Fxndom.Multix

Summary:

"What's so good about same-sex relationships anyway, Pedri?"

As if he had been dropped from his dream, Pedri woke up and raised his head in a daze when the flowing voice of Gavi suddenly startling again, stopped his heartbeat.

For Gavi; football is his universe.

There is a bit of a sentiment that is created when Gavi knows that the football makes his whole body aroused for no reason. How great his enthusiasm led him to that. But in the end, there is good thing.

For Pedri himself, Gavi is a dazzling beauty.

Pedri understood this fact well when he could see up close how the man's perform in field. His ability, his dribbling, his pace. Every second of it; even though they are separated by a non-romantic distance that always happen in the field, Pedri has never been honest that he said his heart fluttered when he found Gavi in his fiery state when he playing.

According to Pedri, this is romance. The person who he always call in his heart; what Pedri wants is that one day he can have Gavi all to himself. The charming Gavi. Gavi who only saw himself. Pedri needs a place so that he feels more special in the eyes of his dear friends, unable to carry a relationship just as usual friends.

But Gavi has girlfriend.

He has princess Leonor.

Pedri always thought about that, so he gave up before really knowing whether Gavi had ever really been interested in making love to each other or not. They are similar; men and men, appropriate only limited to sharing stories and playing football together. Instead of—

"Uh, Pedri. What's so good about same-sex relationships, anyway ?"

As if he had been dropped from the dimness of his highest dream, Pedri woke up and raised his head in a daze when the flowing voice, suddenly startling again, stopped his heartbeat.

Pedri's brows furrowed. Unexpected statement came out of the ideal figure of love in his deepest imagination, Gavi who is still busy with game in front of him.

Even if his lips had spoken bringing incoherent issues to the surface, Pedri had never thought for a moment that 'this" would arise in his friend's mind.

"Why you suddenly asking that?" He who was sitting with the back of the chair right in front of him, in front of Gavi, flinched. Pedri straightened his back, making sure 'this' was not a mistake in his hearing. "What possessed you to say such strange things?"

"Suddenly thought of that " Gavi stop play as expected; standing face to face with Pedri. "You know the rumor that Lewa and Reus is ex. I am just curious."

Pedri only look at his friend. Behind Gavi, right on the bedside, there are two men depicted in the mirror, both of them.

Pedri's gaze fell again. Haven't decided to move closer yet. It took time to really accept the shock.

"Do you want to try it ?"

"What?"

"Relationships with other guys," Pedri pointed at himself confidently. "With me. But if you're asking the truth, well, I don't know either. Why don't we try it together?"

"You are crazy, Ped." Gavi interrupted the continuation of this proposal. This is crazy.

Pedri put his phone back on the table, stop playing. "I'm just asking. If you don't want, its okay, "

Pedri knows that he must be crazy offering this idea for many reasons. But from that, when he see mischievous smile in his friend, he is falling. Pedri's mistake was to give Gavi the opportunity to bring up the topic, without realizing it.

Pedri gulped. Shit. Gavi who was never really touch or be touched. What should one expect from person who always spends most of his time palying football? Mostly silent; focus on his world, sometimes forgetting that he still has a figure that needs attention (like Pedri).

On the other hand, Gavi's feeling himself was a mess. Gavi had never had any experiences in his life. Even with Leonor, he didn't have sex. Regarding loving someone and making love, that is not a realm that Gavi has to develop in himself. And even though he never said it, he know that Pedri also knew that

Well, what else can one expect from a man that enjoy football so much? Running, dribbling, scoring a goal ; winning the game and be the best player. No other things needed for Gavi.

Suddenly, with not a single word, Pedri stood. He goes forward and kisses Gavi's hair which he grabs with his hand.

Gavi surprised, his eyeballs widening instantly. The rush of breath out when their noses meet, greeting each other's cold skin.

He who was too shocked, was now worried that this situation would mess up their friendship. Gavi was reluctant about that, so he let Pedri grab his waist, wrapped in an unbroken embrace, pressing their stomachs together.

And Pedri pulled him in a deep kiss.

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Serious or not, Pedri would not know how to take this situation now.

The last time Pedri could see Gavi this intimately and from this close is when the rain flushed their bodies. Final UCL 2024. A frustrated Gavi under the dripping water. Pedri who came to comfort him didn't expect that there would be tears. It was unexpected that Gavi, who was as strong and calm as that, could experience panic.

Or, when they are stuck in the same narrow space? Huddled together, willing to avoid the paparazzi's pursuit. Pedri can feel his scent. Gavi who was trembling in an unpleasant state that engulfed him also had pain in his heart.

"Pedri... stop—"

And similar too; Gavi seemed to be embracing his body at the moment.

The curiosity that made his friend always want to find out more led to a deal that was reaped without direction. Such an assumption makes Pedri not have the slightest shame to touch the man who graceful body trembles with fear; Gavi licked his lips, holding back the groans that slid even though Pedri had just touched his chest and stomach. Perhaps, it tickles? Or rather, weird? Gavi should have explained this if it is good or not.

"I actually don't want to do this," Gavi closed his eyes with one hand. What happened, he did not understand. Just then, they were already in bed. It was Pedri who took him in an inevitable gentleness—the body fluttering to the back against the sheet. And that, taking turns with rough kisses.

He kiss his eyes. Full of despair, but there is nothing that Gavi really rejects from his indecent treatment. Not a word came out. Just because of him. He can't bear to make Pedri disappointed and stop everything one-sidedly. "Pedri, I... still—"

"Alright, it's okay. Don't worry about anything." Pedri stroked Gavi's cheek, who was shaking so badly, regretfully. Memory of Leonor made Gavi question again the reasons why he could do this. She is always nice to him—and Gavi, has wasted her niceness now. "Just enjoy and be quiet, okay?"

Fingers reached the bottom of his stomach, pressed behind the surface of the pants where the zipper was about to be pulled down. Gavi's breath was irregular at first. His brain and rationality scoff at this. But why didn't he move to fight back? Doesn't Gavi have the power if he want to get rid of this? Pedri, in his undefined smile; there is satisfaction, as well as turmoil in inclusion.

Hands on him then grabbed his manhood, made Gavi feel naked. Not covered anymore. Pedri disarms his shirt, showing a broad chest and small nipples that played. Tense. Hard. Gavi sucked his lips, trying not to let a single groan escape or say something that would make Pedri feel satisfied.

"Ughhh... akkhhh... this isn't right, Pedri—"

"Have you ever done this with your girlfriend before?"

Gavi shaking his head weakly. This is new pleasure to Gavi. Gavi never touch or be touched like this before. He didn't have many desire to do that. Not when he has football as his first lover.

It was only a matter of time before Pedri put his next move. Gavi felt something warm grabbing his cock.

Pedri kiss him while his hand was grabbing and squeeze Gavi's cock until it was fully hard, through and patient. How did he play it in an effort to indulge him—no part of his cock that hasn't played with Pedri.

Lip crashed, suction and occasional biting. Pedri breath tickled his nose. Gavi grabbed his friend's black hair.

"Pedri... ughh—"

Pedri's thumb that closed his urethral access made Gavi flinch. Pedri's other hand—which was free, touched briefly the bottom of his cock, before moving to his anal, fingered it. He push in just a little, a finger. The sensation isn't sore, it's awkward. The most embarrassing thing here was Gavi's expression, which became so messy because of it.

His voice was hoarse. Gavi had cried, although the service wasn't anything bad at all.

"Pedri... you have to stop, aa-ahhhh..." Gavi pulled Pedri's hair, until the knot came loose; hinting that he couldn't hold back his climax. Gavi groaned while Pedri didn't let go. "I want to come—ahh ...."

"You couldn't yet," Pedri gripped the penis tightly, blocking the sudden exit. Gavi convulsed. The edges of his eyes watered. Sick. "I don't want you to come out right away."

No sperm will be allowed to escape, until Pedri can enjoy the bouncing Gavi. Calling his name even more melodiously, or moving his hips asking for more is like giving up pride. Gavi rolled his eyes. After the mouth, his friend's hand movement was touching him down there more intensely.

"AKH!?"

"Hold on, gav. Don't come out right away, OK?"

If that order was accompanied by a hand movement that also stopped penetrating him, Gavi thought it made sense and he could comply. However, Pedri too enjoys this domination gameplay. Forcing his fingers that somehow had increased by three into his friend's hole.

So weird. His rectum is not clamped because Gavi is not used to receiving foreign objects. Pedri poked and searched for his prostate deep inside—and his long fingers successfully reached that point well.

Gavi's legs moved uncomfortably. Especially apart from Pedri still pumping his penis while covering the tip of his genitals, he also bumped into Gavi's prostate many times. Twisting and other movements. The only thing that escapes Gavi's penis is the precum. But Gavi manhood was so hard to the point of death. Saliva spilled from the side of his lips. Gavi failed to maintain control in enjoying worldly pleasures.

"Pedrif... akkhhh mmmnn! I beg you! I want to come... aaaahhhh this is painful, Pedriff... let go—" The only resistance he did was trying to pull Pedri's hand away. Let it out.

"You can't take it anymore, can you?"

"Hahh—no need to play around... ughh aahhh nhhg!"

Pedri laughed happily. One of the strongest thrusts he could give to the man in there, along with his hands releasing their grip and blocking the hole. What slid down his shaft was thick sperm; as a result of being held back a lot—wetting the whole stomach and some of it sprayed on the bed. His breath is rising and falling. Gavi's gaze was glazed and sad. The profuse sweat clarifies the evidence that someone who is skilled at football also has capable finger skills.

Gavi then turned his position to lie on his side. Avoid direct contact with Pedri and hide his genitals by pressing his legs together. It feels crazy . Gavi's whole rationality is tarnished. He didn't expect Leonor to know this, but what if the thing he was afraid of inevitably came and made Gavi have to accept all the consequences—

He is the cruelest.

Pedri hugged his friend from behind, not hiding at all that he was also having an erection. Charming Gavi. Gavi which unfortunately is not his. Not yet looking like he wants to end the session, Pedri sniffs Gavi's neck, which immediately shaking. Giving a kiss, a touch full of affection—his forehead frowned. Ah, how he wanted to make Gavi scream, again and again.

"That's enough..." Gavi turned his head slightly pushing Pedri's face, whose lips almost touched his. Not anymore with kisses . Gavi still thinks it's too intimate between friends. Pedri, who was still wearing his pants, rubbed his crotch on Gavi's sideways buttocks. Rejection that come made Pedri only able to kiss the neck, and grabbed his friend cock again.

The atmosphere is hot again. Of course it was because Pedri, who was fondling his stomach and chest, returned to massaging his penis again. Gavi was still weak. He didn't care whether Pedri was still hard, because he just wanted to rest and close his eyes. Forgetting this the next day, so that there is no gap in feelings between the two of them.

"Pedri... stop, I just came out—ahhh"

"Mnnh, I just intend to finish the rest, really."

"You're crazy—hheghhh!"

That thrill after that don't stop. The friction between them is accompanied by Pedri's moving hips, as well as his hands that don't stop giving massages. The barrier was just in the form of pants without any contact between the skin—but that thing felt so hard and hot in hiss ass. Gavi bit his lower lip. Very irregular in breathing and need more oxygen around.

It's cramped and weird. At this rate, would he climax again? Twice while Pedri hasn't experienced any release yet? When Gavi thought he was having his next ejaculation, another thing that actually came out of his penis was an unexpected clear liquid. Gavi opened his eyes wide. The liquid kept flowing, overflowing aa lots and accompanied by Gavi's whole body shaking. Stimulation from Pedri who deliberately plays with him—and for Gavi, it all feels embarrassing.

"Pedri... damn—" Gavi was in shock; covering her face in embarrassment, grinding his teeth. If one ask, Gavi wants to beat up Pedri right now. But he can't. The feeling that dominated him at this time was only filled with fatigue. Gavi was too weak to follow up his want. Pedri turned Gavi by pulling his hand, making his head face the young man's niche. Smell the aroma even better.

"Sleep if you want. Let me finish the rest myself..."

"Ughhh..." Gavi could feel Pedri opening his pants, tucking his manhood that was standing between Gavi's thighs. Without penetration ? "I don't want to do this anymore-"

"Oh yes?" Pedri looked up, holding him tighter; sighs that came out in tune with the hopeful wails that came out. "This is nothing compared to real sex. I'm just helping you out, nothing more."

"Ughh... just 'help' but you are hard yourself?"

"What can I do about that one," Pedri showed his teeth in an annoying smile. A slight jolt made Gavi grab Pedri's shoulders, squeeze his legs closer, then wrap his arms around his neck. "I just borrow your thighs for a moment—"

Pedri loves him. Love him so much. Unfortunately that statement will never be delivered and later they will forget about this. But, who cares? As long as Gavi is by his side; even though the person concerned himself never expect all of this happened; Pedri will still love it.

Because this one time he has everything that he want.

Summary

 Somewhere in the midst of his quiet breakdown, Pedri felt grateful. Grateful that Gavi cantell exactly what he needs without having to ask, grateful that they can understand eachother like no one else can, grateful that he gets to love Gavi.He tries to hold onto that feeling of gratefulness as he mentally curses the boy destroyinghim.orPedri is anxious and Gavi takes him out of his head.

Vaguely, in the back of his hazy mind, Pedri knew he was shaking. 

He knew that tremors wracked his body, running down his spine with every relentless push andprod from Gavi's fingers. He knew that he hadn't lifted his face from where it had been pressedinto the pillow, damp with spit and sweat. He knew that his vision had been blurred at the edgessince Gavi had nipped at his jaw and whispered "Don't even think about coming," as his handsnaked below his waistband. 

He knew that this familiar dance between them would silence the rattling anxiety in his chest, erasethe unresolved adrenaline from a bad match. On the field, Pedri was always in control. Everydecision, every pass, every run was timed and calculated with sharp eyes and sharper movements. He was a playmaker, he controlled the game, and when things went sideways he forced himself tobear the burden of their loss. It wasn't often, but sometimes the stress could unravel him. 

They had lost 4-1 against Real Madrid— hadn't even managed to put up a proper fight. Pedri lostcount of how many times he was beat in the middle, unable to connect the necessary passes,unable to stop the frustration from bubbling up in his chest. Robert had managed to put them onthe score sheet in the 84th minute, but it was a consolation goal more than anything. 

The locker room was as demure as expected. Nobody said a word over the shuffle of jerseys beingtaken off and the click of cleats against the linoleum. Pedri could feels the eyes of his teammatesburning into back as he changed, knew they were looking at him with concern, some with pity. 

"Pedri," He felt a warm hand on his shoulder. Robert looked at him with understanding eyes. "There will be other games." 

Pedri could only nod, couldn't swallow the jumble of emotions in his throat. He knew his veteranteammate meant well but it did little to stop the sick buzz of anxiety in his chest. Ansu and Ferranoffered similar assurances, promising future hat tricks against Madrid before leaving to let the boylick his wounds in private. Slowly, the rest of the players filtered out of the locker room until only ahandful remained. Pedri pretended his hands weren't shaking as he stuffed his clothes into his bag. 

Gavi hadn't said a word since they'd left the pitch, but his eyes stayed glued to Pedri's figure.Pedri still doesn't understand how Gavi can internalize it all. When they play, Gavi is all fire andemotion, blazing across the field with unbridled drive and aggression. He wears his heart on hissleeve, always ready to dispute a foul or defend himself from players who try to mistreat himbecause of his age. But after games like these, Gavi just goes quiet. He steeps in hisdisappointment for a bit, but eventually manages to shake it off and move on. 

Pedri feels enviousof his surprising maturity sometimes, when the pit in his stomach grows heavier and heavier andevery mistake he's ever made plays on repeat in his head. 

When Gavi finally approached him he didn't say anything- didn't have to, really. Pedri could see inhis eyes exactly what he was offering. This unspoken arrangement where Gavi would force Pedriout of his head, tear him to pieces and put him back together as a way to give them both asemblance of control. He squeezes Gavi's hand in affirmation, leans over and whispers make ithurt, before pulling away and slipping out of the locker room. 

Somewhere in the midst of his quiet breakdown, Pedri felt grateful. Grateful that Gavi can tell whathe needs without having to ask, grateful that they can understand each other like no one else can,grateful that he gets to love Gavi. 

He tries to hold onto that feeling of gratefulness as he mentally curses the boy destroying him. 

"Are you gonna cry?" Gavi's voice is thick with arousal. It's said with none of the inflection of aquestion. Pedri's face burns and he shakes his head, face still buried in the pillow. Gavi's handslides from its firm grip on his shoulder to squeeze his waist. "That's not an answer, Pedri." 

He's being cruel and he knows it. Pedri can barely think straight, torn between rocking back ontothe fingers that have been working him open for the past 30 minutes and squirming away from thedelicious pain-pleasure of denial. He turns his head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of the boybehind him through bleary eyes. Gavi looms over his back like a blanket, one hand still graspinghis waist like a vice and the other fucking in and out of him, the excessive amount of lube makingan obscene squelching noise with every thrust. His legs have Pedri's pinned to the bed, tangledtogether and forcing him to take everything Gavi gives him. Pedri opens his mouth to respond,licking his kissed-raw lips.

 "I-I'm not—" He just barely gets the words out as Gavi speeds up his movements. It's a bold facedlie and he knows it, can feel how wet his eyes are. Gavi lets out a soft laugh and it sounds mean.Pedri can only let his eyes flutter shut, frustrated by how easily Gavi can get to him, embarrassedby how easily he gives it up. 

Gavi's fingers dig in tighter around his waist, as if punishing him for trying to hide, trying toescape Gavi's demanding gaze. Pedri can't stop the keen that crawls up his throat. 

Gavi just circles his fingertips lazily around Pedri's opening and watches as the older boy squirms.He slides his fingers back in, drawing stifled moans out of Pedri with every thrust. Moans that curlinto sharp cries as Gavi's fingers stab into him at that spot that sends a jolt through his body.

 "Fuck" Pedri lifts his hips, trying to fuck himself harder on Gavi's fingers, as the pressure buildslow in Pedri's stomach again for uncountable time. His hands curl into the sheets as he tries to keepstill and not lose this perfect angle they've found. 

Suddenly he's staring up at the ceiling, maneuvered onto his back by insistent hands. In thisposition he can see how Gavi's caged him into the bed, eyes dark with lust. His fingers dive back into massage into his prostate again and Pedri's mind goes fuzzy at the edges. His cock twitches inGavi's hand. The pressure is too much to contain, heat spreading out from his inside him until hisentire body feels like it's on fire and his cock aches with the need to release, to fall over that edge. 

"Not yet," 

And Gavi's fingers are gone, hand clamping tight around Pedri's cock, uncomfortable andrestricting, pulling him back from the edge again and earning a frustrated groan.

 Once it's clear Pedri isn't about to come anymore, Gavi releases his cock. His hands skim alongPedri's sides, and even those simple touches send prickles of pleasure against his skin. One handsettles against Pedri's cheek, thumb pushing past his lower lip.

 "Are you gonna beg for it?" His voice is low and Pedri hates the way his body tells on him soeasily with the chill that rolls down his spine. "Such a slut for it aren't you Pedri, can't thinkstraight without a cock inside you?" 

A part of Pedri wants to fight it, wants to tell Gavi to fuck off and let him come but his mind goesblank when Gavi's mouth is on his, tongue practically fucking his mouth with the amount of forcehe puts into the kiss. 

His other hand teases at Pedri's cock again, and fuck, he really is weak forthis boy— he is going to beg. 

His voice sounds so unlike him when his mouth is freed and he finally finds the ability to speak.

 "Gavi, please, I—" He's cut off by a sharp slap against his cheek, hard enough that it forces him tosuck in a breath.

 "That's not what you call me." And Gavi says it so casually, as if it's the most obvious thing in theworld. Pedri can feel his dignity fizzling away with every word.

"Please," His voice comes out shaky, head still rattling from the shock. "Please, sir. I need it." 

Humiliation burns in his chest. 

"Need what Pedri?" Gavi sounds bored but the gleam in his eyes betrays him. "I'm not a mindreader."

 Need you to let me come. Need you to take me apart. Need you to make me feel whole again. Theconfessions float through Pedri's head and it makes him dizzy. 

"Need you inside me," He settles on, rocking his body against Gavi's, chasing the stimulation,"Need you to fuck me, please— Sir, please." 

Gavi pushes his hips back down against the bed. "Should've figured. Pretty sluts like you onlyneed one thing don't they?" 

And he knows it's not true, has only slept with enough people to count on one hand, but Gavi'swords make his throat burn and his eyes water. "Can't even wait for me to get my cock in youbefore you start grinding on me like you're in heat," 

Pedri can only let his eyes slip shut and nod. 

"Don't have to wait much longer, sweetheart." And even the pet name leaves an ache in Pedri'schest, the degrading saccharinity of it all. "I'll give you what you need." 

Gavi dips his head down to Pedri's collarbone, lets his hand tightly grip the cusp between his neckand shoulder until Pedri is sure there will be finger-shaped bruises in the morning. He shivers at thesensation of Gavi sucking and nipping at his skin, leaving marks that will just be barely concealedby his training kit. 

Once Gavi is satisfied with the dark red patch of skin, he grazes his teeth lower, scattering marksacross his chest. The sting makes Pedri hiss through his teeth, pain blossoming against his skinbefore Gavi licks at them possessively. Tomorrow, when he pulls himself out of bed, Pedri willclose the bathroom door with a quiet click. He'll lean in close to the mirror and trace his fingersover the angry marks, tinged purple at the edges. He'll press into them and let his eyes slip shut,and remember how Gavi made it clear who he belonged to. 

Satisfied with the constellation of hickeys left behind, Gavi pulls away. The room is dimly lit, butthe sheen of saliva still glimmers against Pedri's skin.

 "Ready for it, slut?" There's no malice behind the word— it's practically said with endearment andyet it hurts exactly how Pedri wants it to. He doesn't offer a response, knows that Gavi isn'tlooking for one. The younger rubs the head of his cock against Pedri's entrance, and the lewd slideagainst the lube echoes in the room. It makes Pedri bite his lip, makes him dizzy with how muchhe likes it, makes the humiliation seethe inside of him. 

Gavi sinks in hard and fast. Pedri keens a little. The stretch doesn't hurt, Gavi's torturous pace withhis fingers made sure of that, but a different, duller pain courses through him. A hurt that lives inhis throat, throbbing with every deliciously cruel word, reminding him of how he's owned. 

Gavi doesn't pause as he impales him, doesn't offer him the courtesy. Pedri lets himself drown inthe feeling, goes limp against the bed and lets Gavi fill the metaphorical pit in his stomach. 

"That's it, that's it," Gavi coaxes in that same airy tone. "You can take it." His hand tighten aroundPedri's middle and he rolls his hips back and drives them forward again until his hips are flushagainst Pedri's ass. 

"Just stay still and fucking take it." 

Gavi fucks back inside, grappling with Pedri's waist to pull him back harder, and Pedri makes thisbroken sound— raw, hoarse, something akin to Gavi's name. 

Deep thrust after deep thrust knocks the breath out of the older boy. When Gavi finds a particularlysweet angle Pedri can't stop the moans that spill out of his mouth. He can already feel the familiarcurl of an approaching orgasm. 

Pedri is already so overwhelmed, can't even string together a proper sentence and it doesn't escapeGavi's notice, like nothing ever seems to.

 "What's the matter?" Gavi doesn't even try to disguise it anymore, just lets the meanness creepinto his voice. "Fuck you so good you can't even speak?" His thrusts are quick and sharp, andPedri chokes on another noise when Gavi's grips his jaw tight. 

He keeps fucking Pedri at the same angle, hitting his prostate with every punctuated thrust untilPedri feels himself teetering over the edge. 

Pedri might be getting louder, he can't really tell. He's too absorbed in the quick, breathy noisesescaping from Gavi's lips, in the way that his fingers twitch against the curve of his jaw. He findsreprieve in the fact that Gavi is just as affected as he is. 

Without thinking, Pedri reaches down to wrap a hand around his cock. 

"Did I fucking say you could touch yourself?" Gavi spits, and it makes Pedri's head spin. He lickshis dry lips to try and speak for the first time since Gavi claimed the space between his thighs. 

"Fuck, Sir- please, I need-" 

Gavi pushes down hard on Pedri's lower stomach, cutting him off. He can feel the movement ofhis own cock as it moves in and out. "I told you to fucking take it." Pedri can't bite back hiswounded noise and let's go, overwhelmed by the sensation. Gavi keeps the harsh pace, and itmakes Pedri twist his body on the bedsheets, burying the side of his face in the pillow. He bites it,needs something to take the pressure off. 

"Stop that." Gavi hoists Pedri up by his torso, has him practically in his lap as he continues fuckinginto him. "Let me hear those pretty sounds you make." Pedri shivers, the new position forcingGavi's cock deeper inside. 

"Who do you belong to, Pedri?" He keens, lolling his head forward onto Gavi's shoulder, but Gavijust laces his fingers through his damp hair and yanks until Pedri is staring back into thosedemanding eyes. "Who's pretty slut are you?"

"Yours," he gasps, dry-throated and raw. Gavi just kisses him, drinking Pedri in like he's dying ofthirst. 

Gavi slams in again, and Pedri's eyes roll back, all of his whimpers swallowed by Gavi's mouth onhis. Gavi fucks him harder, a newfound urgency thrumming in his veins. They both losethemselves in it, exchanging moans and messy kisses. Gavi attaches his mouth to the bite onPedri's collarbone, swiping his tongue over the salt.

 "God, Pedri," Gavi groans, "You feel so good, being so good for me." Pedri moans brokenly,dizzy from the praise and cruelty and lack of air in his lungs. He still struggles with giving upcontrol, but trapped between a firm, unrelenting body and the creaking bed below him, he lets Gavitake what he wants from him. Even if he fights it at first, he always gives in, let's Gavi bite himand hurt him and fill him up so perfectly. 

Gavi's hands roam over his torso, dancing over the bruises and marks sucked into Pedri's skin.Pedri inhales at the slight pain, leaving crescent indents in Gavi's back as he struggles to keep hishands away from his cock. He just wants to be good, wants to hear Gavi whisper his vicious praiseinto his ear.

 "Touch yourself for me, sweetheart," Gavi lips are wet against Pedri's neck, and Pedri could sob inrelief as he wraps his hand around his aching cock after what feels like hours of denial. He tightensaround Gavi, who moans and digs his fingers harder into the marks littered across Pedri's chest. 

"Sir, I'm gonna come," he pleads. His entire body feels like a live wire, trembling from theanticipation of a repeatedly denied orgasm. 

"Then do it, come on my cock," Gavi urges him, picking up the pace even more, pushing Pedri tothe edge even faster. It hits him like a tidal wave, strong and sudden, and he gasps Gavi's name ashe cums. Gavi fucks him through it, not bothering to slow down. Pedri realizes what he's doingjust a second too late. His noises rise in pitch, his hands scramble, scratching Gavi's back as hecontinues pounding into him. 

"Wait, I-I can't— too much," Pedri struggles, his chest heaving. 

"I thought you wanted me to make it hurt," Gavi lilts. He pushes Pedri back until his torso hits thebedsheets and thrusts even deeper. The meanness is back in full force, and it's a special kind ofwhiplash. Pedri cries out, his face red and twisted in an expression of desperation, and a wolfishsmile that spreads across Gavi's face. Pedri's eyebrows furrow, his nose twitching ever-so-slightly,and Gavi knows exactly what thread he's going to pull on again.

 "Aww, Pedri, are you gonna cry for me?" Gavi purrs, just to throw salt in the wound. It's viciouslyeffective. Pedri's face flushes even further, shaking his head violently even as he starts to hiccup.He's almost there, Gavi can tell. Gavi slams into him harder, and in a moment of inspired cruelty,digs his thumbs harshly into the dark bruises on Pedri's hipbone. A scream rips from Pedri's throat,and a thrill rushes through Gavi as he sees tears begin to wet Pedri's cheeks. 

"Please, fuck, I can't— Gavi, fuck-" Pedri pants in between hiccups, his head thrashing from sideto side against the pillow. 

"So pretty like this," Gavi coos, his mockingly sweet tone completely at odds with the harshness ofhis thrusts. Pedri looks entirely ruined below him, tears welling in his eyes, sweat pooling in thecrevices between his neck and collarbones. Gavi just has to twist the knife again. 

"So fucking good, Pedri," and he watches with sick satisfaction as Pedri's sobs rise in pitch. "Sofucking perfect. Gonna cum, fuck, gonna fill your pretty little hole up." 

"Please," Pedri's voice cracks, "please." There's nothing else he can say, his nerves fried and hismind blissfully empty. Gavi looks down at Pedri, teary-eyed and cheeks red, and it's more than hecan take. The hot tension in his gut snaps, and he spills into Pedri, the world dissolving awayexcept for the waves of pleasure washing over him and the trembling body underneath him. 

Gavi comes down from it slowly, panting. Pedri's shaking all over, whimpering with each breath,tears steadily making their way down his cheeks. Gavi presses their foreheads together, cuppingthe side of Pedri's face in his hand.

 "Gonna pull out, okay?" Gavi speaks lowly, gently rubbing his thumb over Pedri's cheekbone as hemoves. 

"No," Pedri words meld together, he can barely make his mouth work. "Don't leave."

 "I'm not gonna leave," Gavi reassures him, watching the exhaustion flicker in Pedri's eyes. "I'mnot going anywhere." He presses soft kisses to Pedri's jaw and lets his body weight pin Pedri to thebed like a blanket. Slowly Pedri's whines fade into soft breaths, but his eyes stay glassy and far-away. Gavi is familiar with this part of their dance too, when Pedri goes all soft and pliant andthere's nothing in his head but Gavi. He knows that Pedri needs something to keep him groundedwhile his mind drifts through the haze of post-sex endorphins.

 For as much as Pedri needs to give up control every once in a while, Gavi can't deny he needs ittoo. The bone-deep satisfaction has dulled all of his own disappointments about the match. Splayedacross the bed, with Pedri cradled in his arms, he feels at ease. 

The minutes tick by as they lay tangled together, basking in the warm silence. Gavi rests a gentlehand on the back of Pedri's neck and caresses the spot just below his ear, content to let Pedri floatfor a while. Eventually he'll detangle their limbs and get a warm washcloth to clean them up.Eventually he'll bring Pedri a new pair of boxers and one of his hoodies to wear to bed and he'llwhisper soft assurances in his ear as they drift off. Eventually they'll wake up feeling whole again,heads clear and steady. But for now he's just continues petting and watching as Pedri's eyesgradually get less unfocused. 

Pairings | Pablo Gavi x Male Reader

Warnings | smut, making out, anal fingering, rimming, humping, mocking, anal sex, unprotected sex, smidge of cockwarming to top it all off

Summary | y/n and Gavi having lazy sex.

Gavi is draped over him, thick thighs straddling y/n's as their lips move languidly against one another's. You could barely call it kissing- the way their lips were tangling was messy, sloppy even, and so, so lazy.

Both of them were tired, hardly had the energy to fuck and yet their hard dicks were telling them otherwise. y/n's lips were twisted into a smirk against Gavi's, the super soldier beginning to rut his hips up into the Falcon's in a fashion that was purely desperate.

y/n loved it when Gavi was like this; need and tangible, so desperate for anything that'd he'd start grinding against y/n like a bitch in heat.

"y/nn '' Gavi’s voice is already reduced to breathy moans and gasped squeals, when he feels y/n's thick fingers curl around his throat-merely a ghost of a choke.

"Yeah, baby? You gettin' needy now?" y/n's voice is taunting and thick, thick with lust and thick with want as his lips descend on Gavi's jaw.

"Please" Gavi whimpers, attempting to hide his face in y/n's chest as he flushes pink from his neck to the tips of his ears.

"Awww, baby, don't get shy now." The fingers around Gavi’s throat tilt his head back, a pout on his lips as he looks up at his boyfriend.

"Please fuck me." y/n had no idea how Gavi could make those words sound so…so.. innocent! With his large, brown eyes and his pouty lips Gavi is the picture of innocence, and yet y/n knows just how dirty he can get.

"Hmm, I'll tell you what. You go find us some lube and I'll lick you open nice and good, huh?" with that Gavi is scrambling away, his hasty actions causing a chuckle to bubble in y/n's throat.

When he returned, Backy practically threw himself on y/n as he clambered back onto the sofa where y/n was sprawled out "Good boy, now why don't we get these clothes off, him?" y/n cooed, fingering the hem of Gavi's jeans. He made quick work of his clothes, and soon they were all scattered over their living room.

y/n gave him a quick kiss before flipping Gavi over, letting his fingers trace over his boyfriend's back teasingly as he fumbled with one hand to get the cap off the lube.

Gavi couldn't help but shudder, the way Sant disregarded his size and manhandled him with ease was something that both surprised and aroused Gavi the first time they'd fucked. It was just mind blowing to Gavi.

A shiver followed y/n's fingers as they danced across Gavi's spine, the latter arching into the touch as a needy whine escaped him. y/n chuckled, and Gavi buried his face in one of the little cushions y/n loved to organise on the couch.

"I'm getting there, don't you worry” y/n chuckled, a now lubed finger flitting over Gavi's rim of muscle in a way that made Gavi keen. "Mmmmm, good boy" y/n found himself cooing as he bent down, breathing hot on Gavi's skin before his tongue was snaking out and smoothing over Gavi’s hole.

The resulting moan was sinful; the sound was thick with need and laced with pleasure, accompanied by bucking hips and quivering thighs as y/n began to lick into Gavi.

"Fuck y/n!" Gavi's wailing as y/n's tongue worked its way into him, massaging his walls and leaving a wet slobber to leak from his hole.

When Gavi's nice and open for him he took three fingers before y/n seemed him so - y/n was flipping him over again; by this point, Gavi was damn near sure that y/n was showing off just to make him even needier. It was working.

The man thrusted shallowly, a smirk curling his lips when Gavi's back arched and his hand reached back to grasp onto something-anything.

y/n was spooning his boyfriend, cock up his ass and arm tight over his body to keep Gavi's thrashing to a minimum. His lips were hot on Gavi's neck, lazily sucking a bruise into his skin as he thrusted slowly.

It was the definition of sweet torture, in Gavi's eyes, in y/n's, it was a cruel, cruel game. And he loved to play.

"Good boy, Buck, taking me in so well" y/n praised, a husk of exalt. Gavi whimpered then, hot and high pitched against his boyfriend's hand, which was settled tightly over his mouth.

y/n's hand wrapping firmly around Gavi's cock was the last straw.

He came suddenly, his cum shooting onto y/n's fist as the man behind him stuttered, the sight of Gavi cumming causing y/n's stomach to clench as he released himself into his lover's ass.

"Fuck, you're so good to me” y/n sighed as his hand left Gavi's mouth, his arm resting over Gavi's hips in a loose-yet protective-grip instead.

"And you always take care of me Gavi chimed in, a loopy smile stretched over his lips as he felt y/n flutter over his bare shoulder. y/n hummed in agreement, eyes growing heavy as he settled against Gavi's back.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: in which the two of you were supposed to be strictly just ❛ friends with benefits ❜ until Gavi realizes just how important you are to him.

There is just one rule regarding a friends-with-benefits situation. Whatever you do, don't fall in love.

And somehow, Gavi had broken it.

But now was not the time to be thinking about it.

"Good girl, just like that- fuck." The brown-haired boy's teeth sunk into his lower lip as you rolled your hips against his, feeling the way your velvety walls perfectly wrapped around his cock. "Doing so good for me."

A whimper escaped your throat as you placed your hands on his bare stomach, fingertips dancing over his abs, trying to ignore the prominent ache in your thighs. However, he noticed your exhausted movements, concern slightly furrowing his brows.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I-" You swallowed, quivering as his dick hit the right spot inside you. "It's too much."

Deciding to take control, Gavi quickly pulled you off him before flipping you back onto the bed and pushing back into you again, dropping his head against your bare chest at the feeling. "Fuck. C'mon, you can take it . . . There we go, beautiful."

Your heart skipped a beat behind your ribs at the name that slipped from his mouth before you sighed in pleasure as he began to thrust into you again, slow and deep strokes, his hazel eyes heavy-lidded with lust ( and, unbeknownst to you, love ).

"Look so pretty like this." He murmured, watching as your back arched, the sounds falling from your mouth begging for him to speed up. He obeyed your pleas with a smirk, aware of the way you tightened around him, a usual indication that you were close.

He had become so familiar with your body.

"Gonna cum." You mumbled, eyes rolling back into your head before another spark of electricity shot through you as the pad of Gavi's thumb found your clit, circling the bundle of nerves as the knot tightened in your stomach.

"Me too, shit." He hissed, thrusts becoming sloppy as he fucked you deeper into the mattress. "Fuck, come on, baby, cum. Cum for me."

And you did. Your body trembled, welcoming the intense but blissful wave that washed over your silhouette and crashed through your veins as Gavi, holding your hips in place, came with a moan, trembling as he spilt into the condom.

He then practically collapsed on top of you, exhaling heavily, before pulling out. Stepping away for a moment, Gavi discarded the condom before returning to his bed, honey-hued irises trailing over your weary figure which was sheened with sweat. "You okay?"

You responded with a hum, gazing at him through your lashes. "Never been better."

He chuckled at your answer, however, his smile soon dropped as he watched you stand up from the bed, collecting your clothes from the floor. "You leavin' already?"

Your head lowered, avoiding his glance towards you as you tugged on your panties. "Yeah . . . I mean, that's our deal isn't it?"

Of course. The deal.

It was the agreement between the two of you before beginning this sort of relationship and it's rules included total secrecy, no questions, no kissing and most importantly, no romantic feelings.

He nodded once, disappointment twisting in his chest. "Yeah. You, um- gonna come to the game tomorrow?"

You sent him a soft smile, buttoning your jeans. "Of course. Gotta show my support for the team, right?"

"Right," Gavi mumbled, jaw shifting at your use of the word team and not you.

"Um, okay, I'll see you tomorrow, then." Your lips pressed together awkwardly as Gavi pulled on a pair of sweatpants to walk you to the door.

"See you." His words were blunt, a bitter tone braided through the comment, but before you could question it, he had closed the door behind you, leaving himself alone with his swirling thoughts.

The roar of thousands of dedicated fans across the stadium was a sound that Gavi could never get sick of. As he jogged out onto the field, the dewy grass tickling his ankles, he couldn't help but slowly scan the crowd, seeking your familiar, comforting smile.

But it was nowhere to be found. His heart dropped as he silently cursed himself in his head for ever thinking you were going turn up.

You guys were just friends with benefits and that's all you guys were ever going to be. Plain and simple.

Meanwhile, impatiently tapping your fingertips across the leather steering wheel, you let out a huff, watching the vehicles in front of you move just inches.

"For fuck's sake." You laughed to yourself, eyes rolling heavenwards in annoyance at the sight of the bumper-to-bumper traffic. "Of all days there has to be a traffic jam, it has to be today. Of course."

Eyes flickering over to the time displayed on the screen in the middle of the dashboard, your features scrunched into a wince, realising that the game had already begun.

You eventually arrived at the field, hurriedly presenting your entry pass for special access into the team's rooms ( a casual present that Gavi had given you a few weeks ago ) before being ushered into your seat, just as the whistle to signify half-time echoed throughout the pitch.

An unfamiliar and unusual sense of guilt curled in your stomach as your eyes found a dejected-looking Gavi, walking into the tunnel with his team and disappearing from your sight. Wrinkling your nose slightly, you found yourself feeling disappointed in yourself for arriving at the game late, despite the circumstances being out of your hands.

Why do you care so much, Y/N, about his reaction? It's not like you're dating or anything!

And finally, it dawned on you.

It was the perfect opportunity.

Gavi had broken away from the defenders, the ball at his feet, effortlessly dancing through the swarm of players, before striking the ball perfectly, his hazel irises lighting up as it hit the back of the net.

The stadium exploded into screams as you jumped to your feet, a beam stretched across your face as you cheered, watching as he celebrated with his teammates before glancing up towards the stands where those who had special access were seated.

And, miraculously, his gaze found and connected with yours, the realisation tugging his lips into a grin before he subtly nodded towards you and blew you a kiss, the small gesture causing a whole kaleidoscope of butterflies to flit in your stomach.

Eventually, the game ended with the score being 2-0 and you found yourself in the hallway, waiting for Gavi to emerge from the tunnel. As soon as he had noticed you, he jogged up to you, his strong arms immediately enveloping your body.

"Hi." He murmured happily into your ear before parting from you, glancing towards his team and beginning to chew on the inside of his lip anxiously. "I- . . . I need to tell you something, Y/N. In private."

You shadowed where his eyes trailed before nodding, feeling his hand gently grasp yours before leading you to the staircase, far away from his teammates and their nosy eavesdropping. "Is everything okay?"

"I can't do this anymore, Y/N. I can't keep pretending like this."

"Pretending like what?"

"Like I want to be just friends who fool around. I- I want to be more than that."

Your lips parted at his confession, eyes widening as adrenaline buzzed through your veins. "But your career! Those rules we have-"

"Fuck the rules." His voice interrupted your rambling, the serious tone that bled through his words causing you to instantly lift your head up towards his. "I don't want you to be just a distraction anymore. I want to be more than that."

And at his words, you tenderly pressed your lips to his. His heart thudded against your fingers as you rested your hand on his chest, joy blossoming through your stomach as he smiled against your mouth.

Gavi soon pulled away, a cheeky smirk playing on his lips. "Shame on you, you've broken rule number three now."

His comment earned a playful eye roll from you, feeling your fingers intertwining with his. "Well, y'know what I was told once?"

"What?"