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you're jealous? - pablo gavi

p. gavi x female!reader | fluff | established relationship | wc: 1.659 | warnings: none

"get out, pedri."

you hear your boyfriend's laughter echoing from the driver's seat, pedri looks at you with a frown, but opens the front door and finally gets out. he stares at you and rolls his eyes, but even though he's annoyed that you kicked him out of the front seat next to gavi, he kisses you cheek affectionately.

"i got here first, you know?" he complains.

you shrug, return the kiss on his cheek and get into the seat he was sitting in before, careful not to wrinkle your loose dress. it took you a while to find the right outfit and you were still a little unsure about the event. gavi is dressed in a black suit, similar to pedri's, his hair messy, exuding the perfume you know so well.

"would you throw anyone out or is it just because it's pedri?" your boyfriend asks.

you put on your seatbelt and lean in close enough to steal a kiss from his lips.

"it's just because it's pedri," you reply, mocking.

pedri protests behind you and nips you right in the ear. you glare at him, but turn to your boyfriend in the driver's seat. when he starts the car again, you grimace and turn to pedri.

"his he driving better than last time?"

pedri laughs.

"what was the last time?"

"oh, you know," you moisten your lips and move a shoulder. "when he almost ran over that fan at the entrance to the stadium?"

"that was two days ago, y/n," pedri says with a laugh.

"so the answer is no?" you whine.

"hey!" your boyfriend protests, leaving one hand on the wheel, his attention on the road and using his free hand to squeeze your thigh. "i'm listening, you know?"

you smile and squeeze his hand on your thigh, while he returns concentrating on driving and the three of you start chatting about random things — it distracts you from the nervousness of attending the event. it wasn't anything too important, just a social thing to promote a new documentary the team has been making for the launch and all the players, their respective girlfriends and family members would be there, as well as the media outside.

nobody apart from the team and the people closest to you knew that you were gavi's girlfriend. media exposure has always been a fear, mainly because gavi has a lot of young fans and the risk of receiving hate was huge enough for you to have agreed not to make the relationship public yet, coupled with the fact that gavi likes to keep his personal life private, despite his fame.

you were friends before everything. people still think so, although there are rumors. after gavi's injury, the two of you became even closer and ended up confessing your feelings to each and two weeks later, he asked you to be his girlfriend.

he parks the car and three of you get out, while he hands the key to the valet. as soon as you get in, there's a carpet that imitates a red entrance and you walk past it, quickly posing for photos and the entering the venue.

"i'm going to find the guys," pedri announces. "i'm not really into third wheeling."

gavi laughs, but you roll your eyes and watch the midfielder walk away to join the boys from the team. it's a nice atmosphere, there's soft music playing and lots of familiar people, but you feel tense. gavi notices and moves closer, placing his hand lightly on the base of your waist and you immediately feel your muscles relax. it's amazing how he had a calming effect on you.