Papi ~ Pedri

papi ~ pedri

summary: pedri and y/n as young parents.

pedri and y/n didn’t expect to have a child on the way at just the age of 19. they were both still so young, so adventurous - they both had their whole lives ahead of them. pedris career was rising by the day and there wasn’t a second to waste.

of course, pedri never really thought of it that way - a baby wouldn’t waste their time - he more or less thought of it as an opportunity for the two of them to get closer. as a way for their relationship to strengthen with a new piece of each of them, a symbol of their love.

he often had those little thoughts about his future, his kids, his family. how his kids would go to his games with his wife. how he would love to dedicate his goals to them. how he would come home after a long morning of training to his adorable family.

and in almost all of those fantasies, he saw y/n. she was his past, his present, and hopefully his future too. there was no doubt he loved her endlessly, and a baby wouldn’t have been too bad. they were young, but more than capable of having and raising a child.

pedri had reassured her of that factor as they sat on their bedroom floor, concerned and anxious for what was to come. he had reassured her that he made enough to provide for them both, they already lived together so he would try to spend as much time with her as possible throughout the pregnancy.

but y/n wasn’t worried about the financial problems or the lonely moments at home. she was terrified for their relationship. would the pregnancy cause a strain in their relationship? would it bring them closer or tear them apart?

it was clear that pedri and y/n both had different views on this unexpected pregnancy. it was a talk that they both needed to have, desperately, which is exactly what they did. they confided in eachother on their bedroom floor, for hours on end.

they spoke about the negatives. the positives. the effects. the hardships. the stress. the money. the time dedicated. the necessities.

eventually the talk turned into something every new couple entering parenthood talked about; the gender of their baby, the names they loved, who would spoil them more, who would love them the most, whose sibling would be more attached to them, whose name they would say first.

the somber looks turned into smiles and giggles, comforting eachother, creating a loving atmosphere around them just as any other healthy couple would’ve done.

•••

that was all a little over a year ago. currently, y/n sat with her little baby girl, mía, facing her on her lap as she played with her small hands. she was now almost 7 months old and absolutely adored pedri.

the chatter of the stadium surrounded the two, the bright lights cascading down on them as the sun painted the sky in a gorgeous mix of orange and pink. the usual hot weather had now chilled, blowing a light breeze through the air.

y/n sat with mikky, frenkie’s girlfriend, as they, along with everybody else, waited for the game to start. y/n thought of mikky as an older sister, being five years older, the latter always looked out for the youngest wag but most importantly she was always there for her, even through her pregnancy. she helped her a lot mentally and emotionally, at times when even pedri had no clue what to do.

she also adored mía, as much as her own parents. she loved taking her away from pedri and y/n sometimes, going shopping with the two girls and spoiling the little one the most.

“mía.” mikky called out to the little one, her finger coming down on her chin, giving it a little tug. mías big brown eyes went from her moms to her aunt mikky, her small lips upturning into a smile at her excited expression.

“¿estás emocionada de que papi juegue?” (are you excited for daddy to play?)

mía only understood one word from that sentence, the one word she’d started saying a few weeks ago and said it non-stop everyday.

“¡papi!” she exclaimed in happiness at the mention of pedri. she was utterly in awe with her father, loved watching him kick around the football in their backyard, loved cuddling up to him on movie nights, loved sitting on his lap wherever they went, loved falling asleep on his chest.

it was as if y/n didn’t even exist when it was just her and her dad; pedri and y/n found that absolutely adorable. she was such a daddy’s girl, she wasn’t even a whole year old yet but her dad was the centre of her universe.

pedri often teased y/n for that. he loved kissing and cuddling with his baby infront of y/n, showing her who their daughter loves the most. y/n often just playfully rolled her eyes, giving pedri a small slap on his arm before cuddling up with the two loves of her life.

“¡sí, papi!” mikky replied, giving mía a tap on her nose and watching as she slightly scrunched it up as a giggle left her mouth. y/n watched the whole encounter with a loving smile plastered on her lips.

her hands held her daughter up on her lap, her little body dressed in the blaugrana jersey with pedris signature number 8 on the back and her name. it was a gift from mikky and frenkie when mía was born, a little big at the time, but now it fit her perfectly and she loved wearing it, loving how she matched with her dad and mom, and practically the rest of the stadium.

when she was born, she seemed to have lots of pedris features along with y/n’s lips. however, as she grew older each month, she started to grow more into her moms features. she had y/n’s long eyelashes, her gorgeous small nose, the chubby cheeks she also had when she was a baby, the same hair colour.

it was ironic how much she looked like her mom, yet completely adored and loved her dad.

mikky noticed the players starting to walk out onto the pitch and she let out a gasp, pointing to the centre as mía curiously followed her finger.

“¡mira!” (look!)

mías tiny hands came up to her mouth when she saw all the boys on the pitch, the expression something she caught onto whilst watching youtube videos. a toothless grin sat on her lips as her brown eyes scanned the grass, looking for her papa.

y/n turned her around on her lap so she could see better. she pointed towards pedri and when mía found what her mother was pointing at, she let out the biggest giggle ever.

“¡papiiii!” she clapped her hands together in excitement.

“sí, bebé, es tu papi.” y/n whispered into her ear, laying a kiss on her chubby cheek, loving the happy and cheery mood her baby was in to watch her dad. pedri took a few seconds to look for his two girls in the stands. when his eyes landed on them both, he gave a smile, waving at them. his grin widened when he saw his little girl trying to stand up in her mothers lap and give him the biggest wave ever.

y/n blew him a kiss which he returned before moving to go stand with his teammates. mía sat back against her mother with a big sigh, as if standing uneasily for five seconds was a huge task for her.

“¿cansanda, mi amor?” (tired, my love?) she whispered into her ear, earning a short babble to which she had no idea the meaning of.

once the game started, mía calmed down a bit. however, her little eyes couldn’t keep up with everything that was happening, she kept losing sight of pedri and she didn’t like how hot it started getting in this crowded area.

at that, she started becoming clingy. she kept turning around on y/n’s lap, touching her hair, grabbing at the strap of her bag. even after y/n put on her favourite youtube videos on her phone for her to watch, mía wasn’t interested. she sat on mikkys lap for a bit, babbling all sorts to her aunt, staring at a few other people sat around them, fiddling with her aunts jewellery before she became fussy again.

y/n took her once more and put her head against her shoulder. perhaps she was just sleepy, it was quite later in the day and she usually falls asleep at this time. y/n cradled her small head onto her shoulder, rubbing soothing circles against her jersey-clad back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear to calm her down.

with how loud it was in the stadium, mía did not care. she could fall asleep anywhere, loud or quiet, probably due to the amount of games y/n went to whilst pregnant, which is why she had the confidence that she could also fall asleep here in her arms; maybe just for a bit to refuel her energy.

in no time mía was sound asleep against her mothers shoulder, peacefully snoring away into her neck. y/n made small conversation with mikky throughout the whole game, talking about anything and everything that came to their minds whilst also keeping an eye on the quiet, sleeping baby in her hold.

the game had finally came to an end, mía having slept through most of it. y/n knew pedri would be coming out in a little bit, after showering and talking with his teammates, so she stayed behind with mikky and a few of the other wags whilst the rest of the stadium started gradually emptying out.

mía, now sensing the change in atmosphere and the low chatter of the people around her, started stirring around in her mothers arms. her little hand came up to rub at her eye as she lifted her head from the snug position on y/n’s shoulder.

she came face to face with her mom and her aunt, confused because that was exactly what she saw before falling asleep. with a pout on her chapped lips and with red cheeks, she turned her head to see the once packed stadium now slightly empty with no players on the pitch.

“ah, buenos días princesa.” (good morning princess.) mikky joked as she smiled at a sleepy looking mía. y/n laughed at her baffled expression, her hand coming up to tame her messy, disheveled hair and rub away the drool on her chin. she looked like she’d just woken up from the best nap of her little life.

“y/n, deberíamos ir ahora. saldrán en cualquier momento.” (we should be going now. they will be coming out at any minute.) mikky told her as she smoothed down her shirt, placing her bag back around her shoulder. y/n nodded and soon they were walking towards the car park, knowing pedri would meet her there.

they had just made it to pedris car when y/n felt mía wiggle in her arms, her raspy voice calling out to her favourite person. “papaaa.”

they both turned to see pedri walking over with a big smile on his face. frenkie, gavi and ferran were not too far behind him, but mías eyes were only on her papi.

her arms started reaching out towards him before he was even halfway there and pedri chuckled at her eagerness, taking her into his arms when he reached the two.

“ay mi niña hermosa. ¿cómo estás?” (oh my beautiful little girl, how are you?) he asked as he pressed lots of little kisses all around her face, his arms caging her in against his freshly showered body.

he only got a babble and a cheery “papi!” in return. her little arms went around his neck as much as they could, her giggling lips meeting his cheek as she pressed a kiss to his skin, or atleast attempted to plant a kiss. he laughed whilst she snuggled into his neck, getting comfortable with his familiar warmth and smell.

pedri leaned forward as he pulled y/n towards him too, his free arm wrapped around her waist and he leaned in for a kiss. she complied, pulling away after a few moments and running a hand over mías back.

“buen juego.” (great game.) she whispered to him, a smile on her face at his awed expression.

“gracias. ¿la señorita mía durmió durante todo esto?” (thank you. did miss mía sleep through it all?) he joked as he went back to stroking her hair, his heart warming at how she cuddled more into him.

“sí, estaba muy quisquillosa, así que pensé que sería mejor si se iba a dormir un rato.” (yes, she was being very fussy so i thought it would be best if she went to sleep for a little.)

“ah vale vale.” (okay okay.)

“mía!” the two turned to see ferran and gavi walking towards them with big grins on their faces. mía, at the sound of her name, lifted her head from pedris shoulder and found her two uncles running towards her.

she slightly screamed in happiness when gavi pinched her cheek and ferran leaned forward to give her a small kiss on the other. she smiled up at her uncles, her hands clapping together once gavi started squishing her chubby cheeks together.

“ay, que linda.” (how cute) ferran stated as he saw the little one trying to push pablos hand away, wrapping her whole fist around his one finger.

y/n and mikky shared a short goodbye as frenkie sat in the car, sharing his goodbyes from the open window. pedri and y/n lowly engaged in conversation whilst mía giggled and messed around with the two players. a few minutes later, they were bidding the little baby farewell with little kisses on her forehead. she gave them each a tiny wave as they walked off after saying goodbye to y/n and pedri too.

“vamos a casa, ¿sí?” (let’s go home, yeah?) he nodded towards the car, his voice tired and drained. y/n nodded and went to sit down as pedri put mía in her car seat. she did fuss around again, whining about wanting to be in her dads arms for a little longer but pedri only shook his head as he promised her he’d cuddle with her at home. after giving her his phone to watch youtube on, he shut the door and went to the drivers side.

¿cómo llega pablo a casa? ¿deberíamos dejarlo?” (how is pablo getting home? should we drop him off?) y/n asked as pedri started the car.

“no, ferran lo llevara a casa.” (ferran will take him home today.)

“vale.” (okay.)

with that, pedri drove back home with his two favourite girls in his car. his hand held his girlfriends warmer one, his heart content and his body relaxed as the loud sound of mía’s favourite youtube channel sounded from the back.

kiss me forever ~ pablo gavi

summary: gavi can’t get enough of his girlfriends kisses.

a soft chuckle left y/n’s mouth as she felt pablo connect his lips with hers for the tenth time in the last five minutes. he had been extremely clingy and loving today, just wanting to spend time with his girlfriend and shower her with his endless affection.

his arms tightened around her waist as he pulled her even closer, if that was even possible, to his own body. her legs were draped over his lap as his right hand went to her thigh, resting against her skin.

“pablo, no podemos besarnos para siempre.” (we can’t kiss each other forever) she breathily whispered against his lips when she pulled away again for some breath.

she felt him slightly whine under her lips before leaning forward, pecking them softly once again.

“si pudiera lo haría.” (if i could then i would)

his reply was vague as he was eager to kiss her again. pablo couldn’t deny he was extremely addicted to the taste and feel of her mouth against his own. her plump lips so soft, so sweet, so gentle. he couldn’t get enough.

he sighed in content and happiness, “te quiero mucho, mi niña preciosa.” (i love you so much, my beautiful girl)

“me encanta besarte.” (i love kissing you)

her hands slowly travelled from his shoulders to his neck, wrapping her arms around him to pull him closer. she gently played with his hair, knowing how much he loved when she did that.

when he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, she sighed into him and let him kiss her into euphoria. she could feel him everywhere, his warmth, his smell, his tenderness. his love caged her in his arms and she never wanted to leave.

canarian ~ pedri

summary: pedri takes his daughter to see his hometown for the first time.

the season had finally ended and pedri was extremely happy that he had an endless amount of time to spend with his family, friends and, most importantly, his adorable ten month old, mía.

y/n had also been given time off from work for the summer so they both decided it was time for a vacation. both being financially stable, deciding on where to go was quite a difficult task - but when y/n suggested visiting tenerife, pedri’s homeland, he felt as though he just fell deeper in love with her.

an elevated grin immediately formed itself on his lips and he instantly agreed when he saw the hopeful glint in her eyes. it’d been so long since they both last went to the canary islands together, and the fact that now they had a daughter made it all the more exciting.

it would be her first time visiting her dads hometown, and pedri couldn’t be anymore excited for his friends and colleagues back home to meet his little girl. after all, she was half canarian and deserved to see where her papi spent most of his life.

•••

mía had been glued to her tío adrián ever since the group decided to have a pool day. it’d been a few days since they’ve been in tenerife and mía had been a very happy baby ever since. she’d never been around as much nature as she’d seen here than in barcelona; the music and flowers and sunshine all around her kept her in a cheery mood.

y/n stayed on one of the lounge chairs with pedris mom, rosy, as they chatted about anything and everything that came to mind. she was a very mindful person to talk to. being pedri’s girlfriend, y/n was loved a lot by pedris family. they considered her as their own due to how close the two were, as friends, before they even got together.

rosy knew her since she was just 15 years old. she was there when she and pedri met and she saw each day as they became closer. she was there when pedri was nervous for his first date with her, she was there when the two finally got together, she was there when they had their first argument, she was there to comfort them both separately, she was there when pedri recieved his first award and did not stop praising his ‘amazing girlfriend’ up on that stage.

most importantly, she was there when y/n had mía.

rosy encouraged them both from the beginning of their friendship. from the moment she saw y/n with her heart-warming smile and bright personality, she knew she was the one for pedri. they were both so young, they still are, but she had a gut feeling they would stick by each others side until their love stopped blooming.

y/n was now almost 21, and loved rosy as her own mother. she’d always been their biggest supporter and she was an amazing abuela to their little mía too.

y/n kept an eye on the two in the water, not that far away from them. mía had her little blue bathing suit on and she was held in pedris arms as her tío adrián lightly splashed water onto her. her loud giggles could be heard from where she and rosy were sitting and y/n couldn’t help the smile that came onto her lips at her babys happy babbles.

“parece estar disfrutando de la ciudad natal de su padre, ¿eh?” (she seems to be enjoying her dads hometown, hm?) rosy asked and y/n turned to her, nodding.

“sí, le ha encantado cada segundo.” (yes, she’s loved every second of it) she lightly chuckled when adrián started dunking himself into the water, making mía laugh harder at his frazzled expression every time he came out.

“¿y pedro?” (and pedro?)

“pedro siempre le ha encantado estar aqui mama.” (pedro has always loved it here, mama) she replied. a loving smile came upon rosy’s lips and y/n’s own widened.

“es su ciudad natal. ¿cómo podría no quererla?” (it’s his hometown, how could he not love it here?)

her eyes wandered from mía to pedri and a familiar warmth filled her stomach. she felt that fluttering warmth engulfing her, the butterflies in her belly intensifying the longer she stared at her pretty boyfriend. his hair was pushed back due to the water and his toned muscles were on full display, flexing each time he moved with mía in his arms. his tan was slowly coming in, making him look even hotter, if that was even possible.

when he looked over to her, she felt her heart physically skip a beat - he’d always had that affect on her. pedri caught the intensity in her gaze when his eyes locked onto hers. she looked so gorgeous sitting there under the blaring sun, with his sunglasses on her head because she forgot her own at home. her blue bikini matched her skin tone so well, growing into the tan she was gradually getting.

pedri lifted his hand and waved her over with a teasing grin on his face. he watched as she whispered something to his mother, who nodded, and soon she was walking down towards them.

when mía saw her mother approaching, she called out to her with a giggle, her hands splashing themselves harder in the water the closer she got. pedri held out his hand and helped her down the steps of the pool, his other arm still wrapped around mía, who was now wiggling her feet under the water too.

“ay, mi amorrr.” (oh, my love) y/n’s hands reached forward and she bought the happy little girl into her arms.

“¿te diviertes?” (are you having fun?) she laughed when mía responded with a harsh nod of her head and another splash of her hands in the water. she pressed a kiss to her wet forehead, moving the hair out of her face before smiling down at her.

adrián came over and popped out of the water next to them, attempting to scare mía, but she only laughed in his face before reaching toward him. adrián took her out of her mothers arms and swam off, leaving the young couple to be alone in their own world.

pedris arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her body into his hold and closer to his chest. y/n rested her hands against his biceps and he reached down to plant a kiss against her lips. they were so soft and sweet and slotted perfectly against his.

he slightly swayed them both, still in the water, still with his lips gently pecking hers. she obliged to his random need, kissing him back with just as much laziness and tenderness and love that he was kissing her with. pedri couldn’t have been anymore at peace in that moment.

he was surrounded by his family, he was back in the town of his childhood, he had the cutest daughter ever, and the girl of his dreams was in his arms. he couldn’t have felt anymore blessed and in love as he did, just then.

•••

y/n held mía tightly in her arms as she followed pedri into his dads restaurant. the large crowd of people surrounded the outside and as she walked in, there seemed to be more of them. they all had barcelona jerseys on and their smiles held so much pride and joy for their hometown boy, it warmed y/n’s heart.

he was representing them. he was a beacon of acknowledgment for the people of tegueste, his home. so many little kids stood in the crowd, their little bodies dressed in pedris jersey, their eyes filled with honour and admiration as they stared at the twenty-year old, their hearts filled with high aspirations to follow in his footsteps.

pedri shook every single hand he could. he waved at everyone he saw and grinned at every camera pointing his way. despite the proud smiles they held for their famous hometown boy, they each sent an awed smile and a wave towards his girlfriend and the pretty little girl in her arms.

mía kept her head against y/n’s shoulder and she watched with big eyes as her mom and dad shook hands and talked with all these random people. she was amazed with how many there were, and how they all wanted to talk to her papi.

when they walked into the restaurant, cheers erupted from the people inside once they laid their eyes on pedri. mías eyes travelled from the large crowd of people to the huge wall behind them.

a large brown, wooden wall, plastered with many pictures of pedri. she couldn’t believe how beautiful that wall looked, so so many pictures of her papi. some with a smile on his face, some of him as a young boy, some with his team, some with tío fernando, some with her abuela and abuelo and some with her mami.

when she recognised one of her and pedri, she let out a little giggle and called out to her dad.

“papi!” pedri turned from waving at one of the little boys from the local football club to his daughter when he heard her voice. she was pointing at the large wall of pictures and pedri smiled to himself as he walked over to her.

he pinched her cheek and pecked her forehead before bringing her from y/n’s arms into his own.

“eres tu.” (it’s you) her voice was still a bit unsteady when she spoke spanish but she did so with a smile on her face and her little finger pointed at the largest picture up there of him.

pedri nodded his head and then pointed to the one with him and mía. it was taken at the end of one of his games a few months ago. he was holding her in his arms, kissing her and tickling her and y/n couldn’t help but take a picture of the moment. she sent it to rosy because it was just too cute not to share with her.

y/n was surprised herself when she saw the picture printed and put up on the wall, but she thought it looked amazing up there. fernando had put this whole thing together by himself and she couldn’t stop staring at it.

when she last visited tenerife, the wall wasn’t as big as it was now. it only had a few pictures of the family, some of the restaurant and of tenerife.

it felt so surreal thinking about how far pedri has actually came in only a few years. he’s accomplished so so much at such a young age and y/n felt privileged to be able to watch all of his accomplishments with front row seats. she’d been with him since they were just a pair of silly little teenagers, and she hoped she’d be there for the rest of his achievements.

watching him interact with his daughter, their daughter, instilled a huge amount of gratification and admiration towards her boyfriend. she watched as he whispered to her about some of the pictures, showing her each of the different stages in his life. she watched as fernando asked him to stand for a few pictures and he did not let go of his little girl, but instead bought her with him into the pictures.

he was an amazing player, a great role model, an even better boyfriend, but overall, he was the best papi any little girl could ever ask for.

j.b.b_ is typing....

18+

Bucky Barnes is the pig that broke your best friend's heart. So why haven't you blocked him yet?

Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x Reader, fucking when they really shouldn't, arrogant asshole!bucky, flirting, mature themes, smut (penetrative sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, creampie).

"What a prick!" Lila yells as the four of you burst into the apartment, drunk and exhausted.

"He's such a bastard," Jaya seethes, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Yeah," You chime in, sitting next to Lila on the couch. "Bucky is a pig who's only interested in sex. You deserve so much better."

"I could've punched him because of the shit he was saying," Christiana grumbles bitterly, sitting on the couch opposite you. "He was saying that he bets Lila already has a line of guys waiting for her; basically implying that she was the disloyal one."

"He's honestly the worst," Jaya mutters with a huff.

"He's so annoying," You complain with an eye-roll, rubbing Lila's back comfortingly.

"And," Christiana begins, leaning forward. "He was all, 'Y/N looks hot'- like, what?"

That takes you aback. While the girls complain, you sit in shock. Bucky Barnes thinks you're hot? Little old you?

"What a creep! You're literally one of my best friends," Lila yells, red-faced. "He has no shame."

"He is such a scumbag," Jaya adds with clenched fists. "Did he not think Christi would tell us he said that?"

Coming to your senses, you clear your throat and nod. "Yeah, what a- he's such a prick."

Soon after that, the four of you head to bed. Jaya and Christiana live further away from campus, so they're sleeping over.

Christiana is out like a light the second her head hits the pillow, but you're still a little buzzed so you go on your phone to see an interesting notification.

j.b.b_ has added you as a friend!

Fuck. You recognize his username from when Lila was dating him. Oh, fuck.

It's as though your fingers have a mind of their own. In seconds, you've added him back.

j.b.b_ is typing...

You're absolutely fucked.

You open his message 27 seconds after he sends it, because the rules of texting don't apply at 5am.

j.b.b_

hey zombie cheerleader.

He's referring to your costume from earlier tonight. It makes you feel a little special that he remembers you. Why are you so pathetic?

you

hey indiana jones.

j.b.b_

you get home okay?

you

yeah. our uber driver gave us candy

j.b.b_

did you eat it?

you

ofc not

i don't accept candy from strangers

j.b.b_

i got some candy if you want it.

you

i don't accept candy from strangers

j.b.b_

i'm hardly a stranger

anyway, quick question

you

shoot

j.b.b_

do u remember dancing with me tonight?

well, more like dancing on me

you

huh?

no definitely not

j.b.b_

you sure?

when WAP was playing

you

fuck off

that was you ?? i didn't even realize

why did i dance with you

j.b.b_

lucky you.

you're a great fucking dancer, btw. the things you do with those hips? damn.

you

u do know i'm lilas roommate right?

j.b.b_

who's lila?

you

you're literally the worst human being alive.

j.b.b_

you live in the Ross building right?

you

yeah why

j.b.b_

u know where the common room is?

you

ground floor or 15th floor one

j.b.b_

15th

you

what about it

j.b.b_

come here.

you

uhhhhhhmmmmmm what

j.b.b_

i'm lonely. :(

you

go to your apartment aren't the guys there

j.b.b_

they have a bunch of girls over

you

isn't that what u want?

j.b.b_

nah, i want you.

Your stomach is doing flips. You glance back at Christiana to make sure she's still asleep before turning back to your phone.

you

you're an arrogant prick

j.b.b_

because I always get what I want.

you

You're disappointed when he leaves you on read, but a part of you is relieved. Who knows the drama you'd cause if you actually went to hang out with Lila's fucking ex at 5am?

oh yeah? well then, come and get it

Just as you're about to fall asleep, there's a knock at the front door. You immediately shoot up and race out of your room, hoping that the other girls are too deep into their sedated sleep to have heard it.

When you open it, you throw up your hands. "What the fuck, Bucky?"

"Nice pyjamas," He says with a smirk, leaning against the door as he looks you up and down.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him in an angry whisper.

"You told me to come get what I want," Bucky replies casually, kicking the door shut before slowly stepping further into your apartment and placing one of his hands on your hips. He pulls you into him and lowers his lips to your ear. "Gotcha."

You push him away with a huff. "You shouldn't be here. You need to leave."

He grabs you again, backing you up until your butt hits the back of the couch. "Don't worry, baby," He whispers softly, stroking your exposed sides. "I know exactly what you want."

Before you can respond, he spins you around and bends you over the couch. You gasp as his mouth comes to your ear, his crotch pressing against your ass.

"You were dancing like such a slut on me earlier," He grumbles, grinding against you. "You can pretend like you didn't know it was me all you want, but we know the truth."

The memory is clear as day. Honestly, there was a small part of you that thought it was Bucky you were whining your ass on. You had made eye contact with Sam and Steve, greeted them briefly, then turned around to dance with your back to them, expecting one of them to get the hint and start dancing with you. When you felt two hands on your hips, you didn't question it at all, ignoring the way you clearly felt Bucky's cold metal ring against your stomach. The boys didn't comment, knowing that Bucky's a dog who gets what he wants, no matter what or who it is.

"You got me so fucking hard earlier, and there was nothing I could do about it," Bucky utters into your ear, slowly rubbing his boner against your ass. "And now, I'm gonna make you cream all over my cock, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Bucky," You whisper, your voice breaking. "We can't."

"Shh, baby, you just gotta be quiet," He tells you soothingly, pulling down your cotton shorts. "Be a good girl and don't make a single sound. Got it?"

"Mhm," You reply weakly, knowing there's no amount of will-power in the world that can stop you from going through with this.

"Oh, fuck," He groans lowly as he pulls out his cock and pushes your loose shorts to the side, giving him access to your throbbing pussy. "Such a pretty cunt."

"Please, Buck," You whimper. "Please, make me cum."

He chuckles darkly, leaning over you and bringing his lips to your ear. "That's a good girl. Beg me, baby. I know you want it."

"Please, fuck me," You whine desperately, wiggling your hips with frustration. "Need you so bad."

"Oh, sweetheart, of course," He says with a tone of condescension, right before he begins to inch his swollen cock into you. "Shit. So fucking tight, so fucking good for me."

He fucks you without any softness, slamming into you over and over again. His hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts faster, groaning your name.

"Such a fucking slut," Bucky growls, pulling on your hair as he smirks devilishly. "No regard for her feelings, huh?"

This is so wrong. You're fucking one of your best friend's exes while she sleeps mere feet away. You're such a slut.

You turn your head back, half-dazed by how good he's fucking you. "I don't care," You mumble lazily.

"That's my girl," He replies with a laugh, spanking your ass. "All you care about is taking my cum. Ain't that right, slut?"

"Yes, Sir," You cry out just as the tip of his dick brushes against your cervix, making you convulse.

"My good little cumslut," Bucky groans as your pussy tightens around his shaft. "Fuck, gonna let me use you whenever I want?"

"Whenever you want, Sir," You vow, your mind blank as utter pleasure drowns you.

"That's right, whenever I fucking want," He repeats, thrusting harder. "You're gonna be my good little toy. M'gonna fill you up with my cum whenever the damn mood strikes me, and you're gonna take every last drop like the dirty fuckdoll you are."

Your eyes roll back and your cunt clenches at his words. He makes you feel diabolical, but in the most delicious way.

"I can feel it, cumslut, I can feel you getting close," Bucky moans, bringing his hand around to rub your clit. Your body shakes in his arms but he holds you in place, grunting into your ear.

"I'm gonna cum," You sing, your legs going numb.

"Then do it, baby," He whispers. "Cum all over my cock. Show me what a slut you really are."

With his demand, you let go and the feeling overwhelms you. You're hit with wave upon wave of delight as Bucky fucks you through your orgasm, feeling his own build up.

"Gonna fill you up so good," He growls lowly. "Ready for it?"

"Please!" You all but squeal, causing his hand to clamp over your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," He warns you. "Don't want your friends to hear you and find out what a dirty whore you are, do you?"

"No, Sir," You say, your words muffled against his palm.

He moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, choking you slightly to keep your loud moans down as he shudders. Within seconds, his hot cum shoots into you. He lets out a string of your name sewn in with some curses, his hips snapping against yours lazily as he rides out his high.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," He groans, falling against you weakly. "So good for me, baby, so fucking good."

You both take a few minutes to collect yourselves, before he pulls away and pulls up his pants. The sound of his belt buckle brings you to the present and you shoot up, eyes wide and legs numb.

"You okay?" He asks you between breaths, looking you up and down with a tinge of mischief in his eyes.

"Good," You reply, readjusting your shorts. "You?"

Bucky nods and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, good."

A slight silence falls between you as you glance back at Lila's bedroom, wondering how the fuck you managed to pull that off without waking anyone up.

"You're fucking incredible," Bucky says, walking closer to you and resting his hand on your ass. "How could you let me settle for her, huh?"

"You know, I was hoping you'd still be in your costume," He admits with a smirk. "Didn't get rid of it, did you?"

In an attempt to hide your pride at his words, you shrug nonchalantly. "I've been here the whole time. It's not my fault you didn't see me."

He tilts his head to the side. "Sam wanted to dance with you tonight. I almost let him."

"Let him?" You repeat incredulously. He says that as though he has some sort of claim to your body.

"But then I saw the way you were dancing," Bucky goes on to say with a smirk. "And I knew there was no way I was letting that fucker anywhere near you."

"You've seen me dance before," You mumble.

"Not like that," He argues, lowering his voice. "We were practically dry humping."

"Only 'cause Lila and the others went out," You tell him. "This isn't happening again, Buck. We've had our fun."

"Nope," You tell him, leaning back against the couch. "It's on my bedroom floor."

With a smirk, Bucky squeezes your ass. "Come tomorrow, it'll be on mine."

"Oh, yeah?" You ask with a raised brow.

"Mhm," He confirms, leaning closer to give you a kiss. "I'll message you tomorrow. Don't make me wait too long."

Bucky shoots you a wink, patting your ass a couple of times with that arrogant look on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby."

"And what part of 'this isn't happening again' did you not understand?" You question him with narrow eyes, trying to ignore the way his kiss is still lingering on your lips.

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BOYFRIEND MATERIAL - Pablo Gavi

When Gavi is in love, he becomes the sweetest person in the world;

How you feel about him and your general well-being is very important to him. He is happy when you are happy and sad when he sees sadness on your face;

He is very caring, so he will try to heal all your wounds;

He loves to spend time with you!!! He will probably want to spend every free moment with you. He may also invite you to some trainings to see them [he usually shows off then]. The very fact that you are close to each other means a lot to him;

Your dates usually take place at the home of one of you. Gavi is young and all his female fans are crazy about him, so he guesses what they might do if they found out he has a girlfriend. He tries to protect you from the public at all costs;

That's why - probably, if the paparazzi find out about you by accident, he will apologize to you and won't want to forgive himself;

He will immediately follow this up with a request to fans not to interfere in his private life;

If you get any kind of hate on your Instagram, he will reply to it from his account:

He has a picture of you together by his bed. It's framed and stands on his bedside table. It's a photo from Gavi's family party, where you're standing by the photo wall and there are cowboy hats on your heads;

He loves to take pictures with you! Especially in photo booths. If he sees one, he will beg you to enter it until you agree;

Later, he collects the photos from the photobooth in his special box;

Whenever you are away from each other, he sends you an update of what he is doing. He tells you about what he saw, what fascinated him and what upset him. He also often sends you pictures - of himself or his surroundings;

Pablo's love language is small charming gestures, like walking you to the door to make sure you get home safely, or tying your shoelaces if any come untied

Gavi loves to give you little gifts. He's a big fan of giving mascots, so be ready to have lots of them;

He will expect you to show up at his game. Or that you will watch it on TV. In doing so, he will always say that the thought of you cheering for him brings him happiness;

For Pablo, it is important that you wear his clothes. He loves to give you his sweatshirts and T-shirts because he says it marks you as his;

He will wear your bra strap or your hair elastic on his wrist because it reminds him of you;

In addition to photobooths, Pablo also loves to take pictures with his phone. He has a whole gallery in your photos together;

He has your photo of you together set up on the lock screen;

Your opinion is very important to him, so he will ask you anything related to him - from easy things like "should I buy these pants?" to more difficult ones like "what should I do in this situation?"

He often tells you that he loves you and tries to show you how much you mean to him;

He will want to actively participate in the interests you have! Therefore, you can show him anything, he will gladly learn everything for you;

He would also want you to get involved in his passions as well, and if you do, he will be overjoyed;

Most likely, if you told him you like a specific food, he would buy it for the next few weeks;

He always includes you in his vacation plans;

In fact, he includes you in all his plans;

He will send you songs that he associates with you or those whose lyrics show how he feels about you;

Receive phone calls from him. He is literally a drama queen and always starts suspecting the worst - like, you had an accident;

When he's away, be prepared to talk on the phone for hours on end;

He literally can't stand it when you are far away from each other;

But this is not surprising, because he loves you with all his heart

number 30 ~ pablo gavi

pt. 2

summary: love at first sight.

“y/n, ¡rápido! ya casi están aquí.” (quick! they’re nearly here) y/n’s little sister calls out to her from across their living room. today was the champions parade, celebratory for barcelonas 27th title, and y/n along with her sister could not be any more excited.

luckily for them, they didn’t have to stand on the streets, being pushed around by several impatient yet extremely happy fans, having teenagers screaming in their ear every second. they were able to watch it from the safety of their balcony, overlooking the whole street and getting the best view of all the players on the bus.

as y/n neared the balcony, she could already hear the loud screams and cheers of the many other fans. she walked out to see her sister waving the flag around with a gigantic smile on her face. she was dressed in the blaugrana jersey, her hair clipped up to reveal her favourite player’s number at the back.

y/n chuckled at her screams, undoubtedly being heard at the end of the street as she held her phone in her other hand, ready to film the whole experience.

as the bus came into view, y/n’s eyes widened. she heard the screams of the people below her get louder the more the bus came into the street. she could clearly see all the players, each and every one with a smile on their face and their arms in the air as they happily celebrated their win with the rest of the city.

gavi had just finished taking a picture on a fans phone, that was thrown up to him, when he looked up to fix the scarf around his head. his eyes landed on two girls on a balcony not so far from them, one of them screaming her head off as she waved a flag around as the other calmy stood with a grin on her face and her hands clapping in the air.

gavi felt the breath almost knock out of his lungs, and not from the fact that ansu had just accidentally bumped into him. she was so beautiful. so breathtaking. his eyes landed on the blaugrana jersey adorning her body and he immediately wondered which number displayed at the back of it. was it his number? was he her favourite player?

his dancing arms slowly made a stop and his eyes did not leave her. he felt as though he physically could not look away. her hair looked so soft, her smile so contagious he felt himself smiling just at the sight of her.

y/n was watching as ansu and pedri danced with eachother when she felt her sister shaking her arm.

“¿qué?” (what?)

“¡gavi está mirando hacia aquí!” (gavi is looking over here!)

immediately her eyes went to the player she noticed first. he was still in the same place he stood jumping moments before, only now he stood still as his eyes focused on hers.

she could feel her heart thumping against her chest, the realisation kicking in that the pablo gavi was staring right at her right now. she waved at him with a shy smile on her face, watching as he mirrored her action and expression before pointing to his back.

“¿qué número?” (what number?) he mouthed to her.

with her heart beating in her ears, she turned around, moving her hair to the side, allowing him to see the big number 30 plastered on her back.

as she turned around, she saw him give her a thumbs up, cheering at the fact that it was his number on her back.

she could feel the heat flooding her cheeks. her eyes followed the bus as it moved further down the street, the butterflies in her stomach slowly starting to dissipate as her eyes held the gaze of pablo gavi for a few more seconds before she couldn’t see him anymore.

gavi could feel his own heartbeat in his ears, banging against his ear drums along with the loud cheers of the fans and the slight sway as the bus moved down the street. he couldn’t deny the blush that came onto his cheeks when he saw the number 30 on her back. he was her favourite player.

his mind ran back to her smile. how proud and excited she looked. how content she looked as she gazed at the flags being waved down below before looking up at the bus.

he looked back, trying to catch another glimpse of her but to no avail. the bus had already moved further down the road and he could no longer see her balcony.

he tried blinking away the intruding thoughts of the girl, shaking his head as he tried to focus back on the celebration at hand.

one thing never left his mind though. her name.

her name plastered just above his number, in the usual bright yellow font.

he didn’t know who she was but atleast he knew her name. y/n. such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.