#Gavi's boots are so fire I love them

[ikram1909]

My Gavi and Eric ❤️❤️

[strawberryblue-blog]

Love hate. Part 2 —Pablo Gavi

warning: yes. +18. a little of smut, enemy to lovers.

words: +3k.

part 1: Love hate

#SEXYNOTE: English is not my first language i apologize for the mistakes.

His hands let go of your cheeks to roam over your shoulders, caressing them with his touch. His lips kept biting yours, enveloping them, sucking them. You were speechless, thoughtless.

You were just there, letting yourself be touched and kissed by the idiot who made you the angriest. But he kissed like the gods. His lips were soft, delicious and intoxicating.

For a moment you forgot everything around you, even that you had to go to Ferran's house. You didn't even have time to think about the embarrassment or how angry it made you feel to be right here, kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

Your hands squeezed his muscular back, his hands made room on your ass, circling it and squeezing it gently, making you gasp between his lips. Your dress was probably wrinkling but you didn't care at all. His words kept coming back over and over in your head but you didn't want to stop kissing him.

The steps to the sofa were very short. In fact they were so close that it was enough for him to grab you by the waist and sit you on it. This time you didn't mind his booted feet touching the couch either.

Gavi's gasps reached your ears as an electric current ran down your back. Pablo's fingers found place at your waist, pressing down to play with you. His lips parted in search of air.

Pablo looked at you with his arrogant eyes, smiling that haughty smile. And instead of feeling hatred for him, it turned you on.

"You're an idiot" you said running your hand over your mouth, as your senses came back to life.

"If I'm an idiot why do you want me to keep kissing you?" he teased.

"You kissed me!" you excused yourself hitting his chest.

"You didn't stop me" he said again licking his lip.

You didn't know if you were angry or horny with Gavi. But he wasn't lying, you wanted him to keep kissing you.

"Fuck you" you mumbled moving over to get off his lap. But Gavi was faster and held your waist tightly, stopping you.

The brush of your intimacies made you both gasp, turning to face each other again. His eyes were pure fire and yours shone like lanterns in the dark. It was a strange atmosphere.

One of his hands went around your face and pulled it closer until your lips brushed, but he didn't kiss you. He was teasing you, inviting you to take the initiative and you did. You pressed your lips against his again, letting yourself be carried away by that strange feeling of control and pleasure. You wanted to kiss him, he wanted to kiss you.

The tension of the situation had driven them crazy, because there was no other explanation for you letting yourself fall for Gavi. Not the way you were kissing, enjoying and feeling.

"Now do you hate me?" he asked as his lips moved to your neck. His hands were making room on your ass again, helping you move over his bulge.

"Too much" you affirmed panting. Your movements were harder and more frantic, Gavi was guiding you, caressing your skin through your dress.

"It doesn't look like it" he murmured giving you a nibble.

You hated that teasing tone with which his words came out of his mouth. You hated that his smile was untouched as he made you feel wonderful. You hated that his lips touched your skin. He had control over you and you hated that he was the one in control.

But you couldn't stop yourself.

His lips attacked your shoulders again, while his hands kept squeezing your ass to make your movements faster. You were immersed in pleasure. A sound made you stop, catching the ringtone of your phone. Gavi grunted as he sensed you stopped and when you reached to take it, he grabbed your hand.

"Pick up" he indicated. You looked at the sender and read your friend's name.

"H-hello Ferran" you swallowed as Pablo's lips kissed your jaw and neck.

"Where are you?" you heard from the other line. "The storm is over, you should have been here a while ago" he said again. You could hear the party behind his words.

You wanted to respond but had to swallow a groan as one of his hands squeezed one of your breasts.

"Going out there" you replied simply. "We'll get there as q-quickly as possible" You didn't let him say anything else and cut him off.

Pablo Gavi's smile was huge when you looked at him. He was a fucking idiot. You hated him.

"You heard, we have to go" his hands grabbed your waist lifting you up to run you off his lap. "This doesn't mean anything" he said getting up to walk towards your bathroom.

Shit. You sighed in disbelief. Your mind was somewhere else. You arranged your black dress and combed your hair, grabbing your purse.

How were you supposed to go to Ferran's house like it was nothing? You were horny and he was clearly horny too. Damn it! You wanted to scream. But you weren't going to give him the pleasure of breaking you down.

If Gavi said this meant nothing.

Then it didn't mean nothing.

yeah, i was kind of inspired 😚 don't judge me, i'm on my break.

thanks for your support, let me know what you think of the imagines 🩵

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Fragments ch.2

I held on for dear life as this nameless woman sped through alley ways, gradually going higher and higher until we were up in the sky with the other cars.

Moving too fast, and with so many colors it was hard to focus on anything, like I was stuck inside a kaleidoscope and had no hope of escaping. Being led to wherever she wanted to take me.

But who is she? And how did she know I was lost? There are too many questions, and the more I ask, the less any of this makes sense.

“Where…am…I?” I asked yet again.

“New Zen. Jewel of the Republic!” The woman said back to me as her bike went even faster, her bright blue leading road directing her through traffic.

“New…Zen? Republic?” I stammered out unable to seemingly put full sentences together.

“Yeah! But hang on! Here’s our stop!” She yelled as the bike suddenly dipped.

Squeezing her body as wind slammed into me, knocking the air out, the bike continued to decline quickly until we were on the ground level in front of one of the same shabby looking buildings. Why is everything so close together?

Hopping off, her helmet detracted itself before looking at me. “Well? Get off!”

Nodding, I slowly got off before the bike pixelated and collapsed into small cube before flying directly into her gloved hand.

“H-how-”

Rolling her eyes, she turned to the building. “Dont hurt yourself, come on.” Following her inside, she smacked the back of my helmet detracting it as she gripped my arm. “Keep your head down.” She whispered.

Inside, a whole different world was before me. People- at least two hundred strong- filled the open concrete rooms talking in their strange language, drinking and listening to wordless loud electronic music vibrating my bones with every beat. This must be some type of bar but..so different. Light floated around the ceilings with holograms depicting some type of arena fight where two people were battling as some of the people cheered and high fived eachother.

“This way…” she said hurriedly as we ducked to a elevator shaft- I assume- it looked nothing like a elevator. Just a tube with a white panel on the bottom of it.

Stepping in, the woman opened her palm to show a blank screen with a single square on it. And right before we began to move, another woman- this one paler with half bright neon green hair and half black- leaned up against the tube and smiled a bright white smile at us. She looked tired, and also for some reason dangerous, as she stood in a spiked jacket and tight smooth pants.

“Tolo a canda Astra?”

Rolling her eyes, the woman, motioned to me. “Upe, sé..holomagus.”

The scary woman flicked her gold eyes on me and struted up close. My hands began to burn as she inched closer.

Sliding her finger around my face, she smiled. “Holomagus? Eferi des tek de dundum? Eferi?”

Shrugging, the woman held her hand up to the tube where green lasers scanned the square as the second woman smiled at me again and stepped off the tube and waved at her.

“Who..was that?” I asked.

“Ah, we’re learning words aren’t we?” She quipped back as she leaned on the back of the tube. “That was the owner of this shite hole. And a friend. Name’s Ulta. She won’t bother us.”

The tube closed as a wash of gold light bathed over us and in a blink of a eye we were standing in a open room with windows surrouding all sides of it, tables full of- what looked like computers, more strange weapons and thousands of parts took up every table as the tube door opened and she walked out.

“Astra?” I asked.

“Yes?”

“Your name…Astra?”

“That’s why I answered to it.” She huffed as I stepped off the weird device and followed her. “Pix! Vistors!” She yelled in her strange language as multiple crashes and angry yelling came filtering out as Astra looked at me and smiled. “You’re gonna love Pix!”

Coming out from a side room with a futuristic blow torch, bright rose colored hair and matching eyes with a tiny dog following him, this tall slim man no older than I frowned at Astra then at me and flinched.

“Astra? Yermis sabiden tolo?” He shrieked as I stood beside her.

“What’s he saying?” I asked.

“He’s asking why I brought you here.”

“O colo se de!!! Astra! Republica wes se gavi se de.. de.. te?” He shrieked again as he set the blow torch down and pulled out a tiny circled device no bigger than my finger.

And came for me with it.

“No! No more!!” I screamed as the crystal blades shot out of my arms stopping him in his tracks.

Wide eyed, he looked at Astra who was un impressed while she kneeled and pet the tiny german Shepard.

Frowning, he looked at me. “Y-y-you. C…come.” He said in his broken attempt at english.

“No. I’ll kill you where you stand-” I warned as a pulse ripped through my head making the room spin and grey.

Dropping to my knees, the blades detracted as I collapsed over as the room went black.

—————————————————–

“Darius…Darius… wake up…”

Snapping my eyes open, I swung my blade and attempted to fire. But I had no gun, but that begged to question why would that be my first instinct? Sitting up, I was in a rather filthy bed that was covered in grey sheets, glowing cubes, and that dog from earlier. Sitting on my legs staring quizzically at me.

“Shoo…” I groaned now having a full headache as I threw my legs off the bed only to find I was wearing skin tight grey pants, boots with tiny neon green lights on the soles, a jacket that wasn’t mine. “What…”

“You’re the smart one Pix! Help me out here!”

“No! I’m tired of you breaking into military compounds and bringing home shite like this! That-thing back there just shot blades out of his arms! That’s not science! That’s a movie!” Pix yelled.

But I could understand him? How? Standing up, the dog hopped off the bed with me and trotted alongside me into their open room where the two were bickering. That’s when I saw that Pix had his dog by his feet, so this one-who I just now seeing has a bandana tied around its neck- isn’t the same dog.

Looking back at me,Pix threw up his hands. “Great now he’s awake!”

“I can understand you!” I said back.

Narrowing his eyes, he marched right up to me. “What are you? Some type of alien? Huh?”

“Uh…human?” I asked.

Laughing, he turned to Astra. “You ever see a human that looks like this?” He asked.

“Like…what?” I asked just now realizing my head isn’t as fogged and I’m speaking now.

“This!” He huffed as he marched to one of his cluttered tables, pulled a small mirror, and held it up for me.

All I saw were my standard features. Brown eyes, dark hair, brown skin. I shouldn’t look that bizzare. Astra looks similar. Except she’s obviously Indian, I’m black and Hispanic.

“What do you mean?”

“This!” He raged, as he pointed to my eyes then poked at my skin. “Your eyes! They’re so…weird. Like dirt and your skin…what are you?”

“Black?”

“What?” He asked.

“Uh…I’m from…New York?” I said slowly now remembering part of my past.

But nothing came from the memory. Just the name. New York.

“New York huh? Well I’ve never heard of it-”

“It’s that one place that sells the All Mother statues!” Astra said.

Snapping, he looked back at her and nodded. “Yes!” He said before looking at me. “What are you?”

“What are you? Your eyes are pink!”

“So? My entire family has pink eyes! Now he’s questioning me!” He grumbled looking at her then back at me. “To answer your previous stupid questions, i implanted you a language transmitter behind your ear-don’t touch it!” He snapped as my fingers went to touch it. “If you do your brain will probably melt…and I also shot you with a stimulant. You were talking too slow.”

Looking at him, I shook my head and walked past towards the window. The city was seemingly endless, no green anywhere. Just metal and neon lights. In the distance the buildings looked shinier, newer. We must live in some type of hood, or project. But this isn’t what I’m used to. I don’t know any of this, this strange world.

“W…what is this place?”

“Already told you, New Zen-”

“No! Where is this place?” I yelled. “I don’t know any of this! This all looks so different! Cities don’t look like this! The iPhone X was the most advanced thing most people had! This- this is-”

“Hold on.” Pix said shutting me up. Approaching me slowly, he opened his palm screen and opened a app-good thing they still have those- to a history book. Pages flipped back until a chapter read: the first race, was in bold where they had rather racist depictions of not only people of color, but white people too. All of them dressing up as their stereotypes. Looking up, Pix stared wide eyed at me. “What are you?”

“I keep telling you! I’m a human like you! You guys are the weird looking ones! What Indian has grey eyes or mixed person has pink eyes?”

“He was born with pink eyes, they’re the tenth most popular color of eyes in 4025. And what’s a Indian?” Astra asked.

My world tilting, the room suddenly spinning at what she said. 4025? As in the year? No, that’s impossible. I couldn’t have missed out on-2000 years and still be here? How would- why would I ever need to be frozen that long?

“4025? The…year?” I gasped.

“Uh, yeah?”

“No…no no no that’s not right! I was born in 95!”

“Mother…you look old as shit to be born in 3995, don’t you soak?” Pix asked.

“No!!! 1995! The year 1995!” I yelled.

Both of them looking at eachother, Pix looked back at me and shook his head. “Impossible. Obviously, you’re just fucked up or something-”

“No! I’m not. I’m being serious! I look just like your racist pictures! I have no idea how any of this shit works or know your language! I’m. Not. From. Here. In this time.” I huffed feeling my hands warm.

“Prove it.” Astra said. “Who started the Five Hundred Year War that nearly wiped out the first race?”

“What?” I gasped.

Shaking her head, she came up to me. “Alejandro Harvest. The anti Christ. Or what they called him.”

“The-anti Christ? The-”

“Well he’s called the Cthulhu,some sea monster-”

“A monster who was a symbol for the end times.” I breathed my chest feeling heavy.

“Sure, doesn’t matter. They killed him. The first? But since you didn’t even know-”

“I’m telling the truth! I’m-”

A loud explosion ripping through the building nearly knocked me off my feet as a cloud of ash rose up from across town as a person bolted up into the clouds so fast I thought it was a ship or something as another person flew up after it.

“What… in the Underworld is up with today?” Pix huffed before frowning at me. “This is you related.”