BARCA BOYS || 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙋𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠
彡CONTAINS ; pedri, pablo gavi, hector fort, pau cubarsi, ferran torres
彡WARNINGS ; fluff, prank
彡SUMMARY ; you decide to prank him by not kissing him back.
彡WORDS ; 920
彡DISCLAIMER ; Everything written here is FICTITIOUS.
彡AUTHOR'S NOTE ; Sorry if here are any mistakes, english isn't my first language
⤷Pedri
He’s in the middle of a tense FIFA match, eyes locked on the screen, thumb smashing buttons like his life depends on it. You’re curled up beside him on the couch, legs tangled with his, half scrolling, half watching. Without glancing away, he leans in for a quick kiss something effortless, done a hundred times a day. But this time, you don’t move.
He presses his lips to yours or tries to. You stay still.
At first, he doesn’t notice. Just hums, locked in focus. But after a beat, he pauses the game and slowly turns toward you.
“Wait… did you just ice me?” he asks, squinting. “You didn’t kiss me back.”
You blink up at him, all innocence. “Did I?”
Now he looks betrayed. He tosses the controller onto the coffee table like he’s been gravely wronged. “Are you mad? Is this about the cake? I thought you were full...”
Your laughter spills out and realization dawns on his face. “No, no,” he groans, dropping his head against your shoulder. “You actually scared me for a second.”
You kiss him, slow and warm. Once. Then again. “Better?” He just hums, lips brushing yours. “Still recovering. Keep going.”
To make it up to him, you let him kiss you again five times. Okay, maybe ten.
⤷Pablo Gavi
He’s heading out the door, gym bag slung over his shoulder, cap pulled low over his curls. You’re leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, still in his hoodie from the night before. As usual, he walks over for a quick kiss something automatic, built into his routine. But when he leans in, you subtly turn your head.
He pulls back, blinking. “Wait.”
You raise your eyebrows calmly. “What?”
He narrows his eyes, trying to process. “Did you really just avoid my kiss?”
You shrug, turning to rinse your mug like nothing happened. “Didn’t notice.”
He stands there for a beat, completely thrown, the smallest frown forming between his brows. He’s quiet but not cold. Just watching you carefully, trying to figure out what he missed.
You bite the inside of your cheek, holding in your laugh. You’re not used to seeing him this unsure.
When you finally turn, his expression is caught somewhere between confusion and worry. You step closer, fingers curling into the front of his hoodie, and pull him down into a kiss slow and reassuring.
He exhales softly against your lips. “I thought I forgot something important.”
You grin. “Not this time. Just messing with you.”
⤷Hector Fort
He’s just finished telling you about his day, animated and smiling, when he leans in for a kiss soft, sure, like it’s the natural punctuation to the moment. But you pull back just enough that his lips brush your cheek instead.
His eyes flick open, confused. “Hey! What was that?” His voice is teasing, a smirk playing on his lips.
You raise an eyebrow, grin tugging at your mouth. “What? What’s wrong?”
He chuckles, but his gaze stays steady on you, eyes drifting from your eyes to your lips. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” you say, voice low. “Just a little.”
He shakes his head, mock exasperated, but leans in again, this time catching your lips fully. “Okay, payback time,” he murmurs against your mouth.
You smile into the kiss, feeling the warmth deepen despite the prank. He pulls you close, fingers threading through your hair. “Don’t make me work so hard next time.”
You laugh softly. “No promises.”
⤷Pau Cubarsi
You’re sitting close on the couch, the quiet hum of the evening settling around you. Pau’s tired but smiling—the kind of peaceful that comes after a long day. He leans in for a kiss, soft and familiar—but you don’t meet him. Instead, you let his lips graze your cheek.
He pulls back, startled, eyebrows raised. “Seriously? You’re doing me like that?”
You smirk, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Maybe. Thought you needed a little challenge.”
He shakes his head, a laugh escaping him. “You’re impossible.” Then his gaze drops to your lips, and suddenly he’s closer, capturing them in a kiss that’s slow, deliberate, and warm.
You lean in to kiss him back but it’s your turn to pull away.
“I don’t feel like it anymore,” he says, that signature smile teasing at the corner of his mouth.
You laugh softly, heart fluttering. “Oh, is that so?”
He shrugs, eyes sparkling. “Guess you’re the one holding all the power now.”
⤷Ferran Torres
He’s feeling himself tonight fresh out of the shower, shirt off, muscles still glistening with droplets of water. There’s a confident smirk playing on his lips as he leans in for a kiss, like he knows exactly how irresistible he looks. You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him, amused.
But this time, you don’t move. No kiss back. No reaction. Just silence.
He pulls back, hand theatrically pressed to his chest. “¿Qué? You don’t want this?” His eyes widen like you just denied him the sun itself.
He gasps, dramatically shaking his head. “I should call my agent. Clearly, my prime is over.” His voice is half-joking but full of playful mock despair.
Laughter bubbles up from you, shaking your shoulders as you nearly topple over. “Wait, what? You’re abusing me a bit.”
He catches you easily in his arms, grinning like he’s won a secret game. “Don’t play with me like that,” he murmurs, kissing your cheeks, forehead, and finally your lips slow and tender. “You almost hurt my ego.”
You smile against his mouth, the warmth between you comforting a perfect mix of love and mischief.
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