mad you went out and bought a dog without even saying anything to me!” you said taking the dog into your arms

“it’s fine, this is like our kid now” he said looking down on your cradling the puppy like a baby

“yeah..”

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A/N: so so so sorry i’ve been so inactive, just been going thru like a most difficult writers block, like rlly bad. Please send in reqs for me to write. I rlly wanna get back into writing 🫶🏽

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gavitaffy · 4 months ago

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Goals of the heart

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

A/N: Heyy guys! I'm "back" after what..?😀 Since July and it's December rn, but I just started my last year at school, and I've decided to become a "IT student" so I gotta work my ass off rn. I've had 6 midterms in the course of 2 weeks... BUT I will start a little series called "Goals of the Heart", I'll try to post everyday of this series.

Paring: Pablo Gavi & f!reader

Summary: Y/N, an artist sketching in Barcelona, has her painting ruined when a stray football crashes into her easel. The culprit, a young man named Pablo Gavi, apologizes profusely and buys her new art supplies to make up for it. She later learns he's a famous footballer for Barcelona but brushes it off, treating him as just "the guy who ruined her painting." Gavi, intrigued by her indifference, offers to take her for coffee, hinting at the start of a surprising connection between them.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,1k (i'm proud🥲)

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

The warm afternoon sun filtered through the narrow streets of Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter, casting golden light over centuries-old buildings. Y/N sat on a small stool in a quiet corner, her easel propped up in front of her. She had spent the past hour working on a sketch, capturing the lively essence of a street performer strumming a guitar. Around her, tourists and locals bustled, but in her mind, it was just her and the soft scratching sound of her charcoal pencil on paper.

She loved this part of the city. The worn cobblestones, the scent of coffee and churros from nearby cafés, and the chatter of different languages all created an energy she thrived on. Her hand paused briefly as she admired her progress. Just a few more details, and—

Thud!

Before Y/N could react, a football crashed into her easel, knocking it sideways. She yelped as her canvas toppled, splattering paint in every direction. The streaks of color ruined her meticulous sketch, turning it into an unrecognizable mess.

“¡Lo siento mucho!” a voice called out.

She spun around, her frustration bubbling over. A young man was jogging toward her, his dark brown eyes wide with concern. He was about her age, with slightly messy dark blond hair and a lean, athletic build. Sweat clung to his brow, and he wore a plain white T-shirt and shorts, looking like someone who had just finished a workout.

“Are you serious right now?” Y/N exclaimed, gesturing to the mess of paint and ruined paper. “Do you know how long I’ve been working on this?”

He stopped in front of her, hands on his knees as he caught his breath. “I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice warm and apologetic. “It was a bad pass. I didn’t mean to ruin your work.”

Y/N folded her arms, glaring at him. “Well, you did. This is completely ruined!”

He straightened, his expression softening into one of guilt. “I’ll fix it. I’ll buy you a new canvas and anything else you need. I promise.”

For a moment, she hesitated. He seemed sincere, but the frustration of seeing her hard work destroyed made it hard to let go. Finally, she sighed, shaking her head. “Fine. But you’re carrying my supplies back to the shop.”

His face brightened with relief, and he nodded. “Deal.”

As they walked toward the nearest art supply shop, Y/N couldn’t help but notice the way people were looking at him. A few passersby did double takes, and a group of teenagers whispered excitedly before sneaking out their phones to take pictures. She frowned, glancing sideways at him.

“Why is everyone staring at you?” she asked bluntly.

He looked slightly amused. “I don’t know. Maybe they’re just curious about the girl I ruined a painting for?”

She rolled her eyes. “Right. Sure.”

He laughed, a light, easy sound that caught her off guard. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

They reached the shop a few minutes later, and he immediately took charge, picking out the largest canvas he could find and tossing in a set of paints and brushes for good measure. Y/N tried to protest. “You don’t need to buy all of that! Just a new canvas is fine.”

He grinned. “Nope. I’m making up for the mess I caused.”

The shopkeeper, an older woman with sharp eyes, gave them both an amused look as she rang them up. “You know who he is, don’t you?” she asked Y/N in a low voice.

Y/N blinked in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

The woman tilted her head toward him. “That’s Pablo Gavi. He plays for Barcelona.”

The name rang a faint bell. Y/N wasn’t a big football fan, but she had heard about the young prodigy making waves in the sport. Her eyes widened slightly, and she turned to look at him again. He was busy chatting with the shopkeeper, a lopsided smile on his face as he struggled to balance the supplies he’d just purchased.

When they left the shop, Y/N couldn’t resist asking. “So, you’re kind of a big deal, huh?”

He glanced at her, his brow furrowing in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The shopkeeper said you play for Barcelona. I’ve heard your name before,” she said, her tone neutral.

He shrugged, a sheepish look crossing his face. “Yeah, I play for the team. But I didn’t think you’d recognize me. You don’t seem like the football type.”

“I’m not,” she admitted with a small laugh. “But now I get why people were staring at you.”

“Great. Now you’re going to treat me differently,” he said, half-joking.

“Relax,” Y/N replied with a smirk. “You’re just the guy who ruined my painting.”

He burst out laughing, the sound echoing down the narrow street. “Fair enough. What’s your name, by the way? I don’t think I got it earlier.”

“Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I owe you more than just a canvas,” he said, his voice softening. “Let me make it up to you properly. Can I take you for coffee or something?”

Y/N hesitated, caught off guard by the earnest look in his eyes. Despite herself, she smiled. “We’ll see. Maybe I’ll run into you again.”

“Maybe,” he echoed, his grin widening.

As she watched him jog off down the street, Y/N felt a strange flutter in her chest. What started as a ruined painting might just turn into something unexpected. Little did she know, this was the beginning of a story that would change both of their lives.

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lilirari · 1 year ago

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ ( ⚽ ) . . . FAKE TEXTS ⁶ !

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ aahhh this is for that anon who requested for pedri/gavi fake texts ! i'm so sorry i accidentally deleted your ask 😭 anyways i couldn't write anything for this holiday szn so this is my christmas post 😞🤞 i love you all happy holidays once again 💌

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missgavi · 2 years ago

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write one where the reader is obsessed with gavi’s Biceps / muscles🤭🤭

pleaseee, i dream about them at night.

Spinning around the kitchen, you drop the freshly cut basil into the pan you were currently whisking a pasta sauce into.

It was your turn to cook dinner tonight and you settled on Spaghetti con Basilico. While the pasta was boiling, you got started on the sauce.

Gavi was sat on the counter, keeping you company while telling you about his day. Humming to his words, you reach into the fridge and grab a jar of tomato paste .

The boy is stopped mid sentence by your question "Pablo , can you open this please ?''

Nodding, he hops of the counter and crosses the kitchen. Effortlessly, Gavi pops open the jar, his biceps popping out as well.

When he hands you back the jar, you're still too focused on his arms, making the boy laugh. He sets the jar down and reaches out for you, breaking you from under the spell.

"See something you like amor ?'' he teases.

Blushing, you grab the jar and dump it into the pan, quickly getting to stirring. However, you once again get distracted when the same pair of strong arms wraps around your waist.

You groan out loud, dropping your head back onto Gavi shoulder, the sauce forgotten. Lucky for the two of you that the fire was on low so it wouldn't burn for a few minutes.

Pablo's lips drop to your neck, kissing the tender skin before whispering in your ear "What's wrong bonita ?'' he asks, regarding your groan.

Laughing at his teasing, his smirk very evident , you groan again "I hate you so much"

"No you don't''

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s6lars · 1 year ago

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reds and yellows.

gavi’s temper has gotten the best of him on the pitch and you propose a solution to calm him down. (wc: 4.8k)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. pg6 x reader.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. smut — mdni! established relationship, switch!gavi, little to no plot just filth tbh

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. cursing, explicit nsfw content; unprotected sex, dry humping, orgasm denial, oral (m&f), impact play, implied aftercare

𝐀/𝐍. reupload from 888bear. this was initially written towards the end of last season, before the 2nd leg against atletico (and before his injury 💔). probably my last reupload in a while, enjoy!

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” you yelled, irritated at the scenes unfolding before you at Camp Nou. The bright yellow card being raised in Gavi’s direction was visible from the stands miles away.

Strings of curse words can be heard as the crowd around you begin to hurl protests toward the referee’s actions. The shared anger of the fans only riles you up further, despite your best attempts at keeping composure.

To take the ball from the opposing team, Gavi slides in front of the player carrying it. His foot makes contact with the man, only grazing it slightly, but the player dramatically falls to the ground, clutching his calf in pain.

Gavi and the Barca players saw right through the player’s theatrics, yet their arguing failed to stop him from being booked. Again. He had amassed several yellow cards in the previous few months alone, and he’s missed key matches as a result. It was starting to become a habit.

This feat, was easily used against him by his opponents. They would purposely start a dispute with Gavi — be it in the form of a nudge, trash-talking, or straight-up foul play. All they had to do was sit back and wait for him to take the bait, which usually ended in a yellow card, or his performance deteriorating as his anger levels increased.

As much as you loved him and were willing to defend him, you couldn’t deny the truth. Sometimes, Gavi doesn’t know how to keep his anger in check.

You knew something had to be done about it, and the match you watched was the final straw.

About a week later, you two were cuddled in bed at Gavi’s house. He had to leave for a game against Atlético Madrid early the next morning. It had become a tradition for you to stay the night before Gavi had to leave for an away game, especially if you couldn’t tag along.

Your head rested on Gavi’s bare chest while his right arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you snugly against him. The topic of his recent performances comes up in your usual late-night talks, his fingers drawing circles on your back as he speaks.

“Amor, you know I love you forever, right?” you asked, looking up to meet his brown eyes.

“Of course.”

You took a deep breath before you spoke. “People are right. You can get too angry sometimes.”

Gavi throws his head back on the pillow, his eyes now fixated on the ceiling as he huffs in frustration. His free hand ruffles through his loose brown locks. “I know. Trust me, I know.”

You wriggle free from his grip and prop yourself sideways on one elbow, looking down at him with a softened gaze. The criticism (which borders on hate most of the time) that Gavi receives has always been a sensitive topic to you both.

“Everyone around me says that. I’ve been working on it. But, it’s just hard when everyone keeps taunting me about it. Like, sometimes, I’ll just be walking and then some dude elbows me in the back to try to get me riled up. Or, when everyone expects you to play aggressively because that’s all they chalk me up as, apparently,” he rants.

Your hand travels up his body and lands on his cheek, cupping it gently. Gavi leans into your touch as your thumb rubs the soft skin back and forth, giving him unspoken reassurance.

“And I’m scared for the next game against Atléti. They’re a really strong club and we’ve had our fair share of fights, I guess, in the past. If I get booked, I’ll miss the next match,” Gavi explains.

An idea popped into your head. It was something you’ve been thinking of for the past week, and now it was the perfect opportunity to present it to him.

“How about…” You were now fully sitting up, your hand moving from Gavi’s cheek to his abdomen. “...we make a deal?”

Gavi’s head tilts in confusion. “What deal?”

“If you can go the next match without getting booked, you get a reward.”

“What kind of reward?”

Biting your lip, you throw one leg over Gavi’s thighs, hovering over his frame, your hands now on opposite sides of his head. Your actions take Gavi by surprise, yet his hands instinctively move to grip your waist. You lean your head lower until your lips come in contact with his earlobe, brushing the flesh gently.

“This kind of reward.”

Your lips hungrily leave a trail of kisses behind his ear, trailing down his neck and latching onto his sweet spot. Gavi groans at the feeling, his head leaning to the side to allow you more access. His hands travel down your body, taking in the feel of your curves before stopping at your ass, gripping the flesh.

You stop your assault on his neck to prevent any marks from forming, instead resorting to pressing your lips to his. Taking his bottom lip in between your teeth, you pulled away lightly before closing the gap once more. You waste no time swiping your tongue against the flesh, slipping past his lips. Gavi moans into your mouth, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his fingers tangled in your hair as your lips mold against each other.

You pulled away and sat up straight, admiring the state you left Gavi in. His pupils were blown out, his lips were swollen and glossy, and beads of sweat were forming in his ruffled hair. The heat between your thighs grows by the minute as your body screams at you to do something about it.

Placing your palms flat on his chest, you slide lower down his torso until your core eventually comes in contact with his growing bulge. A synced moan erupts from both of you, your bodies desperate to align.

You lift your hips by just a few inches and plant them back down. You repeat this action a few times until you find a steady rhythm, rocking back and forth on Gavi’s crotch. You can feel how painfully hard he is beneath your equally throbbing core.

“Ah, fuck, amor…” you whine in ecstasy, knowing how much Gavi loves it when you get vocal. “Feels so good.”

Gavi’s breathing becomes rapid as you pick up the pace. His hips buck up to meet your movements, moans and whines spilling out from his throat every second.

“God, don’t stop.” Gavi’s hands find the straps of your pajamas, tugging the string down your shoulder to free your breasts. His hand grips the mound of flesh, squeezing it in his palm, causing you to throw your head back.

Fire coursed through your veins, concentrated on the movement between your thighs. You’re sure the dripping wetness has stained Gavi’s sweats at this point, a testament to your pleasure. A whimper leaves your lips every time your clothed clit rubs against the coarse fabric, the sound echoing within the room.

Your movements become more erratic as your hand reaches up to fix your hair, grinding harder to chase your high. The sight was nothing short of art to Gavi, seeing the mess you’ve made yourself on top of him. Your desperate mewls reaching his ears only egged him on further.

Gavi’s chest is heaving and his eyes struggle to remain open. His moans were growing louder and his head was almost completely thrown back, letting you know he was close to coming undone.

Gavi feels the flames pooling in his lower abdomen. His hips begin to stutter as he feels his cock pulsating inside his sweatpants, aching to finish. He closes his eyes shut, feeling small beads of sweat form on his temples.

It was then that you lifted yourself off of him completely, abruptly ending your movements. Gavi’s head snaps up at the sudden loss of contact, totally confused.

You reached over to your side of the bed, turning off the bedside lamp, leaving the room in total darkness. You fix your top and lay down beside him, pulling the covers up.

“It’s getting late. You need to be up early tomorrow,” you said, planting a kiss on Gavi’s cheek and turning away from him.

Your movements happened so quickly that it took several minutes for Gavi to process them. He props himself up on his elbows, breathing heavily as he tries to understand what just happened.

In the dark, right beside him, a mischievous grin crept up on your face. You had left him flustered and painfully hard just moments away from release. To be fair, it was painful for you too, but the thought of your plan commencing made up for it.

Gavi looks down next to him, seeing you bundled underneath the sheets. He knows you’re not waking up to finish what you started. Begrudgingly, he lies under the covers to join you. He only wraps an arm around your shoulders, keeping his lower body as far away from you as possible.

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed. Gavi had left for his travels, the sticky note on his side of the bed telling you so. You couldn’t wait for what could unfold in the coming days.

Gavi sits on the bench in the Metropolitano dressing room, Atlético Madrid’s stadium. He bounces his leg impatiently, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness for the game ahead. He’s on his phone, replying to some final texts of support before he heads to the tunnel.

Among the sea of notifications, he finds yours at the very top.

[19:36] mi vida 💗: good luck baby !!! i love you no matter what 🥰 go out there and kill it !!

Gavi smiles to himself reading your text. You always made sure to cheer him on in whatever way possible before a game, be it via text, Facetime, or being there in person. He was the luckiest person on Earth to have you.

At home, you were sitting on your living room couch, across the TV, patiently waiting for the kick-off to start.

When Gavi replies to your text, you realize he was still in the dressing rooms. You thought he had already left for the tunnel and wouldn’t respond until after the game. Knowing this, another idea popped into your head. You’ve been getting a lot of them recently.

You tugged your shorts down your legs and tossed them to the floor. There was a body-length mirror right next to the TV, visible from one corner of the sofa.

Maybe Gavi needed a little more motivation before he played.

[19:38] mi vida 💗: [sent a photo]

When Gavi opened your next notifications, it took everything in him not to spit out his mouthful of Gatorade.

You were sitting on the couch, wearing Gavi’s home kit. The hem of the shirt was lifted, in between your teeth, partially exposing your bare chest. Your knees were pressed together and folded to the side, displaying the fact you weren’t wearing anything underneath. The sight has Gavi’s eyes bulging out of their sockets, and if it weren’t for Xavi letting the boys know it was time to head out, he would’ve stared at it for hours.

Gavi only had thoughts of you in his head as he walked to the tunnel. He desperately tries to shake them off to focus on the game ahead, and the deal you proposed the day before. To the people around him, Gavi only looked nervous. In reality, he was battling sinful images in his mind. He was yelling at his brain to stop the tent in his shorts from growing further, hoping his face isn’t as red as he thinks it is.

You watched intently from the comfort of your home as the match commenced, signaled by the blow of the whistle. Gavi was in the starting lineup (as usual), and it didn’t take long for the game to get intense.

Gavi dribbles the ball into the box, and the Atléti defenders in front of him attempt to block his moves. As they press him harder, he takes a chance and shoots, but it ends up going wide. Gavi sinks to his knees in frustration, strikes the grass, and walks off. You debate to yourself if that counts as getting aggressive, but decide otherwise as he wasn’t taking it out on a player.

The risk of getting booked comes when Gavi is dribbling the ball again, making moves toward the enemy goal. Suddenly, a player runs up from behind, pushing him forward, and causing him to tumble toward the ground. Usually, Gavi would get up in an instant, chasing down the player and getting his payback.

Instead, you watched as he stayed sitting on the grass, arms raised in confusion. Gavi’s teammates do the dirty work for him, some confronting the player while others attempted to prevent a fight from happening. In the midst of all this, Gavi stayed away from the commotion, pacing angrily in circles.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his actions, seeing the drastic contrast to how he regularly acted. The fact that you were the cause only inflated your ego more. Your plan was working.

Through the remainder of the game, you watched as similar events unfold. Another opportunity rose for Gavi to blow up in a rage, only for him to wipe his sweat and catch his breath. His collectedness aided Barca in winning the game, earning them a valuable three points.

Hours later, once the players had cleared the stadium and completed all their necessary press conferences, you received a text from Gavi. It was nearing midnight and you were tucked under the covers, ready to fall asleep.

[23:11] gavisito 🤍: so [23:11] gavisito 🤍: how’d i do

You knew you were in for a hell of a ride when he lands tomorrow morning.

[23:11] you: hmmmmmm [23:11] you: let’s just say [23:11] you: your reward is waiting when you get home <3

The clock ticked to exactly 3 pm when you heard your doorbell ring. You walked from the kitchen into your house entrance, expecting only one person to be behind the door.

The door swings open, revealing your boyfriend. Gavi’s hands are full with his belongings and he’s wearing Barca training wear, indicating that he drove straight to your place after landing in Barcelona. The sight prompts a soft chuckle out of you. You step aside to let him in, the youngster dropping his bags in the hallway.

“Welcome back, mi ganador,” you cooed, coiling your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. Gavi grips your waist, holding you close to him, taking in your embrace. Resting your forehead on his, you look up at his glimmering brown eyes. “Congrats on the win. You played well.”

It was a sweet, intimate moment between you two. Somewhere in the air, there was a sense of anticipation — a buildup to something you’d been waiting for since last night.

Gavi’s eyes trail down your figure, taking in the blue-red shirt a few sizes larger than you that hugged your frame. You were still wearing his shirt from watching the game last night. All the thoughts that flood his mind only lead him to recall the few minutes before the match, you in the same outfit, in a much more revealing position.

Gavi’s fingers toy with the hem of the jersey. “I didn’t get booked.”

“I know.” Your fingers entangle themselves into his hair. “I’m proud of you.”

“Proud enough for a reward?”

Those words were all it took for you to smash your lips against his. It was a full 180 from the kiss prior, laced with hunger and lust, hands reaching for anything to pull the other closer than they already were.

You two stumble into the living room, your lips only parting to discard Gavi’s shirt and joggers, immediately reconnecting in desperation. You alternate between coiling around his neck or placing it on his shoulders, either way, you were the one in control.

The back of Gavi’s knees hit the sofa leg, causing him to fall back on the plush surface. Your palms land flat on either side of his head, hovering over his body. You two pulled away, breathless, lips swollen and the air knocked out of your lungs.

Lifting yourself higher, you tilt your head to question him. “How should I reward you, amor?”

Your right hand traces the curves and ridges of Gavi’s chest, nails lightly grazing the skin, making him shiver. You follow his happy trail lower down his torso until you land dangerously close to the waistband of his boxers.

“Should we pick up where we left off?” you teased, recollecting two nights ago when you two were in this exact position. Gavi shakes his head, refusing.

You were now sitting on his upper thighs, your left hand moving to cup his cheeks. Your thumb swipes the flesh a few times before tracing the outline of his bottom lip, stopping at the corner of his mouth.

“Use your words, cariño.”

“I want to feel your mouth around me.”

You step off him completely, tucking the hair behind your ears as Gavi sits up straight on the couch. His hands quickly move to discard his last piece of clothing, leaving him bare before you.

Gavi leans back comfortably against the back of the sofa, extending his arms while you sit next to him. Taking his chin in between your fingers, you slot your mouth over his as your other hand goes to reach his cock, now free from the restraint of his boxers.

You give him a few pumps, capturing the low grunts escaping Gavi’s mouth with yours. After a few moments, you pull away, leaning down to give his length the attention he desperately craved.

Your lips ghost over his tip, giving it a few kitten licks as Gavi’s hand lands on your back. You push your head down, just barely taking him in your mouth.

“Fuck, don’t tease,” he groans. You look up at him through your eyelashes, expecting more words.

“Please.”

You finally push your head down, taking him in your mouth fully. With one drawn out moan, Gavi throws his head back on the sofa, eyes shut in pleasure.

You bob your head up and down his cock at a steady pace, hands stroking what your mouth can’t fit. Gavi reaches to pull the hair away from your face — partly to help you, partly to see his name donned across your back on full display.

His calloused hands travel lower down your spine, stopping at your ass to grip it. The contact has you moaning, the sound vibrating against his length.

“God, you feel like heaven,” Gavi praises, his hips bucking up to meet your movements. It takes you some effort to not gag around him.

Moans begin to spill from Gavi’s mouth at a rapid rate, his chest heaves quicker, and he struggles to stay still. You only pick up the pace, hollowing your cheeks to aid him in chasing his high.

Gavi moans your name over and over, like it’s the only word he knows. Your escapades from a few nights before and the added distance of the away game had made him extra sensitive.

You lift yourself off of him with a pop sound, your hand continuing to stroke him feverently. Gavi’s stares at you with lost eyes, his pupils shaking at the sudden loss of contact. You gently cup his cheek and press your foreheads together, hovering your lips over his.

“Shh, I know, bebé,” you reassured, promising that you wouldn’t leave him completely hanging like last time. You swing a leg over his thighs, straddling him. Gavi’s hands instinctively move to grip your waist, his eyes never wavering from yours. His fucked-out state, despite only being sucked off, has you chuckling under your breath.

With one hand on his cock and the other tugging your underwear to the side, you fully sink onto his length, relishing the way he fills you up. You two moan in unison, the noise erupted borderline pornographic, bouncing off the.

Once your ass was flush against his thighs, your hands grip his shoulders to steady yourself. Slowly, agonizingly, you lift yourself off of him completely, Gavi hissing at the sensation. You whine in ecstasy as you grind his tip against your clit before sinking back down onto him in one swift motion.

You begin to move up and down his length at a steady rhythm. It didn’t take long for you to quicken the pace of your movements, riding his cock mercilessly as Gavi can only sit back and watch.

His lip is caught in between his teeth, biting back moans as his eyelids struggle to remain at the sight of you bouncing on his length. Your hands reach up to his throat, adding the slightest amount of aggression as you press your nose to his, glaring into his eyes.

Your thumb swipes across his bottom lip, gathering the spit and smearing it to his cheek. “Don’t hold back, amor,” you instructed, your voice low and demanding. “Let me hear how good it feels.”

Your words have an immediate effect on the youngster as a filthy, guttural moan is ejected from his throat. “You’re gonna be the death of me,” Gavi whines, his lips trembling.

Gavi’s hands travel up the sides of your torso, dragging the hem of your (or his, you should say) jersey up with him, stopping just below your chest. He groans when he realizes you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

You take the hem in your fingers and move to take it between your teeth, exposing your breasts to his face. Gavi swears he could faint at the sight, blinking rapidly to ensure he wasn’t dreaming. You were recreating the picture you’d sent him yesterday, except you were now in the flesh, connected and full of him.

Gavi’s tongue darts at your left nipple and you bite down harder at the fabric, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes. His hand goes to grab your right, squeezing and playing with the mound.

When Gavi rolls the hard nub between his teeth, you release a shriek muffled by the shirt. His lips hover in between the valley of your breasts before moving to do the same with the other.

You drop the hem from your mouth, letting it fall back down your body. Your head was overwhelmed with the mixed sensation of euphoria and slight pain from riding him, but you can easily forget the latter once you feel Gavi’s hands snake between your thighs to rub circles on your clit.

“Fuck, bebé, I need you taste you, please,” Gavi begs, looking up at you to wait for your response. You can only nod feverishly before pulling away, sitting beside him.

Gavi moves to kneel on the sofa, and before you know it, his hands push you into the cushions, leaving your ass hanging in the air. The feeling of cold air on your sensitive core elicits a sharp inhale from you, morphing into mewls when you feel Gavi’s palm land harshly on your exposed bottom.

“Fuck! Gavi!” you cry out in pleasure. He drags his fingers down the inside of your thighs, feeling your wetness spread before roughly spanking you again. You arch your back further, elbows completely giving up on supporting your weight.

“So fucking wet.” His fingers rub up and down your folds, spreading the slick around your sopping core. All sense of dominance in you from before had evaporated as you became a writhing, whining mess under him.

“All this for me, yeah?” Gavi taunts.

“Just — ah — just for you, amor.” You don’t have to look at Gavi to know he has the biggest smirk splattered across his face.

You feel his cold breath fan your pussy, barely making contact before diving in completely. Gavi lapped at your juices, devouring your core as he stroked his cock with his free hand. A string of incoherent curses and praises tumble from your mouth, getting louder by the second.

All of a sudden, Gavi stops, sitting straight up. With whatever strength you could muster, you turned over your shoulder to look at his actions. His left hand grips your ass, the other roughly stroking his length as he brings the tip closer to where you needed him most.

Gavi rapidly taps the head of his cock, red and throbbing, against your clit. You claw at the material of the couch beneath you — the sound of your needy mewls, the sloppy noises coming from your pussy, and Gavi’s low grunts resonating throughout the room.

With one swift motion, Gavi enters you completely, knocking the air clean out your lungs. Your throat feels dry from the filthy noises it’s been making, only encouraging him further. Gavi gives you no time to adjust, pulling out until he leaves you empty before slamming right back into you.

“Those Atléti players targeted me for no reason yesterday,” he says — pulling out, then slamming back into you a second time.

“Pissed me off so bad.” A third time.

Your legs tremble with each move, knees buckling below your weight, but you muster enough strength to look over your shoulder at him, almost chuckling.

“Hmm?” you questioned. “Show me how bad.”

Gavi doesn’t pull out this time, instead he begins ramming into you at an unforgivable tempo, taking out all his anger on you. The room is filled with the sound of skin slapping and repeated moans, probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but you could care less.

Gavi is drunk on the sight before him. The way your ass bounces against him with every stroke, his name exhibited in bold letters on your back, yourself a squirming, whimpering mess. He could live forever in the moment, taking in the feel of your walls clenching around him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praises. “So beautiful beneath me.”

Gavi’s hands collect the stray hair strands spilling onto your back, turning it into a makeshift ponytail. He leans over and you feel his breath tickle his ears. You feel him plant a few soft kisses along your neck, brushing your earlobe occasionally.

“Gavi, fuck, don’t stop.” The new position allows him to reach a deeper angle than before, mercilessly thrusting into your g-spot. Gavi revels in the obscene noises escaping your parted lips, smirking against your skin.

“I’m close,” you plead, and Gavi can tell from the way your walls clench tighter around his cock. He can’t last for much longer, either.

“Go on, cum for me, amor.” You can only moan in response. “Make a mess all over my cock.”

His words send you into overdrive — tears well in the corner of your eyes, electricity coursing through your body as your vision goes white. Your climax washes over you in waves as you fully collapse on the sofa, your cheek pressing against the material.

Gavi pulls out and flips you onto your back, pumping his length in his hands. It takes you a few moments to come down from your high while he chases his own. Thick ropes of cum ejects from his cock and paints your aching core white, dripping down and spilling onto the sofa.

With your remaining stamina, you collect the juices between your thighs, a mix of your release and his, and pump two fingers inside of yourself, hissing at the overstimulation.

Gavi’s eyes are glued to your movements, captured in a trance as you touch yourself. You pulled out, taking the digits into your mouth, wiping them clean.

Your hand grabs the back of his neck, pulling Gavi down to press your mouth over his, allowing him to taste himself. With one final drawn out kiss, you rest your forehead against his, feeling your breathing slow down.

Gavi collapses on top of you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Your hand reaches to tangle itself in his ruffled hair, scratching his head. You can hear him sigh in content as you wrap your other arm around him, pulling him in closer.

“That was…” Gavi breathes out.

“…fucking amazing,” you finish the sentence, eliciting a soft chuckle out of him.

“You should reward me more often.”

“I will if you get booked less often.”

“I’m making a conscious effort.”

You press your nose on his scalp, planting a soft kiss on his head. “I know, bebé. When’s your next match?”

Gavi’s head turns to look up at you. “In two weeks. We have a day off tomorrow, then it’s back to training.”

“Good. Because I don’t think I can walk, and I need someone to help me get around.” A smile slowly works its way onto Gavi’s face.

He wriggles free from your grip, standing from the couch. Taking you into his arms, he picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bedroom for some much needed rest.

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leilakisakabiri · 1 year ago

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could u to a gavi x singer reader? she’s more outgoing and not as shy as he is and writes songs about him // dedicates them to him during her concerts and he’s just a super proud bf 💗💗

Number One (PG6)

Summary: Gavi being your biggest supporter.

A/N: Quick one! Miss him on the field already :(

Word count: 700+

Masterlist

“I can’t tell you all how much it means to me that you’re here – I love you. Thank you so much for your support!” You exclaimed, in awe of the crowd chanting your name.

“I wanna dedicate this song,” you continued smiling as the cheering intensified, “to a special someone who’s basically my muse for this whole EP, thanks for getting me famous,” you joked, “Oh, and also for making me feel loved.”

The beginning beats of your most popular song began to play and if you thought the crowd was loud before they went even crazier, screaming when they saw the camera pan over to Gavi in the VIP section, a proud smile on his face while he cheered along with your fans.

You had just confirmed the rumors that had been circulating for weeks – you were together.

You couldn’t keep the grin off your face as you sang the chorus, hearing the crowd sing along, the camera once again panning to Gavi, showing him scream-singing the lyrics with his sister, his grin mirroring your own.

You bowed once you had finished your set, thanking your audience once again. You looked over to the VIP section and made eye contact with Gavi, he immediately put his hands into a heart shape, lifting it above his head for you to see.

You felt your heart swell, usually, you would be the one doing that at his games, and it meant so much to you that he had come to support you and had done the same thing.

Without a second thought, you copied his actions, taking a final bow as you exited the stage.

Your heart was pounding, adrenaline racing through your veins.

You couldn’t believe it. You had just played your first big festival and everyone had seemed to love it.

You were in the middle of taking off your earpiece when you saw Gavi and Aurora walking towards you.

You finished unhooking yourself before you met them in the middle pulling them into a group hug.

“You were amazing Y/n!” Aurora praised you.

You let out a laugh, “Thank you! And thank you guys for coming!”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” Gavi replied.

Aurora huffed, “He’s definitely not lying about that.”

You gave her a questioning look.

She sighed, giving Gavi a glare, “Gavi was so annoying, he kept rushing me. He was so worried we wouldn’t make it in time that we left an hour and a half earlier than we needed to, and he wouldn’t even let me walk around, scared that we would miss your performance, so we stood in that tent for like three hours.”

You turned to face a blushing Pablo, who was desperately trying to avoid eye contact with you, embarrassed at having been called out.

You reached out, wrapping your arms around his waist as you peered up at him, “Awh Pablo! Thank you, you didn’t have to do all that.”

He finally looked at you, hands coming to rest against your shoulders, as his fingers absentmindedly played with the ends of your hair.

“Couldn’t miss your first performance. Especially since it was dedicated to me.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Mhm how do you know I wasn’t talking about another guy?”

He gave you an offended look, “Please Y/n. We both know that no one makes you feel the way I do.”

You felt your stomach fill with butterflies at his words, you wanted him, and he knew it.

“Am I wrong?” He asked, face inching closer to yours.

Your eyes stayed fixed on his as he moved closer, a mischievous grin adoring his features.

“Ugh enough coupley shit.” Aurora groaned from beside you.

You laughed, pulling yourself back to reality and separating yourself from Gavi even as he tried to bring you back.

“Sorry! It’s all friendly here.” You declared.

Aurora smiled, grabbing your hand, “Perfect. Well, in that case, Gavi we’ll meet you by the food carts, I have to show Y/n this stand.”

You giggled as she pulled you along, looking back to see Gavi with an annoyed expression on his face as he watched his sister pull you away.

“I’ll be back!” You yelled.

“Not soon enough.” He shook his head smiling.

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obvithe-bestsoph · 2 months ago

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hi, could you place an order for pedri N• 76 I know I said have sex, but that's not what I meant."

No. 76 | "I know I said to get laid, but I didn't mean them" PG8/PG6 (reader is gavi's older sister) masterlist requests

prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!) warnings: quite suggestive, brother's best friend.

You had been hanging out with your little brother Pablo, sitting on his couch and playing FIFA together, when he noticed how tense and irritated you were, so being the extremely “helpful” hermanito (little brother) he is, he decides to bring it up. “What’s wrong with you?” “What a kind way to ask that.” you roll your eyes sarcastically. “Seriously, you’re being all weird and grumpy. What’s wrong?” You just scoff at him, not in the mood for his smartass teasing. “When was the last time you got some? You are getting kind of old…” he adds, just stirring the pot as always, although that statement does earn a pillow being thrown at his head. “Shut up Pablo, we aren’t all players like you.” “Just saying! Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing.” he says, playing innocent. You roll your eyes again and score another goal on him. “I do not want to be discussing my sex life with my baby brother, but thanks for your concern.” Sarcasm again. Your specialty. Later that night, Pablo had invited his best friend from the team over for dinner, and then they were going out for a kick around with the ball afterwards. But all dinner, you could barely rip your eyes off the man. A quick Google search under the table told you he was your age, 22, although you were a few months older. Maybe it was the dark, fluffy hair, or the beard, of the way his biceps flexed ever so slightly every time brought the fork to his mouth, but something about him was just so… alluring.

After you had all finished eating, Pedri was upstairs getting changed into some more athletic clothes, and you and Pablo were doing the dishes in the kitchen when he spoke up. “You know, it’d be great if you stopped eye-fucking my best friend.” Your face immediately goes bright red, and the tone of your reply is just a little too defensive to be believable. “Was not.” “Were too. I literally saw you, you were basically undressing him with your eyes.” You huff, pretending it didn’t at all bother you he knew. Shrugging one shoulder, you give a casual response, “So what if I was? He’s plenty attractive.” “Yeah, well, whatever. Just… don’t try anything with him, vale (okay)?” “I make no promises.” Pablo just rolls his eyes, going back to doing the dishes and you head back upstairs to your room, when you reach the top of the stairs, you collide with a warm and solid body in front of you. Oh lord, he smelt good too. His arm quickly went around your waist to stop you from falling backwards down the stairs, pulling you against him. You swore you could feel something in his pants pressing against your stomach, as he was a bit taller, and it definitely wasn’t his keys in his pocket, if you get what I mean. “Lo siento (I'm sorry), my bad.” He says softly, guiding away from the edge of the stairs before letting your waist go, you immediately missed his arms around you. You then realise just how red your face is and how flustered you are. “Oh, uh, no, no, you’re all good.” He looks deep into your eyes, like he seems to do with everyone, and you just about fold right then and there. “You sure you’re alright?” “I- er-” at your stuttering, his face turns a little amused, the corners of his mouth twitching up and his eyebrow raising, waiting for your answer. “Yeah, I’m fine. Have fun outside with Pablo.” you mumble quickly, ducking back into your room and shutting the door firmly behind you. You flop down on your bed and bury your face in the pillow, just about giggling and kicking your feet like a teenage girl. You were scrolling Pedri’s Instagram far too late that night, when you accidentally liked a picture from all the way back in 2021. The photo was criminally hot (this post specifically) and despite having millions of followers, for some reason, you just knew he’d see the notification that you liked it.

It only took a few minutes for a new DM notification to pop up. Pedri: Stalking my Instagram, I see?

You just about lose your mind. Dios mio (oh my god). He knows. What on earth do you say to that? It takes you (a slightly embarrassing) 15 minutes to come up with a reply. You: Maybe? Is that a problem? Pedri: Not at all, hermosa (beautiful). You: Hermosa? Didn’t realise you were such a charmer. Pedri: I can be when I want to. You: When you want to? Does that mean you’re trying to charm, Gonzalez? He repeats your answer from earlier. Pedri: Maybe? Is that a problem? You: Not at all, hermoso (handsome). Pedri: You should come around to my place. I saw how you were looking at me earlier, I know you want me just as bad as I want you. At that, you may have let out a small scream. But then quickly relaxed yourself and type out a reply. You: Send me your address. The next morning, Pablo gets a text from you. It’s a photo of Pedri sleeping, shirtless, in his bed, you next to him. And underneath it was the message:

You: Thanks for the great advice. No sticks up my ass anymore.

Hermanito (little brother): I know I said to get laid, but I didn’t mean him. 🤦‍♂️

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