A Bet That Changed Us ︱Pablo Gavi

11: Matchday distraction

Isabella's Pov

The exam was finally behind me. I had spent the entire day buried in my notes and then taking the test, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. The exam was to see if I was capable of being on pitch, helping the athletes during games. Despite the pressure of the day, the match was still very much on my mind. I was eager to see how the team performed against Real Sociedad and how Pablo played after the intense buildup of emotions I had experienced earlier.

As soon as I arrived home, I kicked off my shoes and slipped into a cozy jumper, taking off my jeans leaving me in panties, enjoying the comfort after a long day. I made my way to the living room, where I plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV to catch the game. Unfortunately, Matteo couldn't come home early and was still at his office so it was just me watching the game. The warm fabric of my jumper felt like a comforting embrace as I settled in to watch the match unfold.

The stadium's atmosphere was vibrant even through the screen, and the commentators' voices filled the room as they described the action. My eyes were glued to the screen, eager to see how the team was performing.

As the game progressed, I found myself fully engrossed in the match. The tension on the field, the strategic plays, and the incredible skill of the players were captivating. I cheered for the team, my excitement mounting with every pass, every shot on goal, and every strategic move.

Pablo's presence on the field was unmistakable. His movements were decisive, and he seemed to be everywhere at once, making tackles, and contributing to the team's efforts in a significant way. My earlier distraction seemed to melt away as I watched him in action, his dedication and skill making it clear why he was such an important part of the team.

I leaned forward, eyes focused on the screen, as Fermin and Lamine scored, giving Barcelona a significant lead against Real Sociedad. The cheers from the crowd and the thrill of the game added to the euphoria of the moment. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and admiration for the team, especially for Pablo, whose efforts were so integral to their success.

During halftime, I decided to check TikTok for a distraction. Scrolling through my feed, I found a edits featuring Pablo. In a particular video, Pablo on his knees lifting up his jersey wiping the sweat off his face, showing his defined abs and v line. As he continues to walk he spits on the floor leaving a line of spit coming from his lips. The images of Pablo, paired with the way he engaged with fans and celebrated goals, made my pulse quicken. I felt a growing heat, an undeniable physical reaction that was becoming difficult to ignore.

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Without fully realizing it, my fingers began to wander under my jumper. I touched my skin lightly, tracing over my abdomen.

My breath became uneven as I continued to touch myself, caught up in the intensity of the moment. The attraction I felt for Pablo were overwhelming. I tried to pull myself back to reality, but the physical response was too strong to dismiss. 

I viewed the video several times over. I was unable to stop. With a soft moan my hand moved to my torso and began to play with my nipples, circling around them. My fingers had reached the bottom of my underwear as I went on, and as I rewatched the video, I dipped my fingers into my underwear. I immediately felt bad because Pablo was one of my coworkers, but I continued. I continued to rub my clit with my fingertips. I entered one finger, and I closed my eyes, trying to recall the sensation of his body against mine as I gave him a hug. Soft moans came out of my lips as I came closer, my fingers moving more quickly. I feel myself coming slowly as I accelerate to my climax.

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 I just sat there in shock not knowing what I just did

After a few moments, I forced myself to close TikTok and set my phone aside. The guilt and confusion I felt were visible, and I knew I needed to regain my composure. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart and refocus on the match.