જ⁀➴ STAR — CROSSED ༘ ˚౨ৎ ⊹ .ᐟ
-ˏˋ ❝ chapter thirteen — FERRAN TORRES. ❞ ˎˊ˗
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jocelyn's point of view
pablo smiled, inching closer to my face while he placed a hand on the side of my face. his thumb caressing the side of my aflushed cheek while his remaining fingers rested on my jaw. both my arms hanged off his shoulder, fingers that dug into the layers of his grown out golden, bronze hair while our eyes begin to shut and our faces were mere centimetres away from eachother.
i missed it. i craved it. i longed for it.
the familiar feeling of his pillow-like lips — soft and tender, colliding against mine as his free hand drops from my hip to my ass, his fingers toying around with the hem of my trousers before pressing himself against me.
there was nothing i wanted but more. more of him, more of his taste. the breeze surrounding me felt colder, tensing me underneath his touch after my coat reaches the floor. his tongue only slips into my mouth without a fear, along with fingers that slid themselves underneath the fabric of my shirt. his digits carressed and clung onto my skin. his hold onto me still remains as it was, still trying his hardest to not hurt me in the slightest way.
noticing how i needed to take a breath, he allowed to me do so as soon as he got the warning and pulled away. taking in and releasing the most amount of air i could in the span of five seconds before our faces could reconnect and our lips could reach one another. his eyes were now a deeper shade of hazel. it was so much darker, i could see myself reflecting off his lenses.
a smirk appeared on his face, applying pressure onto my neck to deepen my closure against him for yet, another kiss. i couldn't help but slip out a faint hum while his eagerness only got more greedy, his hold on me toughens. i wanted to disintegrated under his warmth, like a fool.
my lips — now puffed up and claimed the shade of burnt saffron after he pulls away, retrieving the moment by a simplistic peck on the lips. he only shocks me further when he drops down, hands that carefully wrapped around my lower calf and slipped off my flats for me.
like a proud soul, his actions placed a grin on my face.
my hands cupped his face, dahlia dimples beginning to show formation as his lips affirmed a subtle smile.
his fingers entangled with my own, guiding me to the pathway of his room — which seemed more like a house tour by how he kept on describing his furniture and it's meaning. which, to remind you, his home was filled with framed barça pictures. clearly not a usual sight to see for me personally.
he only moves forward, one hand on the cape of my neck and the other locking the door behind him. he's only gotten more desperate, his tongue grazing my swollen bottom lip while our steps continuously got closer and closer to his bed while being caught in the moment we shared.
his familiar fingers wandered around me, stopping at my waistline before a swift movement that were the cause of my pants landing on the floor of his room. pressing his fingers onto the back of my lower torso while his hands still remains wrapped around it, he pushed me against the crisped cold sheets, stopping the heated make-out session just to slide his barça branded t-shirt off his body.
i layed a hand on his tanned abdomen, time consuming-ly dragging my fingertips across to his lower torso before tugging on the hem of his dirty football shorts despite the fact that he had showered before leaving the stadium.
leaning into my presence, his hand was laid into my thick brunette strands that intertwined themselves inbetween his calloused fingers while his lips couldn't help but seek for the accompaniment of mine.
from my hips to my back, his fingers slightly seem to have struggled to unclamp my bra, smiling into the intensified kiss once he'd finally gotten the fabric off my tits —
"oye pablito!"
third person point of view
hastily gathering their clothes back onto their bare bodies, pablo returned to the locked door and unlocked it with a swift manner — allowing pedri to poke his head through the doorway of pablo's room.
"what are you doing here" jocelyn gulped, staring towards the man who had just rudely interrupted her shared moment with pablo.
"the team are out at a party, you guys wanna come?"
"you could've just texted"
"i forgot my wallet here. interrumpo?" pedri tried his best to hold in his cheeky smirk after his remark.
[ am i interrupting? ]
almost immediately, pablo closed the door, his flustered expression was accompanied by a huff afterwards before resting himself onto the bedsheets, his head of hair tickling the bare surface of jocelyn's neck.
"quieres ir?" she murmured under her breath, running her fingers through his freshly washed locks.
[ you wanna go? ]
"up to you"
"it's your club's party, not mine, pablo" she sighed.
the realisation that jocelyn worked for his rival club creeped back into the front of his mind. he kept forgetting every so often, unless it's on social media; considering how much she dedicated her love to the club on her platform. he imagined that she worked for barcelona instead and the amount of joy he would have. however, he knew the scenario would never occur. as much as jocelyn had a liking for pablo, it was enough for her to feel somewhat ashamed as a real madrid staff. she'd always been into sports, emphasis on european football. she began watching during her early teens, which allowed her to witness lionel messi's and cristiano's rivalry. was she ever interested in barcelona? absolutely not. no matter how much her dad would convince her to give the club a chance, her denial was always prioritised.
"do you want to go?" he repeated her question.
"i can go, it sounds fun."
just like that, the two hurried to pedri's car — which was parked right in front of pablo's home. pablo had his own vehicle, but he was informed to anticipate for his driver's license to drive alone and avoid getting pulled over by driving without a licence.
it was in some bar that seemed too expensive for jocelyn, maybe she would persuade herself from drinking tonight in order to keep her pockets packed until the end of the trip.
there were many, many cars. too much for the party to be a private hosted party by the team.
"is it not private?" jocelyn questioned out of curiosity.
"no, we convinced xavi to let loose for a little while. it's fun, no?" pedri chuckled, hands adjusting against the leather cover of the steering wheel.
"i hope so" she mumbled.
as soon as she step foot into the party, her heartbeat could be heard in rhythm with the bass as her hand remains interlinked with pablos while he guides her to the more secluded areas. until the three finally arrived to the upstairs bar, it felt like they couldn't breathe, with the fans downstairs that attempted to touch the players and called out for pictures.
"olá pablo"
her head snapped, facing ferran torres who stood right behind her with a drink already resting in his hands. seeing her, his lips twitched into a smug smile.
"oye ferran" pablo reached out for a side hug, just for him to ignore it.
"why is she here?" ferran raised an eyebrow.
"go get a drink or two guapa, while me and pablo have a chat" ferran smiled. [ pretty ]
ferran dipped himself beside pablo's presence, "i didn't know you like perras" [ i didn't know you like whores ]
"què?" pablo's eyebrows stitched together, hands that balled up into a tight fist; leaving bloody imprints on his palms afterwards. [ what? ]
"calma, pablito" he laughed, his free hand pressuring pablo's shoulders.
"ella no jodio vini y kepa?" he scoffed.
[ didn't she fuck vini and kepa? ]
"shut the fuck up ferran" he breathed, his jaw remaining tightly clenched.
"tus padres no te dijeron que respetaras a tus mayores?" [ didn't your parents tell you to respect your elders? ]
"you think you deserve my respect?" he scoffed.
"crecer, are you mad because she didn't let you fuck her yet?" he nudged pablo's bicep while gavi refrained himself from fucking up ferran's face. [ grow up ]
just as his fist were mere inches away from ferran's cheekbone, pedri's hand wrapped around pablo's arm; stopping him from getting involved in a fight — which could result him and ferran being benched for their next match against atlètico madrid.
"basta pablo" [ enough pablo ]
pushing pablo further away from ferran, pedri tried to ease down the situation by giving him a shot of vodka, which, he obviously didn't decline.
"what the fuck was that?" jocelyn rushed over to pablo, struggling to walk steadily from the amount of alcohol she consumed in the span of twenty minutes that she was gone while pablo and ferran had their so called 'discussion'.
"gavi, answer"
his reassurance made jocelyn wanted to shove her fist down his throat until he stops refusing to tell her. pablo didn't want her to blame herself that all this occurred because of her, because it wasn't. ferran was just a perverted man. to pablo, he was a fucking porn-addict by the way he used the words that came out of his mouth.
"i wanna go home" jocelyn murmured, in which pedri agreed into dropping the two of them at pablo's home and she would stay the night at his.
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＠jocelynsruben
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jocelynsruben paparazzi-captured pictures of jocelyn today in barcelona after attending barça's match. she was spotted to be accompanied by her friends, pablo gavi and pedri earlier in pedri's car and hand - in - hand with gavi !
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user1 now what is this 😭
↳ user2 right likeee ... ??!
↳ user3 it's three in the morning ☺️
↳ user4 we can't have nice things anymore
user5 this girl can't catch a break smh
↳ user6 i can't even sleep without missing the news
↳ user7 one blink and it's over 💀
user8 jocelyn at a barça match is LOCO
↳ user9 honestly what did y'all expect 🤣
↳ user10 clout chaserrr ...
user11 yk u reached the point when an rma player starts liking the post 🫠
↳ jocelynrubensfan HELP WHAT 😭
↳ user12 ＠vinijr explanation with blood, sweat and tears IMMEDIATELY.
bellatorres aw hell nah
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↳ user13 girl we need an elaboration asap
↳ user14 the bravery to comment 😭
↳ user15 i giggled
user16 admin wdym by friends, cause the only friend i only see one friend and he isn't gavi 🫣
↳ user17 the way my ehebrow raised after reading the word 'friend' ...
↳ user18 the word friend shouldn't be in the same sentence as jocelyn and gavi
user19 all i wanna know is why are the madrid players so intrigued with her and gavi 😭
↳ user20 they're her wingmen, trusttt
↳ user21 i keep accidentally jumping everytime i see jude's name in the likes of every jocelyn and gavi
post 😞
user22 is she an escort ???
↳ user23 bye what is this ...
↳ user24 she's the furthest thing from an escort what the fuck 💀
↳ user25 how is a madrid staff an escort
↳ user26 does she look like an escort to you 🤦♀️
↳ user27 what are you smoking 😂 you think an escort would allow themselves to be seen in public smiling and giggling with a footballer ??
user28 is she in barcelona ?
↳ user29 she probably is, no way gavi and pedri would go to madrid just to hang out with her
↳ user30 she isss. she was seen at the last match with gavi and she probably hasn't left yet because the team are celebrating their win
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RENA SPEAKS ... !
i can't stress enough how messy and chaotic this chapter is. ik it's terrible but it's all i could do 🫠 . . . anyways, jude fanfic coming on the 16th of december yayyy ! my fault for the robbed smut ikkkk 🤦🏻♀️ lmk what you think of this chapter though ! !