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footballffbarbiex · 4 years

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The Tickle Monster.

Sergi Roberto trying to teach his four year old son to swim but the kid is just trying to splash him

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With Sergi’s wife out of the house and not due to be back for a little while, he’d decided today would be a fine day to head out to the pool and try to teach his little boy how to swim. With neither of them strangers to being in the water together, the initial fear of trying to get him in there was no longer an issue but trying to get him out of the water wings was.

“You can hold onto this,” Sergi tries again. His feet touch the bottom of the pool but he bends his knees so he can appear to be treading water to try and encourage him in as he makes his way back over. One hand flattens on the side, pressed against the body board while the other circles through the water softly to help keep him afloat.

The little boy stands and observes the water, the slow rippling of the surface as his dad moves and carefully dips his big toe before pulling a face.

“Don’t be like that, come on. I’ll hold you.”

He’s still not convinced though, dipping the very tips of his toes into the water and glancing over. They’re near the shallow, away from the steps to get in but not too far along to truly be too deep.

“We can have your board in here, or one of the pool noodles? And you’re wearing your water wings. You know you’re safe.”

“But you’re taking them off.”

“Not both of them. And not all at once. I want you comfortable and happy. Hey, look at me,” he instructs, waiting until the little boy before him locks eyes with him, “I won’t let anything happen to you ok?”

“Promise?”

“I promise. I’m your daddy, it’s what I’m here for. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

He sighs as he concedes in the only way a four-year-old can, picks up his body board and plops it down onto the water as he chews on the inside of his lip as he cautiously makes his way over to the steps. Sergi follows on his knees, ready to hold his hands out to help him into the water. He tentatively takes each step, one hand is out to steady himself in case he does tumble forward while the other is out at his side but up above his shoulder to balance himself.

Sergi tries not to make a big deal out of it because he knows if he does, he’ll turn around and not come back in. He keeps stepping in until he reaches the bottom step, prompting Sergi to push the float closer to him to reach out and grab. He doesn’t want to rush him or make him feel silly for doing something he’s done so many other times with ease, because he knows the next steps are scary and that’s not something to be mocked.

He waits until he’s fully holding it before saying, “I’m going to move this now ok? I need you to kick with your legs to make it go.” He waits for his son to nod that he understands and tries not to grin at the look of concentration upon his face. Slowly, he walks backwards, taking the shortest steps he possibly can so that he’s not progressing too quickly to make him feel rushed. He guides him around, making sure he looks comfortable before he leads him to a spot near the middle, closer to the shallow end than the deeper side.

“Ok now when I move with you, I want you to make biiiiig circles with your legs instead of kicking. Can you do that? Do you remember how I do it?”

“Uh huh.”

“Good. Keep holding on and make those big circles.” Sergi says, “can you show me now how you do them?” He asks, holding the board with one arm as he moves around the side to watch, giving his son the perfect time to show he can do it but also take advantage and do a small kick to test. The water splashes, not quite reaching Sergi but close enough to have him raising his eyebrow. “Oh, you want to play that game huh?” he steps forward, his fingers go to his son’s ribs and armpits as he tickles him. “Yeah? Let’s see how funny you are now. Think you can try and splash me and get away with it?”

His son clings to the body board, his eyes are clamped shut as he laughs hysterically, trying his best to wriggle out of his dad’s grip as he kicks his legs and splashes as a distraction.

“Let that be a lesson to you,” Sergi tells him, a little breathless from his own laughter. He watches his son, who is a mini me version of him, turn to look at him as one leg slowly begins to raise. Sergi raises an eyebrow, knowing what’s coming and wiggles his fingers in preparation and when that foot comes back down, water showers the two of them as a result, Sergi’s fingers resume their tickling.

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footballerimaginess · 4 years

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ive been trying to think of an idea for ages because I love your writing and ive finally got one. could you do a summer blurb with Sergi Roberto where he meets his ex when he's on holiday with their son and they realise they're still in love?

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“Papa” your little boy Marco ran over to Sergi as you were on holiday. You weren’t supposed to meet up but you realised you had messaged him by accident. That’s how he knew you were in the same place. “Hi buddy, mama didn’t tell you were here” you smiled. You felt your heart go again in ways it did when you were first together. But whenever he was around Marco, you had feelings for him again. “Lovely to see you. I’m a fan of this hair, suits you” he smiled as he admired your new change of hair colour to pink and had it cut shorter. “Thank you” you smiled. “So how have you been? You enjoying your holiday buddy?” you nodded as Marco rested his head into Sergi’s shoulder. “He has, he is probably quite tired. Maybe you could have him for the day tomorrow? We could come and see you?” you suggested. “Yes if you want too, I would like that” he agreed.

#football blurbs #summer blurbs #hayleys blurbs #football imagines #football imagine #sergi roberto imagine #sergi roberto blurb #anon answered

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garciapimienta · 3 years

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#I love them??????#imagine not loving them cannot relate bc my heart bursts for them #Sergi roberto #Sergio Busquets #Lionel Messi #Leo messi #Gerard pique #Jordi alba #fcb #barça #ath v bar #cdr #copa del Rey 20/21 #celebrations

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barcaavengers · 7 years

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Baby Boom || Sergi Roberto Imagine || Smut

Note: Forgive me father for I have sinned. Ther aren’t any Sergi fics out there, and well, Pique’s words gave me ideas. So oops? I hope you guys like it tho!

Warning: Sinfult Smut. Another oops.

Today was an important day for your boyfriend and the whole FC Barcelona team. Today you were going to make the “Remontada” after the away result 4-0 against PSG a few weeks ago. You knew how important the game was, it would define many things. It was going to show how capable this team was to make it to the top again. That morning you see how tense and focused your boyfriend had woken up. He had sat on the edge of the bed longer than he usually did, hands on his messed up curls.

You slowly made your way over to him. He was so thoughtful that he didn’t notice you made your way behind him.

“Good Morning” you whisper, arms going around his neck, head resting on his right shoulder.

“Buenos Dias, mi amor” he said as he smiled at you.

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek before moving to sit on his side, bouncing slightly on the bed. He leaned to the side and pressed his lips against yours, arm going around your waist. You smile slightly into the kiss, feeling him relax into it, which was something he needed.

“Want some breakfast before you go?” You ask as you rest your forehead against his.

“I’d love to” he pauses, “but we will go early to meet up and talk and…”

“Hey. It’s okay” you say with a smile, fingers running through his hair soothingly. “Big day. Tactics, plans A through Z. I get it” you reassure him. “You can do this. Just do what you love, enjoy it” you say and a grin and he chuckles.

Next thing you know, you are on your back at the end of the bed and Sergi almost on top of you. “Thank you for being like this. For understanding everything” he says, running his fingers through your face and down to your waist.

“Always here for you” you say proudly and he smirks.

“Look for me in the tunnels when you get there?”

“I will” you agree and caress his cheek, pecking his lips and letting your lips linger for a moment and you pull away.

He gets up and starts getting ready, showering, looking for his clothe, your eyes following his every move from side to side until he comes up to you, fully clothed and looking adorable. “I’ll see you later” he kisses your lips before he leaves.

The atmosphere at the Camp Nou was pumping you up, more than you already were. You grin at all the fans singing, the noise, and flags being waved everywhere. The mood was the best for a match like this. You make your way through the tunnels, making sure to show your pass to the guards.

Your lips are pressed in a thin line and you wait for the team to come out. Rafinha came up to you and greeted you, then Suarez, Messi, Pique. Then Sergi came out, fixing his inside shirt before he looked up, automatically a grin came up his lips.

“Hey” he breathes out making his way towards you. You could notice how all he was thinking about was the match, nothing else.

“Those fans are quite excited” you nod your head to the pitch and he looks out.

“I hope we can make them proud…”

“You will. You have all worked so hard for this, you are so focused, and you deserve this.” Your hands run down his arms to make him relax, he was doing the gaze shifting when he was nervous.

“Gracias, amor. Te amo” he says, kissing you softly, you being the first one to pull away.

“Go get them.” You smirk and he smiles brightly, his blue eyes shining and then he follows the others outside.

The game was on its second half now, 3-1 was the score and the very exciting mood of every fan had died down after Cavani had scored. There were a few still singing and encouraging, but it wasn’t like the beginning. Your boyfriend was still to play, and you knew he’d come in at some point. You see him warming up, so it shouldn’t be long until he was called in.

Neymar scores. Once. Twice. Your boyfriend now in the field. Five minutes have been added and you were chewing on your lips and nails, getting anxious and nervous. The score was closed, five to five, and there were only a few seconds left to make it right. You see Marc coming down to be with the others for Neymar’s freekick. Everyone around you was suddenly quiet, the tension noticeable on everyone in the stands.

Neymar kicks the ball, and it bounces off from a PSG player and the others chase after it. Marc makes a pass, then Neymar kicks it and next thing you know, your boyfriend is stretching himself, reaching for the ball with his foot and scoring the winning goal.

Everyone around you start screaming, and you follow as you tear up. You see your boyfriend celebrating and falling on the ground as everyone else follows and jumps on his back. The emotions around you and the reactions, they were incredible, it was almost as if you had won the trophy already. You are cheering and crying, clapping your hands and smiling because of your boyfriend’s accomplishment.

They go around congratulating the PSG players, your boyfriend being congratulated by everyone, Lucho, the staff, the bench players. It was amazing. It was an historic moment. Your boyfriend had made this. He got Barça to be in the quarter finals and that was something pretty big after such a comeback. You were proud of him, and the team, it reminded you why you had loved them since the beginning.

You make your way down to the tunnels. Some of the players were already leaving, the PSG players not looking at all happy so you offered them a soft smile to show your sympathy. You stay at the end of the tunnels where the boxes were, giving thumbs up to those player who randomly looked around, met your gaze. Denis came to you and picked you up making you giggle as you congratulated him. You spot your boyfriend being interviewed and you smile at him, a smile that showed how happy and proud you were.

As the interview happens, Rakitic interrupts and congratulates him with a hug. Then a staff member comes over and does the same, interrupting the interview. Then, there’s Rafinha, who jumps on Sergi’s back and they almost fall and you laugh as he jumps off. In your position, you could see that nobody, or not many people, had decided to leave the camp. Everyone seemed in shock after several minutes after the game had ended. As he finishes the interview, he spots you and he grins as he makes his way towards you, a hand calling out to you to step into the field.

“Vente! (Come on!)” He says happily and you move towards him, taking his hand. He moves to the field and suddenly stops and turns around to catch you in his arms. You let out a laugh and you hug him tight as he twirls you around.

“I knew you could do it! That was amazing! You made this happen!” You exclaim and pull away to cup his face in your hands, “You made history, amor! Ganastes! (You won!)”

“I still can’t believe it!”

“Nobody does!”

“No me la creo, tio (I don’t believe it, dude)” Pique says as he passes besides you and you laugh. Sergi hugs him tightly, patting each other’s back and then Pique turns to you, “Give him love. Lots of love. That’s your only job today” he says and hugs you tight as well.

“I always do” you admit.

“Well give him more tonight, until you get tired” he jokes and the three of you laugh before Geri leaves.

“He is still in shock” Sergi chuckles and you grin.

“Thanks to you” you run a hand through his hair and he leans forward, arms going around your hips as he moves in for a kiss which you happily return. Not caring at all that he was sweaty. It was something that you got used to by being the girlfriend of a footballer.

“Hey, hey. hey! I said give him love but not here!” You hear Pique scream.

“Save some for tonight!” You hear Suarez shout and Sergi and you laugh into the kiss.

“Thank you for supporting me” Sergi says as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I always will. That’s what I’m here for” you smile and he kisses your cheek before hugging you. Your arms surrounding his neck as you smile.

Even when there was practice the next day, some of the players decided to meet up at a restaurant to have dinner to celebrate the victory. Sergi was getting ready as you walked out of the bathroom, a towel around your frame even when you had your underwear on.

“You know…” he says as he approaches you in the small closet room where your clothe was at. “We don’t really have to go, and you said you’d give me love” he says into your ear as he holds you close from behind.

“You are the most important person in that celebration, Roberto. You have to go. No excuses” you say, but you don’t try at all to push him away.

“I can always say I’m tired…” his tone is turning huskier and you have to close your eyes to concentrate and say no. “Which can be true if you agree…”

How can you say no to this? The way he was talking to you, the way he held you…

“Sergi, we need-”

“They will understand” and with that, he bites your ear and breaths into it, your knees going weak at the action.

His hands slowly turn you around until you are facing him and he walks you backwards into the closest wall.

“If they call, we stop, that’s the rule” you say as you look into his eyes which have darkened.

“Fine” it’s the last words coming from him before he leans in and kisses you passionately. His body pressing against yours. Your teeth bite down onto his lower lip, pulling at it making him groan.

You take that slight moment of low defense to flip you both, his back now against the wall catching him by surprise. “This is about you, champion” you whisper into his ear and his body tenses in anticipation.

His hand tugs on your towel and you let go of it slowly before his phone goes off making you both laugh.

“Did you tell them to call so this didn’t happen?”

“Trust me, I would never do such thing” you say with a laugh and pull away so he can go answer the phone. You wrap your towel around you and pick a dress, heading to the room.

“Dude, where are you? You live like five minutes away from here” Pique said, you were able to hear him since Sergi placed the phone on speaker as he got dressed reluctantly.

“Sorry, man. Got caught up I’ll-”

“Tell Y/N, she can give you all the waka waka but after we eat. If you are not here in ten we are starting without you.”

Sergi and you laugh and you see his cheeks turning red, so were yours as you hear the boys in the background laughing.

“Fine. I’ll be there soon” Sergi says with a chuckle and hangs up. “I can’t believe he openly said that” he buttons his pants again and reaches for his shirt.

“Its Gerard, what did you expect? Be glad he didn’t made a call out thing on Instagram or Twitter. That would’ve been worst.”

“I wouldn’t say it too soon if I were you, he is probably waiting for a picture of the two of us.”

“Right” your head nods as you fix your dress on the mirror, watching Sergi approaching you, his shirt still unbuttoned.

“You look amazing” his hands are on your waist and you smile at the reflection. You two made a really good pair, something that you used to joke with your friends about because you thought Sergi didn’t like you that way. Your mind wonders back to that day when you two were at a date in a restaurant.

“I’d like the day specialty and my girlfriend would like the Y/F/P” he said to the waiter. You blinked several times as you looked at him. When he looked back at you, he raised an eye brow. “Did I say something wrong? Was that not the one you wanted? I can-” he looked genuinely scared he did something wrong.

“You gave me an unexpected upgrade there” you say with a smirk.

“Oh…Well, do you?”

“What?”

“Be my…girlfriend?” You could see his cheeks flushing their soft pink followed by his shy smile.

“Hm…I wouldn’t be accepting your dates if I didn’t want it to be something more, right?” You tease and he chuckles.

“I hope…”

“Then that’s a yes” you giggle and feel the hot temperature moving on your own cheeks.

“Really?”

“Of course” you grin and he places his hand on top of yours before he moves to hold it, intertwining your fingers as he looks at you in the most loving way.

“You don’t look bad yourself” you say as you smile at him through the mirror.

“Is that it?”

“Mhm, what did you want me to say?” You ask him as you turn on his grip, now buttoning up his shirt. “That you look hot, sexy, dashing, and charming?” You tease as you give his lips pecks as you complimented him making him chuckle.

“Those sound better than ‘don’t look bad’ ” he jokes and you giggle, hands fixing his collar as his arms go around your waist, looking at you fondly. Those blue eyes watching you and all your moves made you feel nervous, just like the first time.

“Did I told you” you pause as you wrap your arms around his neck, “that I’m really proud of you?” You ask and he smiles shyly. “You made history, Sergi. La Mesia kid just made history with just one kick, your first chance at the goal by the way” you point out. “You helped us go into Semi Finals and that was amazing. I’m really happy and proud of what you did, this time and all the other times” you know your words meant a lot to him because you knew how much you loved this club and how invested you were into everything.

He is smiling shyly at you, the way he did when he didn’t know what to say and felt embarrassed and not the bad way. “I’m glad I made you happy. You are always on my mind when I try to score. They are all for you…and the fans, mostly the fans, but also to you” he chuckles and you join him.

“You are a hero” and with that you pull him in for a kiss. You feel his hands resting on your back as he pulls you close, head tilting to deepen the kiss in the most loving way he knew.

“Come on, let’s go before Gerard decides to rush us in another way” you two laugh before heading out.

The dinner have been spectacular, you loved seeing the team having fun and joking, even if they did it in a daily basis but it was different now. They were very happy, Anto had told you about the fans getting in the way of Messi’s car and not being able to make it out right away. She also said she had never seen Leo so passionate about a match and winning, and you agreed, mentioning the concentration in your boyfriend when he woke up.

Once you get back home, you smirk at yourself before turning to your boyfriend, “Sergi, can you help me undo this?” You ask innocently and he smirks, he probably knew where this was going.

He makes his way up to you as you turn around. His hand went to rest on your waist and the other one reached for the zipper, slowly pulling it down and you feel his lips kissing your exposed skin. Your body automatically gives in to him, letting him do what he wanted. He presses you close to his body and continues to kiss your skin. Once he undid the zipper he pushed the dress off your shoulders slowly, now kissing and nibbling on your ear.

A content hum leaves your lips and you tilt your head to expose your neck which he is quick to attack, biting and sucking on your sweet spot causing a whimper from you. Your dress pools around your feet and you step out, taking the moment to turn around. His blue eyes had darkened and you could see love and lust as you stared at them. Your hand reaches to undo his shirt, your lips meeting his in a needy kiss while his hands rested on your hips.

“Y/N…” He pants and you bite your lip in response. Knowing you were the one that made him run out of breath gave you some sort of feeling. You hum to acknowledge his words, and he slides his hands down to your thighs. You are quick to discard his shirt before you jump and wrap your legs around him. He holds you close and let’s go as soon as you reach the bed, pushing you down slowly after he tried to kneel on it. He was biting your skin now, sucking here and there to leave his mark and you moan in response. Your hands fidget with the button of his jeans, trying your best to get him out of them. You succeed, and he takes it off, being quick to return to you.

You two kiss passionately, his tongue dancing against yours. One hand moves to cup your breast through your bra, giving it a few grips before he lets his finger reach into it and play with your nub. You could feel yourself getting wet with every single move coming from him. You moan quietly, back arching searching for his touch as he takes his finger out but leaves the nub out of the cup. You watch him intently before he leans down, taking it into his mouth, a louder moan leaving your lips. You move your hips against his, his own meeting yours in half way of the action, feeling how hard he was already.

“You are taking Geri’s words literally…” You tease breathlessly, running your fingers through his curls and you feel him chuckle. His hand is reaching down into your underwear, his fingers teasing your clit once he moved to rest his body on the side instead of on top of you. You take the chance to reach down and tug on the exposed waistband of his underwear, your hand moving to the front of his jeans back and forth making him groan.

“I love you” he breathes out as he pulls away from your chest, his gaze looking down at you lovingly a fond smile up his lips while his fingers ran teasingly along your heat before he pulls away, sitting down before you. His hues look into yours as he reaches for the waistband of your underwear, pulling on it slowly, his fingers grazing the skin along your legs causing goosebumps.

He is about to climb on top and you push him to the side to get him to lay down on his back making him chuckle and wrap his arms around your waist. “Have I ever told you how adorable you look?” You ask as you lean down, waving your hair around his face making him chuckle.

“Not really” he says and you giggle, pressing a soft kiss against his lip before kissing his cheek, then down his neck and brushing your lips against the skin. His hand move to grip on your waist as his eyes fluttered, his breath catching on his throat, waiting for you to move.

“Well, you are” you whisper against his skin and he lets out a throaty laugh. “I’m very proud of you” you place a kiss against his neck, letting your lips linger against his sweet spot making him sigh and run his fingers through your hair. Taking your time with each other was something you cherished, it was much sweeter and, like Sergi, you could pour more love into the moment. Besides, Sergi has never been one to rush things, no matter what, like now.

“Thank you…” he breathes out and you look at him smile, and you take the chance to press yourself down on him, his hands holding you in place as he raised his hips, making you grin. You are about to fix yourself to be able to get him inside of you but he flips you two around, he goes unbalanced and he almost falls if it wasn’t because you pulled him back.

You both laugh at it and he kisses your forehead. “Careful, hero” you giggle. He leans down and kisses you, a needy kiss where his tongue teased your lower lip before he bit into it, tugging at it before letting it go. He dipped into your neck, sloppy kisses being placed as he slid his hand down your body, from your chest, down to between your legs, one finger running along your heat before it presses against your clit making your hips buck for a slight second.

He smiles as he feels your breath hitch and takes the opportunity to slide his index finger inside of you, moving it around to feel your walls contract around it. Your lower lip gets caught in your throat as he teases you, painfully taking his time before sliding another finger, your fingers reached for the curls on the back of his neck, scratching his scalp with your nails making him close his eyes. He loved when you did that, mostly when he rests on top of you when you are about to sleep. It makes him relax and if you continued to do so, he’d fall asleep eventually. While being intimate though, it was the sign that you were enjoying the moment.

His fingers picked up a speed, never fully leaving your heat and you moan at the action. Your lips part to try to let him know that you were close before he pulls his fingers away making you groan while he chuckled. “Not fair” you complain with a smirk.

“Good, I did my job” you glare at him and he just smiles sweetly.

“This is supposed to be about you…”

“Just let me do what I want…That’s enough” he whispers huskily into your ear and you shiver. When he spoke to you in that tone there was no chance you could neglect it. It even made you lose your words.

Your head nods and he gives you a side smirk that only melted you even more. He could be quite angelic and adorable, but when it came to bedroom matters, he could be a complete different person and still be the way he was. You run your tongue along your lip as he pulls away, your hand reaching to run down his chest and abs, traveling lower and reaching his cock, and you feel him tense. Your hand moves around it, giving it a few slow strokes making him tilt his head back slightly.

Hips inch closer to his and you give it one last stroke, now aligning it with your center. His hand covers yours and he moves the head along your lips, collecting some of your wetness before he finally decides to enter you. Your hands grip on the bed sheets on your sides and you moan and sigh in relief, so did he. He stayed still for a few moments, both of you taking in the feeling of being together before he started to move slowly. He was still in front of you, legs under his body and lifting himself as he brought your hips close to his in a steady rhythm.

You let out a few throaty moans and whimpers as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, his hands gripping your waist as his pace quickened. One hand roamed up your body, then used it to hold his body up and not crush you, although at this point, you didn’t even care. You were in cloud nine and you could care less about anything that wasn’t related to the way Sergi was making you feel right now. Hearing your name coming out of his lips in short pants had you moaning and arching your back to press yourself against him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, trying to push him deeper but it wasn’t necessary, because he took the hint in your first failed attempt to do so. You reached up, your lips pressing against his neck and kissed the skin, biting and sucking on it as well, earning the beautiful hitch of breaths and moans that came from Sergi’s throat and into your ear. That only made you continue the action, the hand on the back of his neck holding him in place.

“You feel so good, amor” he breaths out into your ear, causing more goosebumps along your skin. “So good…”

You tug on the skin on his neck before sucking on it once you got a hold of his sweet spot. You were starting to feel the pressure building inside of you and you lightly pat his chest. That was your little sign that you wanted to be in charge. He holds you close and flips you both, being careful to not slip completely out of you. Your hips started moving back and forth, his hands guiding your movements to his desired pace. You run a hand along your hair to push it backwards before you move up and down slowly. His hips meet yours half way down and he is holding you tightly, giving you powerful thrusts that only made you arch your back in pure bliss.

Tongue moves along your lip, head tilts backwards as you move on him. He was hitting a complete different angle inside of you and you were loving it, and you could tell he was too by the way he moaned and his eyes lolled back in pleasure.

“Sergi…” You moan and you rest a hand on top of his and gripped it. Said hand travelled up your body, stopping to grip on your breast and then moved to your cheek as he sat up.

“I’m right behind you…” he says as he sharpens his moves.

You let go with a loud moan with a mix of his name, or so it was supposed to be. Your back arched and toes curled as you reached your climax and soon enough you feel him let go inside of you. His blue eyes were closed as he came, hand gripping on your hip as he tried to regain his breath as so were you. Both of your hips moved slightly, riding out both of your highs, your body bent slightly forward, forehead against his sweaty one as you both pant.

He smiles and reaches to cup your face in both hands, your own resting on the bed besides his head after he collapsed backwards. He gives you a few pecks before locking your lips together, his tongue teasing your lip.

“I should do this more often if I get this amazing gift afterwards.”

“You definitely should” you giggle and you move to his side, moving to rest your head on his chest.

“Do you want to watch a movie while we fall asleep?”

You only hum in response. Your boyfriend looks up for a movie to watch, his fingers running through your hair and arm soothingly. At some point, you feel his breathing become slower and you shift to confirm your thoughts. Sergi was already fast asleep, his hand resting on your arm, his hair all over the place just like you liked.

One month later

“I did say that we’d need more nurses in the hospitals soon, right?” Pique says as he arrives at the airport with the team, an interviewer randomly asking about what he had said back in the Remontada interview.

“Can you mention one of them?”

“Yeah, but I rather he tells you himself” he says and looks behind him, “Oye, tio! (Hey, dude!), they want to know about your new baby” Pique says.

You see Sergi’s cheek flush a bright red and his nervous laugh as he is approached by interviewers. “I-Yeah, I guess I can confirm that Y/N and I are expecting a baby-”

“You haven’t thanked me yet!” Pique shouts at your boyfriend and he just laughs nervously once again, rubbing the back of his neck.

#sergi roberto imagine #sergi roberto imagines #sergi roberto smut #fc barcelona imagine #fc barcelona imagines #(mine)#(baby boom)

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palaugranetes · 6 years

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I’M GOING TO KICK YOU

28 December 2018

Puyi: EXPLAIN YOURSELF @Geri

Masche: 🤨

Geri: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT..

Geri: I literally did nothing this time

Geri: What do I have to explain?!?!?

Xavi: What happened here?

Masche: Apparently the Tree did something that upset Puyi

Geri: Shut up Baldy. @Xavi I did nothing I promise

Puyi: "Gerard Pique will retire in 2020 to run for FC Barcelona Presidency in 2021. And sources say he plans on bringing Xavi and Iniesta back to the Club as First team technical staff and Puyol as Sports Director" [Mundo Deportivo]

Jordi: HE'S GONNA DO WHAT NOW!?

Ivan: What the hell?!

Andres: Excuse me?? When was this agreed upon? I was not asked..

Xavi: And this is the first time I am hearing about this why??

Luis: WHAT?! 2020??!!! THAT'S NEXT YEAR... WHAT EVEN GERARD?!

Leo: Guys.. let's calm down and wait for him to respond and explain

Marc: Leo is right we need to keep our cool and let him clear things out

Sergio: And then we can decide what to do with him.

Masche: I'm ready

Leo: We are not gonna do anything to him. Simmer down you two

Masche: 😩 fine

Leo: @Geri care to explain?

Geri: Guys.. I promise I never said anything.

Ivan: But you have made it clear that you intend to run for President.

Geri: But not in 2021!!

Puyi: Then?

Geri: Why would I give up football so soon..

Puyi: You tell us

Leo: I for one believe him

Xavi: I mean coming back home under new management is the dream

Andres: Yes.. but 2021..

Geri: If and WHEN that happens it won't be in 2020 I can assure you and you guys will be the first to know

Puyi: Good.

Geri: Besides.. I am still not finished with Gordo

Luis: OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

Ivan: 😂😂

Puyi: I'm gonna let this rest for now.. but so help me if I get any kind of confirmation I am coming for you and I'm bringing @Masche along with me

Masche: FINALLY!

Geri: Alright nanu

........

Sergi: Guys, I've been trying to find the right way and time to tell you all something important

Andres: What is it my friend?

Xavi: Listening

Sergi: Guys, I don't know how to say this but.. I decided that this will be my last season at Can Barça. I am transferring next season.. I have 4 options I need to review carefully still but my decision is made

Sergio: WHAT?!

Luis: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!?

Ivan: You said what now??

Sergi: I feel it's time for me to try something new.

Geri: I blame Marquitos. I'm gonna kick his ass once I see him.

Sergi: No no he had nothing to do with it.

Jordi: You don't enjoy hanging out with us anymore??

Sergi: No absolutely not that. It's just a professional decision. You guys should all understand.. most of you did the same..

Geri: But Sergi, we did not have the opportunities you are having now

Jordi: Yeah man I would have never left

Sergio: I don't think any of us would have

Marc: I understand your decision @Sergi.. I went through the same thing when I left my home Club. It was not easy at all. But this was a dream and I'm glad I took the risk.

Ivan: I'm glad I did too..

Puyi: Are you sure you want to do this nanu?

Sergi: I'm gonna have to get back to you in a few. I need to do something

Geri: Well today has been eventful..

Puyi: You are still not off the hook

Geri: HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SWEAR I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT!

.......

Sergi: Guys.. I made a decision... are you here?

Ivan: Here.. what did you decide?

Jordi: Lay it on us

Sergi: Well after a long consideration and thoroughly studying the situation I came to a conclusion

Geri: Spit it out already

Sergi: My conclusion was that you are all Inocentes! Inocentes! Inocentes!!

Sergi: I got all of you! I have never been this nervous in my life! I am glad this is over.

Geri: Holy shit..

Puyi: Did you just prank us??

Sergi: Yep😇

Xavi: Oh my God

Andres: I can't believe it..

Geri: I am so conflicted right now.. On one hand I am pissed I fell for it, but on the other hand.. I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!!! WELL DONE NANU!!

Masche: My goodness they are multiplying...

Geri: Oh hush you

Ivan: Wow.. you really had us going there..

Marc: I cannot believe this.. I was so worried.

Luis: I blame @Geri

Geri: Sure blame everything on Gerard..

29 December 2018

Leo: Guys.. we have been fooled

Luis: Yeah Sergi already confessed he was pranking us Leo where were you?

Leo: NO loco not him.. Geri

Geri: oh ffs What'd I do now

Leo: Not you.. MD

Xavi: Guys! MD published a follow up.. we are all Inocentes

Puyi: I'm gonna punch someone

Geri: I TOLD YOU GUYS!!

Andres: I hate this day

Geri: I LOVE THIS DAY!

Luis: Of course you do you Giant weirdo!

Leo: Luis you will never learn

Masche: So I don't get to kick the Tree's ass?

Puyi: Not this time no..

Masche: Dammit.. I was so ready

Sergio: 😂 but at least everything worked out fine for everyone

#captains group chat #captain's log #carles puyol #xavi #andres iniesta #javier mascherano #lionel messi #sergio busquets #gerard pique #sergi roberto #jordi alba #ivan rakitic #luis suarez #marc andre ter stegen #football imagine

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someone like her / Sergi Roberto

Summary: Sergi x female!reader

Warnings: reader not exactly having self-confidence 100

Requested?: Yes, by a lovely anon! 💖

Author's Note: Happy ending! :D

Some people seem to fade into the shadows. Some people go unnoticed. But sometimes the most famous people are only famous because of the people who hide in their shadows.

You're always there, hiding behind your camera, filming them. Your camera spans over Robert Lewandowski, then Vitor Roque, then Pedri, and then, finally, Sergi Roberto.

Your gaze lingers on him through the lens of the camera.

Sergi. For so long, you've watched him. You see how he acts, with teammates, the manager, the trainers... He's funny and respectful and responsible and handsome... It's like you know him. You're always watching.

Yeah, sure. You'll admit it. You totally have a huge crush on him.

Yet it's questionable if he even knows you exist.

That's the thing. It's strange. You see him weekly, or sometimes even daily, these days. You're always in the same places at the same times. Yet it feels like you're still worlds apart.

He's rich. You're doing well for yourself, but not a millionaire. He's extroverted and friendly. You're introverted and reserved. He's athletic and handsome. You're a little chubby, and sometimes don't feel very pretty. He has a huge reputation. Your reputation only extends to being good at your job.

You're opposites, but he's everything you want.

And the crushing reality that you'll never, ever even have a chance with him comes back every day.

Every single day, you doll yourself up, hoping he'll notice. Just a smile, or comment from him- that would make your day. Sometimes you curse yourself, wishing you could just talk to him. But it's nerve-racking.

It's nerve-racking to present yourself to someone who's so out of your league.

So you hide behind the camera and film his footballing life.

But one day, his striking bright blue eyes look right at the camera. Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel goosebumps appear on your arms. You slowly lean away from the camera, and look at him.

And he's looking right back at you. Your eyes lock with each other. It's just PR stuff you're filming. But he seems completely unfocused.

You're completely unfocused, too.

And you're both so preoccupied by looking into each other's eyes.

He looks like something just dawned on him.

Your heart feels lodged in your throat.

His mouth slowly opens, and from across the room, he's got you in a whole other world.

A trance.

But suddenly you both snap out of it when someone asks, "Uh, Sergi?"

His eyes flit away from yours, and everything goes back to normal.

But something feels different. In the air. Something that is keeping your heart rate from slowing down, and your cheeks from cooling down.

When the PR filming is over, then, you leave before the players. You're outside by your car, your mind rushing at the strange new electricity you just felt between you and Sergi, putting your camera bags in the trunk of your Toyota, when suddenly you hear someone behind you call, "Hey, wait up!"

Your shoulders go stiff. You'd recognize that voice anywhere.

You turn to see Sergi Roberto jogging toward you. He's still wearing the football kit he was wearing for PR stuff in the filming studio.

He's grinning, and those stunning eyes are shining. You're not sure if you're imagining it, but is that a little bit of pinkness on his cheeks?When he reaches you, he says, "Hey there. I've seen you around for a while filming. I've been meaning to talk to you."

Your mouth opens, but at first you're too nervous to speak. You swallow and try again, in actual surprise, "Oh- you have?"

"Sure," he nods with a cute little chuckle. "Of course I have. Always see you behind that camera, filming me. I've been wondering about you. What's your name?"

You blush. He has? He seriously has noticed me? But I'm just me! I thought I was invisible to him. I thought he didn't even know I existed, because I was always too reserved to talk to him first.

You smile softly. But it's Sergi. Of course he noticed me. Of course he did. He's friendly, and sweet. He'd notice even someone like me.

"Oh- uh-" you blush harder, snapping back into reality. Those eyes are staring into you, waiting for an answer to his question. You chuckle, embarrassed, but quickly tell him your name.

He smiles. "That's a lovely name. Nice to meet you, Y/n."

Just him saying your first name is enough to make your head spin.

"Yeah nice to meet you too!" you exclaim, a little too enthusiastically, compared to your usual quieter demeanor.

But your crush? Actually talking to you? And being super sweet?! That's enough to change your demeanor!

But Sergi says with a little amused smile, "I take it you're a little shy...?"

You bite your lip, smiling. "Yeah, I guess you could call it that..."

He beams back at you, that glimmer still in his eyes. "Well, it's great meeting you... But I was wondering- can I ask you a question?"

"Oh, uh, sure!" you respond with a nod, clenching your jaw in wonder of what he will ask.

He smiles, and his eyes soften. "I was just wondering if I could have your number. I've been meaning to ask you for it for a while."

Your jaw drops, and, without thinking, you blurt, "Why?!"

He chuckles, but not in a mean way. He almost seems...

Charmed?!

He grins and says, "Well, if you really want to know why, I'll tell you. I've been watching you from a distance for a while. I like your style. You've got a sweet laugh, and I see you with your co-workers every so often. You may be quiet, but you're quite sweet, from what I gather. Not to mention, you're beautiful."

Your hand moves to your mouth as you cover it in shock. You stare, wide-eyed, before muttering, "You're interested in someone like me?"

He grins back. "Yeah. 'Interested' is a really good word for it, actually."

So while I've been watching him from afar, he's been doing the same exact thing to me, except neither of us knew it!?

"W- Well, yeah, of course you can have my number! Uh- I have a pen, but do you have any paper-?"

He shrugs and holds out his hand. You stare at it as he says, "Just write it right on my hand. That way I won't lose it."

You hesitate. "It might wash off, though."

He shakes his head 'no.' "Don't worry. I'm too eager to get to know you to let it wash off before I put it in my phone."

"Oh," you smile, feeling giddy. "O- Okay!"

So you take his hand in yours and scribble your number on it. But when you're about to pull your hand away, he wraps his fingers around yours.

Your eyes meet.

You swallow and smile.

He shows an endearing grin. "By the way, did I mention you're beautiful?"

You blush. Butterflies swarm in your stomach, and you have a feeling maybe, just maybe, this could go far.

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