Physical Touch ~ Pablo Gavi

physical touch ~ pablo gavi

summary: a few moments where gavi has shown his love through physical touch.

pablo wasn’t much of a talker; that was known to anyone who was close to him. his love language was quite clearly physical touch. this was something y/n adored about him - he liked showing his love and emotions through his physical behaviour, instead of verbally speaking them.

she felt herself falling for him more and more everyday, each and every time he would show his immense affection towards her. they were both so young, still teenagers, their emotions and attraction towards each other were heightened - yet that wasn’t something they both took advantage of.

they loved each other with maturity and passion and dedication.

•••

“¿qué te parece el vestido nuevo que me he comprado?” (what do you think of this new dress i bought?) y/n asked, holding up her new, white sundress to her body whilst looking towards her boyfriend. pablo sat comfortably on her bed, fully dressed and on his phone as he patiently waited for her to get ready.

he looked up when he heard her question and she swore she vividly saw large hearts form around his eyes. a small blush made its way onto her face as he examined the dress with a shy smile on his face.

“es muy bonito.” (its very pretty) he replied, eyes locked on hers as he imagined her wearing it.

she tilted her head, “pablo, se que es bonito pero ¿te gusta?” (i know it’s pretty but do you like it?)

“sí, es muy bonito. me gusta el color.” (yeah, it’s very nice, i like the colour) pablo replied with sending her a convincing smile as he looked back down to his phone. y/n lowly sighed to herself, walking into the bathroom to put it on and fix her hair.

a few moments later, she walked back out signalling to her boyfriend that she was ready. pablo looked back up and he immediately felt his heart start to pound in his chest. she looked breath-taking, and he was right, that colour was pretty.

the white cotton material fit her like a glove, flowing to her thighs beautifully and matching her skin tone perfectly. he stood up as she walked into her closet to get her sandals. he could barely take his eyes off her as he pocketed his phone, followed her down the stairs, said a short goodbye to her parents and followed her out to her car.

he opened the drivers door for her and walked to the passengers side. as soon as he got in, his whole body turned towards her. his hand went to her waist as he tugged her towards him in a kiss. it was short and caught her by surprise as she pulled away for a second to look at him.

her brows were furrowed in confusion but they soon relaxed when she saw the love and adoration swimming in his large, brown eyes. she leaned back in and planted her lips against his soft ones, hand cupping his cheek to keep him in place.

pablo didn’t speak much for the rest of the ride, only making small conversation and giggling at something here and there. y/n didn’t mind his lack of words, she felt his love through the hand he kept intertwined with hers.

•••

the day was in the early evening when pablo walked into y/ns apartment with his key. his lips were pulled into a small pout, his brows huddled in frustration and a slight tiredness clung to his freshly-showered body.

it’d been a tough training session back from the previous season. pablo could physically feel his muscles begging for some rest as he waddled his way through her small apartment, loving the familiar smell of her perfume all over the place.

her bedroom door was open and when she looked up from her book to see him stood there, she slightly jumped.

“pablo! ¡dios mío, no te oí entrar!” (my god, i didn’t even hear you come in!) she laughed to herself in relief whilst he dropped his bag on the floor. she noticed the solemn look on his face and her brows furrowed.

“¿estás bien?” (are you okay?) she asked but didn’t receive any sort of answer. instead, pablo shut the bedroom door and walked up to her, his hands coming up to caress her sides as he lay himself on top of her. his whole body swallowed hers up, face resting carefully against her chest.

y/n was a bit taken back by his action, but nonetheless marked her place in her book and put it aside. she knew he seemed tired so she didn’t question him any further. her fingers made their way into his hair, nails gently scratching against his scalp just as he liked.

his grip tightened around her and he was fast asleep in no time, the warmth of her body blanketing around him and her tender perfume lulling him to sleep.

•••

y/n walked down with aurora and pablos parents, with an excited smile on her face. barcelona had just won la liga and she couldnt be anymore happier for her boyfriend - he’d worked really hard and deserved this and many, many more.

aurora was telling her about the small surprise party she had planned for pablo for when he comes home, to which she was nodding along to, when her eyes landed on her campeón.

pablo saw his family walking over and couldn’t control the giddy smile that took over his features, especially when his brown eyes landed on his girlfriend. she was always there to support him, looking amazing as always in his jersey - his biggest, most beautiful supporter.

he slightly ran over to them and instantly tackled y/n in a big hug. she slightly swayed at the sudden contact but soon wrapped her arms around his shoulders with a soft laugh.

his parents chuckled at their youngest’s eager behaviour and aurora couldn’t help but take a few pictures of younger couple.

y/ns grip loosened when she realised he hadn’t even looked at his family yet. her hands went to his biceps with a chuckle. “pablo.” she murmured into his shoulder. he didn’t let go, but only tightened his grip around her waist.

“pablo, ¡primero abraza a tu familia por lo menos!” (first hug your family at least!) she exclaimed, earning some laughs from his family. she slightly tugged him away from him and watched with bright, cheery eyes as he hugged his parents, his sister, kissed their cheeks and blushed at their little proud and teasing comments about him.

as soon as he took some pictures with them all, he immediately latched back onto his girlfriend. he held her hand, asked aurora to take some photos of them with the cup, with his parents, with pedri who requested a photo with his two friends - mostly of just them two, pictures he wanted to cherish and be able to look back at one day.

his hand laced with hers once again and he didn’t let go until it was time to leave.

•••

a soft chuckle left y/ns lips as she felt pablo connect his lips with hers once more. he couldn’t help it, loving the feeling of her pretty lips against his own, smiling at him, kissing him, saying his name.

she pulled back for air and pablo took the opportunity to eagerly look her over, as if he hadn’t done so a million times before. his eyes tentatively scanned her whole face, every little detail that he adored from the length of her eyelashes to the tiny freckle on her chin.

he started pressing kisses to her cheeks. his hands tightened around her sides, legs tangling with hers as the movie in the background continued playing. pablos lips went from her left cheek, to her nose, forehead, eyelids, eyebrows, other cheek, jawline and back to her lips.

she sighed against him for the tenth time that evening, hands relaxing against his arms as he encased her with his endless love and presented it to her with his tender kisses.

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.

hi hi hiii

can i request one that’s like the pedri one but with gavi? the 5 love languages one?

have a nice day/night, love your work so much, i always get excited whenever you post 😭 thank you 🙏🏽💓🤝

love languages ~ pablo gavi

summary: the 5 different love languages with gavi.

words of affirmation

“fue tan mierda, y/n. ¿cómo nos las arreglamos para perder tan mal?” pablo exclaimed, shaking his head in disappointment and slouching further into the couch. (it was so shit y/n. how did we manage to lose that badly?)

y/n sighed to herself. her hand came up to grasp his bicep that started to tense as he tightly folded his arms over his chest. she understood how disappointed and frustrated he might feel, knowing the horrid loss he and his team just faced in a home game, more than an hour ago.

y/n’s heart clenched the more she watched his hurt expression. his eyes were glued to the tv where he was watching one of their older matches, but she knew his mind was on the one he just played.

“pablo..” she said softly, not wanting to anger him any further. “i understand the game didn’t go the way you wanted it to, but please don’t get so worked up over it.” she tried to reason as her thumb started rubbing smooth circles on his arm.

he didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at her. however, he didn’t move his arm from her touch, so she took that as an opportunity to carry on.

“look at me.” he didn’t turn, only huffed to himself, eyes wavering over the screen.

y/n lowly sighed and moved her hand to cup his cheek. she gently turned his head and when his brown, doe eyes met hers, she instantly gave him a little smile. pablo could feel his heart warming at her delicate touch, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up to her and kiss her warm skin but he was too stubborn and frustrated to do any of that right now.

“you can’t win everytime, mi amor. i love the passion you hold for your club and i understand you want to win every game, but not everything can go your way. hardships will always come along the way and that’s just how it is. we have to deal with it and work on how to make the next one better rather than sulk about the present.” she watched as his eyes started to soften and she knew he was on board with what she was saying.

y/n pressed a tiny kiss to his nose and cheek before pushing her body into his for a hug. pablo let her, his own heart giving into her endless affection and support.

“you’re the strongest, most hard working person i know, querido. don’t let a little problem along the way pull you down. you have to take it as a lesson and focus on how to improve.” she pressed a kiss to his warm cheek.

pablo could feel his own mind slowly coming at ease. her words filled his head and the motivation that sprung in his chest only inflated his love for her more. he loved how encouraging she always was to him, always looking out for him, always pushing him forward, always wanting him to do better instead of simply sympathising with him.

“thank you..” he mumbled into her neck, loving the whispered sweet nothings she was breathing out onto his cheek.

“no need to thank me, cariño, you know i’ll always understand you. it’s my job as your girlfriend to push you to do better and support you along the way.”

he hummed lovingly and kissed her neck. “and you’re doing a great job at it. te quiero mucho.”

acts of service

y/n underestimated how hectic her first year at university would be. having her classes all over the place and not in one set period really didn’t help, and it meant that she was out and about for majority of the day, knowing there’s no point coming home just for an hour before having to travel back to uni everyday.

it was about 6pm when y/n got home today. her legs and feet ached from all the travelling, her shoulder burned with the weight of her bag and all she wanted was to take a nice bath and drown in the love and warmth that was her boyfriend.

pablo had gotten back a few hours earlier, already having eaten and showered, he was lounging on the couch with his phone. when he heard the front door open, he instantly knew who was back and a smile landed on his lips.

pablo sprung up, wanting to greet his girlfriend after not seeing her for quite a few hours. when his eyes landed on her, a frown immediately settled on his lips. she looked so tired and worn out and he watched as her hands struggled to move her hair out of her face in frustration, shrugging her jacket off too.

“hola, pablo.” she greeted him with a tired smile and after hanging her jacket up, she padded forward a few steps to give him a kiss on the lips. pablos hand cupped her cheek softly, pecking her lips a few times before leaning back and looking her exhausted expression over.

“hola, how was your day?” he mumbled to her sweetly, kissing her lips once again.

“mmh, tiring. i just want to sleep.” her eyes were already practically dropping shut.

pablo frowned, thumb stroking her cold cheek. he dragged his hand down her side and captured hers between his fingers. “come, i’ll run you a bath.” he tugged her forward gently, and y/n sauntered behind him, letting his hand keep her up and guide her towards the bathroom.

she sat on the toilet, watching patiently as pablo filled the tub with warm water and even placed some of her favourite bath salts into it. once he was done, he made his way over to his girlfriend slouching back, stretching the muscles in her neck and he gently grabbed her by the shoulders to sit her up.

his fingers grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it all the way up. he lifted her arms, dragging the material up and over her head. after dropping the shirt on the floor, pablos fingers made their way to her back to unclasp her bra, and soon all of her clothes had joined the pile on the floor.

his skin was hot against her cold one as he held her up, helping her into the tub of hot water. the heavy sigh that left her lips relieved some of pablos worry. he couldn’t bare to see her so tired and stressed, instantly wanting to do anything he could to relieve her of this tension.

her muscles started to loosen up, slowly starting to drain her of any pressure. y/n gave pablo a small smile, letting her hand wander to his cheek to stroke his skin. she gave him a kiss, mumbling a ‘thank you’ into his skin.

pablo smiled, hands coming up to her shoulders to soothe some of the ache. it was silent in the bathroom, and y/n let pablo tend to her body, loving the little kisses he pressed here and there, loving the way his hands worked wonders on her back all the way up to her scalp.

he started washing her hair and she couldn’t feel anymore grateful than she did in that moment. he gently rinsed the conditioner out, he ever so carefully wrapped her hair and body in a towel, laying kisses to her after every second of movement. he whispered little words against her skin, mumbled how much he loves her into her ear whilst drying her body.

he dressed her, kissed her, combed her hair, kissed her, lead her to bed, kissed her, cuddled her body into his and laid one final kiss onto her forehead before she was dozing off in his arms, heart content and ever so thankful for everything her boyfriend does for her.

quality time

it was around 3am when pablo was abruptly woken up from y/n’s incessant tossing and turning. frustrated yet worried, he gently shook her awake and watched as she groggily opened her eyes. it was still quite dark in the room but he could just about make out her face and he noticed her confused expression.

“estás bien, amor? te sientes incómodo?” (are you okay, love? are you uncomfortable?) his voice was extremely raspy.

y/n rubbed her eyes and looked up at him with a sigh. “estoy bien. siento haberte despertado.” (im okay, sorry i woke you up.) she groaned as she dropped her head back onto her pillow and uncomfortably rubbed her forehead.

pablo noticed the action and, out of consciousness, instantly laid his hand against her forehead to feel for any sort of temperature. his eyes slightly widened when he felt that she was burning up.

“you’re really hot, querida.” he stated, worried.

“sí, gracias.” she weakly chuckled and pablo shook his head, dragging his hand down to feel her warm cheek.

“you might be sick.”

she shook her head at his statement but he didn’t reply. pablo took the covers off of his body, determined to find something that would make her feel better, and was about to get up before y/n grabbed onto his hand and tugged him back.

“adónde vas?” she whined. (where are you going?)

“going to get you some water and medicine.”

“no! no, i’m fine, pablo, please. just lay with me.”

“your forehead is burning up, amor.”

“no, i don’t feel sick. i’m just really warm. don’t go.” she pleaded, tugging his hand towards her. the boy sighed and agreed, not being able to say no to her pretty, pleading eyes, getting back in bed and pulling the covers up.

he tugged her close towards his cool body. his arm circled her, bringing her close, lips kissing the crown of her head as they both slowly fell back into a sleepy abyss.

it turned out y/n actually was sick, and pablo, despite feeling worried about her, just had to mention that he told her so, to which y/n just chuckled and shook her head.

she had woken up this morning, sweaty and uncomfortable from a bad night of tossing and turning. it was then she wished she actually had taken the medication that pablo was offering late last night but, stubborn as she was, refused because she didn’t want him to leave the comfort of their bed.

currently, the two sat in their living room, with some show playing on the tv that y/n could barely focus on. her head was throbbing and she felt like she could throw her guts up any minute; it’d been like that ever since she woke up.

pablo had his arm resting on the back of the couch, hand softly stroking her shoulder as she cuddled up into his neck. the warm tea that pablo made for her sat abandoned on the table after a few sips. she didn’t feel like having it.

after having barely any breakfast and medicine, the fatigue that crawled up her spine was chilling. she felt like absolute shit. a low groan left her lips when she felt another sharp pain in the side of her head.

“you okay, amor?” pablo mumbled, looking down at her. y/n gave him a little nod and rubbed her temples in agony.

pablo, sensing her frustration, lifted his hand to her hair and started massaging her scalp. when she sighed out in relaxation, he gave a little smile of success and carried on after leaving a kiss on her forehead.

“that feels so good..”

“you would’ve been feeling better by now if you’d just let me take care of you.” he spoke against her skin and y/n felt the goosebumps arising on her arms.

“i didn’t want you to get sick.”

“so you banished me to training?”

she laughed and pablo smiled, “i didn’t banish you! you had to go training anyway, amor.”

“sí, but i’d rather be home, taking care of my sick girlfriend.” she hummed in satisfaction and lifted up weakly to leave a peck on his cheek.

“and i’m so grateful that you are here now.” she mumbled, loving the idea of just spending some much needed time with him, even if she was sick to do anything.

gift giving

long distance was harder than some people said it would be. with pablo being in barcelona and y/n living in her hometown, it was extremely hard to run a relationship with how different the time zones were, their different day to day activities and only running the relationship on facetime calls and messages everyday.

however, today was pablos birthday and his sister, aurora, had texted y/n spontaneously a few days before. she mentioned how much they all missed y/n, especially pablo, and it would make him the happiest person on the planet if she was there for his birthday.

y/n agreed, after some alterations to the next full week of her scedhule. aurora and her family flew y/n out to barcelona for the week and they all couldn’t be anymore excited for her to be coming, aurora specifically, who thought of y/n as a younger sister.

that was all about a few days ago, and now y/n stood behind the door to the living room where pablo, his family and friends were huddled together. aurora thought that y/n should be the one to bring the cake out, also counting it as pablos big surprise, and she couldn’t wait to film the whole interaction.

the door slightly opened to reveal one of pablos friends, alejandro, peeking his head in.

“¿lista, hermana?” (ready?)

y/n gave a little nod, her right hand quickly lighting the two candles on the cake. she placed the lighter back down and allowed alejandro to open the door a little wider for her to walk through.

her heart was practically beating in her ears and she tried not to drop the tray with how much her hands were starting to sweat. his family and friends started singing happy birthday but all y/n could focus on was pablo.

he sat on the chair at the table, looking more handsome than she last saw him, clad in a black t shirt, which she noticed she hadn’t seen him wear before. when his eyes landed on her, they widened and his jaw slightly dropped.

y/n gave him the biggest smile ever, eyes never leaving his as she walked over to him with the cake, the sound of clapping and happy birthday’s being heard all around her but all she saw and heard and yearned for in this moment was him.

she finally crossed the short distance to her boyfriend and placed the cake down infront of him. as soon as it was out of her hands, pablo was up and hugging her. his arms tugged her towards him and he was hugging and swaying and sighing into her shoulder.

y/n tightened her arms around his neck and took in the feel of him against her, the smell of his familiar perfume, the softness of his hair in her hands, the strength of his arms around her waist.

she slightly pulled back to press a few kisses to his cheek, not wanting to kiss him freely infront of all his friends and family out of respect. her eyes connected with his once more and she noticed the little tears in his eyes.

“dios mío, ¿esto es real?” (oh god, is this real?) he choked out with a chuckle and y/n started laughing along with his family. she reached up to quickly wipe his eyes before nodding.

“sí es real, cariño.” (yes it’s real, sweetheart.) pablo chuckled and swallowed past the lump in his throat.

“blow out your candles, hermanito.” aurora called out, joining the chuckes that were being thrown around. y/n noticed she was still holding her phone up and she snickered at how she was capturing every single second of this. she made a mental note to ask for the video later on.

pablo sat back down but his hand never left y/n’s. she stood next to him, watching him blow out the candles. she would’ve joined in on the clapping like the rest of the family but her hand was trapped in his grip.

it’d been so long since he’d seen her up close, held her, took in her scent, felt her warm skin against his own and he refused to let her go in any way.

after taking lots of pictures and eating some of the cake, pablo sat with his arm around y/n on the couch. his friends left, after promising they would all go out for dinner later on, and his family were somewhere around the house.

pablo was still practically in a state of shock as he stared at his girl sat in his arms.

“i still cant believe this.” he voiced, brown eyes taking in every inch of every single feature on her face, wanting to memorise her as if she would slip away from his fingers again.

“you have aurora to thank, querido. she helped me come here.” she said sweetly, but her voice died in her throat the moment his lips attached to her jaw.

he hummed and made his way down, pecking against her smooth skin. “vale, remind me to thank her later.”

“pablo, tu familia sigue aquí. ten paciencia.” (your family is still here. be patient.) she reasoned and pablo detached his lips from hers and sighed deeply, wanting nothing more than just an hour, atleast, alone with her.

he decided to lay his head on her shoulder instead and y/n smiled. her hand came up to stroke his cheek lovingly, lips kissing the crown of his head.

“¿cuánto tiempo vas a estar aquí?” (how long are you here for?)

“una semana.” (a week.)

“¿eso es todo?” (that’s it?!) he exclaimed, looking up at her.

“that’s all i can stay for, bebé. but i promise to try and stay longer next time.” pablo sighed and returned his head to her shoulder, loving the way her fingers felt in his hair.

“we’ll make this the best week ever then.” he stated, already getting excited to spend every second of this week with the beautiful girl next to him.

physical touch

pablo walked into his girlfriends apartment after a long day of training, interviews and shooting for the new kit. his muscles ached strongly, his social battery had practically drained to the last percent and all he wanted was to be in his girlfriends warm and familiar arms.

he took his spare key out and unlocked the door, immediately being met with silence in the small corridor. pablo could already feel himself starting to relax. just the feel of even being in her apartment, her space, relaxed him and he was excited to finally see her gorgeous face after a whole day of busy activities.

he took his jacket off along with his shoes, placed his keys on one of her key holders and made his way to find his girl. he could hear the tv faintly playing in the back so he walked over to the living room.

he saw her sitting on the couch, watching a movie, looking so comfortable and warm wrapped up in a blanket and one of pablos hoodies. when she heard footsteps walk into the room, she flinched as she looked worriedly at the entrance.

“dios mío, pablo, you scared me.” she chuckled out a breath when her eyes laid on her tired looking boyfriend. he gave her a little weak smile, padding his way over to her.

he dropped down on the couch, lifting the blanket and getting under it with her. y/n welcomed him with open arms, allowing him to lay his head on her chest.

he pushed her back a bit, arms circling her waist as he cuddled up to her. the warmth engulfed him and pablo instantly felt at ease. he could physically feel his tense muscles relaxing, hearbeat slowing down to match y/n’s.

“cómo estás?” (how are you?) she whispered.

“cansado.” (tired)

“busy day?”

he nodded against her chest, arms tightening around her frame and lips coming together in a frown as he could feel himself gradually slipping into sleep.

she had a smile on her face, loving the sudden clinginess that randomly spurted from him, loving the way he always wanted to cuddle up to her after a long, hefty day.

pablo let her plant her hand in his hair. his eyes started drooping immediately in satisfaction when her fingers started to run through his freshly washed strands, soothing the tiny headache he had.

in no time, he was asleep in her arms, encased by her warmth and her love and her sweet scent.

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.

bucky masterlist

hi! i no longer have a taglist, but if you follow @kinanabinksupdates and turn on notifications, you'll know when i post 🥰

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hii, can you maybe do a gavi headcannon him as a boyfriends pls?, love your work btw!!

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

pedri and y/n doing the tiktok trend where they tell each other their icks 🫶

icks ✩ pedri gonzález

summary: you do the "icks about eachother" trend with pedri.

requested: yes/no

“So…today we are going to talk our icks about eachother." You put the phone in a way that you and Pedri appear on the screen. "Who goes first?"

"I'll go first." Pedri takes out his notebook and speaks seriously. "When you speak in a baby voice."

You widen your eyes and point accusingly at him. "You do that too."

He makes a derisive look and shakes his head in denial at the camera. "Too much." He nudges your waist. "Go ahead, say yours."

"When you make fun of my eyebrow after I've had my henna done." You say, turning to face him, and Pedri holds back a laugh. "It hurts my feelings." You can't hold your laughter after looking at him.

"Okay, second…" You open your mouth pretending to be disappointed by his lack of reaction and interrupt, "Hey, we're still on this. It hurts my feelings."

He turns to you again and speaks with an arched eyebrow. "When you talk like a baby, it gets annoying sometimes."

"Okay, live with it." Pedri lets out a broken laugh and shakes his shoulders. "Okay, live with my chirping then."

"Oh my God, I hate you so much. Tell the second one." You close your face jokingly and he leaves a kiss on your shoulder before continuing.

Pedri straightens his posture. "Doesn't have an inside voice at the gym, I'm trying to help her and I'll everybody starts staring at me in the gym after hearing 'fuck off, Pedri.'" He says with an expression of false anger and you let out a loud laugh after remembering this event.

"It was a one time thing." You try to defend yourself and he raises his arms to express his indignation.

"And it only took one to traumatize me."

You jokingly push him away. "OH MY GOD, this is such a big one." You turn to say it looking into his eyes. "When you call me 'mami' when it's not sexy time." He starts to laugh and you continue, "That's not okay, it's gross." You point to the camera. "It's a turn off."

"Shut up, you literally like it." He tries to defend himself. "Everything I do is a turn off to you." The indignant tone of his voice and the way he rolls his eyes, you can only laugh at the situation. "Anyways, when you tell a story and it's not right."

You open your mouth indignantly and look at the camera while denying with your head. "Like she will literally tell a story like it happened and I'm like that's not how it went." He says as he waves his hands. "Like, that's so annoying. Tell how it is like."

You grimace at the camera. "My 3rd point, he's not mature." You say it with the intention of teasing him and smile when you see his surprised reaction. "I'm 1 year younger than him and I'm more mature than him." You say with a pout. "He acts like he's 5 years old."

He looks at you and lets an indignant laugh escape his lips. "My 3rd point, she always thinks I'm mad at her and that's annoying as fuck." He says this while facing the camera and you let a light slap on his head. "My 4th point…"

You interrupt him and face him with a shocked expression. "What? This is the other thing." You turn to the camera again. "How is he…he literally just got the notebook and just started writing." You make an expression of writing. "I'm sitting there for 20 minutes trying to figure it out. I only have 4 points down and you're going to the 5th." He turns his notebook to the screen to show that there are actually six and makes a fond face while you get even more indignant. "Like, mine are nice. My 4th one is 'you say sorry for no reason'. Like that's so nice and you're over here ripping me up."

You say all this with an angry expression and he stares at you, holding his laughter. "This is why I told you I didn't wanna make the tiktok because now you're gonna be all mad and upset."

"I'm going to break up with him." You point your thumb at him and say it with a serious expression.

Pedri just grabs you and kisses your cheek, "I love you even with all those flaws." He says it in a funny tone of voice.

"I love you too, idiot." You leave a kiss on his mouth and turn to the camera again. "Now you're going to go without sex for a month to see if you can stop fooling around."

Pedri shuts his mouth immediately and stares at you with his expression extremely shocked. "Love, we don't joke about sex."

"Who says I'm joking?" You turn to him with your most serious expression and control yourself not to laugh at his desperate face.

"I'm never recording Tiktok with you again.' He stands up abruptly and walks out of the video with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.