#fermin lopez x reader

[nnymph0]

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[paucubarsisimp]

tinder pt. 2

pairing: barca boys x reader

summary: in which you prank your bf saying that you found his teammate on tinder

warnings: none !

a/n: it's been so long since i've written for the barca boys, i missed it sm <3 also this was requested on my wattpad ! i also couldn't fit everyone so the last 5 guys are here and the first 5 guys are linked here

barca boys - pablo gavi, pedri, ferran torres, pau cubarsi, alejandro balde, lamine yamal, hector fort, marc bernal, fermin lopez, eric garcia

lamine yamal

lamine was sitting on the living room floor with keyne in front of him, helping him build a tower out of blocks.

“lamine.”

“hm?”

“i saw pau on tinder the other day.”

everything stopped.

the car froze in lamine’s hand.

“...what?”

you looked up innocently.

“pau?”

“yeah.”

“cubarsí?”

“mhm.”

he blinked.

“on tinder?”

“yes.”

lamine immediately sat up.

“no.”

he shook his head.

“that’s not possible.”

“why?”

“because it’s pau.”

you smiled.

“that’s your reason?”

“yes.”

he looked genuinely serious.

“he’s with martina.”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn’t.”

“how do you know?”

“because they’re literally pau and martina.”

you laughed.

“that doesn’t explain anything.”

“it explains everything.”

he pointed at the phone.

“are you sure it was him? maybe it was someone else.”

“lamine.”

“no, seriously.”

he frowned.

“pau would never be on tinder.”

“why?”

“because he’s not like that.”

you laughed.

“too nice?”

“yes.”

“that man is not on tinder.”

you smiled.

“you really trust him.”

“of course.”

he picked up his phone.

“i’m texting him.”

“lamine.”

“what?”

“what are you going to say?”

“‘bro, explain.’”

you laughed.

“that’s so dramatic.”

“dramatic?”

he looked at you.

“my friend is apparently on tinder while dating martina. i need answers.”

you watched him unlock his phone.

then pause.

his eyes moved from his phone to you.

slowly.

“wait.”

you blinked.

“what?”

he narrowed his eyes.

“how did you see pau on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“what do you mean?”

“how did you see him?”

“on tinder.”

“amor.”

“yes?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you blinked.

“what?”

“how did you see pau if you weren’t on tinder?”

“maybe someone showed me.”

“who?”

“a friend.”

“what friend?”

“just a friend.”

lamine stared.

you stared back.

keyne was completely focused on his blocks.

then lamine’s eyes widened.

“wait.”

you bit your lip.

“what?”

“you’re on tinder.”

you immediately burst out laughing.

lamine just stared.

“you’re laughing.”

“because—”

you couldn’t finish.

“it’s a prank!”

his face changed.

“what?”

“i don’t have tinder.”

“you don’t?”

“no.”

“you lied?”

“yes.”

he looked at you dramatically.

“you made me think pau was on tinder?”

you laughed.

“yes.”

“and you made me almost text him?”

“yes.”

lamine put a hand over his heart.

“that’s evil.”

“sorry.”

“no, you’re not.”

“okay, i’m not.”

he narrowed his eyes.

“come here.”

you immediately knew.

“no.”

“yes.”

“lamine.”

“come here, tramposa.”

you started backing away.

“no.”

“yes.”

keyne looked up.

“what happen?”

lamine pointed at you.

“she tricked me.”

keyne gasped.

“tricked?”

“yes.”

keyne thought for a second.

then pointed at you.

“get her.”

you froze.

“keyne?”

lamine’s face lit up.

“see? he agrees.”

“he’s three!”

“he has good instincts.”

you laughed as lamine quickly moved toward you.

“lamine, no!”

“too late.”

he grabbed you and pulled you down onto the couch, immediately attacking your sides with tickles.

“lamine!”

“this is revenge.”

“stop!”

“no.”

you were laughing too hard to fight back.

lamine laughed.

“come here, keyne.”

“no teaming up!”

you said through laughter.

“too late.”

keyne joined in, gently poking your sides while lamine continued tickling you.

“you’re both evil!”

lamine grinned.

“you started it.”

“it was just a prank!”

“a bad one.”

“you believed me!”

“because i trust you!"

you laughed again.

“lamine!”

eventually, lamine let you go, pulling you close while keyne crawled into the middle of you both.

“okay.”

you caught your breath.

“okay what?”

“i forgive you.”

“that fast?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“because you’re lucky you’re cute.”

hector fort

the room was quiet.

rain tapped softly against the window while you and héctor lay tangled together under the duvet.

his head rested on your chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist while you lazily played with the ends of his hair.

“you're comfy.”

he smiled without looking up.

“i know.”

“you've been lying on me for twenty minutes.”

“and?”

“my arm's asleep.”

“small sacrifice.”

another minute passed in comfortable silence.

then you looked down at your phone.

“héctor.”

“si, mami?”

“i just saw pablo on tinder.”

he didn't even look up.

“what pablo?”

“gavi.”

his head lifted immediately.

“…what?”

“i saw pablo on tinder.”

he blinked.

“nah.”

he frowned.

“that's fake.”

“how do you know?”

“because it's pablo.”

you tried to keep a straight face.

“and?”

“and he's literally obsessed with ana.”

you laughed.

“obsessed?”

“yes.”

“that's a strong word.”

“it's the correct word.”

he sat up properly now.

“have you seen the way he looks at her?”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn't.”

“how do you know?”

“because…”

he paused.

“because they just didn't.”

“great evidence.”

“thank you.”

you smiled.

“you're very confident.”

“i am.”

he reached for his phone.

“i'm asking him.”

you looked at him.

“asking him what?”

“why he's apparently on tinder.”

“that's a little dramatic.”

“dramatic?”

he looked at you.

“my friend is supposedly on tinder while dating ana.”

he pointed at himself.

“i'm investigating.”

“investigating?”

“sí.”

you bit your lip to stop yourself laughing.

“héctor…”

“what?”

“maybe leave it.”

“no.”

he unlocked his phone.

“i'll just ask if everything's okay.”

his thumbs hovered over the screen.

then—

he stopped completely.

“wait princesa...”

you blinked innocently.

“what?”

he slowly turned to look at you.

“how did you see pablo on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“he came up.”

“came up where?”

“on tinder.”

“yes.”

“that's where i saw him.”

he narrowed his eyes.

“amor.”

“yes?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you blinked.

“what?”

“how did you see him?”

“he came up.”

“on your phone?”

“mhm.”

he stared.

you stared back.

“you have tinder.”

you shrugged dramatically.

“for what?”

“people.”

he looked genuinely confused.

“you already have people.”

“do i?”

he pointed at himself.

“hello?”

you bit the inside of your cheek.

“i'd quite like to stay your boyfriend.”

“that's nice.”

“nice?”

he frowned.

“that's all i've got?”

“maybe.”

he shook his head.

“nah.”

“what?”

“you're joking.”

“i'm not.”

“you are.”

“i'm not.”

he watched you for a few seconds.

then his eyes narrowed.

“…you're smiling.”

“am i?”

“you only smile like that when you're playing with me.”

you couldn't hold it anymore.

you burst into laughter.

héctor dropped his head back onto the pillow.

“joder…”

“i'm sorry!”

“no, you're not.”

“okay…”

you laughed again.

“no.”

he looked at you.

“it's a prank?”

“yes.”

“you don't have tinder?”

“no.”

“pablo doesn't either?”

“no.”

he let out the biggest sigh.

“i knew it.”

“did you?”

“…no.”

you grinned.

“you believed me.”

“because i trust you.”

your smile softened.

“aw.”

“don't 'aw' me.”

he suddenly lunged forward.

you squealed.

“héctor!”

“come here.”

“no!”

“yes.”

he wrapped both arms around your waist before you could escape, pulling you back against the pillows.

“this is revenge.”

“for what?”

“emotional damage.”

you laughed.

“that's dramatic.”

“i don't care.”

he immediately started tickling your sides.

“héctor!”

“yes?”

“stop!”

“no.”

you dissolved into laughter, trying to grab his wrists.

“i can't breathe!”

“good.”

“good?”

“you made me think pablo lost his mind.”

you laughed harder.

“he would've never cheated.”

“he literally worships ana.”

“héctor!”

“apologize.”

“i'm sorry!”

“say it like you mean it.”

“i'm very sorry!”

he finally stopped, but only because you were laughing too hard to fight him anymore.

instead, he wrapped you up in his arms again, burying his face against your neck.

“you're evil.”

“just a little.”

“a lot.”

you smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“you were so protective of pablo.”

he mumbled into your shoulder.

“someone had to defend his honor.”

"you're cute."

he looked up.

“i'm always cute.”

“debatable.”

he gasped.

“wow.”

“sorry.”

“you're not.”

“okay…”

you smiled.

“i'm not.”

he grinned.

“thought so.”

then he squeezed you tighter, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

he settled back down with his head on your chest again, closing his eyes.

marc bernal

the room was peaceful.

you sat at your vanity, carefully applying a coat of mascara to your lashes while marc lay across the bed behind you, one arm tucked under his head as he scrolled aimlessly through his phone.

every few seconds he'd glance up at you through the mirror.

“how much longer?”

“five minutes.”

“you said that ten minutes ago.”

“because you asked ten minutes ago.”

he sighed dramatically.

“i miss you.”

you smiled at his reflection.

“marc.”

“what?”

“i'm literally three metres away.”

“still too far.”

you laughed quietly and reached for your mascara.

“dramatic.”

“just honest.”

you smiled to yourself.

“marc.”

“hm?”

“i saw fermín on tinder the other day.”

he didn't answer.

you watched him through the mirror as he kept looking at his phone.

then—

“…what?”

“i saw fermín on tinder.”

his head shot up.

“what?”

“on tinder.”

“fermín?”

“yeah.”

he stared at you.

“nah.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“yes.”

he immediately sat up.

“berta's gonna kill him.”

you bit your lip.

“that's your first thought?”

“yes.”

he looked genuinely concerned.

“oh my god.”

“what?”

“she's actually gonna kill him.”

“marc.”

“i'm serious.”

he rubbed a hand over his face.

“he's finished.”

“maybe they broke up.”

“they didn't.”

“how do you know?”

“because…”

he frowned.

“they're always together.”

“that doesn't mean anything.”

“it does.”

“how?”

“because it's them.”

he shook his head.

“no chance.”

“you're very confident.”

“i am.”

he reached for his phone.

“i'm calling him.”

you laughed.

“calling him?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“to ask him what he's doing.”

“don't you think that's a bit dramatic?”

“dramatic?”

he looked at you.

“if my friend is about to get murdered by his girlfriend, i think i should warn him.”

you laughed.

“warn him?”

“yeah.”

“about what?”

“that berta's gonna find him before i do.”

you shook your head, trying not to smile.

marc unlocked his phone.

his thumb hovered over fermín's contact.

then—

he frowned.

“…wait.”

“what?”

he slowly looked up at your reflection in the mirror.

“how did you see fermín?”

“what do you mean?”

“on tinder.”

“he came up.”

“on your phone?”

“yeah.”

there was silence.

marc blinked.

once.

twice.

“…amor.”

“hm?”

“why were you on tinder?”

you shrugged.

“just looking.”

“looking?”

“mhm.”

“for what?”

“people.”

he frowned.

“what people?”

“people.”

he sat there for a second.

still staring at you through the mirror.

“you downloaded tinder?”

“maybe.”

“maybe?”

“maybe.”

he scratched the back of his neck.

“i'm confused.”

“why?”

“because…”

he looked down at his phone.

then back at you.

“i thought we were good.”

you had to look away.

he sounded so sincere.

“we are.”

“then why would you need tinder?”

you bit your lip.

he immediately noticed.

“…you're smiling.”

“no, i'm not.”

“yes, you are.”

“am i?”

he narrowed his eyes.

“you're taking the piss.”

you couldn't hold it anymore.

you burst into laughter.

marc dropped his phone onto the bed.

“i knew it.”

he laughed, rubbing both hands over his face.

“madre mía.”

“it's a prank!”

you turned around in your chair, still laughing.

“you were actually worried.”

“of course i was.”

“about me?”

he looked at you like you'd asked the dumbest question ever.

“yeah?”

“really?”

“i was trying to figure out why my girlfriend suddenly needed tinder.”

your smile softened.

he climbed off the bed and wandered over until he was standing behind your chair.

his hands rested lightly on your shoulders.

"i hope berta never sees him on tinder."

you laughed.

“that's what you're stuck on?”

“yes.”

“why?”

he smiled.

“because i genuinely think berta would appear out of nowhere.”

you laughed harder.

“poor fermín.”

“poor berta.”

“why berta?”

“because imagine opening your phone and seeing your boyfriend on tinder.”

he shook his head.

“nah.”

“he wouldn't survive that conversation.”

you grinned.

“you're so dramatic.”

“i'm realistic.”

you reached back and took one of his hands.

“you're lucky it was a prank.”

he smiled.

“he's lucky too.”

“fermín?”

“yeah.”

“because otherwise…”

he laughed.

“…i would've killed him before berta did.”

fermin lopez

the apartment was unusually quiet.

you were curled up on the sofa, half watching a film while fermín was stretched out beside you, one arm around your waist and the other lazily tracing shapes against your leg. every few minutes he'd glance away from the tv just to look at you.

“what?”

“nothing.”

“you keep staring.”

“because you're pretty.”

you smiled.

“that's smooth.”

“i know.”

“did that work on me?”

he grinned.

“apparently.”

you laughed, shaking your head.

“fermín.”

“hm?”

“i just saw pablo on tinder.”

he smiled.

“good one.”

“i'm serious.”

he looked at you.

“…what?”

“pablo.”

“gavi?”

“yeah.”

“no way.”

“why not?”

“because…”

he frowned.

“ana.”

“what about her?”

“he's with ana.”

“maybe they broke up.”

fermín's face actually fell.

“don't say that.”

“why?”

he looked genuinely sad.

“because…”

he sighed.

“we literally went to dinner with them last week.”

“okay.”

“and we're supposed to go again next weekend.”

you nodded.

“that's true.”

“if they broke up…”

he looked down at the blanket.

“…that'd be sad.”

“for pablo?”

“for both of them.”

he shrugged.

“i like them together.”

“you do?”

“yeah.”

he smiled a little.

“they're cute.”

“aw.”

“and…”

he scratched the back of his neck.

“our double dates are fun.”

you laughed.

“that's what you're worried about?”

“a little.”

“fermín.”

“what?”

“really?”

“what?”

he looked completely serious.

“who are we going to bully if they break up?”

you burst out laughing.

“that's your concern?”

“well…”

he smiled.

“mostly because i'd miss seeing them.”

you smiled.

“so you don't think he's on tinder?”

“absolutely not.”

“why?”

“have you seen the way he looks at ana?”

he pointed dramatically.

“that man is in love.”

“that's dramatic.”

“it's true.”

he reached for his phone.

“i'm texting him.”

“fermín.”

“what?”

“don't.”

“why?”

“because it's not your business.”

“if they broke up, it kind of is.”

“how?”

“because he's my best friend.”

he unlocked his phone.

“and because now i'm worried.”

his thumbs hovered over the screen.

then—

he froze.

“…wait.”

you blinked innocently.

“what?”

he slowly turned to you.

“how did you see pablo?”

“on tinder.”

“on whose phone?”

“…mine.”

there was silence.

fermín blinked.

then he slowly lowered his phone.

“…amor.”

“yes?”

“why do you have tinder?”

you shrugged.

“i was curious.”

“curious?”

“mhm.”

“about what?”

“people.”

he stared at you for a few seconds.

trying to make sense of it.

“you downloaded tinder?”

“maybe.”

he looked genuinely confused.

“…did we miss a conversation?”

you had to bite the inside of your cheek.

“what conversation?”

“the one where we broke up?”

you looked away before you laughed.

he caught it immediately.

“…you're smiling.”

“no.”

“yes, you are.”

“am i?”

he narrowed his eyes.

then suddenly—

“…you're joking.”

you burst into laughter.

fermín dropped back onto the sofa dramatically.

“ay dios mio.”

“it's a prank!”

he covered his face with both hands.

“i was actually sad.”

you laughed harder.

“you were?”

“yes!”

he looked at you.

“i thought pablo and ana had broken up.”

“aw.”

“don't 'aw' me.”

“you were thinking about the double dates.”

“it would've been weird without them.”

your smile softened.

“don't worry.”

“they're still together?”

“they're still together.”

“good.”

he let out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“and you don't have tinder?”

“no.”

“good.”

“you were worried?”

he looked at you.

“of course i was.”

“why?”

“because i love you.”

he said it so casually that it almost caught you off guard.

“and because…”

he smiled.

“…i quite like being your only boyfriend.”

you laughed.

“that's fair.”

“very fair.”

he reached over and pulled you into his lap.

“you're mean.”

“just a little.”

“no.”

he smiled into your hair.

“a lot.”

“sorry.”

“no, you're not.”

“okay…”

you grinned.

“no.”

he laughed and kissed your forehead.

“one day i'm getting revenge.”

“sure you are.”

“i mean it.”

“okay.”

“stop smiling.”

“make me.”

he narrowed his eyes.

then immediately attacked your face with kisses instead.

“fermín!”

“what?”

“that's cheating.”

“i know.”

another kiss.

“fermín.”

kiss.

“fermín!”

“yes, amor?”

you laughed, giving up completely.

he smiled.

“that's better.”

eric garcia

the two of you were sprawled across the sofa after dinner.

eric was half lying against your shoulder, scrolling through his phone while one of your legs rested over his.

the tv was on but neither of you were actually watching it.

“eric.”

“hm?”

“i just saw ferran on tinder.”

he looked up.

“ferran?”

“yeah.”

“on tinder?”

“mhm.”

he frowned.

“since when?”

you shrugged.

“don't know.”

“he didn't tell me.”

you smiled.

“why are you offended?” you laughed. 

“i'm not offended.”

“a little.”

“just…”

he frowned.

“that's weird.”

“why?”

“because i talk to him all the time.”

“okay.”

“you'd think he'd mention it.”

“maybe he forgot.”

“forgot?”

he thought about it for a second.

“good for him, though.”

“really?”

“yeah.”

he shrugged.

“he's single.”

“that's true.”

he nodded.

“hope he finds someone.”

you smiled.

“that's sweet.”

“i have my moments.”

he went back to his phone.

about ten seconds passed.

then—

“…wait.”

you looked at him.

“what?”

he slowly lowered his phone.

“how did you see ferran?”

“what do you mean?”

“on tinder.”

“he came up.”

“yeah…”

he frowned.

“…on whose phone?”

“mine.”

silence.

eric blinked.

“…your phone?”

“mhm.”

he looked at you for a long moment.

“amor.”

“yes?”

“why do you have tinder?”

you shrugged.

“just looking.”

“looking?”

“mhm.”

“for what?”

“people.”

he stared.

“you already have people.”

“do i?”

he pointed at himself.

“yeah.”

you bit your lip.

“maybe.”

“…you're smiling.”

“no.”

“yes, you are.”

“am i?”

he narrowed his eyes.

“you're joking.”

you burst into laughter.

he stared for a second before letting out a quiet groan.

“madre mía.”

“it's a prank!”

he dropped his head against the back of the sofa.

“i actually believed you.”

you smiled before leaning in to kiss him.

he turned his head at the last second.

your lips landed on his cheek instead.

you blinked.

“eric?”

he folded his arms.

“hm?”

“did you just dodge my kiss?”

“maybe.”

you laughed.

“seriously?”

he nodded once.

“maybe you should go kiss your tinder boyfriend.”

you stared at him.

“…my what?”

“your tinder boyfriend.”

"who?"

"ferran."

you couldn't stop yourself laughing.

“eric.”

“what?”

“you're jealous.”

“i'm not jealous.”

“you absolutely are.”

“i'm making a very reasonable suggestion.”

“oh, are you?”

“yeah.”

he looked away dramatically.

“go on.”

“go find ferran.”

“eric.”

“i'm sure he's waiting.”

you laughed so hard you had to grab his arm.

“you're ridiculous.”

“am i?”

“yes.”

“then why are you laughing?”

“because you're sulking.”

“i'm not sulking.”

“you're pouting.”

“i'm reflecting.”

“on what?”

“betrayal.”

you gently took his face in your hands and turned him back towards you.

“look at me.”

“don't want to.”

“eric.”

he tried very hard not to smile.

failed.

“what?”

“there is no tinder.”

“i know.”

“there is no ferran.”

“i know.”

“there is only you.”

he looked at you for another second.

“…okay.”

“okay?”

“okay.”

you smiled.

“can i kiss you now?”

he pretended to think about it.

“hmm…”

“eric.”

“fine.”

the second you kissed him, he smiled into it.

when you pulled away, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you straight back against him.

he kissed your forehead.

“you're my girlfriend.”

“i am.”

“exactly.”

“i still think you were jealous.”

he smiled to himself.

“…maybe a little.”

“i knew it.”

“don't tell ferran.”

“too late.”

“traitor.”

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[dixheuresdix]

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mdni. smut.

the stadium noises are still buzzing in your ears as you push him back onto the hotel bed, the door barely closed behind you. he won, of course he did.

sweaty, adrenaline-pumped, that cocky grin still plastered on his face even as you straddle his lap and shove his shirt up.

“told you,” you whisper, voice low and teasing, “if you won, you get your surprise.”

his hands grip your hips instantly, fingers digging in like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

you slide your panties aside, already soaked just from watching him on the pitch, and sink down onto his thick cock in one slow motion. he groans deep in his throat, head falling back against the pillows, eyes half-lidded as you start to ride him.

your palms press flat on his chest, feeling the hard muscle still warm from the game. you roll your hips in steady circles at first, savoring the stretch and the way he fills you so perfectly. every time you drop down, his cock hits that sweet spot inside you and you let out a soft, breathy moan that makes his grip tighten.

his abs flex under your hands as he tries to thrust up, but you push him back down, taking control.

“no, my turn,” you say, picking up the pace. you bounce faster, the wet sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. your tits jiggle with every movement and he can’t stop staring, one hand sliding up to squeeze one, thumb brushing over your hard nipple.

you lean forward, hair falling around both of you like a curtain, and kiss him hard while you grind down deep, clit rubbing against his pelvis with every roll. he growls into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours.

“you’re so fucking tight,” he pants when you break the kiss, “gonna make me come too quick if you keep riding me like that.”

you smile against his lips, slowing just enough to tease him, clenching around his cock on purpose.

his hands move to your ass, spreading you as you ride him harder, the bed creaking under you. sweat beads on his forehead, mixing with the leftover game sweat. you love how raw and messy it feels.

you sit up straight again, hands braced on his thighs behind you, arching your back so he can watch every inch of his cock disappearing inside your dripping pussy.

“my pretty little winner’s prize.” he sigh.

you laugh breathlessly and slam down harder, chasing your own pleasure now. your thighs burn but you don’t stop, riding him faster, deeper, until the pressure builds tight and hot in your core.

“gonna come,” you gasp, voice breaking.

“do it.”

the orgasm crashes over you suddenly, your walls pulsing around him as you cry out, hips stuttering but still moving through it. he curses loudly, fingers bruising your hips as he finally lets go and thrusts up into you, filling you with hot spurts while you keep riding him through both your highs.

dixheuresdix, like and comment <3

[spidybaby]

Calling them by their name | Barca Boys

Summary: How they would react at you calling them by their name instead of their nickname.

Warnings: cursing.

Pedri

"Flaco!"

You call from the laundry room, you were searching for the mop because of something that spilled.

You don't hear him answering you. "Flaco." You call again, giving him a few minutes to call back. You sigh, finding the mop without the mopping part. "Flaco!" You shout, trying for him to hear you.

You leave the mop there, knowing that it was easier for you to clean the spill with napkins than to find it.

"Pedro!" You call, grabbing a few napkins to clean the mess.

He hears you from the outside of the house, where he is playing with Nilo. He walks inside, finding you cleaning something.

"Did you just call me Pedro?" He asks,

"Si, please turn off the spaghetti." You say, throwing the napkins on the trash can. "Also, I called you like a thousand times. Where were you?"

"I was outside with Nilo." He explains, pointing to the door. "You never call me Pedro." He says, confused at you.

You smile at his confused expression, pitching his cheek.

"I was going like < flaco, flaco, flaco > and no answer, so I used your name." You explain, shrugging. "Pass me the sauce, please."

"But Pedro?" He shakes his head. "I'm your flaco, guapo, bebé. Not Pedro." He pouts.

"Isn't that your name?" You ask, squinting your eyes at him. "Pedro." You say, teasing him.

"Don't call me that." He pouts even more. He walks over to where you are, placing his chin on top of your shoulder. "I'm your flaco." He says, hugging your body.

"You are going to burn yourself with the hot pot, Pedro." you smile, pitching his hand lightly. "Food is almost done, seat down."

"Flaco." He hug you tightly. "Say it."

"I don't know what you are talking about." You laugh, trying to escape his hold. "Pedro"

"Bua, you are killing me." He sighs, letting his hold go.

You smile at him, how cute he looked while pouting and giving you those puppy eyes.

"Grab the plates," you say, pushing him towards the cabinets. "Flaco." You whisper.

He pauses, turning his head to where you are. "Repitelo!" He points at you, leaving the plates on the counter. "Go on, repeat it!"

"What are you doing?" You laugh, hugging him as his arms wrap around you. "You are so funny, flaco." You smile, giving him a kiss on the top of his nose. "Or should I say platanito?"

"Love that nickname." He smiles.

"Okay, let's use that one." You laugh, pushing him lightly. "Platanito."

Gavi

"Can you pass me the remote, ojitos?" You ask him.

He was on his phone while you two were sitting on the couch. You put on a movie but your phones seemed more interesting.

"Ojitos." You call again, taking the eyes from the phone. "Ojitos?" You say, looking at him being dso focus on the phone.

You try to reach for the remote, failing for the third time. You turn no look at him, he was still on his phone, watching this video.

"Pablo!" You call, tired already.

He looks up for the phone. "Si?" He asked

"Pass me the remote, please." You smile at him, stretching your arm for him to pass it to you.

He frowns, grabbing the remote. "Sorry, didn't hear you."

"Thanks, Pablo." You smile, turning the tv off. "That movie was boring."

You return to your phone, checking your tik tok for new things. Pablo, on the other hand, is looking at you with a frown.

"Look at this." You giggle, showing him the tik tok. His questioning eyes are looking at you. "What's wrong?"

He pouts even more, you only use his name when you are mad or you are fighting, so he wonders if that's the case.

"You call me Pablo."

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at him. "Oh, don't be mad. You weren't listening, and I needed the remote." You say, moving closer to him. "Love you, ojitos."

He changed his expression, smiling and getting closer to you. "That's better."

Ferran

"Can you hand me the sauce?" He asks, placing the meat on the grill. "Please."

He was fresh out of the hospital, wanting to cook for his friends and family. He was trying to feel like he could do normal things, even tho he couldn't eat that heavy for a while.

"I still think you should be resting, nene."

"I'm fine, I'm a shark. Don't worry about it." He smiles, placing more food on the grill. "Sauce, please."

You nod, going back to the kitchen to grab it. You notice that there were two types of sauces.

"Nene, I have two sauces here." You say loudly for him to hear you. "Nene!"

You wait for a few seconds, nothing. Ferran was too busy watching a tik tok to hear you calling his name.

"Nene!" You try one more time, still nothing. You roll your eyes, walking back to where he is with both sauces on your hands. "Ferran!"

"Hey! I learned how to do chimichurri on this tik tok." He smiles, showing you his screen. "Why do you have both sauces?"

"Cause I called you to ask which one, but you never answered." You hand him one sauce. "Also, we just bought chimichurri, Ferran."

He looks up to you. "Are you mad?" He asks, frowning a little bit.

"No, why?" You ask, confused at his question.

"You don't call me Ferran, like ever. I'm Ferran to my sister, to my mom, to my dad, to the culers, but to you, I'm not."

You smile, getting closer and hugging him from behind. "Sorry, I keep forgetting you are mi nene."

Fermin

You walk inside of his house, a small cake box on your hand. You left your things on the table next to the entrance.

"Guapo!" You left the cake on the table, sitting down on a chair. "Guapo!"

You frown, Fermin texted you earlier that he was home. You meet up to him because you were going to a friend's birthday party and she asked you to take the cake.

You wait for a few minutes, still nothing. You walk upstairs, trying to find him to get going.

"Guapo, are you here?"

You open the door to his room, finding him watching something on tik tok with so much volume it was obvious why he couldn't hear you.

"Fermin!" You shout.

He throws the phone somewhere, grabbing his chest with both hands. He looks at you with wide eyes, scared because of your shout.

"Joder, me he cagao'" He says. "You never use my name, and now you come here and shout at me."

You roll your eyes. "I called you like three times, I thought you were asleep." You explain. "Put your shoes on, let's go."

He nodded, doing what you told him. You walk downstairs to see if you had everything you needed.

"Can we agree on you never calling me by my name again?" He asks, grabbing the car keys. "That was scary."

You chuckled at him, he looked so worried. "Vale, guapo."

[gothicfied]

Comforting the spanish nt after the nations league final

Pairings: Lamine Yamal x Reader, Pedri x Reader, Gavi x Reader, Pau Cubarsi x Reader, Fermin Lopez x Reader, Dean Huijsen x Reader, Nico Williams x Reader

Warnings: Slight swearing on Gavi's part, other than that it's just fluff/comfort, reader is implied to be spanish in some parts, not proof read (english isn't my first language)

A/N: lolololol I actually couldn't care any less about them losing and Morata basically just got karma for the whole "¿Donde esta Musiala?" thing last year. Where he is? Where's your penalty goal? Anyway, I do kinda feel bad for them because I was lowkey rooting for Spain. No hate to any of the players tho, this is just a sport that no one should take that seriously. Enjoy!

Lamine Yamal

Your mood after Ronaldo's equalizer in the 61' minute was basically already ruined. To see your boyfriend fight so hard for a win and still get fouled left and right, booed by the portuguese fans and very obviously not feeling confident with his own skills was heartbreaking to say the least.

You wanted your nation to win. To feel that euphoria again, like after the EURO's. But most importantly, you wanted to see Lamine win.

The loss hit hard and everyone around you seemed inconsolable. With the rest of Lamine's family, you waited for him at the end of the tunnel, feeling really annoyed with the sound of the Portugal National Team celebrating outside.

Wordlessly, Lamine approached you and hugged you right after his mom and dad. Carefully, you threaded your hands through his — patchily bleached — hair, smiling to yourself when you felt him squeeze you even tighter. He is your starboy, the best player in the word (to you, at least) and seeing him so discouraged and agitated made your heart ache for him.

"You okay?" You asked after a minute or two of just standing there in each others arms. Lamine just shook his head in a more hesitant way — He hated admitting to stuff like this. Whenever he lost, or the team lost, he felt weak and he thought he could've done more. You had to keep reminding him that this was a group effort.

"You did your best," You pulled away from his slowly to face him, "and I'm proud of you. It'll be better next time, I promise you." Your boyfriend gave you a little smile and kissed your forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Pedri

"I'm sorry I couldn't win it for you. Jesus what is wrong with me? I probably missed the open net like.... twenty times!" Pedri whined next to you in the car back to the hotel the team was staying in. He had been complaining ever since he found you in the crowd of relatives, friends and partners of the other players.

And he wasn't complaining because of a selfish reason or anything, no, he was complaining because he disappointed you. Pedri would've loved seeing you with the trophy, or his gold medal around your neck. And after all of that, playing like god was watching, all he had was a second place prize. It simply wasn't good enough.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself." You responded and took his hand into yours. Pedri was the most talented player on the team, you were sure of it. And you loved him no less when he lost or when he didn't play his best — That would be ridiculous!

"I have to be hard on myself! I just.. I could've.." Hearing him sound so defeated almost made you cry. You didn't care that your nation didn't win, you only cared about your boyfriend and the fact that this seemed to really bother him. You reached for Pedris face and turned him towards you, pressing a kiss on his lips.

"There is always a next time. You were great out there. And, I mean, there's many more trophies for you to win! Who actually cares about the nations league anyway?" The footballer smiled against your lips and kissed you back, because it seemed like that was the only thing that would make the pain go away.

Gavi

When Gavi loses, he's angry. Irritated. Frustrated. And it's even worse when he doesn't get a chance to help out his team. You came to Germany in hopes of seeing your boyfriend play his best and win this goddamn trophy. He loves playing for Spain like nothing else, it fills him with the greatest pride on the planet. De la Fuente not giving him any minutes made your blood boil.

Gavi stared into nothingness while you were getting ready for bed. He had his arms crossed over his chest, like the whole night actually, still fuming about the outcome of the game.

When you were finally done, you let yourself fall into the softness of the bed, immediately crawling under the blanket for some warmth. The whole room was filled with a cold atmosphere because of your boyfriend, even though he didn't even want it to. Gavi loved you like nothing else, but he'd always go non-verbal after a bitter loss.

"Gavi?"

No reaction.

"Gaaavi?"

Still no reaction.

"Pablo?"

When hearing his first name, his head snapped to you and his gaze finally softened from his constant frowning. "I'm sorry," He eventually huffed out, "This shit just fucking sucks." You understood him perfectly, even though you don't play any sport comparable to football.

You also had great pride in your country and sometimes it was like Gavi loved Spain more than himself. After a minute of silence, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face between him and the pillow behind him. "I know you would've scored." You mumbled to him. Gavi's hands came to rest on your hips as he reciprocated the warm hug that he really needed right now.

"I'll do it next time. For you."

Pau Cubarsi

Pau isn't one to cry or sulk over a loss. Losing against Portugal and a big player like Ronaldo surely had it's impact on him, though. He didn't play — He didn't get the chance to play. And on one level, he understood the decision: This wasn't just a game with no importance, this was the final and it was obvious his coach would rely on more experienced players.

"I swear I'm not mad. Just a little disappointed, that's all." Your boyfriend said as he examined the silver medal hung around his neck. It felt like you were more upset about the loss than him, but that's kinda what you liked about Pau. He's a sweetheart and wouldn't lose his cool, ever. You wish to be like him more often than not.

And while all this commotion was going around you, Pau only had eyes for you. Sure, he was just as sad as some of his other team mates, but seeing you made it all better.

"Well, I still want you to know that I'm proud of you." Gratefully, you accepted him hugging you as a response to your words. Pau's hugs were warm, comforting and always helped you in the times you needed it most.

You were originally planning on comforting him, but it seems like it was the other way around now. And you didn't complain.

"We'll win it next time. The world cup I mean. And I'll do my best, for you if course."

"You'd win it just for me?"

"Obviously. You need something to brag about to your friends, right? For example, a super great boyfriend who's the champion of the world."

Fermin Lopez

Benched. He was benched both games. Why would you waste his time like this? Oh, he got a free trip to Germany just to lose, how great. Yes, it seemed like you were more frustrated about Fermin not getting a chance to play than the actual loss of Spain itself.

"Like.. what was he thinking? Seriously, with you on the pitch, I'm sure y'all would've won. Like, this is ridiculous. Like, so ridiculous! Like.."

"How often do you wanna say 'like' in a row?" Fermin laughed at your temper.

"I don't know. How come you're so calm about this?"

Your boyfriend shrugged and looked on ahead on the road, the lights on the side of the street mirroring in his oh so beautiful eyes. "It's football. We'll win it next time, my love." Fermin's voice soothed your mood.

"It's not just football, though. It's... well, it's your life, isn't it? Your job, your hobby.." Fermin laughed again, looking at you with a 'are-you-serious-right-now' kind of expression. You couldn't quite read him or what he was thinking right now and maybe that frustrated you a little more.

"There's so much more to my life than football. For example: You. Who cares about some trophy when I have you by my side." Now you had to smile at his cheesy words.

"Oh, I love you, Fermin."

"Oh, I love you too."

Dean Huijsen

The last few weeks have been a huge deal to Dean. The move to Real Madrid, his boyhood club, the nations league final coming closer and closer... he was so excited and kept telling you about it. All that, just to lose. He was beside himself.

Your poor boyfriend was completely shattered after losing in the penalty shootout, immediately trying to find you and his family after the winner's ceremony. With how tall he was, you were able to spot him quite fast and make a beeline to him. You knew Dean, and usually he'd be fine with a loss, but this? This was a different number.

"Ohh, I'm so so sorry, my love." You whispered in his ear while holding him close. The death grip Dean had on you told you everything you needed to know. His whole body hurt from all that running around — Running around and defending for his life, which still didn't win him the trophy he deserved.

"I just... I really wanted to win this time." Dead had burried his face in the crook of your neck, mumbling strings of words you didn't quite make out with all the noise around you.

Eventually, he pulled back and kissed you as a form of gratitude for you being here. It might've not been the trophy today, but he sure as hell won in life by having you with him. He was sure you were the best thing that happened to him in his life.

Nico Williams

Nervously, Nico was tugging at his shorts while waiting on the sidelines for his family, and for you. The silver medal around his neck hung heavy — Heavy with defeat and the tears of the people he disappointed. He surely put his all into this one match, creating chances left and right, but ultimately it wasn't enough.

"Nico?" He heard your voice peep out from behind him. "Nico! Baby, I'm so sorry." Without another word, you had wrapped your arms around his neck and yanked him towards you, obviously thinking that he needed some serious comforting.

His large hands wrapped around your torso, relishing in the warmth your body gave him. "It's okay," Nico started, voice just as confident as before the match. "We gave it our best. It's whatever now."

You pulled back slightly, just to be able to press a kiss to his forehead and gaze into his eyes. "It's not whatever. I swear, that referee was paid, I'm sure of it!" Your boyfriend laughed at your conspiracy theory and just shook his head.

There wasn't much comforting needed when yiu were there — So effortlessly funny and sweet. Sometimes he felt like he didn't deserve you. "I love you, mi amor."

[viisstrayy]

Hello!✨ I'm kind of back to writing, truth is I've been wanting to write some things these past weeks however it's been impossible for me to be able to come up with something, I'm having serious writers block😭it's a bit frustrating because I love writing😭😭😭 but I'll try my best to end all the requests and hopefully fully come back!🫶🏻

This is a kind of small reaction with Barça Boys (Pedri, Gavi, Fermín and Ferran) , let me know what you guys think!✨

Slam Car Door

Pedri:

He jumped in his seat, his eyes wide as he saw you slam the door of his car

"Madre mía" (Dear god) He whispered, you opened the door to his car

"I'm so sorry" You say with your hand covering your mouth "I didn't meant to, I couldn't grab the door properly and the wind knocked it out of my hands"

"No te preocupes, amor. Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Don't worry, love. Be careful, yeah?) You nod smiling

"¿Compro un kilo o dos de plátano?" (Should I buy one or two kilos of bananas?) You ask

"Dos. Uno pa' ti y el otro pa'mi" (Two. One for you and the other for me) You laugh nodding

"Got it" You went to close the door and Pedri once again jumped when you slammed the door. His mouth opened and one of his hands moved in question

"Amor" You could read his lips from the window

"It's the wind! It's the wind!" You hurriedly say opening the door once again

"Be careful, bonita. The door can break and-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, closing the door.

"Y/N!" He yells when he sees you slamming the door "¡Preciosa!"

"What?" You ask giggling

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?!"

"When we get home I swear I'll slam the door of our bathroom!"

"Don't you dare, Pedro González!"

Gavi:

"Any other thing you want me to buy?" You ask lifting your head up from the notes on your phone to look at your two years boyfriend

"I think that would be it"

"You sure? I don't want to forget anything"

"You can add the things we might need to do burguers"

"You want to eat burguers?" He nods smiling softly, you smile before writing down the items you'll need for the dinner "And that's it?" You look down at his hand in your thigh and played with his fingers.

"Yes I think that would be it, unless you'd like to add something at last minute"

"Probably I will" He laughs "I'll be going then" You undo the seatbelt "Hopefully in fifteen minutes, I'm back" You lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Take your time, preciosa"

He grabs his bottle of water from the cupholder and drinks from it. Only to get choked up by it when he hears the slam, his pouty face turns into his famous frown, eyes full of confusion.

"Are your parents coming tomorrow, right? Or is it next week? I'll be cooking your mom's favorite, so should I buy the ingredients now or wait until we're on a closer date?"

"They're coming next week" He confirms what you already know

"So, should I buy them later?" He nods

"Yes, tomatoes can get bad really quick so it's better that way" He nods his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so cute, you wanted to laugh.

"Perfecto, gracias" (Perfect, thanks) You close the door once again, before almost leaving you saw his eyes wide open, trying to figure out how to call you out on this. "Also, do you want me to buy the big jar of nuts?" You ask "or maybe the medium"

"Any of them it's fine" He nods "Something's wrong?"

"No, why?"

"It seems like you're mad"

"I'm not, baby. Why do you say that?" He gets quiet for a minute before shaking his head "Nothing" He whispers "Try not close the door so hard, bebé"

You look at the door before letting a small -oh- acting as if you didn't knew what was bothering him "Did I close it too hard?" He nods instantly

"Joder, si" (Fuck yeah)

"Ay, lo siento" (Sush, I'm sorry) You nod "I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, he winks back at you, you smile and stopped for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

You could only see his eyes wide open and the "Me cago en la-" he let out before you ran away while laughing, soon you heard the sound of the honk of your boyfriend's car and his yell of your name. You made sure to buy his favorite chocolate cake that day.

Fermín:

"Want me to go with you, amor?"

"Don't worry, Fer. You can stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes" You lean over to kiss his cheek twice before he moved his head and crashed his lips into yours

"Be careful" He said before giving you another kiss, you giggle

"I'll re-stock my girly things and be back in a few minutes"

"I know but still" You smile

"Te quiero mucho más" You say "Want me to bring something for you?"

"I'm so in love with you, you're too cute"

"Te quiero"

"A muffin would do"

"Got it" You got out of the car and without looking back you slammed the door, you started walking but the honk of your boyfriend's car interrupted you "What's up?"

"I think the door wasn't closed"

"Oh! Let me do it again" You slammed the door once again, a bit stronger than before "Better?" You asked and he shook his head

"Not yet" You opened it and closed it again "More" You did it once again putting all of your strenght, you winced a bit in this last one

"Now?"

"Nope"

"Fermín!"

"You were the one starting it, mi amor!"

Ferran:

"¡Ostras!" (Fuck!) "Cuidado, un poco mas y se te devuelve la puerta, preciosa" (Careful, a little more and the door will be returned to you, precious)

"I'm so sorry, Fer! I didn't meant to!"

"That you pay for my door insurance, nena"

"Ferran, stop. It wasn't that bad!"

"Que no fue tan mal? Casi me tiras la puerta en la cara!" (It wasn't that bad? You almost threw the door in my face)

"Exagerado" (Exaggerated)

"Not exaggerated, I'm just taking precautions" You roll your eyes

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torres. I'll go" He nods

"I'll be waiting for you, beautiful" You smile and close the door once again. You looked at Ferran who simply looked at you, you tried your best to hold your laughter

"What?"

"I know what you're doing and you won't get any reaction from me!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"You dislike this car and want me to buy another one, right?"

"That's not-"

"Save it. I'll do it"

"No! If you want a new car you don't have to say I influenced you"

"But you did" He said "My mind's already setting everything up"

"But I didn't! All I was doing was slamming your car door to see your reac-" You cut yourself off and Ferran's eyebrows went up lightly. You fell in his trap.

"¿Estabas tirando la puerta de mi coche?" (Were you slamming my cars door?)

"In my defense... I was trying to see your reaction and I didn't do it that hard!"

"No, ¡Un poco más y la puerta llega a mi cara!" (No, a bit more and the door gets to my face!)

"¡Mentira!" (Liar!)

"Venga, vamos" (C'mon, let's go) "I'll go with you"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[justageekk]

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.

request open!

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.

❝ justageekk, 2025 ❞

[strawberryblue-blog]

oral sex headcanons for the barça boys just like you did with morning sex, please? thanks<3

ORAL S3X

—FC BARCELONA.

summary: request. (oral and masturbation)

warnings: YES. +18. smut, headcanon, oral f receiving, fingering, etc.

words count:

#SEXYNOTE: I will only write smut from those who are Spanish legal age (18). I will not use images, you can imagine 🫦

Pedri González.

Romantic and fiery.

Very confident in what he does, totally determined to make you feel good. Will start slow, too slow. He likes foreplay, he thinks it is more intimate. He is determined but doesn't know if you want it, so he will wait for you to agree.

When you do, he will kiss every corner of your body until he reaches your intimacy. With gentle touches, he will start to make you feel so good.

He will combine his mouth and fingers, to increase the pleasure and show you that what matters is you. He will really make sure you have two or three orgasms just using his mouth, because he wants you to become addicted to him and enjoy it as much as he does.

Pablo Gavi.

Naughty and fun.

Although he would have loved to use his mouth, he would prefer his fingers for now. He is quite dirty and desperate. He wants to watch you as he literally breaks you with his fingers, he wants to record your every fraction enjoying his touch.

He knows his fingers fit you perfectly and until he sees you a mess he won't stop. He will kiss your neck or breasts increasing the sensation that will quickly take you to the top and then he will sink his fingers again.

He has no mercy whatsoever, he just wants to make you feel good, you are the one that matters today and Pablo will let you know that in so many ways.

Ferran Torres.

Passionate and possessive.

Not so romantic, not so wild. But a mix of both. He has confidence in himself, he never did it before but if you believe in him, then he will do great.

He is also very teasing, he will start touching you, playing with you until he has you in the palm of his hands, then he will attack. He will show you how good he is by using his lips and tongue, he will use his hands to rest on your thighs so he has control of everything.

Maybe he will spank you once in a while, just for fun. Although he likes to see you writhing under him, he prefers you to use him however he wants, your pleasure will always be above his.

Fermín López.

Sweet and tender.

Too romantic, he will prepare soft music and set the place to make you both feel comfortable and safe.

It was not in his plans but one thing led to another and now his head was between your legs. Fermin would only use his mouth, to touch you and caress you with his hands while making you touch the sky. He likes physical contact, more so when you want to touch him.

He will be very surprised how well he is doing it, or at least he thinks so, because of your moans and squeals. It's his first time and he's proud after the orgasm you had, the way you writhed under him. He really liked it and hopes you enjoyed it too, though of that he is sure.

Alejandro Balde.

Protective and emotional.

He was a little worried to start things off. He wants to do it right and is a little afraid but when he does, there is no turning back.

He really wants to make you feel good, love and care for you. He doesn't need to boss you around, he doesn't need to play games, he is direct and steady. Alejandro would use his fingers, he knows they drive you crazy, but if he is in the mood he will not hesitate to add his tongue on your clitoris to increase the sensation.

He is very caring and wants to make you feel special, so today you have all the attention, he wants this day to be important and you can never get him out of your head again.

Héctor Fort.

Playful and confident.

Even if it's the first time he touches you, he can't help but tease you. He likes to be in control and make you beg. Touching you gently, making you want him so that you beg for him.

He would go for a combination of mouth and fingers. He wants to ruin you so bad that all you think about is him. He knows exactly where to touch you, how and how much to make you have your best orgasm ever. He won't stop even if your body asks him to, he has every intention of making you feel really good.

No one will ever do it like him, no one will ever love you and make you feel as good as Hector, that's what he likes to believe, although he will make sure it's true.

Pau Cubarsi.

Shy and delicate.

Probably as nervous as you are, a thousand things crossed his mind when you started this. He's a little afraid that he won't meet your expectations and that it won't go as planned.

But he will slowly gain confidence and let you know. He would definitely use his fingers and mouth, although only a few times. He wants to kiss you and see you enjoying yourself, so he will take care of moving your floor with just his fingers.

He does it so gently, so lovingly, you melt under his hands. Pau will destroy you, she knows very well how to do her job and she really exceeded your expectations as much as hers.