Football Imagines

Damn, I Love You -Kepa Arrizabalaga

Kepa Arrizabalaga blurb

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend is a blessing.

Kepa waves to the fans in the stadium -clapping along with them in pure joy, as he reaches the dugout to get his things before going to the tunnel. He has done a brilliant job on keeping a clean sheet for the game tonight.

You can't help but stare at him; skin glistening from the sweat, messy hair from the rather harsh brushes of his hands earlier. You literally have to facepalm your face to stop the unholy thoughts from running around in your head.

You rise from your feet, trying to get his eyes on you as you wave your hand animatedly; chuckling as you see him squinting his eyes scanning through the crowd. He automatically grins widely when he spots you as he mouth tunnel and you return the same gesture with vigorous nods.

Still in a euphoric state, you feel your heart thumping wildly inside your chest as you dance down the stairs; moving past the crowd to the tunnel.

You give a quick hug to the other players and congratulate them all on winning the match. The tunnel is lively; everybody is in an ecstatic mood.

Suddenly, you feel familiar grips sneaking around your waist, and before you can turn around, your body is lifted from the ground. So full of excitement, a barrel of giggles fly from your lips as you're being spun around; you feel like in another dimension.

As you land on the ground and turn around slowly, you feel the hands are still on your body; steadying your frame as you stumble on your feet. You smile at the man in front of you as you take another minute to get over your dizziness.

His hands cup your cheeks with a firm grip, but not enough to hurt you. "Did you see my saves, princesa?"

Your belly flutters at the nickname. "I did! Abso-fuckin'-lutely fantastic!" You exclaim, kissing his face feverishly; anywhere but on the place you want the most. At this point, you don't give a single damn if people see your child-like enthusiasm.

His head tilts upwards as he roar delightedly.

"I'm so proud of you, you know?" You speak as you circle your arms around his much taller frame.

"I know, bebé,"

He's been starting to act like a boyfriend, but to be fair, you also have been starting to act like a girlfriend yourself. Both you and him have been harbouring the same feeling, but none of you act upon it.

While the both of you enjoy the flirting phase, his teammates and your friends have started to get irritated, waiting for either of you to get to the act. Kepa knows some of them have even made a bet on who will crack first, but honestly, he doesn't care at all.

He holds your hands, squeezing them slightly, "Be my girl," He said; more like demanding instead of asking, but once again, you don't care.

You tilt your head slightly as you feel your lips twitching, trying to get a look of his divine face from a different angle, "Thought I already am?"

"You are, but I wanna make it official. The world needs to know who the amazing woman behind the no. 1 goalie is." Smile still lingering on his face as he said those words.

Your laugh fills the room -and you're not the only one to do so, but they quickly die down from the busy and noisy environment. His thumb swipes across your bottom lip and linger there with a feathery touch, while you place your hand to the back of his ear, playing with the curls behind, "Claro que sí, papi!"

He goes feral -and immediately, his lips finding yours without hesitation, and those butterflies erupt from your stomach and spread throughout your whole body. And Kepa too, feels the electricity jolting through his bones as his lips touch yours for the first time, the one thing he's been dying to do for months.

As much as you enjoy the feeling of his lips, you decided to pull out before somebody can even complain about the PDA. He leans in for a light peck on the lips and then kisses your forehead; feeling beyond grateful for what has happened today.

You comply when he tugs your hand, guiding you off the tunnel to a more secluded place. Once reaching a door, he comes to a halt.

"Is this what I think it is?" You look up at him and ask sheepishly, to which he nods in response.

"To make up for the lost time, mi vida." He pulls you closer to his body as he shuts the door behind him and yearningly whispers, "Maldición, te amo."