This was requested by gabbyA
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(Sorry this isn't smut, I'm not comfortable writing it)
I walked through the doors of the Camp Nou. Today is my first day of working with the medical team of FC Barcelona. To say that I was ecstatic was an understatement. I am working for one of my favorite football teams, which is a dream come true.
One of the staff members was showing me around. She showed me literally everything. The locker rooms, the fitness rooms, the pitch, etc etc. she finally showed me where I would be working. It was a fairly large room with a few hospital beds and a desk. She left me in the room alone. And if there were any players that needed medical assistance, I had to deal with them.
I zoned out and started to ponder of who I would meet. Would I meet the legendary Lionel Messi? Or the five star skiller, Neymar? Maybe I'll even meet Gerard Pique, or Sergi Roberto. Or even Marc Bartra.
Bartra is on of my favorite players of the team. Ugh, he's so good looking and he's really good with the ball. Maybe I'll meet him. But don't keep your hopes up its only the first day.
I was snapped out if my thoughts when I heard a faint knocking come from the door that was slightly ajar.
"Come in!" I said cheerfully. Out of all the people I would've thought would come in, Marc Bartra steps into the room along with the staff member that showed me around today.
"He claims his thigh hurts," the staff member told me, "take good care if him." And with that, she left, leaving me and Marc alone in the room.
"To be honest, my thigh doesn't hurt, I just wanted to see your pretty face again." Marc confessed. I was in awe, well, on the inside. Blush crept onto my face. Marc Bartra thinks I'm pretty? I would've fainted just then.
"You're funny!" you said to him sarcastically.
"No, I'm serious." He told me, his voice was stern and his eyes were filled with lust, "You're jaw dropping beautiful." He confessed.
With every second, he was inching towards me, until we were centimeters apart. I couldn't take it anymore and I smashed my lips against his.
He draped his arms around my waist as I wrapped my arms around my neck.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and he placed me on one of the beds.
We pulled away when we heard someone knock on the door at the far end of the room.
"Come in!" I called to the stranger.
"Marc, did (y/n) make your thigh better?"
"She definitely made me feel better." He said with a cocky smirk.
