#alejandro balde x reader

[kodakbesos]

missing world cup ‘22 tumblr 😔

[rwshfordgirl]

POST MATCH

✮⋆˙ where you enjoy the rest of the night after one of his matches

✮⋆˙ staring: anyone you like x fem reader

✮⋆˙ a/n: i spent hours searching here for a player who fit what i wanted to write about, but i didn't find one so i'll let you guys choose. i hope you guys enjoy it <3 it's just a silly little thing

He had told you that he might not be able to meet you before the match, but he promised to meet you soon after.

So you waited for him in the parking lot, leaning against the side of the car he'd driven you home on your first date two weeks ago. You're seeing people leaving, some players, some members of the coaching staff, people from his world.

His world. This is the first time in a month and a half of conversation that you're really seeing his world, his life.

And apparently he's letting his people know about you, since his best friend in the squad walked past you and winked – not in a flirty way, more like "I know what you two are up to" way.

He doesn't intend to hide you from anyone, he's not that type. He knows he would only hide you from the world if that were your wish. And that's what is not happening right now, actually. His mother already knows about you, his friends back in his hometown already know about you too.

He couldn't keep it a secret even if he wanted to.

The invitation to watch the match came last weekend, after long conversations during the nights and him almost missing training the next day because of it.

It's just that you two were acting like lovestruck teenagers, but the feeling was inexplicable. He makes you feel good and you make him feel good, so there's nothing wrong with acting like you're both 13, right?

"On a scale of 0 to 5, how many stars does my performance deserve?"

His voice startled you, perhaps because you were too lost in thought. He saw you trembling slightly and placing your hand over your heart, this made him smile slightly.

"Sorry," he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, "I think this will make you give me fewer stars than I really deserve."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Good thing you know," you returned the smile, "joking aside, you did very well."

He bowed in thanks, eliciting a loud laugh from you that quickly covered your mouth and looked around.

"Don't be shy," he whispered before changing position and standing in front of you.

You swallowed hard, adjusting your posture and crossing your arms in front of your chest – maintaining eye contact was proving difficult because this man possessed some kind of magic which caused your confident spirit to almost leave the room completely.

"I'm not shy," he raised an eyebrow after hearing your words, "can we talk about your match?"

He ran his tongue over his lower lip, "Sure, we can talk about the match."

He crossed his arms just like you, his eyes repeatedly darting between your mouth and your eyes.

"You can't act like a normal person," you pretended to whine and put both hands over your face.

"I'm acting like a normal person," he lowered his voice as he shifted positions once more, standing beside you.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him with a smug smile on his face.

He ran his hand along the edge of the car window, biting his lip, "Want to talk about the match somewhere else?"

You sighed and nodded, "Sure. Would the team nutritionist be very angry if you ate a hamburger with me?"

He chuckled lightly, "No. Once a week doesn't hurt, and I deserve it because I played a good match."

He opened the passenger door for you.

"If you say so."

ᥫ᭡

"You didn't tell me," he said after taking a bite of the french fry he was holding, "Would you go to the stadium again if I invited you?"

You looked at him and smiled, "maybe. I thought it was an amazing experience, and my favorite part was watching you try to find me among so many people."

He rested his head against the car's headrest, "Did you notice?"

You nodded, "Yeah. Every chance you got, you seemed to be looking for someone."

"I was nervous," he admitted, "And worried about whether you were enjoying it or not."

Your smile softened, "I was genuinely happy for being there. I loved watching you play."

"Yeah?" he leaned in slightly to get closer to you.

"Yeah."

He gently touched a strand of your hair, as if it were something too precious.

"Your hair is very beautiful," he smiled.

"Thank you," you chuckled softly, "But is that all you have to say to me?"

He shook his head in denial instantly, "I want to tell you so much more. But before anything else, I have to ask you something."

"I feel like I already know what you're going to ask," you pressed your lips together.

"Do you feel it?" he continued, smiling, "It's a favor I need, something that could save my life."

"Save your life?"

He nodded and lowered himself, gesturing for you to lower yourself as well, looking around as if there were someone else nearby besides the two of you.

"When I was younger," he whispered, looking into her eyes as if he were about to tell her the biggest secret of his life, "I was swimming in a lake when a mermaid tried to pull me under. She couldn't, but she looked into my eyes and said something that changed my life forever."

You did your best to hold back your laughter and try to go along with his craziness.

"What did she say?"

He widened his eyes and stared intently at you, "She said she had cursed me, and the only way to break the curse was by receiving a kiss from a beautiful maiden whose features she described to me, and now I tell you, they are the same as yours."

You're trying to figure out if he was being serious or just indirectly asking for a kiss, but a laugh escaped anyway.

"Will you rid me of the curse?" he pouted.

You pretended to think, "What do I get in return?"

"A place in heaven for having a good heart and helping a helpless man."

She laughed in disbelief, "You're a good player and a good actor, congratulations."

He placed his hand on his chest, "I'm dying. Where's my kiss?"

He reclined his seat and closed his eyes while you stared in disbelief.

"That's unbelievable," you laughed before bowing to his request, "but lucky for you that I'm truly a kind-hearted girl."

He gave a wide smile before feeling his lips touch yours. It was a quick peck, just to tease him.

"There. You are free from the curse."

He opened his eyes slowly, "Is that all?", he was being playful.

"You're very ungrateful, aren't you?"

He sat down again, "Never. You saved my life with that little kiss," he kissed your cheek, "an angel."

"A savior of cursed lives."

He chuckled, "The best, by the way."

[mickyschumacher]

This month, in my country, there's a challenge among men to not masturbate/have sex for a month. Do you think the drivers would participate, or Dean Huijsen? If so, would they win?

the one month challenge

pairing: some selected f1 drivers/footballers x gf!fem!reader

summary: what the request says really ._. // headcanons

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), unprotected and protected sex, p in v, eating out, blowjob, masturbation, mention of toys, themes of possessiveness, light degradation | barely proof read <3

a/n: oooh this is exciting! love a quick drabble since i'm notorious for waffling. i'm so curious what country this is from!!! anyways, hope you like it ♡︎ if anyone wants a part two with other people lmk.

🏎️ masterlist | ⚽️ masterlist

oscar piastri

honestly he's not that into it initially. he couldn't give a damn because it's not about his pride or ego. the man just wants to feel good and make you feel good. why would he want to stop that? but then you start with the teasing.

"i think you're saying no because you're afraid you'll lose, osc."

he looks at you blankly. "what?" i'm not afraid i'll lose... i just think it's stupid."

"then why don't you prove it?" you raised a brow.

that sets him off. so he tries and he tells you to be fair. to not tease him. but you're only just innocently eating an iceblock. and it's only fair to walk around in nothing but his shirt because it's laundry day. now oscar's struggling. he thinks about just jerking off while your asleep. but now you've hurt his pride a bit. and he knows you won't let him hear the end of it if he loses. so he goes through with it. he wins. plain and fair. and with a lot of pain. and you wake up the next morning getting absolutely pounded.

"look at you," oscar huffs, hands on your hips, gripping you tightly as his thrusts from behind. the sounds of your skin slapping are obscene. "could've been fucked like this all month but no," he muttered, grunts falling from his lips at the speed of light.

you fist your bedsheets tightly, knuckles white, whimpers matching the pace of his cock drilling into you. your skin flushed, hot, and bothered. "fuck, osc," you moaned, eyes shut. "ngh– feels so good!"

"just had to be a brat about it. didn't you?" oscar growls, brown eyes rolling at the way his cock disappears into your pussy. fuck, he wasn't going to say it. you would definitely tease him afterwards. but he missed being inside you.

does the challenge once. never again. absolutely not.

lando norris

literally has to pause when you ask him about the challenge. like his ego has to process what you're saying. and he's looking at you like... "pff yeah i can do that. easy."

if only his ego hadn't spoken before his brain.

you haven't even done anything. no provoking. no teasing. its business as usual. (you're pretty sure he would've lost on the first day if you did.) but the abscence of your intimate touch has him reeling. because he's only halfway through the damn month and you cuddling him while watching your favourite movie has him hard as shit.

it's only three days later, where you're dressing up to go out to dinner and lando comes out of the bathroom, stopping in his tracks when he sees you in that goddamn dress. his favourite. his favourite waist hugging, breast clinging, backless dress. fuck.

you hadn't even made it to dinner. you were on his lap, dress riding up your body, staring at the both of you through the mirror in your bedroom. and he's fucking up into you, trousers half undone, buttons of his shirt loose. sweat covering you two from head to toe.

"i was doing so well," lando moans, moving your hips up and down onto his cock, one hand wrapping around your stomach, pressing you closer into him. "but you just had to wear that dress, didn't you?"

"i felt you on the couch that night. y-you probably would've fucked me while watching superman," you retort, teeth biting your lips as you feel his tongue wipe down the side of your neck, low hums flowing out of his throat.

lando chuckles darkly. "yeah i would've," he admits, hips snapping faster, cock dragging deeper and deeper into your cunt. the way you were clenching around him... christ. "let me show you how much i missed you, doll."

that dinner wasn't made even hours later. by the end it, you were both sitting in the kitchen, naked and next to each other, munching on some fries and ice cream.

lando would try every year just to see if he could improve his time.

isack hadjar

he's actually the one who brings it up to you. on a whim. he saw it on some tiktok. and he doesn't understand why you're laughing.

"isa, amour," you breathe quietly, calming yourself down, "listen, i love you... but you won't win."

isack looks at you blankly. like you had just told him he had grown two heads. "w-what?" he shifts on the couch, sitting up all serious and firm. "why not?"

you press your lips together, trying not to laugh at the small whine in his tone. you clear your throat, hooking one leg over his waist and then the other. you can feel his body tense underneath you, already proving your point. "you can't go a second without touching me let alone fucking me. we just went two rounds yesterday."

isack swallows at the sight of your pretty lashes blinking at him as you lean in, lips grazing over his. he blinks, pushing you away gently. "i'll win. you'll see."

and much to your surprise, he does.

you probably should've known better to challenge him. he always had such a big ego. because the next morning, you're on the bed, legs wide open with isack's head between them.

you're sweating. and not just because of how hot you feel. "isa, i-i can't," you breathe, body torn between pulling away from his tongue on your clit and staying.

"another," isack moans, voice muffled between your cunt. your back arches at the feel of his tongue gliding down your folds, prodding at your gaping hole.

"y-you said that four rounds ago," you moaned, hand darting to to grab those beautiful dark curls. you gasp when his nose collides with your clit, tongue lapping up every single drop of you.

the ghost of his smirk is embedded onto your pussy. "i'm trying to make up thirty days here."

he won. so he'll never do it again. but he will always brag about it.

kimi antonelli

wouldn't do it. absolutely not. and it's not a matter of pride or anything. he just knows he couldn't last. he's not experienced enough to hold out on you either. he loves spending those intimate moments with you. and banning it for a month would simply make him go crazy. besides... why would he deprive the both of you?

yeah no. he couldn't do it.

"aren't you so happy so you didn't do it?" you query, legs on either side of him, straddling his lap while you rode him.

kimi nods numbly, eyes fixated on the way your breasts hung in front of him. just so delicious!

you sigh at the feel of his mouth wrap around your nipple, tongue swirling around in small, brief circles, teeth grazing and nipping at the ample flesh surrounding it.

you were right though. he was happy. because fuck, the way you were riding him, walls all pressed around his cock, gripping him so good, so warm... all he could think was, "thank fuck i didn't do it."

his hands fly to your waist when you start picking up the pace. he moans, head falling back into the pillows, squirming at the deep grind on his cock. "fuck, baby, i'm gonna come."

you hum, feeling the blooming heat unfurl in your lower stomach. "yeah? you gonna come, pretty boy?" you coo, nails grazing his lower abdomen, sending shivers up his body.

"yes, yes, yes, yes," he moaned, fingers tightening into your flesh, eyes shut as a long whine falls from his lips, body stilling as his cum spills into the condom.

dean huijsen

he's cocky and young. he thinks he can do it. scratch that. he knows he can do it. for him, it is about the pride. you weren't the one who even proposed the idea. it was his stupid brothers, much to your disappointment.

all of them had decided to bet on who would last the longest. winner gets an all expenses paid holiday. dean wants to win, of course. he tries to convince you when you complain about it.

"cariño, it's just a month. and then we can make love all day wherever you want to in the world, hmm?" he hums, hugging you, batting those sleepy blue eyes at you.

"or... you could do that whenever you want to. literally," you retort back, brows raised, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you put.

dean swears to god he almost folded right there and then. but no. he was going win.

and he was so serious about it. keenly keeping his hands on you, careful to not linger for too long. yes... this was it. he was going to win.

unless, of course, he were to lose a day before he could've won...

dean's jaw is wide open, hand tightening around your hair curled around his fist as you let your throat accomodate his large length down the tight path.

his eyes roll at the sound of your gag and the sight of his cock creating a small bulge in your throat. oh jesus...

you pulled back up, breathing hard, grinning smugly as your lips graze over the side of his cock, tongue lingering over the vein on the underside. "regret losing?"

dean looks down at you, cheeks flushed, pupils blown. "shut up," he huffs, groaning when your lips stretched over his cock again. "oh my god," he cried out, hips jerking up. twenty nine days of nothing had him so sensitive.

you only chuckle around his cock, humming to send small vibrations. your scalp slightly burns at his grip but god, it doesn't help with the wetness between your legs.

you weren't sure about it but if you had to guess, he was pretty happy to lose. even if his brothers teased him afterwards. he would try again next year only to fail within two weeks.

pedri

to everyone's pedri is a sweet guy. and he is. but you've also never met someone more competitive than pedri. it's just a fact. so when you say that he can't last more than two weeks, his feelings are lowkey pretty hurt.

he takes that challenge with open arms. the first week passes and pedri's thinking, "this is easy." he walks around the house a cocky smile.

it only drops when you shrug. "i can still get myself off."

truth be told, pedri hadn't thought of that. so he's definitely not caught off guard when he comes back home from practice and the small crack of your door leaves him watching you finger yourself. he has to literally turn around and do breathing exercises and think of something horrifying to stop the blood rushing to his cock. it's a lot easier said than done when all he can hear are your moans in the air.

he survives another week. somewhat. he reminds himself what this was about. he needs to win this. to help him, he tries to make peace with the fact you're getting yourself off with your fingers. fine. of course. that's only natural considering he can't pleasure you himself for the time being.

pedri only knows he's walking on thin ice when your usual shower together turns into you teasing him. standing in front of him, warm water pelting off your skin. his brown eyes glued to the way your hands travel down your stomach and push into your cunt.

he swallows thickly. "s-seriously?"

"what? you can't lose from just this," you teased, voice soft and light as you moan his name. you can see his cock twitch, making you grin.

pedri closes his eyes, taking in a sharp breath. it's okay. all he needs to do is win.

but he loses. he can take you pleasuring yourself. but he absolutely cannot stand for the use of the godforsaken dildo you stored at the back of your drawer. the same one he banned you from using because, "why use that when you have a real one right here?"

"don't ever do that shit again," pedri huffs, body hovering over you, your heels digging into his back as he slams his cock into you, rutting his hips at an obscene pace. "you hear me, cariño?" he murmurs.

but you can't. your heart is thrumming, blood rushing. your skin burning with need. this is so much better than that dildo. "fóllame," you beg, hands travelling to his forearms, tightly gripping his skin.

"i am fucking you," he grunts, snapping his hips faster, cheeks flushed with at pretty pink you loved so much.

"shit!" you moan.

refuses to do it again because he's embarrassed af. proceeds to say, however, that he would've won if you didn't tease him.

alejandro balde

dubious. kinda weirded out by the idea. like why in earth would you do this? but he also thinks it could be fun. he always like a challenge. kinda laments on the fact that he doesn't get to touch you but you said you'd reward him if he wins.

so obviously he tries his very best.

the second week was actually worse than the first. initially, he didn't really realise anything was happening. walking around you and with you like he wasn't doing the challenge. he was so busy with training and recovering...

but then you came to training. he didn't notice at first. not until all the younger team members started complimenting you. maybe he was having withdrawals or something. maybe he was crazy. but you looked prettier than normal. with the sun shining over you, skin radiating, pretty wide eyes only staring at him.

and now everyone was telling you how pretty you were except for him. and that kind of pissed him off.

that why you were here, in the empty locker rooms, getting your brains fucked out by alejandro, being reminded of you who belonged to.

the locker room shower is cold as it runs over you. but you can't tell. your moans and whimpers and alejandro's grunts are covered up by the pelting water. his hands on either side of you, flat and pressed on the tiled walls as he fucks up into you, teeth grazing your bare breast.

"never doing that again," he moans out against your chest, pulling away to admire your flushed expression and the way the water sticks to your hair and skin. "never realised how much i missed this."

your hands rake over his bare back, nails digging into his skin while you moan in his ear. "ale– ugh, fuck," you drawl out, gasping for air.

alejandro smiles, placing his lips onto yours. "gonna come for me, princess?" he teases, one hand moving from the tile to find your clit, rubbing in short, firm circles.

"shitshitshit," you cry out, body writhing under him, coil in your lower stomach beginning to unravel.

"come on. let go, cariño," he murmurs against your lips.

you only see white stars, body shuddering as waves of pleasure roll over you. you pick up your slack jaw, catching your breath, still feeling his cock thrusting in your cunt, making you whimper. you nod finally. "never again," you agree.

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[glossiercheek]

THE BARÇA BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS

⁀➴┊includes: ferran torres, pedri gonzalez, pablo gavi, alejandro balde x 𝒇!reader

FERRAN TORRES

⁀➴┊okay, first things first. i think ferran just likes his women smart. he loves to be able to learn from you, to look up to you. he loves to admire you. whenever you’re telling him a story about what happened at work, he’d listen so intently, his eyes glistening. or whenever you use specific jargon, he’d literally think to himself in wonder that he’s bagged such a smart, intelligent and competent girl.

⁀➴┊he loves taking photos with you, and most importantly, he loves taking photos of you. no matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing. you could be sitting in a restaurant, and he’d snap a quick shot of you sitting pretty in the booth opposite him. you could have sauce on your chin, or you could be wearing a pretty smile, ferran thinks you always look absolutely beautiful.

⁀➴┊ you’re ferran’s comfort person. ferran is quite an emotional guy. he feels his feelings deeply, and he loves to be with someone who is also in touch with their feelings. someone with emotional depth, someone with emotional intelligence, who is able to pull him out of the gutter when he feels down or when he’s too harsh on himself. he enjoys a good late night convo, where the two of you stare up at the ceiling, all judgement-free with raw feelings. He loves being heard, being valued by you, especially when he gets to hold you close to his chest when he tells you softly what’s on his mind, confiding in you.

⁀➴┊especially now that he has longer hair: absolutely loves when you play with his hair. just carding your fingers through his locks, brushing stray strands of chestnut hair out of his face. you love doing it, scratching your nails over the back of his neck, too. ferran just revels in it, and when you take your hand out of his hair, he’s quick to put it right back. “why’d you stop, baby?” he’ll say, suddenly all clingy.

⁀➴┊his favourite spot to kiss you is your temple. i believe he genuinely likes the softness it brings, it’s so kind. it’s deliberate, slow, with intent. he literally can’t leave the house without pressing his lips against your temple, leaving you alone with his delicacy.

PEDRI GONZALEZ

⁀➴┊oh, he’s so husband. sooooo husbandish. i have no doubt in my mind that pedri would take over household tasks for you. with love, even. maybe you’re in the bathroom, busy with your nightly skin care routine, a million different droppers and tubes with face masks scattered all over the sink, and pedri would just pop in unannounced, cradling a laundry basket between his arms. “hi, babe,” he’d say lightly, as if the sight of him being all responsible and domestic isn’t a major turn on for you. “you got any laundry for me? i’m doing lights right now.”

⁀➴┊he would let you control the aux. he’s the designated driver whenever you two go out, and you’re the dj. he thinks your music taste is better, anyway. bopping his head along to the melody of the music, your feet on the dash, arm slung out of the window, all the windows down with the warm wind swishing past your heads.

⁀➴┊would also let you use his hand to test out different lipsticks whenever you drag him to sephora. pedri’s willing to sacrifice his clean hand if that means you’d leave the shop with a beautiful, new lip product you’re content with. 

⁀➴ ┊i also think pedri loves unwinding with you. i can vividly see the two of you on the sofa, both watching something lighthearted, the laughing track ricocheting off the walls as he lightly cards his fingers through your hair, looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. he’d ask you what you would be doing the next day, what time you would have to get up. literally just soft, gentle small talk.

⁀➴┊ he’ll check up on you throughout the day. especially when he’s away for a game and is mostly travelling, he’d shoot you a quick text asking how it’s going at home, if you’ve already had lunch, or how your classes for the day went. speaking of school, i think he’d be the biggest hypeman ever. he’s always asking you if he can read one of your essays. pedri just stares at your laptop screen, nose scrunched up in confusion while he reads paragraph after paragraph. “well,” he huffs when he’s finished, “you’re the smart one from the two of us.”  

PABLO GAVI

⁀➴┊ he gives me major lover and best friend vibes. with that being said, he’s a teaser. loves prodding you in your side when you’re concentrated, lightly pulling your ponytail to get your attention, shadow-boxing at you, he does it all.

⁀➴┊pablo absolutely loves a night in, especially if it’s on a cheat day, and he can eat whatever he prefers. Will spend the entire night binging another random 2000s tv series with you whilst munching on sushi, or pizza, way too invested in all the shit that’s happening on the screen, and obviously gives his unvarnished commentary on it, too. “wait, why did seth pick anna? he needs to end up with summer. he named a fucking boat after her!” you two watch episode after episode, and eventually end up falling asleep on the sofa, his arms securely tucked around you with half-eaten sushi on white plates.

⁀➴┊ i know for a fact that he also loves a good gossip session. “baby, i’m home!” he yells the second he comes home, dropping his car keys on the marble counter, a mischievous grin on his face. when he finds you somewhere else, behind your laptop, he’s immediately like: “you’re never gonna guess what carmen just said to marco,” already pulling up his phone to show you the receipts. he just talks so excitedly, and you two spend hours dissecting everything that happened.

⁀➴┊brings you random trinkets when he gets back from holiday. frivolous cheap keychains, a little tile from portugal, all the cheesy shit. it’s just a cute token of love, and it shows that he always thinks of you. literally always.   

⁀➴┊ he’s the silliest drunk ever. when you try to take the car keys from his hands — because he’s obviously way too drunk to drive — he’d be like: “who are you?” he’d ask, a confused expression on his face, eyebrows scrunched up. “you’re not my girlfriend.” you sigh out, deep and loud, already opening up your hand palm. maybe you get a little gooey on the inside, because he’s just so cute and endearing. “i am, come on. keys.”

ALEJANDRO BALDE

⁀➴┊we all know alejandro seems like quite a playful person, and especially if you’re on the shyer side, he’d do anything to get you out of your shell more. he’s so spontaneous, carefree. from dancing in the kitchen to an oldie, to twirling you around when you’re wearing a pretty dress; alejandro is doing everything within his abilities to put all of his attention on making you comfortable. “there she is,” he’d say with a dopey grin as he looks you up and down when you step out of your shared bedroom, ready to go out on a date together.

⁀➴┊loves showing you off. you’re his phone wallpaper, and when you two are together, his heavy arm is basically glued around your waist, or hips, or shoulders. he sees it as a statement: she’s mine, back off.  

⁀➴┊yeah, sorry i wholeheartedly believe he loves to touch your waist, or any part of your body. he’s a big body worshipper. he’ll literally trace your curves with his hands, trying to cover every inch of your skin as he scatters fluttery kisses down your neck. he’s, like, totally obsessed with you and the way you feel under his fingertips, playfully swatting your ass.

⁀➴┊he cooks for you. we’ve all seen that video of alejandro saying that he can cook and that he can clean? yeah, i definitely believe that date nights with him would include him cooking something for you, something he puts a lot of love in. your hands clasped together on top of the table like a lovesick couple.

⁀➴┊alejandro loves to make you blush like crazy. calling you the cheesiest, corniest pet names on the planet. he loves to inspect your face, tilting your chin up with a crooked finger, and tell you how he loves your sparkly eyes, your cute nose and your chubby cheeks until your heat hovers over your face.

a/n: oh also, i can’t stop thinking about pulling on ferran’s hair when… WHEN…. ugh i might have to write smth about that 🫪🫪

guys check it outtt i wrote ferran smut!! 18+ tho!!!

[paucubarsisimp]

Heyy queen, not sure if your taking requests atm but would you be open to doing the ‘current boyfriend’ tik tok trend with the Barca boys??

Love your work xx

current boyfriend

pairings: pablo gavi x reader,, pedri x reader ferran torres x reader, pau cubarsi x reader, hector fort x reader, alejandro balde x reader, lamine yamal x reader, marc bernal x reader

summary: in which you do the current boyfriend trend on your boyfriend

warnings: none!

pablo gavi

you’re tucked against pablo’s side on a rainy afternoon in barcelona, his hoodie drowning you, your legs tangled with his under the blankets. the soft hum of the tv plays in the background, some old barça match he keeps watching like he doesn’t know how it ends.

he’s got his phone resting on his stomach, barely paying attention. you, on the other hand, are holding yours up sneakily — recording already.

you glance at him, then at the camera, trying not to smile.

“vale,” you whisper to yourself, clearing your throat dramatically. “hi everyone! so today we will be seeing how well my current boyfriend knows me.”

pablo’s head turns so fast you nearly drop the phone.

“¿cómo que novio actual?” he says, brows furrowing, voice full of dramatic offense. “perdona?”

you can’t help it — you burst into laughter.

he sits up, pushing the blanket off his chest like he’s ready to fight an invisible threat.

“actual? like… like i’m temporary?” he blinks, eyes wide. “so what am i? a trial version?”

you’re giggling uncontrollably now, clutching your stomach as he starts pacing the end of the bed like a man betrayed.

“ah, i see. this is why you didn’t want me to meet your tía at easter. you were planning my expiration date.”

“pablo!” you squeal, still laughing, “it’s a tiktok trend!”

he stops mid-step and looks at you, dead serious. “you think trends will save you when i’m heartbroken? huh?”

you fall back onto the bed in tears (from laughing), and he finally cracks a grin. crawling back over, he snatches your phone and flips the camera around.

“listen,” he says, addressing the imaginary audience with one hand around your waist, “i am not her current boyfriend. i am her only. su único. por siempre.”

you try to roll your eyes but he kisses your cheek dramatically, then mumbles into your skin:

“y si algún día dice que me va a dejar… no va a poder. porque ya la puse en el grupo familiar.”

“you added me to the family whatsapp, pablo. that doesn’t make us married.”

“sí que sí. you’ve seen the memes. it’s forever now.”

you look at him, still flushed from laughter, and suddenly he’s soft. less chaotic. just him. warm brown eyes, a slightly crooked smile, and the way his thumb brushes against your hip like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.

“oye,” he says, quieter now, “if i was actually your current boyfriend… would you tell me if you were planning to replace me?”

you blink. he’s joking, but also kind of not. there’s a flash of real feeling behind his teasing.

you lean in and kiss him, slow and certain.

“you’re not my current anything, pablo,” you murmur against his lips. “you’re my always.”

he exhales like he’s been holding that breath for years.

then — with zero warning — he grabs the phone again.

“and that’s how you win, chicos. take notes.”

pedri

you’re curled up on pedri’s bed, face half-buried in his pillow, phone in one hand, feet nudging at his side. he’s sitting up next to you, back against the headboard, scrolling aimlessly through some article about barça tactics like it’s the most thrilling novel on earth.

he doesn’t notice you start recording. not at first.

you turn the camera toward the two of you, face blank, voice casual.

“hola chicos,” you whisper. “today im here with my current boyfriend.”

his head turns so fast it’s like he heard a whistle blow.

“¿qué?” pedri says, blinking. “current boyfriend?!”

you turn to him, eyebrows raised like you’ve just been asked what 2+2 is. “yeah?”

his mouth opens. closes. opens again. he looks genuinely stunned. like he’s been called offside while standing still.

“‘current boyfriend’?” he repeats slowly, like he’s trying to translate it into something that makes sense. “me estás vacilando, ¿no?”

you furrow your brow, all wide-eyed innocence. “what? that’s just… what people say.”

“no, it’s not,” he says, staring at you like you’ve personally rewritten the dictionary. “that’s what you say when you’re... i don’t know. rotating the squad.”

you blink. “rotating the squad?”

“like you’ve got backups. a bench.”

you gasp. “you think i have backup boyfriends?”

pedri folds his arms across his chest, staring you down. “well. apparently i’m the current one, so.”

“pedri,” you giggle, crawling over to him. “you’re being silly.”

“am i?” he says, fake offended. “who’s next, then? ferran? ansu? don’t lie.”

you bite your lip to keep from laughing. “hmm. héctor.”

“wow,” he says. “so you’re into the young guys now. okay.”

you lean your head on his shoulder, still recording. he stays frozen, arms crossed, pretending to be emotionally wounded.

you poke his cheek. “you know i’m joking, right?”

“don’t talk to me,” he mutters, nose scrunching as he hides his smile. “i need to reevaluate my relationship status.”

you kiss his jaw softly. “you’re not my current boyfriend.”

he perks up slightly. “no?”

you shake your head sweetly. “you’re my favorite one.”

his face drops again. “that’s worse.”

you laugh, full-on now, as he reaches over and tries to snatch your phone.

“delete it,” he says, but he’s grinning. “delete it or i’m telling your mom you bullied me.”

ferran torres

you didn’t mean to prank him.

well. okay. you kind of did.

you’d seen the “current boyfriend” videos all over tiktok lately—girls casually calling their long-term boyfriends “my current boyfriend” and capturing their reactions. most of them blinked. some looked offended. some acted like it was the end of the world.

you had a strong feeling ferran would fall into the last category.

he was in your kitchen now, quietly snacking on cereal out of the box, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, hair still messy from his post-training nap.

you turned your phone to selfie mode and whispered, “okay guys... this is my current boyfriend.”

you angled the camera toward him.

ferran looked up, mid-chew. smiled automatically—then blinked.

“…wait.”

he squinted.

“current?”

you bit your lip, trying not to smile.

he slowly lowered the cereal box like it was suddenly very heavy. “what do you mean current, cariño?”

“you know,” you say, way too casually, “like… my boyfriend for now.”

he tilted his head, fully confused.

“for now??? am i... am i on a trial period or something?” he blinked. “is there a deadline?? did i miss a meeting???”

you cracked, laughing into your sleeve.

ferran pouted. properly pouted. full lips pulled down, forehead creased, arms crossed loosely in front of him like a kicked puppy.

“wow. i was gonna share the cereal with you,” he muttered.

“you never share cereal with me.”

“yeah well. current me was about to.” he glanced at your phone. “are you recording this?? oh my god.”

you put your phone down and walked over, wrapping your arms around him lightly. he didn’t hug you back immediately. just stood there, all soft and betrayed.

“you know you’re not just my current boyfriend, right?” you said into his hoodie.

he was quiet for a second. then—

“…okay but like. just to be clear. i’m the final boyfriend? like. endgame? credits roll?”

you smiled into his chest. “final boss.”

he let out a tiny sigh of relief, rested his chin on your head, and mumbled, “okay. but no more ‘current’. i almost had a heart attack. i thought i got dumped mid-cheerio.”

pau cubarsi

you were half sprawled on the couch, bored, lazy, and dangerously close to falling asleep, when your phone buzzed with yet another “current boyfriend prank” video.

you’d seen like six today, and every time, the boyfriend's reaction made you giggle. confused, dramatic, sometimes genuinely offended.

and now you were eyeing pau, who was across the room trying very seriously to fold laundry—his tongue poking out slightly as he focused on folding a t-shirt into a perfect square.

too perfect an opportunity.

you opened your front camera, hit record, and called out in your sweetest voice, “hey guys, just wanted to introduce you to my current boyfriend…”

pau looked up instantly, soft brown eyes lighting up—until he processed the words.

“...your what?”

you tried not to laugh. “my current boyfriend.”

he blinked. once. twice. his whole expression shifted—eyebrows furrowing, nose scrunching, lips forming the tiniest pout.

“current?” he stood there holding your hoodie like it had personally betrayed him. “what do you mean current, amor?”

you bit your lip, pretending to stay casual. “you know… the boyfriend i have right now.”

he dropped the hoodie. full-on stared at you. “so i’m just a phase now? like… like a monthly subscription?”

you snorted.

“pau—”

“no no. don’t even,” he cut in, arms now crossed over his chest. “what happens after me? is there a waitlist? auditions?”

you couldn’t stop giggling now. he was so serious about it, even as his pout deepened and he looked away like the most offended golden retriever alive.

“i folded your clothes,” he added quietly. “i was gonna make you toast.”

“and i love you for it,” you grinned, putting your phone down and padding over to him. you wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned into his chest. “you know i’m joking. you’re not just my current boyfriend, you’re my forever boyfriend.”

pau looked down at you, still pretending to be mad but already melting. “you can’t just call me current and then snuggle your way out of it.”

“i can if you like snuggles.”

he let out a dramatic sigh. “…i do.”

you reached up to boop his nose. “thought so.”

he finally smiled—barely—but then buried his face in your hair and mumbled, “i’m unfollowing you on tiktok.”

“no you’re not.”

“okay but only because you smell nice.”

hector fort

you’d been meaning to try the “current boyfriend” prank on héctor for days... héctor is chill. confident. annoyingly hard to rattle. but you knew if you caught him off guard, you’d get something out of him.

and today felt like the right day.

he was lying on your bed, arms behind his head, scrolling through something on his phone with his usual “i’m bored but also deeply unbothered” expression. he was wearing grey sweats, socks half on, one of his training shirts, and just existing in your space like it was his second home.

you hit record quietly.

“hey guys,” you said, voice sweet. “just wanted to show you my current boyfriend.”

his eyes immediately flicked over to you.

“...sorry?” he raised an eyebrow. “current?”

you blinked innocently. “yeah. my boyfriend at the moment.”

he let out a small laugh. one of those “you’re not serious” kinds of laughs.

“nah. no way you just said that.” he sat up slightly, resting on one elbow. “you really called me your current boyfriend? that’s crazy.”

you bit back a smile. “what? you are.”

he gave you a look. “babe. be serious. i’ve met your mom. i have a drawer here. i help you parallel park. we’re past current.”

you snorted. “parallel parking makes you permanent?”

“yes.” he leaned forward, still smirking. “also you kissed me this morning and said ‘i’m obsessed with you’ so...”

“i don’t recall—”

“i do. you were wearing my hoodie. looked very in love. kinda embarrassing for you.”

you groaned. “you’re so cocky.”

he shrugged, smug as ever. “i’m your forever boyfriend. you said it, not me.”

alejandro balde

you’d been scrolling through tiktok all day, watching all these “current boyfriend” prank videos where girls called their boyfriends “current” and got hilariously confused or offended reactions.

and then you caught alejandro just chilling on the couch, sneakers off, socks barely hanging on, flicking through his phone with that lazy grin of his.

you smirked.

“okay, let’s see what happens.”

you grabbed your phone, hit record, and with your sweetest, most casual voice said, “hey guys, this is my current boyfriend.”

alejandro looked up instantly, eyebrow twitching. “wait, current?”

you smiled, trying to keep it innocent. “yeah, like, the boyfriend i have right now.”

he blinked, then gave you a mock scandalized look. “current? so like… i’m temporary? a loaner? what’s the deal?”

you laughed. “no! it’s just a prank, chill.”

he threw his head back dramatically. “ay nooo, you’re breaking my heart over here.” then he wiggled closer and poked your side, grinning. “but if i’m just current, does that mean you might get a better one next week?”

you rolled your eyes but smiled. “no one’s better than you, ale.”

he smirked, looking all confident but his eyes softening. “good answer. because i’m staying.”

then he reached over and stole a quick kiss, still grinning. “current? nah. i’m forever.”

lamine yamal

you and lamine had been hanging out all afternoon — just snacks, music, and lazily throwing popcorn at each other while you argued over who had the better spotify taste. (spoiler: it was you, obviously.)

he was lying across your bed now, halfway on his stomach, hoodie sleeves all bunched up, phone in one hand while his other reached for snacks he wasn’t even looking at.

you sat down at the edge of the bed, grabbed your phone, and pressed record quietly.

“hey guys,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice level. “just wanted to show you my current boyfriend.”

you angled the camera to show lamine, still flopped on the bed. he turned his head slowly.

“…your what?” he blinked. sat up slightly. “nah. say that again.”

you smiled innocently. “my current boyfriend.”

he made a face — somewhere between “wtf” and “am i being pranked.”

“current is wild,” he muttered, sitting all the way up now. “you sayin’ there’s, what, a next one coming soon? someone on the bench or what?”

you laughed, trying to stay in character. “i’m just saying… things change, you know?”

“nah nah nah,” he said, holding up a hand, clearly fighting a smile but also a little bit serious now. “you can’t say stuff like that. i do math homework with you. i let you put your makeup on me last week. i carried your tote bag.”

“and i appreciate it, current boyfriend.”

he gasped. dramatic.

“don’t call me that. take it back.”

“you’re so offended.”

“i am offended,” he said, half-laughing. “i thought i was him. i thought i was ‘final boss boyfriend’. this is crazy.”

you giggled and finally leaned in to stop recording, flopping onto the bed beside him. “baby, i’m joking.”

he rolled his eyes but you could tell he was smiling for real now.

“you better be. ‘cause i already planned our next 5 dates and i’m not deleting them.”

you turned to look at him. “you planned five?”

“yes. and one of them includes gelato. you’d regret losing me.”

you laughed again, pressing your face into his hoodie. “you’re ridiculous.”

he smirked, brushing a crumb off your forehead.

“and permanent. don’t forget that part.”

marc bernal

you were sitting on your bedroom floor, half-folding laundry, half-pretending to be productive, while marc lay stretched out on your bed — arms behind his head, legs crossed, watching you with that small, steady smile he always had around you.

he wasn’t saying much, just watching. you knew that look. it was the “i like being here” look. the “i’m too comfortable to move” look. the “you’re my peace” look.

you smirked to yourself and grabbed your phone.

“okay,” you whispered into the mic, “so i just wanted to show you guys my current boyfriend.”

marc blinked. slowly sat up.

“…your what?”

you kept a straight face. “my current boyfriend.”

he just stared for a second, head tilted slightly, his expression somewhere between confused and mildly offended.

“current?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “like... as in, temporary?”

“mhm,” you said, pretending to focus on folding a hoodie. “he’s great for now.”

he let out a short breath, then slowly got off the bed and walked over, sitting down next to you on the floor.

“so when does my contract expire?” he asked, teasingly calm. “or do i get to renegotiate?”

you smiled, finally meeting his eyes. “depends. you offering long-term?”

marc gave a soft little huff of a laugh, then leaned his shoulder against yours.

“preciosa. i already signed for forever.”

you laughed under your breath. “you sure?”

he nodded. “one hundred percent.” then, just a little pouty, added, “but it did hurt. hearing you say current. like i’m on loan or something.”

you nudged his arm. “i was just messing with you. you’re my one and only, bernal.”

he gave a small, quiet grin, and you could tell he’d already forgiven you.

“…still rude, though.”

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IN WHERE : having sex with the fc barcelona boys.

THIS ONE SHOT IS : fem!reader x fc barcelona boys

INCLUDES : hector fort, fermin lopez, pedri gonzales, ferran torres, alejandro balde, pau cubarsi

note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.

w: smut.

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HECTOR FORT:

Hector is pretty easygoing when it comes to sex, well, it depends on the day. If he's tired but also horny, he can go slow and deep while pulling your hair from behind.

But if he comes home angry, it's a different story; he prefers to go fast and rough, making your bodies collide, echoing in your room.

Hector is also a fan of fucking with Anuel's music playing in the background, especially. Hector gets turned on, and if you fuck with Anuel's "Or Nah," ugh, you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

FERMIN LOPEZ:

Fermin does it however you ask: fast, slow, hard, soft, however you want and whenever you want, but his favorite is fucking before and after games.

Before games, it's like good luck; after games, it depends on how the team did. If things go badly, he gets even and fucks you hard. If they win, he does it quickly and with kisses.

PEDRI GONZALES:

Pedri is a madman when it comes to sex. Anywhere, anytime, but with you and only with you.

Tongue, fingers, he knows how to use everything at his disposal.

Pedri likes rough sex, pulling your hair, telling you what to do, controlling your orgasm, or simply anything that involves him dominating you.

FERRAN TORRES:

Ferran is a serious man when it comes to sex. He seeks to take you to the limit, until you even forget your name. He likes a good, hard fuck.

Nothing better than watching your wife squirm for you while you fuck her. He loves it, especially if you moan his name, begging for more of him.

Like Fermin: he fucks you before the games for his good luck. It's a quickie, and after the game, you can continue.

ALEJANDRO BALDE:

Alejandro is playful. He likes to talk during sex and laugh at you. He also controls your orgasm or just lets you want it and that's it.

Could say he likes it when you beg him or tell him how good he feels. He's satisfied with that and loves the little voice you make while you tell him.

PAU CUBARSI:

Cuba is a sweet guy. He likes to kiss you while you're doing it and occasionally laugh at the sounds of pleasure you make.

Pau likes flattery. Fuck him while telling him he's a handsome guy, and he'll do it with even more desire and talent. If you like, you can pull his hair or bite his shoulder; it turns him on because he knows he's doing it right.

If you ask him, he can be rough, but he has a hard time treating you badly or talking dirty to you. He can't; he's too embarrassed.

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Kisses —FC BARCELONA.

summary: What are their kisses like or how do they like to kiss you?

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

—Pedri Gonzalez.

His kisses are too long and affectionate. He likes the sensation of feeling you close to him, he thinks it is intimate and the most tender way to show love.

He could spend hours kissing your lips, soft and delicate, showing you how much he likes your lips. He is very shy at times but if you kiss him first, he will not be able to stop.

Your soft and full lips are like an addiction for Pedri, he loves the sensation of feeling them on his skin at any time. Whether on his cheeks or forehead. During sex, he also kisses your lips a lot, especially to silence his squeals and to make you feel loved. Because he really loves you and your lips a lot.

—Pablo Gavi.

One of the most amateur kissers in history, not of your lips but of your neck and jaw. He likes your lips but is obsessed with the soft, supple skin of your neck.

Especially because he likes to mark his trails, so when his lips are on your neck, he will play with you until you turn red. He loves the sensation of hearing you gasp and laugh at the same time.

During sex, he prefers not so much to kiss as to watch. Watching you is more his thing, but, after the action he is very affectionate and caring. Maybe there he kisses you too much to make up for what he couldn't kiss you before.

—Ferran Torres.

Ferran knows what a good kisser he is, he always received compliments about it and you always remind him of it. So when he is with you he likes to kiss you all the time because he knows how much you like his kisses.

He kisses you anywhere, no matter where it is, he knows how to make your skin bristle with so little. On your lips, neck and shoulders. Your shoulders are his weakness.

When you are having sex he doesn't kiss so much because he likes to concentrate on you but from time to time he seeks your lips. His kisses are very long and seductive.

—Fermin López.

Fermín loves kissing, loves kissing you and loves to be kissed by you. An exchange of mutual love which, for Fermín, is heaven itself. He loves to feel your lips on his, short or long, he doesn't care.

He could kiss you all day long, on your lips, your thighs, your belly, your neck or your face. He's super cheesy and tender. He knows you like it and he will take advantage of it to feel you.

Not necessarily during sex, because sometimes he can't hold back the moans and has to let them out but after he's done, he'll be a ball of love. He will kiss you so much, until you fall asleep. Just like the next morning, he will wake you up with his kisses.

—Alejandro Balde.

Although he loves to kiss your lips, his lips always find your hands to kiss them delicately. He is so tender and delicate, he loves to make you feel like a princess.

Although your lips are his favorite, he will kiss them whenever you can. Every now and then he will give you a peck on your lips. He finds it fun and romantic. He is obsessed with your mouth, so lips and tongue for him.

When you are having sex, he likes to kiss you even more. It's a different kind of connection and he loves to feel your warm lips on his.

—Hector Fort.

He's definitely a kisser, a lot. Too much. And not only that, he kisses like the gods. Hector has a gift and he knows how to use it on you.

Kissing your neck, chest and shoulders is his favorite pastime while you're together. No matter what you do he will come and take his time with you. He concentrates on you, kissing your skin delicately with that seductive and haughty touch he has.

During sex he kisses much more your breasts or shoulders than your lips. But when you're done, he'll take care of leaving you with lungs and lips asleep.

—Lamine Yamal.

He is overconfident and despite being young, he has a certain amount of experience. He loves to kiss you either on the lips or on your forehead, he finds it protective and tender.

He likes to kiss your nose too, as a little detail he has with you. But sometimes he plays rough and wants you to kiss him and take the initiative.

In sex he is a little kisser but not so much, maybe more your neck or bite your shoulders but he will definitely do it when he finishes and kiss you for a while afterwards.

—Pau Cubarsí.

He is not a big fan of kissing on the lips because he thinks he doesn't give them correctly. He's still young and just learning, he's also a bit insecure.

Clearly he doesn't agree with that, Pau is a good kisser and when he kisses you he is intense and fiery. But he likes it when you kiss him long and deep.

He prefers to kiss your face how, forehead, nose, cheeks and ears. He finds it tender and that is his way of showing his love. In bed he may be a little more kissy to show his love for you, he likes to be gentle and soft with you.

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