Football imagines (FINISH)

Paulo Dybala~Requested

Date made:24/12/2023

Name: Y/n
Status: Dating
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Third Person POV

Y/n and her fiance Paulo were snuggled up on the couch, ready for their day. They had been looking forward to this lazy afternoon together, escaping into a world of films and each other's company. As the opening credits rolled, Y/n couldn't help but how relaxed Dybala looked. His eyes were fixed the screen, his body sinking deeper into the cushions. She smiled and shifted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder. At that moment, Y/n felt an overwhelming desire to show Dybala just how much she cherished him. Slowly, she trailed her fingers along his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. Dybala glanced at her with a soft smile, appreciating the gentle caress. Feeling bold, Y/n gently grazed her nails against Dybala's back. 

She remembered how much he loved it when she tickled him like this – the way his body responded with shivers of delight. It was a small act of affection that brought them both immense joy. Dybala closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation as Y/n continued to trace patterns on his back. The combination of her delicate touch and the movie's soothing soundtrack almost got him to sleep. He let out a contented sigh, completely surrendering to the blissful relaxation. Suddenly, Y/n decided to switch things up. 

She playfully tickled Dybala's sides, causing him to jerk in surprise and laughter. His eyes flew open as he realized what she was doing. "Hey!" he protested, trying to catch his breath between giggles. Y/n couldn't help but laugh along with him, delighted by his reaction. "It's only fair," she teased. "Your turn to give me some back tickles." Dybala groaned playfully but didn't protest further. He knew how much Y/n loved having her back tickled too. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he began to replicate the same feather-light touch on her back. Y/n closed her eyes, savoring the sensation as Dybala's fingers danced across her skin. It was as if every stroke carried their love and affection, bringing them even closer together. 

She let out a contented sigh, feeling completely at ease in his hands. As they continued their playful exchange of tickles, Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the depth of their connection. It wasn't just about the laughter or the physical pleasure; it was about the intimacy and refined. As she got more comfortable on him she nuzzle her face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent. The warmth of his body radiated through her as she traced circles on his biceps with her fingertips. Paulo took of his hands off from her (his) shirt, and found its way to her hand, intertwining their fingers with a gentle squeeze. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the world of cinema and each other's presence. Their hearts beat in perfect harmony, syncing to the rhythm of their shared affection. In that moment, Y/n knew that nothing else mattered but this simple bliss they had found together.