#hope all my pablo anons are happy fr

[pedriscroquettes]

I know your requests are currently closed but would it be possible to get a Pablo Torre birthday sex with his birthday being in just over a week? 💜

spin the bottle – pablo torre

summary: your relationship with your brothers teammate takes a turn during his birthday party.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, and a very derailed alejandro lol.

listened to zorra by bad gyal.

a/n: it’s no longer pablo’s birthday but just pretend it is.

the small yet luxurious apartment got warmer every second. your brother, pedri, apparently knew half of the city and had invited all of them to the surprise birthday party alejandro had planned. you had yet to see the birthday boy and hoped you wouldn’t run into him because of the complicated feelings he induced in you. he always came over to hang out with the rest of the barça youngsters in your shared apartment with both your brothers and he somehow always managed to fluster you but annoy you at the same time.

you quickly downed the punch in your hand trying to think about anything else. a party was supposed to make you have fun and if you just wondered about a boy the whole time you wouldn’t enjoy it. you also can’t help but shake your head at the fourth quevedo song in a row instantly recognizing that pedri had taken over with his playlist. you’re too busy trying to guess which one of the canarian’s songs is blasting through the speakers that you don’t notice the figure walking towards you.

“ey! chiquita! vamos a jugar botella, queréis jugar con nosotros?” balde shows off the huge bottle in his hand. (hey! little girl! we’re gonna play spin the bottle, wanna play with us?)

“we’re only one year apart alejandro stop calling me that.” you look down at the bottle debating on what to say next. “who’s playing? depending on who’s playing i’m in.”

“just because our age gap is small doesn’t change the fact that you’re younger so your nickname will stay.” he defends the awful nickname he gave you when pedri introduced you. “let’s see gavi’s playing, the two girls he’s talking to, pablo is playi-”

“okay i’m in.” you blurt out.

“no shame in your game i see.” he teases you knowing that pablo and you don’t necessarily see each other eye to eye with some things.

“shut up, i just wanna see him flustered. if i get him i get to humiliate him.” you reason.

the circle of people was quite big and you were quite surprised to see the plethora of players who had agreed to play. more than half of them were from the second team and you quickly realized that alejandro had used you as a pawn. the only girls involved were you, some of the girls the guys were talking to, and random girls you were sure he had just met.

“okay everybody pay attention so everyone knows how spin the bottle works, hopefully. since i’m in charge i’m going to change things up. whoever you land on you have to go inside of the guest room for seven minutes. if you have-”

“so seven minutes in heaven basically?” estanis interrupts him.

“congratulations estanis you’ve figured out the game.” the room erupted into laughs. “there will be two rounds because we can’t have siblings in the same round and also so everyone can get a chance.”

you instantly look around the room noticing your brother missing meaning he’d be playing in the next round. for once you considered alejandro smart as it would be humiliating if you had ended up landing on your own brother.

“pablo the birthday boy.” alejandro pauses at the suddenly claps and chants for the now twenty year old before proceeding. “you get to go first.”

you barely notice the way your hands fist at the fact that he gets to spin first. although your worry quickly washes away because the chance that he would land on you first try we’re slim. you almost curse at the sweet time he’s taking on spinning the bottle. cheers and chants once again filled the room and you quickly looked away not wanting to see the bottle slow down but quickly look back once you realize the cheering has diminished.

“guess it’s your lucky day.” pablo smirks.

“more like the worst day of my life.” you murmur trying to keep it to yourself but you realized you’ve failed when the people next to you laugh.

you quickly stand up wanting to get the seven minutes over with already. you’re almost halfway across the room when you realized pablo hasn’t moved an inch. you almost scoff at the way he didn’t get the memo.

“well? are you coming or not?” you raise your voice making sure he hears you loud and clear.

“oh. oh! yes. my bad.” he quickly follows your steps.

“looks like the birthday boy has been wiped off his feet.” alejandro jokes and the laughter the follows slowly fades out the closer you get to the guest room.

as soon as pablo and you are inside you close the door and lock it knowing one of the guys or more will be waiting outside trying to listen in.

“happy birthday.” you look around the room realizing that pablo also used it to store all his old stuff. his pictures from childhood almost make you proud.

“thank you.” he replies and soon the room is filled with nothing but silence.

“are y’all going to kiss or what? there’s only six minutes left! don’t be pussy’s.” alejandro yells from the other side of the door.

“should i? or do you want t-” you don’t let him finish as your lips are on his before he can blink.

he stays still for a couple of seconds before he takes control of the situation and before you know it you’re straddling him. you can’t help but be mesmerized at the way he treats your body gently and with a lot of care. you’re almost out of breathe so you pull apart and smirk at the way he instantly whines at the loss of contact. the brunette tries to lean in for another kiss but you quickly lean away, teasing him.

“pretty sure we’ve already completed the game. don’t see the need for anymore kisses.” you flash your proud smile at him.

“so you’re really going to tease me on my special day?” he whines.

“pablo you literally got me a pack of gum and a twenty five dollar gift card for my birthday and you want me to complete your sexual fantasies? okay.” you argue.

“well i couldn’t just fuck you out of the blue could i? especially since you hated me although doesn’t seem like you hate me now.” he smirked.

“oh i still hate you you’re just actually attractive this year.” you reply back.

“i’m attractive?” pablo takes you by surprise as he bucks his hips up into you.

“joder, pablo.” you can’t help but moan at the sudden friction against your core. (fuck, pablo.)

“you’ve got to be quiet bonita. you don’t want alejandro hearing you and telling your brother do you?” he teases you as his movements accelerate. (beautiful)

“fuck you.” you mutter.

“oh, i really hope you do.” he mocks you.

your mind is so hazy you don’t realize how close you’ve placed your hands to his zipper nor the way his hands creep up your legs. the mini dress you decided to wear managed to give him easy access to your core. it’s not until his fingers are dangerously close to your entrance that you decide to kiss him back as if to say that you wanted this. you didn’t waste any time placing your hand over his and guiding two of his digits inside of you.

as you moan at the sudden intrusion pablo can’t help but stare at you in awe. the way your body moves against his fingers lock him in a trance. you’re currently the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. he loves the way you clench around his fingers and the breathy moans you release while you beg him for more. he also admires the whine you let out as soon as he stops his movements.

“joder, porque paraste?” you dig your fingers into his shoulders in reaction to the loss of pleasure. (fuck, why’d you stop?)

“porque por mucho que me gustaría verte correrte sobre mis dedos, prefiero que lo hagas sobre mi polla.” he simply states as he moves your panties to the side. (because as much as i’d like to see you cum all over my fingers, i’d rather you do it all over my dick.)

you don’t waste a single second helping him out of his pants. he wants to tease you for how eager you are but decides against it as he doesn’t want to risk you leaving. he’s once again in a trance by the way you spit into your hand with such ease and make your way to his shaft. the groans he lets out as you combine your spit with his precum is enough to send you into overdrive. the seven minutes are long forgotten and all you want now is to feel him inside of you.

he seems to think the same as he quickly aligns himself to your entrance. he practically moans at the sight. seeing you desperate for him turns him on in ways he can’t even describe. he almost cums as soon as you place your hand on his shaft to guide him inside of you. although his maximum ecstasy is reached once he’s filled you up to the hilt. he stays still for a second allowing you to get used to his size.

as soon as he notices that you’re all adjusted he gently grabs your hips bring them up before bringing them back down. soon enough you’re bouncing on his cock with him guiding you. the pleasure immediately consumes you, it’s so heavy that your curses soon become gibberish. his hand in your hair also doesn’t help and soon you bury your head in his neck practically begging him to speed up.

“have i fucked you stupid?” he teases and you can practically imagine the smirk he has plastered on his face.

“i just don’t wanna give you the satisfaction of mo- oh” he slams harder into you on purpose. “moaning your name.”

“i think just being inside you satisfies me.” he replies.

“just shut up and fuck me.” you’re frustrated.

and so he does. he changes his angle to reach you in places you didn’t know where possible. soon you’re both moaning messes and his thrusts get rougher. the way you clench him so tightly is enough to motivate him to give you a mind blowing orgasm. he brings two of his fingers to your mouth before pausing.

“suck.” he demands.

you don’t know why you open up your mouth so easily maybe it’s because you know he’ll stop again if you don’t do what he says. he fills your mouth with his fingers and you suck. you make sure to coat them with your spit and the brunette swears that he almost cums at the angelic sight. as soon as he think it’s enough he drags his fingers to your core and immediately starts circling your clit.

“fuck pablo i’m gonna cum.” is all you can muster at the increase of pleasure he’s giving you.

“cum for me then.”

and you do. you coat his dick with your juices as you reach your high and you could’ve sworn you’d seen stars. but you wouldn’t tell him you’d already boosted his ego enough. it doesn’t take long for him to reach his high right after. he quickly pulls out, the fear of becoming a young dad consuming him, before releasing on your leg. both of your sweaty foreheads seem to find one another and for a couple of minutes you’re just staring into his brown eyes.

you leave that night telling him that it won’t happen again that you can’t risk it. but it’s all a lie because it happens again the next week and the week after that and soon enough he’s on his knees for your birthday. he has managed to consume your every thought and you his. you don’t even question yourself wearing his jersey to games or the way you instantly get on your knees when he expresses that he’s frustrated. pablo torre has taken over your life and you don’t mind one bit.