#xavi simons

pairing: Xavi x baby mom!reader x secret child!Xavier

summary: Xavi finds out he has a child

note: let’s pretend Xavi’s like 40 and a Spurs legend okay? okay!

the PSG and Spurs U18’s game was one to be looked forward to, with many familiar names with the likes of Doue, Barcola, Mbappe, Van de Ven, Spence, Madison and even Richarlison’s kids part-taking in it and as the men greeted one another during warm ups, Xavi couldn’t help but take an interest in the PSG #8

despite having a daughter with his current fiance, something about the style of play and flair the kid his eyes were on reminded him of a younger him and tugged at his desire to have a child who too took on his passion of football allowing him to stay in the sport like his past teammates had gotten the chance to.

“if you stare at that kid any longer you might spontaneously combust him” Djed joked

“he’s just reminding me of someone” Xavi said looking away from him “sorry”

“funny you say that, he’s actually got the eye of every scout in France right now” Kylian said watching the boy dribble “he’s going places”

“i mean playing under 18 at 13, captaining with a starting position guaranteed? he’s the next Yamal/Mbappe hybrid” Bradley listed making the group laugh

the announcer announced for everyone to take their seats, dispersing the men to their seats as the players jogged off and got to their seats. Xavi attempting to shake the feeling of familiarity he had weighing on his chest

“are you sure you don’t know that kid?” Micky asked

“yeah” Xavi affirmed “why?”

“because” Micky pointed at the kid walking to his starting position

Xavi’s heart dropped to his toes.

Just above the white #8 on his back was printed in bold “X. Simons” in bold white letters.

“must be a coincidence” Xavi shrugged off after a moment

convincing himself or his friends, Xavi still couldn’t peel his eyes off the child. Despite his significant age difference to his counterparts and teammates the kid danced around the others like they were cones on the training grounds, threading passes and seeing teammates where others thought impossible. The match ended in a typical loss for Spurs, 2 assists and a goal for the young midfielder Xavi hadn’t been able to take his eyes off.

“he’s going places” Desire mumbled as they walked toward the pitch

“hopefully he stays here” Bradley added

the boys made their way down to the pitch, congratulating the Spurs youth for their efforts and offering words of encouragement as they took time to interact with their elders, Xavi excused himself, taking cautious steps toward where the PSG kids were finishing decompression drills and packing up.

“hey” he said to the child “Xavi Simons”

“it’s a pleasure to meet you sir” he smiled politely taking Xavi’s hand in a handshake

“you were amazing out there” Xavi smiled “really good”

“thank you sir” the kid almost blushed

“wow Simons already poaching one of our kids?” Desire joked

“no shame in my game” Xavi laughed “he’ll grow in the prem”

“he’s fine in Ligue 1” Bradley interjected playfully “right Xavier?”

Xavi went stiff

the name he’d wanted to name his son, a name he had thrown out there one late night, laying on his back, looking at his ceiling, a name he had loved the second it left his lips.

a name only one person knew

“uhm Xavier whose fetching you” Xavi asked cautiously

“my mama” Xavier answered simply

“no dad?” he pressed

“Simons! showers now!” the PSG coach bellowed

“yes coach” Xavier said running off

Xavi’s eyes followed the boy until he disappeared down into the tunnel, brows furrowed, memories flipping behind his eyes like a book, lip between his teeth in thought

“you good man?” Richarlison asked putting a hand on his shoulder

“yeah” Xavi said shaking his head as if to shake the thoughts out of his head

“ready to leave?” Djed asked “my missus says she made lunch if you lot want”

“i would love to” Micky yelled walking toward the exit

the boys walked out of the exit, filing out quickly and into their cars before Xavi realised he’d left his key on the chair

“i’ll meet you guys there” he told the guys before jogging back in, locating his car key and making it for the exit in such a rush he bumped into a woman

“oh my gosh i am so sorry” Xavi rushed out picking her bag up

“it’s alright” the woman said timidly “i think i’m lost anyways”

“here for a pick up?” he asked taking her stark beauty in as it nearly knocked the breath out of his lungs

“yeah” the woman says with a laugh “that obvious?”

“not at all” Xavi corrected “he’s a lucky one to have such a beautiful mother”

“oh stop it” the woman says looking down at her feet

Xavi smiles at her shyness, quickly snapping out of his trance as his phone buzzes in his hand, a call incoming from Micky

“i’m holding you up” the woman notices “i’ll find the ente-

“it’s on that side” Xavi interrupts pointing toward the enterence “just follow the signs from there”

“thank you” the woman smiles trodding off

Xavi gives her a nod before walking off

all the images were taken from pinterest.

where he and the reader went out to dinner

pairing: xavi simons x reader!

a/n: hope you guys enjoy it 🙏🏽

the day went by very quickly, literally very quickly. as if this wednesday had some appointment and was in a great hurry.

but that's what you wanted after all, you waited patiently for wednesday to arrive. after all, before xavi joined the dutch national team, he had arranged to take you as soon as he returned, to the restaurant recommended by his club teammates who knew london better than he did.

and everything went according to plan, he arrived in london and that same night he put on the newly purchased suit and waited with all the patience in the world for you to get ready.

that's why the two of you are having dinner at the italian restaurant with a panoramic view of central london. but the view of the city doesn't compare to what's right before your eyes, xavi with his elbow resting on the table and his fingers on his chin, his eyebrow arched as he stares at you almost without blinking.

but you also keep your eyes fixed on his, just as you keep your eyebrows raised and your arms crossed.

all this fuss because he playfully told you to stop taking so many pictures when you guys go out, and you playfully intended not to like what he said.

after all, you're just a girl and the kind obsessed with taking pictures – most of them aren't posted, they're kept in albums in the gallery and developed to decorate your wall, so you can look at them alone and remember each moment.

xavi doesn't mind this habit, he actually thinks it's cute and he does the same thing sometimes – "you learned it from me", you say – the only problem is that he spent a week away and missed seeing you even a little bit mad with him.

"will i get the silent treatment for telling the truth?" xavi can't go very long without talking to you.

"you brought me here just to talk bad about me."

he smiled and leaned back against the chair, "that's not true baby girl, i would never say anything bad about you."

you felt him brush his foot against yours under the table. "it doesn't seem like it."

"liefde," he smiled as he watched you turn your face away, "i was just giving advice."

"i don't remember asking for any advice."

that made the smile on simons' face double in size. he quickly stood up, placed the chair next to yours and sat down again.

a kiss on the shoulder first, then the jaw, cheek, and finally the corner of your mouth. all while you held your breath and looked at him out of the corner of your eye.

"can you stop?"

you nudged him lightly with your shoulder.

"only if you say you're not mad at me anymore."

"and who said I'm mad?"

he tilted his head and looked at you with his eyes almost shining, "you know you're the most beautiful aspiring photographer in the world, don't you?"

"oh, know i am?"

"you always were."

he gave you another kiss on the cheek, a long one that made you push him away lightly once more, "stop drooling on me, you disgusting thing."

he chuckled, placing one hand on his stomach and the other on his thigh under the table, "a week without you and i was dying to see my dramatic queen again."

"i'm not dramatic."

he shrugged, "if you say so...but you know what i'm sure you are?"

you squinted before looking at him over your shoulder, "what?"

"mine. mine and mine alone."

you had to press your lips together to contain a smile, "dear, you wish."

xavi licked his lower lip and crossed his arms, "now things have gotten serious," he arched his eyebrow, "whose are you then?"

"why should i belong to anyone?"

he chuckled before touching your cheek with the tip of his nose "you know you're mine. the woman of my life."

"you're lucky, you're good with words, you know?"

"just telling the truth."

“He’s my son”

Xavi Simons x Tattoo Artist!Fem!Reader

a/n: someone asked me to write for him a while ago and i only finished it now, i actually wrote most of this a long time ago, i just wasn’t sure if it was any good… hope you guys like it and sorry for taking so long <3

“stay still, simons… you’re moving on purpose just to piss me off?” i mumble, holding his arm steady while the tattoo gun buzzes against the skin of his shoulder.

he lets out this quiet, nervous laugh and looks away for a second. funny. on the pitch, Xavi Simons looked like the kind of guy impossible to intimidate. but here, sitting on my chair with his shirt sleeve pushed up so high it was practically falling off, he could barely act normal whenever i got too close.

“i’m not nervous.”

“hm.” i lean in just enough to wipe the excess ink near the fresh tattoo, catching the exact moment his breathing stutters. “sure you aren’t.”

his jaw tightens like he’s trying to hold the act together. i almost laugh.

from the second he walked into the studio all confident smiles and attitude, i noticed it fast: all it took was me touching him a little longer than necessary and he completely forgot how to function. and honestly? messing with him became my favorite part of the session.

“if you keep acting like this,” i say softly, studying the design on his shoulder, “i’m gonna start thinking you get shy around me.”

“you talk too much for a tattoo artist.”

“and you blush too much for someone who acts this cocky.”

this time he actually laughs, rubbing a hand over his face like he’s trying to hide the reaction.

and i swear i tried to stay professional after that.

older fmc x Xavi S.

Warnings: smut, age gap (18+).

A/n: Before you start, the warnings are there. Read them. This is also fiction, it’s made up. None of it is real. And this is just 2k words of a lil something because Xavi has been moving me a lil bit lately. Finally an update to the erotic series as well so please clap. We also love good cliches lmaooo! I know there aren’t many Xavi girlies here but I hope the few of you enjoy 🫶🏾

Tori can almost physically feel her skin getting darker under the rays of the unforgiving Florida sun. It’s close to a hundred degrees she’s sure, but she remains lounged against the pool chair just to watch him squirm. It’s her favourite thing to do; granted she doesn’t have much to do, but still, she enjoys it. At 28, Tori married her much older husband way too young. She was properly chastised and criticized for marrying a 65 year old man;

“You’re wasting away the best years of your life,” she laughs at the statement in particular. On the contrary, Tori is able to enjoy her twenties because of the man’s strong back account. Even the swimsuits she wears to lounge in her backyard are designer. He never says no. His family and friends don't make their dislike for her subtle. They all believe she’s a gold digger and Tori doesn’t take offense in the slightest. Why would she be offended by the truth? She married the man for one reason and one reason only. And she won’t feel bad for taking what she wants; besides, he knows what this is himself. He met her at 24 and cleared all her student loan debts, then paid to put her through school again for her masters. Tori isn’t stupid, she has her backup plans, but for now, she’s content to do nothing but relax at home while making the pool boy fidget. It’s his fifth time being here. He said his name was Xavi and on his third visit when Tori really took notice of his wandering eyes and flustered face, she asked him how old he was. He stuttered when he responded. 22. Younger than anyone she’s looking to date, but she’s not looking to date him. Not at all. A little fun though? That never hurt two, grown, consenting adults. Her husband, Patrick, is barely home and even when he is, barely anything happens. He claims it’s stress, she’s not sure if it’s actually true, but he has… certain troubles. He’s always happy to please in other ways, but Tori… Tori isn’t satisfied. She’s missing something that she’s sure the 5’10 man with light caramel skin with a back full of tattoos can provide. His eyes dart in her direction again for a brief second before he refocuses on skimming debris from the rippling water’s surface. She knew exactly what she was doing with the two piece swimsuit that leaves very little to the imagination. It’s mustard yellow in colour and complements her brown skin perfectly.

“Need something to drink, Xavi? It’s scorching today.” She calls out to him sweetly. Even from her place a few feet away she can see his adam’s apple bob. Xavi gives a shy nod.

“Come. Let’s get out of the heat for a minute.”

Tori pretends not to see the way he fumbles with the skimmer net to follow her inside. The cool blast of air from the a.c going inside the house makes her hum in contentment. The heat outside feels borderline offensive now that she’s enveloped by cool air again. Xavi enters just behind, sliding the door shut behind him. Tori laughs at his little sigh while he pats at the sweat beading along his forehead.

“So much better, huh?”

“You have no idea.” He smiles shyly. He takes his time observing the space in barely concealed awe. She gets it; the mansion is grand with a lot of modern finishes. It screams money.

“What are you in the mood for? Water? Juice? I have lemonade, cranberry and pineapple juice.”

Tori turns just in time to catch him gawking at her shapely behind. He’s light enough for his cheeks to tinge pink in embarrassment from being caught.

“Water. Just water is fine.”

He takes greedy gulps from the cold bottle Tori hands him.

“I like your hair, it suits you.” Her voice cuts through the air thick with tension. The kind of tension that’s filled with promises. Anticipation. Yes, anticipation for what’s finally about to happen. She’s sure he knows it just as much as she does. It would explain his skittish yet bold glances. It would explain the slight bulge visible in his shorts.

“Oh. Thank you. My cousin does it for me.” He folds his lips like he didn’t mean to say the words out loud. Cute.

“Well, your cousin is really good at cornrows.”

He shrugs in a way that suggests he doesn’t know how to respond.

“Is this your only job?”

It takes him a second to speak. “Well, I just completed my final year of uni. This is my uncle’s company and I just needed a job for the summer.”

With a hum, Tori reaches to wipe away the water droplets from his neat, little goatee. His eyes flutter half-mast under her attention.

“You smell so good. You always do.” He murmurs just before loosely grasping her wrist to press against his nose.

Tori’s belly quivers watching him take deep inhales of her moisturized skin.

“Like vanilla and rose water. Do you smell like that everywhere?”

His eyes flutter open to gaze at her intently.

“Do you want to find out?”

She expects him to cower under her challenging stare; instead, he holds eye contact and nods confidently.

“Words, pretty boy.”

“Yes. I want to find out.”

The way he kisses catches her by surprise. Tori expected him to be a bit clumsy, but he claims her mouth confidently. A helpless moan tumbles from her mouth as his tongue slithers its way inside. His hands cup her ass in a firm squeeze, pulling her further into his body.

Ripping away from his hungry mouth, she speaks; “Fuck, baby. Upstairs.” She begs breathlessly.

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Tori’s toes curl tighter with each delicious lap of his tongue against where she’s warm and dripping. Her grip on the sheets tightens, whines and whimpers tumbling from her mouth in a way that should be embarrassing. But she’s too high on ecstasy to care. He insisted on having her on all fours, something about wanting to admire the view of her from behind. The position allows her to feel his nose teasing her ass every time he licks his way up to dip his tongue inside her pussy. He made good on his promise to smell and taste every inch of her skin. He had her riled before he even put his mouth on her mound. Tori realized she seriously underestimated him because of his shy demeanor; Xavi is treating her body like he has a manual for it. He knows exactly where to put his mouth, he knows the right amount of pressure to apply; Tori isn’t surprised she’s already teetering on the edge of an orgasm that’ll probably steal the breath from her lungs.

“Feels so good, baby. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Her hips move on their own accord, pushing back against his eager mouth.

Tori jolts in surprise when he plunges two fingers into her sopping pussy. She arches deeper when his mouth moves to close gently around her swollen nub. He suckles. She screams. She can hear the audible squelch of his fingers fucking into her body frantically. Her body tenses from her neck to her toes as her moans turn to staccato little screams. Just when Tori thinks it can’t possibly feel any better, he fits another two fingers inside. It’s not only the stretch that does it for her, but him wanting to test the limits of her body. The confidence. The knowing what she wants without her having to ask. Her muscles lock so tight she’s sure she’ll be sore when they’re done.

“Fuck. So goo- Hah!”

Tori comes with an ear piercing scream. She shakes through it, gibberish leaving her mouth in quick succession as she rocks against him. The pressure that has been building releases into something so pleasurable that stars dance in her vision. He releases her nub with a wet little pop but keeps his fingers deep inside: twisting, rubbing, almost digging into her. It feels so debauched and it’s exactly what she needed.

“So good. So good for me, baby.” Tori sobs little praises while she rides her high. He keens just behind, pressing his erection against her thigh.

“T- Tori. May I… please?” He sounds so desperate as he humps her thigh.

“Uh huh. Condom?” Tori twists to watch him fumble into the pocket of his shorts.

Any other time she’d tease him for carrying a condom around hoping that this would happen. He slowly pulls his fingers from her body; they both groan at the sound. Xavi strips away his clothes like they’re swarming with insects. He’s meticulous about the way he slides the condom over his length. And maybe Tori is gaping in surprise at how well endowed he is. She vows to never underestimate shy people again.

“Where do you want me, baby?” She asks coyly, licking her lips in anticipation.

“Turn around? Want to see your face.”

Tori scrambles to lie on her back, spreading her legs and presenting herself to him in all her glory. He shuffles on his knees between her body to quickly tease at her clit with his dick. She jerks at the contact, whimpering softly in encouragement. Tori watches in rapt attention as he dips the tip of his length just inside then pulls out. To tease. To rile them both up. Her essence clings to him every time he pulls out. His eyes never stray from between her legs; he looks starved, even with the bottom of his face still glistening with her juices.

“Fuck, baby, don’t tease.” Tori gives a tortured moan.

Xavi whines then he slowly presses his length to her opening. Her body gives easily, as soaked as she is. They both moan in tandem at the stretch. When he’s seated all the way inside, he drops his head to inhale greedy, shuddering breaths.

“So good. You feel so good stretching me out.”

Her words seem to set something off in him; his entire body quakes and his hips immediately kick into action. He snaps his hips forward, fucking into her body like he’s punishing her. Both his hands grip her hips tightly while he drives into her body. His face is contorted as if he’s in agony, eyes swinging wildly between her pleasure slackened face and between their bodies where they’re joined.

“Fuck, a little to the left?” She begs through her moans.

He quickly obliges, angling his hips where she instructed. She rewards him with a wanton moan as his length kisses that spongier little spot inside her body.

“Can’t believe I finally get to-” he chokes, feeling her clench tightly around him. The rhythmic spasming of her soft, warm walls multiply as she nears her peak for the second time.

“You’re gonna make me come again.”

It spurs him on. His breaths leave his open mouth in harsh, quick pants as he fucks into her faster. Deeper. Harder.

“Feels too good, Tori. C-can’t hold it.” His moans increase in pitch.

His desperation sends her over the edge. She locks her legs around his hips as her own undulates wildly against him. She wets everything between while she grunts and squeals. His movements grow sloppy, groans falling from his mouth desperately as he empties himself in the condom. Xavi collapses into her body as they both twitch and moan, riding out their highs. Tori hasn’t felt this good in years, hell, maybe not ever. She has had good sex before her marriage, but never this satisfying. She has never felt so sated. His breathing is still ragged against her chest. Tori scratches at his back and between his cornrows gently. It takes a few minutes for their breathing to mellow out, their heartbeats syncing into a gentle rhythm while they bask in the afterglow from their mind blowing sex.

“Tori?” His voice is muffled by her neck.

“Hm?”

“I didn’t get to finish cleaning today. Should I come back tomorrow?”