pairing: pau cubarsi x reader
summary: in which pau's teammates catch you making out leading to a lot of teasing
a/n: loved writing this sm heehee <33
you pull into the empty lot near the training ground, engine humming softly, and see pau walking toward your car, bag slung casually over one shoulder. his curls bounce with every step, sunlight catching strands just so, and you grin like a fool.
he slides into the passenger seat with that half-smile you love, settling in, eyes soft, warm. you don’t even say hi. instead, you lean across the center console, pressing your lips to his.
he meets you halfway instantly, lips soft but insistent, hands sliding along your sides, pulling you closer. the world outside the car disappears.
your lips move together in a rhythm that’s playful but urgent, hands tangling in the curls at the nape of his neck. he tilts his head, lips parting slightly, teasing little nips against yours that make you shiver.
he presses fully against you, confident, steady, hands roaming over your back and sides. you lean into him, fingers tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the warmth of his chest against yours. small sighs escape both of you, the car humming around you like it’s its own private world.
he’s not shy at all. every touch, every kiss is sure and heated, like he’s claiming every inch of closeness you let him. the curl of his fingers through your hair, the soft pressure of his lips on yours, the little teasing nips that make your heart skip—they all feel effortless, natural, perfect.
you finally pull back slightly, foreheads pressed together, breath hitching. he grins at you—confident, playful, fully himself—before leaning in for another deep, lingering kiss.
you pull back, blinking. outside the window are pablo, lamine, and marc, smirking like they just walked into a private concert.
“ohhhhhh, well,” pablo drawls, tapping the glass, “didn’t know we were getting front-row seats.”
lamine laughs, arms crossed. “in the middle of the parking lot? wow. bold. bold move.”
marc grins. “and here i thought my life couldn’t get any more interesting.”
pau freezes, suddenly very aware of the open space outside, cheeks flaming. he buries his face in your shoulder, muttering, voice low: “oh no…”
you laugh quietly, running a hand through his curls. he was all confident five seconds ago, and now… adorable, flustered, hiding from their smirks.
“we’re just appreciating the art,” lamine teases, leaning closer, grin wide. “the art of, you know… making out in a small car. right in the parking lot.”
“yeah,” marc adds, smirking. “bold strokes, very… expressive.”
pablo points at you two, mock-serious. “honestly, don’t stop. it’s, uh… educational. we’re learning things here.”
pau mutters something in catalan, voice muffled, cheeks deep red. his confidence has completely melted under their teasing, and you giggle, brushing your fingers through his curls.
“ignore it baby,” you whisper, leaning close.
he peeks at you shyly, lips twitching, heat rising to his ears. “yeah… yeah, totally,” he admits softly, flustered, contrasting wildly with how bold he was just moments ago.
“we’re never letting you live this down,” lamine says, still smirking.
“not a chance,” marc adds.
pablo taps the window once more. “we’ll be discussing your techniques in the locker room later. very instructive stuff.”
you shake your head, laughing into pau’s shoulder. he buries his face further into you, embarrassed but holding your hand, warmth radiating between you. even with the teasing, it feels perfect, chaotic, and intimate.
“okay, maybe we should move,” you murmur, still laughing. “before they start taking notes.”
pau groans, peeking at the trio one last time. “i just… i wasn’t ready for an audience,” he mutters, voice a mix of sheepish and shy.
“you were plenty ready five seconds ago,” you whisper against his ear, pressing a soft kiss there. he shivers, cheeks still pink, but you can’t help smiling at the way he melts into your touch.
finally, they roll their eyes, waving vaguely, and walk away, still chuckling. you watch them go, then look back at pau, who’s hugging your hand like it’s a lifeline, still flushed and flustered.
“see?” you tease softly, brushing a curl off his forehead. “they love it. you’re famous.”
he groans again, hiding in your shoulder, but you can feel him smiling, shy and warm. “famous for being embarrassed,” he mutters.
“worth it,” you whisper, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his jaw.
and for a moment, just the two of you in the car, warmth, laughter, and quiet closeness filling the space, it’s perfect—soft, messy, chaotic, and completely yours.
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