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spidybaby · 2 months

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Not the romantic type

Summary: You tried to give him as many chances as you could. But when he keeps choosing other people over you, you are done.

Warnings: asshole!Pedri, cursing, manipulation, gaslight, suggestive moments.

Part two

Since the beginning of your relationship, you noticed that Pedri wasn't the romantic type of boyfriend.

When it comes to planning things or saying things to you, he was very basic.

You remember your first anniversary, he invited you to dinner at his house and you watched a movie.

You appreciate everything. He was very caring. He loved you. He was just not the type to throw out his feelings at you or show them every time.

But you can't lie, that did bother you sometimes.

The memory of you telling him excited about a goal becoming a reality to you, you expected more than just a kiss and a congratulations.

Maybe not a party, maybe nothing crazy, just a little more.

Comparison wasn't also a good thing. The pictures of your friends with their boyfriends on trips, cute picnics, date nights.

You wanted that.

"Hey, I was thinking that now that you have the next two days. We can plan something romantic, maybe?"

He lifts his eyes from his phone. Your shiny eyes are the first thing he sees. Then back to the phone again.

"Olvidé decirte, my parents are coming, and I planned this restaurant thing with Fer and them."

He planned.

"Oh, you did?" You ask. "What about if we go to the movies, it's early and there's this movie I've been dying to see."

"I mean if you want that, let me get my keys and we can go." He says, getting up from the couch and walking to you. "Te quiero"

You smile, you love him very much. Kissing his lips quickly and picking your things while he walked upstairs.

You run quickly to the bathroom, not wanting to miss the movie. While you're there, you check your hair and makeup.

"Preciosa, le dije a Fer, irá con nosotros." He yells while walking downstairs. You force a smile.

"I heard Henry Cavill was on the cast, I'm in." Fer jokes, opening the door for you. "And maybe that Dualipa was also in the cast."

You smile at him, not feeling like joking back. When you sat in the back and didn't even play any music, Fer notice that something was wrong.

"You okay?" Fer asked, the two of you are waiting for Pedri. You nod, not wanting to say anything.

When Pedri was out of his car, you offered your hand to him. He high five you, letting your hand go. You squint your eyes.

"I was thinking." You say as you see the movie display. "I want to see Anyone but you." You smile.

"What about Aquaman? I like aquaman," He says, also looking at the display. "And maybe Fer won't like that movie you want to see."

"Well, I already see Aquaman. And I've been wanting to see this movie for about three weeks now."

He turns to where Fer is. He was buying the popcorn and soda. "He won't like that, amor."

"It's Sydney Sweeney. He will be too busy looking at her boobs instead of the movie itself."

You were tired. This was supposed to be a couple's thing and not a bring your brother with you kind of thing.

"Let's do this. What if you see the movie and Fer and I see Aquaman." He offers.

You want to smack him with your purse. Did he really think this was a good idea?

"Why can Fer see the movie alone, and you see this one with me?" You lower your tone, trying to show him your discomfort.

The thinking was getting to you. Why did he have to think between watching a movie with you or without you?

"Bebé, you know I've been waiting for you to have time to come with me to this movie."

"I just don't want Fernando to see a movie alone."

"Oh, but I have to?"

He sighs. Not wanting to start a fight. "No. Let's watch Anyone but you." He kisses your hand and walks to the front to buy the tickets.

You can even say that you're happy. You don't want to fight or beg for him to do something with you.

You were in the middle of Fer and him. The conversation between them was easy. You feel like it's been a while since you had such an easy conversation with him.

The sour aftertaste of the small argument made you uncomfortable.

"I'm going to get an ICEE drink. I'll be back." You say, getting up, feeling like you can finally breathe.

You don't like feeling this way. You don't like the guilt that builds inside of you every time you feel jealous about him planning something for everyone else but you.

You waited for your drink, checking instagram to distract yourself. The first picture you see is your friend and her boyfriend cooking together.

You don't feel well about it.

You don't want to be the second option.

You want to be the person he plans outings with.

You want him to be as interested in your life as you're in his.

You understand, he's a footballer, he doesn't have time to do all these dates, and plans.

But he does.

He has time for Ferran and Gavi, and he has time for his teammates' parties and celebrations.

He just didn't have time for you.

"Just in time, the movie is about to start." Pedri lift the arm thing on the seat and pass his arm around your shoulders. "My love." He kisses your cheeks.

You can't help the sadness inside. With so little you're so ready to forgive the things that make you feel bad.

"Love you." You kiss his lips.

You love the way he smiles into the kiss. It makes you feel dreamy.

The movie was awesome. in the end, even Fer was happy about it and loved the unwritten song.

"But I definitely think she was the hottest of them all." Fer says, you are walking back to the car.

"That's why she's the star of the movie." You laugh at him.

Pedri was quiet. That was his new mood.

You turn your face to him. His eyes are glued to the pavement. "Pepi, did you like the movie?" You ask. He just nods, not even a single word answer. "Okay."

The drive was silent but not an uncomfortable one. Fer was playing his music, something nice.

Pedri drops Fer at their house, telling him that he was driving you home and then coming back.

You stayed at the back, you feel like joking with him. "So, Mister driver, where to now?"

He laughs, you love his laugh. "I was thinking maybe I can take you for a walk." He extended his arm to the back. "Does the beach sounds good?"

You nod excited, your hands caressing his own while he drives you to the beach.

The moon and the stars were shining so much, leaving a nice and peaceful glow on the sand.

"Oye, I mentioned that I was inviting my parents to this thing and I was wondering if you want to come." He says, pulling away from your hug.

You smile at the proposal. You wanted to spend more time with him, and his family being there was a plus since you're close to them.

You nod, hugging him back again. Your face on his neck, the smell of his perfume making you drunk in love.

"Can you wear that beautiful blue dress?" His hands are now on your ass, pulling you closer. "I love it when you wear that dress."

"The one that ended on the floor after you won LaLiga?" You mess with him, kissing his neck.

The feeling of his beard against your lips, the way his throat vibrates with every moan and sound he makes when you kiss his sensitive areas.

"Preciosa, we're at the beach." He says, pulling away from your kisses. "But we're inside your car." You say, kissing his nose. He smirks, making you sit properly on top of him.

In a quick motion, he reached the door and slammed it shut, making sure to lock the doors.

"Come here." His lips meet your lips in a very hungry kiss.

The way your tongues dance together is making the burning sensation of your body even harder to control.

His hands undo the buttons of your shirt while your lips are kissing his neck. With every kiss, you lick the place. Marking him without actually marking him.

He pulls your shirt to your elbows and kisses from your right shoulder to your neck. He can't have a visible love mark, but you do.

So he takes the time to suck onto that specific place on your neck, your hands gripping on his hair softly.

You began moving your hips slowly in circles, his groaning making you smile, knowing you're doing a good job.

"We need to stop. We're at the beach." He breathlessly says, hands on your waist, guiding the movement. His head is thrown back into the seat.

You want to feel him all the way. You crave him, but you know that if someone recognizes the car and finds you two doing that, it was going to be a big thing.

You fall on his chest. He opens his arms to you, hugging your body and caressing your back. His lips on your hair, trying to calm himself in the process. Once you're calmer, you move to your seat, legs still on his lap.

"Te prometo que voy a compensate por esto, te quiero." He says, kissing your lips and turning the car. (I promise I'm making up to you, I love you.)

The drive to your home was silent. The calm music from the radio was low but enough to make the vibe more relaxing.

One of his hands was managing the wheel, and the other one was squishing your thighs. You can't keep your eyes away from his face, he notice this, blushing a little.

When you're outside your house, you stay inside the car for a little "We're leaving at five, but mom probably wants to steal you from me a little, so what if you get ready at my place?"

You kiss his cheek, undoing your seatbelt. "Si, can you pick me up?" You wait for his answer, getting a kiss from him and a small nod.

"Te quiero." He says, kissing you again.

"You do?" You tease him. He follows you lead, nodding his head. "Won't you show me how much? I mean, you don't have to wake up early tomorrow."

He laughs, turning the car off and undoing his seatbelt. "I have to pick my parents but we can do that together." He grabs your face and places a kiss on your cheek.

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"Dale, guacha, suelta," you sing the famous quevedo Bzrp session while you both cook something.

"Suelta," Pedri sings, doing the background voice.

"Vente pa' Canaria' sin el equipaje y sin viaje de vuelta por la isla te vo'a dar una vuelta."

"Bebé, solo avisa-" His singing got interrupted by his phone ringing and making the music stop. "Hola?"

You lower the speaker volume, knowing that as soon as he hits hang, the song will blast. "Try this." You whisper, spoon feeding him with a little mix of your food.

He gives you the thumbs up, stealing a little more with his finger. "Hey, stop." You laugh, slapping this hand away.

"No, que va, muchas felicidades y suerte en el partido de este viernes." (Nah, no problem, congratulations and good luck on this Friday's match) he laughs. You focus on the food in front of you but can't help to wonder who he's on the phone with. "Vale, adiós."

"Listo." You turn the stove off and turn to him, opening your arms for him to join you in a hug. "Bring some plates, ojitos lindos." You kiss his nose.

He does as he's told, helping you with serving the food and trying to make it look cute. "I was speaking with Aitana." He says, leaving the plate in front of you.

"The player?" You wonder, even tho you were sure it was her cause there's not many girls out there called aitana that your boyfriend knows, and that has a match to play.

"Yes, she won an award, and I forgot to congratulate her for her Ballon d'or, so I sent her some flowers."

"Oh."

You're not jealous. It's very sweet of him to support the feminine team as much as his teammates. It's just that he has those sweet gifts and congratulations for everyone except for you.

"Si, she was so happy."

You nod, smiling. You can't help the feeling of sadness washing you over. Has he ever given you flowers? No, he hasn't.

"Also, Adrian graduation is this weekend. My aunt is throwing him a party, and you, beautiful lady, are coming with me."

"That means you and I are matching colors for the party?" You ask, joking. He never liked the matching couple thing.

"Amor, that's so tacky." He shakes his head no. "Plus, you always wear vibrant colors, and I'm more of a black and white kind of dude lately. "

You just smile, knowing that he always says the same thing. "I can wear something black so you can match me with a black shirt."

"But you look amazing with vibrant colors, like that blue dress, or you beautiful orange top that you wore on my birthday."

It was no surprise to you that he always found excuses for you, even when you tried to accommodate to him.

"Okay, I just thought it would be cute."

"You would be cuter with something that is your style." He taps your nose, changing the topic quickly. "Do you want to see the last chapter of prison break with me?"

"Are you on the last? We were like half the show a few days ago."

"I've been free lately."

You agree, in the end, you were only watching the show for him, so the last chapter meant that you were done with the show.

While he enjoys his show, you search for a nice outfit, you wanted something simple but not that simple to look too lazy.

You find something cute on Zara, planning to go to the mall on your way home. After all the party was in three days and you always prepared at the last minute so a quick change of plans was nice.

"Amor, I think I'm leaving, I still have to study for this test." You move from your position on the couch, now being on top of him. "Te quiero, our food was yummy and the show was good."

"I thought you were staying." He pouts. Arms around you. "Stay"

"Pedri, I've been here since yesterday."

"One more night." He beg, kissing your temple. "Just one."

"If I say yes, I'm not studying for my test."

"I'll help you study. We can go pick your notes." His kisses go from your temple to your cheek. "Por favor."

You fight the urge to say yes. Knowing that you actually have a test coming up and you really need to pick up your books and study for it.

"I'll see you tomorrow after practice." You remove yourself from his arms. Turning to kiss him goodbye. "Come home to me after practice, and I'll make you some healthy salmon."

He smiles, kisses your hands, and gets up to go with you to your car. "Drive safe and please text me when you're home, okay?" He kisses your lips one last time and close your car door.

You wave him goodbye and turn the radio, passing to the Dunkin Donuts drive thru for your favorite drink. You wanted to keep looking for an outfit.

Pedro's family are simple people. They prefer company than material things, something you loved. You wanted to be pretty for Pedro and also look good but not like the center of attention.

You search different stores for the outfit, finding something you consider perfect to wear, it was simple but pretty.

You also find a shirt for Pedri, something black and plain but with a simple quote. Very him.

When you're home you text him, sending him a picture of your books in your desk. Telling him that you will be off line and to call you if he needs anything.

He replied with a picture of him and Fer playing something, asking you to not stress out and to take breaks here and there.

The rest of the week you chose to stay low-key with the communication. Your test went extra well on Friday. You were happy and excited about the weekend because you needed the distraction.

You woke up and started yo get ready, taking a well-deserved full shower, taking your time. You wanted to feel extra clean cause it was a hot day.

When you're out you turn on a movie while getting ready, deciding to do something with your hair instead of letting it down.

When you're almost done with everything, you decide to do something very light with makeup. You don't want to feel gross if you sweat.

Your makeup session is interrupted by your phone, Pedri's name can be read on the screen.

"Hola amor." You say, keep applying some powder to your face. "Are you almost here?"

"About that, I wanted to tell you something."

"Yes, tell me"

"I was thinking, since you're busy with your exams and working on the project. I don't want to be a distraction, and I invite Ferran to the party."

You pause what you're doing to stare at your phone screen. Was he for real?

"Wait, what?" You snorted, thinking maybe he's joking. "C'mon, be serious. Don't play like that."

"Amor, I'm not." He says, serious tone. "I just don't want to bother your study session."

You let the brush fall, placing your hands to your face to try to calm yourself down. "Pedro." You say, voice tired. "What are you even on?"

He just stays quiet. He's not even considering that maybe he could have asked you before taking that decision.

"He pasado toda la mañana arreglandome, para que tú ahora vengas a decirme que tú piensas que es mejor que no vaya, dejándome saber cinco putos minutos antes de la hora en la que me pensabas recoger." You say, low and angry voice. (I've been all morning getting ready, for you to tell me that you thought it would help me to not go, letting me know five fucking minutes before you're supposed to picked me up.)

"I didn't think you would mind it that much."

"Pedro!"

"Okay, I mean, I can ask Adrian if you can come, I don't think he'd say no."

"You told everybody but me that I wasn't coming?" You can't even feel any more anger, just disappointment. "Pedro, that's so not okay for you to do to me."

"Can you not exaggerate?" He asks frustrated, he obviously doesn't care as much as you do. "It's not like you don't have to study. If something, I'm helping you here."

You hang up the call, not feeling like talking to him anymore. You can feel the tears in your eyes.

You don't want to cry but here you are, tears rolling down your cheeks. He didn't care about your opinion, he doesn't care about all the time you spend getting ready or anything you ever do.

You hear your phone ringing again, his name on the screen. Declining his call. You take your makeup remover wipes, cleaning your face.

You undo your hair and change into your pajamas. Not feeling like doing anything you throw yourself in bed.

After fifteen minutes you hear your front door getting opened, you lift your head from your pillow.

Your door is next, and a frowny Pedri walks into your room. "Get up, we're leaving." He's mad, you can tell.

Why was he mad when you're the one who got left out?

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Ferran and you can have a nice day. Go." You turn your back to him, throwing the blanket over your head.

"Y/n, I don't have time to play. Plus, you're not even ready. Stop the drama." He takes the blanket off your body in a movement.

"I was ready, but then you called me and told me that you prefer to take Ferran cause I was busy, so keep thinking that and go."

"Why are you acting this way? Are you on your period or something?"

You scuff, mad at his stupid sexist joke. "Why are you." You point at him. "Acting this way? Can't you see that I'm hurt by what you did?"

He rolls his eyes, you feel hurt by his action. He definitely doesn't care. "You don't even care." You cry. "Pedro, It took me a lot of time to get ready, I went out and bought a nice outfit and did all of this to look good for you and you treat me like I'm your booty call or worse."

"Is it about the money?" He asks exasperated, he pull out his wallet, throwing a few hundreds on the bed. "There, so you can be done with whatever this is."

You're speechless, not sure if you're dreaming or if he actually just did that.

"This isn't about money. This is about you not caring about me or how I'm feeling." You throw a pillow at him. "Get out, have a lot of fun and forget we even had this conversation."

You get up from bed, pushing him to the side and hiding in the bathroom. You cry as soon as the front door slams shut.

You thought that he would come to his senses later on the day, but when the night came and there was no text or calls from him, you were more mad than before.

The next day, he did call, and he texted you. But you were mad, you don't like how he treats you like you're nothing.

A few days pass by like that, you don't answer any of his calls, focusing on your studies like he wanted you to.

"So you're still not in speaking terms?" Your friend asks. "He hasn't even reach?"

"He tried." You sigh, he did try to reach to you, but you didn't answer any calls. "I'm just not ready to forgive him."

Your friend understood that you didn't want to talk too much about it, changing topics to something different she told you about her recent trip.

You spend all evening with her, dropping her home you went back to your house. You were in a blue mood.

The last fight left you with a sour aftertaste, it took him days to realize that he fucked up.

When the anger pass you understood that you weren't going to give in as easy as before.

You notice the black Porsche parked in front of your house. You opened the garage door and parked the car.

The doorbell rings, making you sigh. Were you giving him the benefit of the doubt?

"Hey." You whisper. Opening the door to find him. "Do you need something?" You block the entrance with your arm.

"Can we talk, please?"

"About? You ask , prentending to be confused. You wanted him to admit that he did wrong, you wanted him to see that you weren't going to allowed him to be like that again.

"Amor, can I come in?" He take a step closer.

"Oh, I'm your "amor" now?" You scoff, rolling your eyes at him. "I thought that I was just Y/n."

"Please." He begged. You can tell he hasn't had the best week, those bags under his eyes. "I don't want you to be mad at me."

"Why would I be mad?" You pretend confusion again. "I was just dramatic and probably on my period, remember?"

He brings one hand to his face. He's embarrassed by his actions. He wasn't like that to anyone, shouldn't be with you.

"I bought this for you." He hands you the bag of your favorite food place. You hesitate to take it, not wanting he to see this as a peace acceptance. "It's your favorite."

You take it, putting the bag away in the little table inside your house and next to your door. "Thank you." You whisper. "If that's all, you can leave."

You were about to close the door. Not wanting to deal with his lack of words. But his foot doesn't allow it.

"Amor, please, I just want to apologize. Let me."

You sigh, opening the door and moving for him to walk inside. "Five minutes, I'm counting." You say checking your watch.

"I'm fucking sorry, the way I talked to you was fucking wrong, and you're right, I shouldn't just do something without you knowing or deciding first." He tries to get closer, you lift a hand for him to stop. "Amor, I'm fucking sorry, I was an asshole. You're not a booty call. You're my girlfriend, and I didn't give you the respect you deserve."

"Why did you do that?" You ask, wanting for him to explain himself. "You treated me like my time and opinion didn't matter, that hurted."

He feels his heart breaking at the sight of your sad eyes, he fucked up real bad. "Mi amor, perdón." He walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you. "I do care about your opinion and your feelings. Your time is as valuable as mine. I'm sorry I was a fucking asshole."

"I just don't get why would you do that to me." You whisper, head buried in the crock of his neck. "You treat me like I'm not important."

"You're very important to me." He tightened his hug. Kissing your shoulder.

You hate to give in so easily, you hate to feel like you will take anything to keep your relationship.

But he wouldn't do it. He wouldn't be the one forgiving you if that was the case. He wouldn't be the one opening your door. And you know it.

"Let me make it up to you. Let's watch your favorite movies and I can go get your favorite drink to make it up." You nod, closing the door with your feet and walking hand in hand to your room.

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"Now add some salt, but try it to see if a little is enough of if you need more." Rosy says, passing you the salt and helping you with the mixing of the food.

Rosy was teaching you how to do some typical Tenerife food. You once tried it and you loved it.

You enjoy cooking with her and with Fer, both taught you a lot, making you a better cook.

"Well I kinda eat with a lot of salt, so will you help me with trying it." You grab a spoon, taking a bit of the food and passing it to her to try it.

She nods, giving you a thumbs up and turning the stove down. "Perfect" she smiles.

You help wash the dishes and put away the rest of the ingredients. You were having a fun day with his family while he was in Napoli.

Your family was in Madrid spending the last days of a festival. You were invited to go but wanted to stay in Barcelona due to study.

"Fer, you have a new competition." Rosy says, proud of you for learning so quickly. "because this, mijo." she points at her plate of food. "it's amazing, and she was only following instructions."

Fer compliment your food, telling you that you did an amazing job, he was on his second serving.

"I'm impressed that you didn't want to go with Pedri to Napoli, I think some of the girlfriends of the players are going." Rosy confess.

You notice how Fer started coughing, and changing the topic. You had this twisted feeling in your stomach.

You want to say you weren't invited, but you don't want to bring Rosy into that. Maybe she heard the wrong thing and Pedro couldn't invite you.

"Fer, you'll be the one washing the dishes. Don't think I don't remember that." Rosy says, leaving Fer and you alone.

He knows his mom fucked up by saying the wrong thing, but he can't actually blame her.

"Are you taking the rest home?" He's feeling awkward. "I can put it away for you." You shake your head no.

"I actually have to go back home, I've been here bothering you two since early today." You don't even feel comfortable anymore.

Were you overthinking?

"You don't bother us, we love you."

Was he being honest? Or just saying that to fix things?

You smile, not wanting to engage in the conversation, but he did notice that, he can sense the change in you.

"Do you need help or should I get going?" You collect your things, putting everything on your bag.

"No, don't worry. Be careful on your way home."

Waving him goodbye and asking him to say goodbye to his mom for you was all you did.

You knew some of the players invited their partners, like Sara, Mikky, and Katrine; but you thought that maybe they were the ones who planned the trip.

You chose to play potato and stayed in bed the rest of the day, watching some romcoms and texting your family on your group chat.

Fer texted him, informing him about what his mom said to you. He immediately pick his phone to call you.

You were interrupted by the FaceTime call. "Hola, guapa." He smiles, his beard was making him look more mature. "Were you busy?"

"Noup, just watching TV."

You were serious, putting the phone in your nightstand so you could keep watching your movie.

He told you about everything he did, you only hummed in response to what he's saying. He was nervous, he noticed the way you're not even interested in hearing about his day. "What are you watching?"

"Just go with it." You sigh, wanting to hang up and not have to pretend you're not kinda mad. "It's almost done."

He nods, even when your eyes are not on him. "Sara says hi."

You scuff, he definitely had a nerve. "If you see her again, tell her I say hi." You grab your phone, ready to say goodbye. "Si sabes que no tienes que fingir que no me estas llamando por lo que dijo tu madre?" (You know you don't have to pretend that you're not calling me because of what your mother said?) You left out a bitter laugh.

He knew you were not the most direct person, that's why he never expected you to be this direct about the topic. "Guapa, listen."

"You don't have to invite me, just don't tell other people you did and that I said no. That made it awkward for me and for your brother even."

"Can you not do this?" He sighs mad. "I forgot and when mom asked me about it I just lied."

"I'm not doing anything, I'm just saying that it was awkward for me, that's all." You were calm, much calmer than he thought.

"I just want to talk. Can we pass this?"

This was a pattern. He promised to change, pretend for a while, and then go back to his old self.

"I don't feel like talking to you right now."

"Joder, this is why I don't say shit. You just want to always be the center of attention, such a bother."

You stop breathing. That was so unnecessary of him to say. Specially when he was the one who fucked things up.

"If I am a bother, then why are you with me?" You can feel that pain in your heart, pain that has been with you since this attitude started.

"Sometimes I ask myself that."

"Pedro." You whisper, hurt by his words.

Just hung up the call, block him and don't go back. But it was easier to think than to actually do it.

"You want full attention and I can't, I'm not a nine to five kind of guy, I have a much harder job."

"Pedro." You try to interrupt him.

"And fuck, my friends are right, I'm missing a lot because I chose to lock myself down with a serious relationship, you don't even support me."

"I don't what?" You ask loud. "I support you more than your stupid brain actually acknowledges." It's your turn to be mad, leaving the feeling of pain being replaced by anger.

"Don't call me stupid."

"I know you're working very hard on growing your career, I've always accepted for you to give me the crumbs of your time, I'm the one making and effort to keep whatever this shitty relationship turned into."

"Oh, so we now have a shitty relationship?"

"You just called me a bother, Pedro." You remind him his own words. "At this point, I think it is better for both of us to admit that you can't give me what I need, and I'm not what you'll ever need."

"What exactly do you need?" He yells, you're not surprised by that. "I'm trying, I really am."

"No, you're not." You cut him off. "I don't want to keep this going on."

"No, amor, let's calm down. This is blowing out of proportion.- "

You let him talk. You let him pretend he didn't just tell you he questioned himself about you two. You let him excuse his friends about telling him how wrong is for him to he in a relationship.

"No."

"No, what?"

"No, Pedro. I don't want to be a bother to you anymore." You try not to cry. "I don't want to keep you away from fun with other girls like your friends say."

"Amor, that's not.-"

"I don't want to be your last option. I don't want to be in a relationship with you anymore." You're breaking your own heart, but you need this more than you care to accept. "I'm letting you be free to have all the fun in the world, to have all the girls, to not have to overthink every night about how much of a bother you have in life."

"Y/n, please no."

"Good luck on your game tomorrow. You're going to be amazing. Te quiero." You cry, hanging up the phone, you quickly turn it off.

Taking your necklace with his initial on it and letting it rest next to you on your nightstand. You were finally done.

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Dom!Pedri x Sub!Reader, where she's riding pedri and he's just cooing and mocking hear moans and she just kind of get piss off so in order to make up to her he gave her the most desiring rough sex

(sorry 😔 just that man makes me so horny)

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author’s note: sorry this took longer than expected i hope you like it <3

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warnings: smut 18+, dom!pedri, sub!reader, rough sex, neck grabbing, oral m receiving, creampie

“ay papi fuck” you moaned as you rid his shaft satisfying your walls covering his length in your arousal.

pedri laughed at your moans “it’s so easy to make you moan and cum for me i don’t even have to try i just let you bounce on my dick”

“shut the fuck up pedri” you climbed off of him and sat on the bed facing away from him. his words bothered you. pedri was much more experienced than you, in fact, you lost your virginity to pedri. he always lasted longer than you in bed, always overstimulating your clit and fucking you through the night with multiple rounds edging himself.

“oh so you’re mad princesa?” pedri whispers into your ear making you weak and vulnerable. “i’m sorry i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” pedri began to kiss your neck licking it and leaving hickeys to mark his territory. “i know you’ve been wanting it rough and if you want i can make it up to you with that but the last time we did that i wasn’t as strong as i am now i don’t want to hurt that sweet tight pussy of yours” pedri built up so much muscle and you had to admit he was so much stronger even his gentle thrusts feel more powerful and you loved it, you loved how weak and submissive you felt when he thrusted between your folds.

"you wont hurt me baby i trust you please just fuck me and treat me like your princess" you leaned your head back to talk to him kissing his lips while he fondled your breasts moaning into your mouth.

pedri grabbed your neck tight enough to feel his strength and dominance over you but careful enough not to hurt his princess. “be a good girl, get on both knees and service me”.

you followed his orders and sat on your knees. pedri stood in front of you “i know you’ve never gotten face fucked have you?”

“what’s tha-”

before you could finish the question pedri had grabbed you hair to move it out of the way and also get a good grip on you. “open your mouth and find out”. pedri spit in your mouth and stuck his throbbing shaft down your throat. the gagging noises were music to his ears “sí amor you follow instructions so well always obeying my every command”. pedri fucked the hell out of your throat beginning to make it sore from his heavy thrusts.

“baby fuck me”

pedri hated when you told him what to do. “good girls ask nicely”

“pedri please papi please fuck me”

pedri picked you and layed you on the bed. he threw your legs over his shoulders and spit on your folds letting his tip glide on your entrance teasing your clit. “will you be able to take me?”

“yes” you started rubbing your clit desperate for pleasure coating your fingers with your wetness. pedri gently removed your hand from your folds and sucked the arousal off your fingertips.

“let me fuck you baby” pedri entered your folds and stroked slow but rough making you moan with every thrust inside you. pedri grabbed your neck from behind and increased his speed. the sounds of your wetness were music to his ears, every stroke sending shocks of passion through your veins.

“i wanna look at you when you fuck me” you whined barely able to talk from the stimulation and of cock.

pedri turned you over grabbing both sides of your waist as he fucked you hard and fast making you moan his name until he got closer to climaxing.

“are you almost there baby?” you could feel your clit pulsating at the same rhythm of his shaft feeling more connected to his body than ever before. pedri spat on your clit and rubbed it until you came for him shaking from the intense orgasm he gave you.

“where should i cum?”

“inside me”

he finished in your folds. his arousal leaked out of you dripping down your legs.

“you did so well baby. let’s get cleaned up and i’ll get you whatever you want to eat. i need to make sure you get the princess treatment you deserve”

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gavisfanta · 18 days

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SLEEPLESS - PEDRI

summary: everyone has been wondering why pedri sleeps so rarely.

warnings: smut 18+, not proofread im lazy sorry

"Practice was tiring today" Pedri mumbled just as you sat down next to him. It was already 1 am, you just got back from work and ate something.

"Really baby? What did you guys do?" You asked and cuddled up to him in bed while looking at the tv.

It always went like this, you were a nurse and you had to stay in until 12 am but Pedri wanted to see you by all costs so he stays up at night, until you come home atleast.

"We just practiced shooting and Xavi wouldn't let us go until we scored that one perfect goal." Pedri rolled his eyes and then kissed your temple while he turned to face you. "What about you? Did Mrs May attack you again?"

You let out a small laugh while you snuggled up even closer to him, not being able to feel him close enough, ever.

"She didn't attack me today because she wasn't there. They let her go, her arm is fully healed. That means no more sassy ladies in their late 40s." Pedri couldn't help but smile while he looked at you, your eyes were focusing on the tv in front of the bed.

Then you tried to move even closer to him by putting your leg over his. "Babe what are you doing?" Your boyfriend asked after you were basically sitting on top of him.

"I want to feel you closer." You looked up at him, his eyes drove you crazy as they looked down at you. Pedri tried to maintain his excitement as you could mean many things with that.

"I have an idea of how you can feel me closer." Pedri smiled and you sat up so that you could face him better.

"Pedri, I'd love to but hear me out, we have been up too many nights doing things. Maybe we should take a break so that you can get rid of those eye rings." You cupped his face and then caressed his face with your thumbs.

"But I love doing things." He said sarcastically and that made you laugh while he laid you back on the couch and started kissing your neck.

"Fine," you exhaled deeply as you then pulled him into a deep kiss and his hands immediately started roaming that familiar body of yours.

Hot breaths and teeth clashing was noticeable while you two took off your clothes. Now being naked on top of eachother you turned things around.

You spun Pedri around so that he was below you on the couch, a wide smirk displayed on his face as he looked up at you, his hands sliding up your body as he took your tits into his hands.

"Needy much, unable to keep your hands away from me Pedri boy" You smiled and he immediately pouted and removed his hands.

"Go on then, let's see if you can ride me without help." Pedri mumbled and propped his head up on a pillow. That was probably a stupid decision since you knew that your knees would give out in less than a minute but your ego kept your hopes high.

So hovering above his dick with your pussy, you began to slowly sink down on him. Low whimpers coming from your mouth as you clenched around him.

Pedri smirked as he raised his eyebrows a bit. "Go on, ride me, show me what you're able to do." You started moving your hips in circular motions at first, he felt himself stretch out your walls and that turned him on extremely.

Then you started to hop up and down his dick, as you predicted, about one minute later you were running out of energy. Pedri noticed that you couldn't keep yourself up anymore, so as you sunk fully down on him and he was balls deep inside of you, he flipped you around. You below him, you were caught in a cage of his arms and legs.

"I told you cariño, won't be able to handle this big fat cock on your own, you'll need to be a good girl for me." Pedri leaned closer to you and whispered into your ear.

His hot breath sent shockwaves through your body to your throbbing clit which was basically asking for attention while Pedri's dick was still burried between your hips.

You whined as he pushed himself even deeper, his hips touching yours and he felt that you clenched around him again. So he rapidly pulled out and started thrusting into you at a rapid speed again.

The headboard hitting against the wall and skin slapping was heard in the whole building as Pedri fucked the shit out of you.

Loud moans escaped your lips as Pedri then moved his hand to his mouth to wet his thumb which he then used to rub your clit in circular motions.

You arched your back up against him and he sat back as he grabbed your hips and began to move you up and down his dick, while you were completely in a shock state.

Your upper body still on the mattress as he moved his hips against yours rapidly. "You're doing so good for me, clench around me sweetheart, I know you like it." And you did as Pedri asked you to, you clenched around him and that was when he let go of your hips and now your whole body was on the sheets.

"Yeah, good, like that, joder-" Pedri groaned as his thursts became uneven and then you felt his dick twitch inside of you. Warm ropes of his semen shot up into your pussy as you finally found an opportunity to catch your breath.

Pedri left his dick inside you as he laid down on you and put his head on your chest. He was out of breath too and his chest was rising up rapidly.

"Give me a second princesa." He kissed your skin and you nodded your head while running your finges through his hair.

You started stroking your fingers up and down his back, his skin was soft but a bit sticky due to the sweat.

Pedri then kissed your chest one last time and then pushed himself up from your body, lofting his bodyweight off of yours.

You whined as his cock moved inside of you, you still hadn't come yet and now Pedri was gonna make sure that you will.

So he locked eyes with you and then began moving his hips back and fourth while holding eye contact. his brown eyes staring you down as you moaned, however you were unable to look away from him.

As you arched your back up against, the tip of his cock began stroking your g-spot and a loud moan escaped your lips in that second.

Pedri kept hitting that spot while he kept looking at your eyes. As you finally looked back at his eyes, he moved them for a second to look at his hand pressing down on your lower stomach. Suddenly everything inside of you felt so tight and you clenched around him hard as you came.

Legs trembling as he pulled his cock out of you and pumped his hand up and down on his length until his head hung low, groans escaped his lips and his sperm spilled onto your stomach.

He leaned down to put his head against your forehead until your breaths slowed down and then he put his lips onto yours.

"Are you up for a shower?" Pedri asked and you nodded. Your legs trembled a bit as you stood up and walked over to the bathroom.

Pedri pushed you against the cold tiles of the shower while the water was running. His face burried in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin.

You whined as he then moved his hands to grope your ass, you pushed him back a bit and he looked at you, his lips plump and colored in a pinkish tone.

"It's 2 am Pedri, you have to get up in 6 hours." You told him but he shook his head and then put his lips on yours, making out with you passionately.

"One more round and then we're done." He told you and you exhaled deeply while making eye contact.

"Fine" But as you feared, it wasn't just one round.

the next day

"Buenas, is everyone feeling well?" Xavi walked into the locker room while everyone was changing. While the others said hello to Xavi, Pedri was sitting in front of his locker, rubbing his eyes.

"Dios mio Pedri, what did you do all night?" Xavi asked him and everyone around him laughed.

"Couldn't sleep." Pedri gave him a weak smile.

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dungeonpuppykai · 28 days

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|| Ponytail Princess ||

Description: Pedri ties your hair in a ponytail before you go down on him.

Pairing: Daddy-Dom Bf!Pedri | Subby gf!You.

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, ddlg vibes, Daddy kink, blow job/oral sex, deep throating, choking, hair pulling, m!dom, f!sub, dirty talk, smut with feelings. Minors do not interact.

Note: I've got 40 minutes, let's see if we can do this.

"Come here, mi vida" your cheeks are aflame because you know why Pedri calls for you, his muscular thighs that are clad in some shorts spread across the living room couch that he is seated on. One of his damp tank tops cling to his freshly showered skin as he toys with a brown elastic band with one hand, the other running through his wet mat of thick dark hair.

"Y- Yes, Ped–" your face tingles when he tuts with a lopsided smirk, head lazily tilted to one side as his eyes lazily trail up and down your body that dons nothing but one of his old jerseys, the silk underwear you're wearing underneath hidden because of how the article above it covers you.

"Now you know better than to call me that, baby" your feet slowly patter against the floorboards as you approach him before you halt between his legs and gracefully lower yourself onto your knees.

"Sorry… D- Daddy" you correct yourself breathlessly as you settle in place, body propped up on your heels that dig into your bottom.

"Good girl…" His words cause for an explosion of hot tingles to erupt in your abdomen as your nether regions clench in sensitivity and raw wanton. "Now…" The smell of his body wash and aftershave wafts into your nostrils when he leans forward to catch your hair in his slender fingers and collect them into a ponytail by raking the tips through your locks.

Your eyes softly flutter as you meekly wait for him to prepare you for himself how he desires you today, clasped hands politely resting in your lap as you wordlessly appreciate his perfect features through your shy lashes.

Pedri hums when he has secured your strands in a firm ponytail on the top of your head, parting it into two and then pulling the divisions in opposite directions to slide the band further down until he is satisfied and assured that it is not too uncomfortable for you; his best girl.

"C'mon, babygirl" his voice is low as his words are barely a mutter. Your boyfriend moves back to rest his tired back against the couch rest again but keeps one dominant hand on his handiwork that he has made out of your hair. "You know how to make it worth my while…" Your hips feel as though they have dwindled in on one another.

Fuck, you need him so bad already, and he has barely even started.

"Yes, Daddy" you move once you have been given the permissive order, obediently bending towards his clothed crotch to press your soft lips against the tent that towers through the thin material of his shorts.

"Now…" Pedri's breathing becomes heavy and voice deepens with lust for he is just as affected by you as you are by him. "What do we say, baby?" The hairs on your nape rise when you speed up the peppering of pecks that you are bestowing upon his covered privates and the fingers that he had been running through your ponytail now begin to coil and uncoil the strands between them; subtly hinting what's coming.

"T- Thank you for letting me touch you, Daddy" you respond like the well behaved little girl that you are for him, now reaching for his heavy sack with one of your excited yet coy hands and feeling his balls through the fabric of his shorts. Pedri hums in approval; a signal that you are doing exactly what he needs from you right now.

"Good girl…" He has to hold back his wavering words to choke out the shudder that threatens to escape him when the tip of your nose grazes against his bulge and unknowingly drags along one of his thick, pulsating veins. "Good fucking girl, mi vida, go on…" His praises help elevate your confidence and your fingers begin to touch and squeeze more and more of him. "Take it out, come on. Show me how well your Daddy has raised you" your holes clench at his filthy words that he utters with a nearly nonchalant face and your cheeks glow a deep shade of crimson at how sexily unbothered he comes across.

You slowly trail your kisses up and to the waistband of his shorts before you reach for one of the strings with your teeth and bite down on it before softly yanking at it to undo the knot. As your hand begins to close around his nutsack to palm it in the way he likes, his snakes around the length of your ponytail.

"Fuck, baby" Pedri curses when you arrest the band of his shorts in your teeth next and widen the gap by drawing your head backwards. You know how much he likes it when you make as much use of your mouth as you possibly can. "You're doing so well for me already" the faintest of smiles grace your features and you can't help but flicker your eyes up and away from his raging hardon that is now being revealed with every passing second to look up at him. His temples are moist with excitement, while cheeks along with the tips of his ears are rosy due to the intense height of his evergrowing arousal.

"Hmmm…" You can't help but moan at the sight of his tip that spills out thick, pearly hot precum the moment it fully comes into your view, your greedy fingers snatching the rest of the cover away before your tongue darts out to catch it to avoid it going to waste.

Fuck.

Your thighs quiver at the warm salty taste.

Pedri's cock is the prettiest you've ever seen and you are utterly obsessed with both its appearance and how it feels both inside and outside you. Even if you tried, you wouldn't be able to hide the fact that you could go on like this; seated on your knees with your mouth stuck to it, for days and perhaps even weeks on end.

"Fuck, amor, just like that…" Your lips pucker against his stiff, beet red tip as you pepper kisses all over it, dragging your fingertips from his balls to the base of his mighty girth and further up the lower area of his glorious length to form a fist around it.

You like to joke that the inches that your boyfriend lacks in height, he makes up for in the size of his cock to earn yourself a smack or two on your ass every now and then.

But it is not an exaggeration by any means.

You needily hum again, parting your lips to insert his tip in the entrance of your oral cavity as you gently suck at the thick crest, occasionally stopping to swirl your wet tongue around the girth while the base of your palm caresses his scrotum and fingers dance along his pulsating dick.

Pedri tightens his hold on your ponytail with a groan when your tongue accidentally glides over one of his veins that seems to branch out into two ends and you know you've got it. You scoot closer to him and push forward a wad of spit from the back of your throat, using your flushed mouth to spread it everywhere you can reach without choking because yes, you still have a somewhat intact gag reflex regardless of how huge your boyfriend is.

Your boyfriend assures you that he doesn't mind though.

Because he enjoys the struggle his cock puts you through.

You tell yourself small steps, and all.

Your hand meets the slick you've accumulated along his sensitive skin halfway and you pump his cock, tightening your lips around the upper half of the sex organ until you have to hollow your cheeks. Your lustful gaze peers up at him as he moans through his parted lips, perfectly shaped eyebrows creased together. Although your boyfriend seems vulnerable and affected, submissiveness -as always- is still untraceable on his handsome features.

It is something you learnt a few months into being physical with Pedri; he is always in control. No matter the position or the act, he is the one who calls the shots and holds the reigns of authority between the two of you.

But he is a fair and compassionate lover with a most heartwarming propensity to take care of others.

So it is okay with him.

He has shown you that in the time you have been together.

For once, giving up all autonomy isn't so bad.

Or frightening.

"Shit, baby" he groans once you start timidly -for his size will never not be intimidating to you- bobbing your head up and down his cock, feeling your jaw tick because of how it has to stretch around his girth. You moan each time you move southwards and his hold on your hair causes a soft tug at your scalp, the sound sending vibrations down his cock in turn. "I can't–" and with that, he pushes down on the back of your head and readjusts his grip on your ponytail to control you better.

Your shoulders push upwards as your body jerks forward in surprise, an involuntary cough rising in the back of your mouth because of how the sudden motion forces his length to sheath itself all the way down the opening of your throat.

"Fuck, so warm and tight for me as always, baby" Pedri begins to guide your mouth -which is more moving it up and down his cock like a fleshlight- along his dick, throwing his head back to let out an inaudible curse when you finally aquaint your free hand with the base of his sack, since it's all too much for your one small hand or mouth to handle.

You always need as much support as you possibly can when you suck your Daddy's cock.

"Such a good girl" his voice wavers each time he jerks his hips upwards and into your mouth to aid the movements of your head. "Fuck, mi vida. You look so pretty all flushed and messy because of my cock" your own holes blink needily at that and you hurriedly pump him with your fist as your other hand roughly fondles his balls that always feel so amazing when they slap against your bottom when he is pounding his cock into you deep and hard.

"Fuck, baby!" Pedri falls over the edge with a loud string of jumbled up curses and praises, hurriedly pulling you closer by the hold he has on your hair to feel the imprint of his cock against your soft skin as he fucks his orgasm down your throat in rough, short paced, quick thrusts that move through you in a pulsing fashion. "My perfect girl…" You sputter and heave for air as your teary eyes sting due to the way you are peeking up at him through your lashes, the raw pleasure on his sweaty face as well as the way his fingers dancing along your throat to feel himself as he defiles your swallowing tract ruining what little had remained of your expensive panties.

You are finally allowed to breathe again when the height of his orgasm subsides and now he just needs a few lazed out sloppy thrusts in your oral cavern to relieve himself of any residual euphoria, the action causing your back to arch as your tingling lungs claw and pull down at any air they can gather, your chest jutting outwards to press against the couch as you do.

Turning your head to the side, you lean it against one of his thighs as you softly pump his cock with your fingers, feeling his hold on your hair relax. You reach for the salty apex of his dick with your tongue and rub the tips of the two organs together, occasionally dragging your lips back and forth along the expanse of it and poking at a vein or two with the blade of your oral muscle.

Your head is empty and numb with the exception of one mindless mantra that keeps ringing in your head and ears alike;

Finish sucking Daddy's cock, and then mount it.

A bit longer than an hour, not bad in my opinion. Feedback and reblogs are much appreciated <3

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sargeant-bxrnes · 1 year

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speechless

summary: pedri was mad and you couldn't get him to stop arguing; so you did something that left him speechless. or when you flash your boyfriend to shut him up. [requested.]

warnings! : arguments, jealousy, slight possessive!pedri. SMUT: grinding, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected, rough wall sex. [it’s messy ngl, but it ends on a sweet note.]

wc: 1.8K

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"You're being childish."

Pedri scoffed and shook his head, focusing his attention on the road. "I'm not."

"He’s just a friend, baby, you have no reason to be acting like this."

Your calm behavior only seemed to tick him off even further. Admittedly, your friend Daniel had always been a flirt but you never followed his game, that was the dynamic of your friendship, it was never meant to turn into anything more. The thing is... Pedri didn't quite understand that, he immediately saw red.

"I know what I saw, Y/N. He was looking at you like he wanted you all to himself."

You sighed heavily, about to repeat yourself for the third time in under ten minutes. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. Daniel is just being friendly."

"Friendly? He was practically drooling over you," Pedri retorted with another scoff.

"He's not," you said firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. "and even if he was, it wouldn't matter. I don't want him. I'm with you, remember?"

Pedri's eyes flicked to you for a second before returning to the road. "I just don't like the way he looks at you, or the way he talks to you."

"Well, if my word doesn't mean anything to you then you're just going to have to get over it." you replied, your voice laced with annoyance. You exited the car in hopes of escaping the argument, but the attempt was futile as your boyfriend followed you suit.

"Get over it?"

"Ugh, can we please just drop it?" you sighed, growing frustrated with the constant argument.

You opened the door of your house and walked in, hearing the echo of Pedri's hurried steps following you down the hallway, he clearly wasn't done with the issue and you had no clue of what to do.

Pedri shook his head, "No, I'm not gonna drop it. He needs to know—"

Whatever Pedri was about to say got lost in the midst of lustful thoughts that took over him as soon as you suddenly lifted your shirt, revealing your bare chest at him.

He was speechless, his eyes moving from yours to your tits, your lips and back to your tits, his lips parted as he breathed heavier.

Since that seemed to be enough to shut him up, you were about to pull down your shirt only to be stopped by your boyfriend, who quickly took a hold of your shirt's hem and pushed it over your head, taking it off, moving close enough to have you trapped between his body and the wall.

No words were needed, his lips found yours in an instant, kissing you with desperation and lust combined in a perfectly messy kiss. One of your hands positioned on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

Your hands met his shoulders as his lips moved down your neck with a very specific direction, to your chest, his hand slipped between your body and the wall, making you arch your back just about enough for him to be able to lean down and capture one of your nipples on his mouth, his teeth grazing over before he swirled his tongue around it.

Your fingers got tangled in his short hair, your back arching even further by mere instinct, seeking out pleasure. His other hand moved to your other breast, fondling it and twisting the nipple subtly between his thumb and index finger. You tried to keep a hold of yourself, but as soon as he twirled his tongue around your nipple and sucked, while his hand pinched your other nipple, you lost all sense of decency by letting out a moan.

"Pedri, please." you begged, though you didn't know what you were begging for exactly.

He sorted that out as he slipped his hands under your skirt, pulling your underwear down slightly and signalling what he wanted you to do, which you did, taking off your underwear as he kissed you.

Trying to follow the thread of pleasure, your hips started to move against him, seeking friction by grinding against him, he noticed how desperate you were, so he slipped a leg between yours, offering you his thigh to get off.

Noticing you were picking up pace, he felt like he needed to change the dynamic to become more present on your pleasure, to claim it, so he took a hold your wrists, pinning them against the wall.

His other hand moved down, between your legs, and sneaked in between your legs entirely, his fingers making immediate contact with your wetness, fingers getting wet on your arousal.

"You're a fucking mess," he said with a condescending tone, smirking to the side. "And all that for me, cariño?”

"All for you." you praised senselessly, too lost in the pleasure to know what else to say and hoping it would be enough for him to use his fingers on you.

And it worked, your praise did its thing, for he soon slipped two long and slender fingers inside you, quickly picking up a pace that had you moaning his name again and again, a chant he loved.

Your body squirmed in pleasure, and as his hand was keeping yours pinned against the wall, you couldn't touch him or do anything but take the pleasure he was giving you, you were at his mercy and he could do anything to you.

His lips pressed back against yours, capturing every single moan and sound with his lips, his tongue slipped back home just as his body pressed closer to you in attempt to grind.

His fingers kept their relentless pace, only now they'd began to curl on the perfect spot, making your hips jerk up with the purpose of fucking yourself deeper with his fingers.

Your orgasm was close and both knew it, his fingers accelerated and your hips ground harder, chasing your pleasure until you found it and a wave of warmness and relief invaded you, a moan of 'fuck' leaving your lips in an almost pornographic manner.

He'd never been harder in his entire life. He barely gave you time to recover before he pulled down his pants, his cock springing out and slapping against his abs.

His hand wrapped around his length as he began to stroke his dick, you kept your eyes on it, seeing how he aligned himself with your entrance, his tip teasing your clit by pressing against it and dragging down.

"Look at me," he demanded, but you were too entranced on the sight of his dick teasing your entrance. "Amor, look at me."

His tone had been sever, so you forced yourself to look up at him, directly to his eyes, and just as you did, he thrusted up, his cock entering you so slow you could feel every single detail, every vein, every curve.

He smirked mischievously when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your walls immediately clenching around him, already feeling pleasure with him slipping in.

"Fuck, you feel so good." he moaned out, completely lost in the pleasure.

And so, with a nod of consent of your behalf, your boyfriend let loose.

He began fucking you with a merciless pace, his hips snapping against yours deep and hard and fast, his tip kissing against your gspot with every single thrust of his hips.

"Let me touch you, please," you managed to say in between moans, speaking as clearly as you could. "Please."

"You think you deserve it?" he asked, emphasizing every word with a thrust.

What were you supposed to say? You chose to remain quiet, instead you arched your back and pressed your breasts against him, clenching your walls around his dick.

He had limited restraint, and to be fair, he was longing to feel your hands on his body again.

Instantly your hands went to his shirt, pulling it off his body and kissing his chest messily in gratefulness. Now with your hands on him, his pace picked up, and for the first time since you'd started, you wrapped your arms around his body, bodies melting into each other as he kept fucking you like a man possessed.

You'd never been fucked so good in your entire life.

His lips went back to yours and a hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and circling it fast, helping you get closer and closer to cumming.

And you did, you moaned into his lips as your hips jerked against his, walls spasming as he kept his relentless pace, fucking you through the feeling.

“Remember only I know your body so well, only I can fuck you like this.” he mumbled in your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his pace remained.

He followed suit, his thrusts erratic, hips stuttering as he released into you, warmness filling you with ropes of white liquid.

Your body felt limp, and if it weren't for his arms holding you, you would've fallen to the floor. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder as he regained his breath, still buried inside you, kissing your cheek.

He slipped out of you and with his aid you made it to the master bathroom— Pedri silently turned on the shower, preparing the shower for both.

"Are you good?" he eventually mumbled, walking back to you, since you'd been standing by the door.

"More than good." you chuckled out, with a soft smile, reaching out to him, your hand caressing his cheek.

Pedri chuckled, but you could see that some of the tension from the argument was still present, his face troubled and a little pout on his lip.

"I'll tell him to back off, I'll even put some distance between Daniel and I if that's what you want." you agreed, taking Pedri's hand in yours.

"No mi vida, don't get me wrong, I don't want you to lose your friend," He shook his head as he took your hand in between his and pressed a kiss. “that's not what I meant."

"Then I don't get it—" you admitted honestly, lost as to what he wanted.

"I want him to get it through that thick head of his that you're not single anymore, you haven't been for a year now," Pedri assured you, his eyes looking deeply into yours as his hand found home on your cheek, "you're with me and he should stop flirting with you to try to get into your pants, because that's never going to happen while I'm here, and I want to inform you, señorita, that I intend to spend the rest of my life with you."

Your heart melted with his words, and you felt partly sorry for failing to acknowledge his reasons earlier, to be fair he had every right to get jealous.

"I love you." you admitted honestly, kissing the palm of the hand he had on your cheek.

"And I love you, always."

"I'm sorry for the argument," you apologized earnestly. "I get what you mean, I never realized I was stringing him along, or that he was being serious with all that flirting."

"Me too, but at least we're on the same page now, mi vida," he admitted with a shrug. "now, let's take a shower, yeah? And then we can cuddle all night long if you want."

You nodded and both made it to the shower, where you proceeded to take a well deserved shower with your boyfriend, filled with caresses, loving kisses and laughs.

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pedrisbanana · 1 year

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pedri and joao threesome pls 🙏🏻💕 absolutely love everything u write

Their cum as lipgloss >...

Enjoy 🍌

Twice The Fun

You were squealing like a little school girl, when you opened your package. After removing the wrapping paper, the royal blue fabric greeted you. The polyester was soft between your fingers, when you took the shirt from the box.

You smiled.

Another piece for your collection. Immediately after seeing the transfer announcement on his instagram, you went to the FC Chelsea website and placed your order.

Scrunching your nose at the chemical smell, you cut the labels and put it in the washing machine. 20 Minutes and it will smell fresh as ever.

His jerseys held a special place in your closet, right behind your dresses and blouses. All of them neatly hung up on black coat hangers, sorted by club and season. You started collecting them long before meeting Pedri, who wasn't exactly fond of your little obsession with Chelsea's new striker starlet.

So when you sat on the couch two days later, watching Chelsea's Champions League match and Pedri came home from practice, he gave you a cold stare instead of the usual kiss. All because of that damn name on the back of the jersey.

"So you're a Chelsea fan now ?" Your boyfriend asked mockingly, sitting down next to you.

You smirked. "Only until the end of the season, then I can watch him beat your ass in LaLiga again"

"I should bend you over and give your ass a little beating for talking to me like that" Pedri replied, obviously pissed off.

"I really don't get why you're so jealous. I'm just a fan" you poked his chest playfully.

"I'm not jealous! João Felix is a fucking arrogant asshole, who thinks he's the next Ronaldo just bc he scored a few goals. You shouldn't sit here, wearing his jersey." Pedri crossed his arms.

You decided to push his buttons a little more. "and yet he's there playing Champions League and you sit here, exhausted from extra training, because you disqualified from Europa League"

The midfielder rolled his eyes. "If he's so great then why aren't you there with him ? I bet you'd let him fuck you after the match, the way you're jumping up and down just because he hit the crossbar. Any 4th grader would've scored that."

"If you had asked me in 2019 I'd tell you yes. I thought his braces were really hot" you admitted, focus back on the TV.

Pedri laughed. "His braces ?" You joined in, glad he lightened his mood.

"What can I say I am obsessed"

He looked at you, raising a brow. "So you're telling me you didn't think about it recently"

"If I say I did, will you get a pissed again ?" you nudged his shoulder.

You leaned close to his ear, not waiting for a reply. "Because I did, but don't worry, only when Barcelona played against Atletico. Twice the fun, right ?"

Teasing Pedri with João wasn't your best choice. You boyfriend had been acting annoyed all week and ignored your affectionate tries to lighten him up. You decided to surprise and apologize to him.

Pedri had a new campaign photoshoot with Adidas today, meaning he would probably come home late.

You dimmed the light in your shared bedroom and lit a few tea lights to set the mood. Pedri loved it when you wore lingerie and you had just found the right set on your shopping trip today. It came with a matching robe which wouldn't make you feel too naked. The color was a soft red, powdery and not to bright, complimenting your skin tone.

The thought of Pedri's lips teasing your skin as he slowly took the lace of your body made you shiver in delight. He wouldn't be able to resist you.

Putting on some light makeup, you heard the lock turning. You quickly applied some last layers of mascara and went to the hallway.

You jumped into your boyfriends arms, pulling him into a heated kiss. His hands caught your waist under the robe caressing your hips. Your fingers caressed his cheek as you broke the kiss, staring into his deep brown eyes.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased you. I'm more obsessed with you than with João." you said, hoping he'd accept it.

"Didn't sound like that when Pedri told me about it." a voice with familiar accent stated. You know that voice.

You let go of your boyfriend to see if your guess was right, but it couldn't be. You must be hallucinating.

João Félix was standing in your hallway. He wore a beige oversized t-shirt with the logo of some designer brand and light ripped jeans. You looked back and forth between the Portuguese and Pedri.

So many questions ran through your mind.

"I wanted to apologize for being an asshole and Félix and I did the photoshoot together so I invited him to meet you since you love him so much." Pedri explained, pushing you a little towards João.

"I- ummm. Hey." the blush that decorated your face and neck must make you look like a beet.

"Hey." João smiled at you and checked out your outfit. Realizing you were still only wearing the rather revealing set of underwear, you wrapped the robe around yourself.

"I'll umm go change." The presence of João made you forget how to think properly.

"No need to. Red is my favourite color, but I'm sure you know that." João said teasingly, a smirk curling on his lips. His hand caught your arm, holding you from leaving.

You stopped in your tracks and you were sure you forgot how to breathe for a second. Did he just flirt with you ?

His grip on your arm was firm but soft. It made your whole body shiver. You turned your head to see Pedri's reaction. He must be fuming.

To your surprise you're easily provoked sweetheart was watching the scenery without a hint of anger or annoyance.

"You do look irresistible. What a nice surprise-" Pedri looked at João and winked. "- for both of us."

You shot a confused look towards Pedri, about to ask what he was up to when he walked towards you. Trapped between the two footballers, you swallowed.

"Isn't this what you dreamed about, princesa ? Twice the fun. Remember ?" His voice went straight to your core, soaking your panties.

Of course you remembered. The thought of both Pedri and João touching you helped you fall asleep many nights, but that was it. Just a fantasy.

João moved his hand to undo your robe. He slightly towered over you due to his height, lips almost touching your temple. You leaned into him, inviting him to go further.

Pedri slipped his hand inside your panties. The pads of his fingers finding you wet and needy.

If you thought about what was happening right now, you'd probably laugh, but you couldn't rationally think right now. João's and Pedri's hands on your body was all you could think about.

João discarded your robe and opened your bra with a flick of his fingers.

"You're so pretty." he whispered. His voice was drowned in arousal.

You wanted to speak up, but he cupped your breasts and massaged them, which had you moaning instead. Your boyfriend started to kiss your neck.

Somewhere between João teasing your now hardened nipples and Pedri having two fingers pumping in and out of you, the three of you ended up in the bedroom.

You were sitting on the edge of the bed and watched as João took his shirt off. His skin was tan and his muscles defined. He sat next to you on the duvet and Pedri encouraged you to be more confident.

João caressed your hair as you opened the fly of his jeans. His long fingers combed through the strands and he leaned back a little. His dark brown eyes watched you intensely. Your hand reached inside his boxers.

He was hard and warm in your hand. The other found leverage on his knee. João let out a breathy moan when you started to move your hand up and down, spreading the precum leaking at the tip. His hand wrapped around yours to tighten your grip around him, teaching you how he'd like it.

You moved your sitting position to kneel beside him on the bed. The wetness between your thighs felt sticky and you rotated your hips slightly to create some friction.

"Put me inside your mouth, amor." The striker whispered, hand wrapped around the back of your neck.

Strong hands pulled at your hips as you leaned down. Pedri's hand sneaked inside your panties again, finding your pulsing clit.

You let spit run over João's tip, covering his shaft, before taking him. Teasing the head by tracing the small furrow on the underside with your tongue made him call out your name. You clenched your thighs.

Your boyfriend pulled your legs apart with one hand, keeping them apart with one knee. Pedri kneeled behind you. His hips flush with your ass. He must've taken his pants off, because you felt his hot skin on yours.

João's other hand started to play with your hair again as he watched you take more of his cock.

"That's perfect, take all of me." he praised you, slightly pushing your head down by the neck. He added just enough pressure to make you press yourself against Pedri's erection. The midfilder let go of your hip to play with one of your nipples. Pulling and twisting it, making it harder not to grind against him.

Removing your hand from João's shaft, you grasped his shoulder. The hand on his knee moved to play with his balls. They were full and heavy and João thrust his hips up, making you gag.

Tears formed in your eyes from the burning sensation in your throat. João found a fast pace with his hips, hitting the back off your throat repeatedly. You were on the edge with Pedri rubbing your sensitive spot.

You came with tears and spit running from your face, still swallowing João's cock.

Pedri pulled you up and João wiped your tears with his thumbs. Pedri held you to him and kissed your flushed cheek.

"That was so hot, princesa. Can't wait to be inside of you." he said, lips warm against your face.

João's warmth disappeared as he got up to take his pants off, but you stopped him. Reaching forward you pulled his jeans and briefs now all the way down.

His thighs looked strong as he walked towards you. He turned to Pedri, asking him something in Portuguese which you didn't understand. Pedri laughed and nodded, replying.

João went over to one of your drawers but before you could see what he did, Pedri pulled you into a kiss. His tongue massaged yours and his hand intertwined with yours. You reached under his shirt, feeling the muscles of his six pack.

The midfielder broke the kiss to take his shirt off, only his boxers covering him now. You wanted to please him. He shouldn't have to watch you have fun with João, even though Pedri had encouraged all of this.

"Lay down." he whispered and grabbed some pillows from the headboard.

As you were getting comfortable, Pedri positioned one pillow beneath your head and one beneath your ass. His hands explored your body doing so, touches lingering longer than needed. It got you excited all over again.

The bed dipped beside you as Joao came back. His hands travelled from your knees to the dip of your waist, spreading them in the motion. He hooked his fingers into your panties and slid them off you. His hand immediately cupped your exposed pussy and you bucked into him.

He watched you squirm, lips slightly parted and moved to lay beside you. His lips left butterfly kisses on your shoulder, goosebumps erupting on your skin. Two of his long fingers entered you, making you arch into the pillows.

After discarding his briefs, Pedri appeared on your other side. He whispered declarations of love into your neck. You felt something cold on your wet folds and hissed. João pulled his fingers out, spreading the cold liquid over your sensitive pussy, before moving them back inside.

At least you thought so, but his digits only teased your entrance before guiding them lower. His middle finger teased the little ring of muscles, making you shriek in shock. He stopped.

Pedri caressed your cheek and pressed his forehead against yours.

"I'll be careful. You'll like it if you relax." João mumbled against your shoulder.

Your boyfriend moved his hands down your lower stomach to find you're prepared and dripping. He easily slid his fingers inside.

"I'm here, mi vida. I've got you." Pedri said, curling his fingers. You cuddled into him. "We've got you."

Pedri made you feel safe.

João moved slightly atop of you. His free hand exploring your chest and his lips followed. When he teased your nipple with his tongue, he continued to massage your back entrance.

This time you relaxed, enjoying the new sensations. The tip of his finger slipped inside as Pedri found your sweet spot inside of you.

You felt your orgasm building up and Joao pressed further inside. He slowly started to move in and out, reaching hidden spots.

The name on your lips was now his. He chuckled against your breast. "I told you you'll like it."

Pedri circled your clit, wanting you to reach your peak. He had you clenching uncontrollably around him in seconds. João took the opportunity to slip a second finger inside of you. You barely even noticed it, being focused on the electricity making your body spasm. He bit down on your nipple.

Now focusing on your other breast, he increased the pace of his fingers and Pedri, too, continued the play of his fingers.

"Hermosa, you're a sight." Pedri moaned against your lips. His sweaty hair stuck to his forehead. His cheeks were flushed. He looked so sexy when he was aroused, you almost started drooling.

João looked up at you from your chest, releasing your abused bud with a pop. "I think you're ready to take my cock now, amor."

He cocked his eyebrow and smirked. Removing his fingers, he crawled next to you. Pedri guided you to lay on your side, facing him. Your boyfriend handed João the lube again.

Your heart thumbed in your chest. You had never experienced this much pleasure. Pedri hooked your leg over his waist, pulling you closer.

Finally you could feel his cock against you. You were impossibly wet, his tip immediately slipping inside, being pressed flush.

Pedri fucked you in a static pace, enough to make you moan, but not enough to make you come. His face pressed into your chest, hands spreading your cheeks for João.

You clawed at Pedri's back, surely leaving bruises. Arching your back into him, he increased the speed of his hips. You barely even noticed João entering your backside. He felt big, too big to make this pleasurable, but these two had proved you wrong before.

Guiding his cock further, he moaned your name into your neck. His hands held your hips in a vice grip. He filled you out completely, waiting for you to get used to the feeling.

Your hand found his and he slightly intertwined your fingers, resting them on your hip.

"You're doing so well, amor. Taking two cocks at the same time." João kissed your shoulder.

You couldn't quite register what he said, your thoughts and feelings overwhelmed by the intense pleasure. Your face felt sticky as you pressed it into the pillow. You didn't know if it was from the tears or the sweat.

Pedri groaned into your chest as João started to move. They must feel each other pleasuring you. After a few thrusts the two synchronized each other. The sounds coming from your mouth were pure and raw desire.

"This feels so good, makes me think we should invite him more often. What do you think, cariño ?" Pedri toyed with your nipple between his teeth, making you nod and scream out in pleasure. He never had a better idea.

João grinned against your neck and moved your joined hands to your middle. He let go of your fingers, but you trapped his hand in a vice grip. His fingers found your clit, drawing figure eights.

The third orgasm of the night crashed over you in waves. It felt even better than the first two.

Expecting the boys to come inside of you, you tried to move your hips, riding out your orgasm.

They had other plans, as João carefully pulled out and detached himself from his hugging position against you. Pedri followed and slid up to the headboard.

His crotch was now at level with your face, cock glistening with your juices. You felt João's hands guide you on all fours above Pedri, repositioning the pillow under your pelvis.

João slipped inside your pussy with ease, filling you to the brim. You clenched around him greedily accepting his hard thrusts. His balls slapped against your throbbing clit.

Pedri jerked his cock, guiding your head onto him by holding your hair in his hand at the back of your skull. Taking him fully, he moved the hand from his manhood to rest comfortably on the pillows behind his neck.

Before you got to enjoy to blow your boyfriend, João released himself inside you. He pulled out, spilling some of his cum on your pussy and ass.

This didn't bother you enough to stop sucking Pedri off. His cock was familiar between your lips and you knew exactly how to move to get him to lose control.

João didn't let go of your hips. His fingers spread his cum over your core and found your clit again. The striker soon had you coming for a fourth time.

The vibrating moans at the back of your throat, brought Pedri over the edge. He thrust his hips into your mouth until he was spent. His cum tasted salty, but nice. You liked swallowing him.

Climbing off him, you laid on your back exhausted. Pedri turned to pull you into him. João left into the small attached bathroom.

After getting a washcloth he kneeled between your thighs, softly cleaning you up.

"If Pedri doesn't mind, I'd like to hear more about your little obsession with me, amor."

A/N: Finally I built up the confidence to post this!

Special love and thanks go to @pedrisgatorade & @simpingmyassoff who were so kind to read this over! You're the best!

I really hope you enjoy this and leave me a comment 💕🫣

Love you❤️

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didishawn · 1 year

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Make sure he hears you are taken (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: jealous Pedri, basically he answers your phone to make sure a guy getting too close to you hears how well he fucks you, smut, exhibitionism of some kind I guess, lots of Spanish

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The whole trouble starts with Pedri on his car driving Gavi home after training.

He has been quite busy lately, not having enough attention for you lately so he feels as if he has to make it up to you, taking chance of tomorrow's free day to dine you out then fuck you well into the morning hours.

"Oye, coge mi móvil y llama a y/n, porfa, que quiero confirmar para hoy a la noche" he tells Gavi, the younger boy nodding, unlocking his friend's phone - your birthday the password, and pressing call on your contact, a picture of the two of you, rolling his eyes at how obsessively in love Pedri is. (hey, take my phone and call y/n, please, that I want to check for tonight)

The phone rings twice before your voice sounds on the other side, putting an instant smile on Pedri's face.

"Hola, amor, ¿como estás?" you greet him. (hey love, how are you?)

"Bien bien, solo quería confirmar si todo sigue en pie para hoy a la noche" you hum in agreement, and he grins widely. (good, good, just wanted to check if everything is still good for tonight)

Then he hears it, male voice in the background, your voice responding to whoever it was, Gavi's eyes widen, wanting to know what is about to come down.

"¿Con quien estás, amor?" (who are you with, love?)

You voice is lowered as you speak next "Un pesado de la uni, diciéndome algo de que quería quedar conmigo esta noche" (some loser from college, telling me something about wanting to hang out with me tonight)

Gavi's mouth is wide open as he side eyes his friend.

"¿Es tonto o que?" (is he stupid or what?)

You hum again at your boyfriend's question "Es muy pesado. Pero mejor lo hablamos luego, que no me quiero ni imaginar la cara de Gavi escuchando el chisme" (he is so annoying. But we better talk later I can't even imagine Gavi's face listening to the gossip)

The younger boy scoffs "¡No estoy chismoseando!" (I am not gossiping!)

"Ajá, si claro, haré que me lo creo. Bueno amor, nos vemos luego, te amo" Pedri says it back and indicates Gavi to hang up. (aha, yeah right, I will do as if I believe that. Well love, see you later, love you)

Pedri's knuckles are white as he grips the steering wheel.

"Tú sabes que ella ni siquiera mira hacia otro hombre" (you know she doesn't even look another man's way)

"Claro que lo se, pero no sé de qué va ese puto payaso, no es que nuestra relación sea secreta ni nada, todo el mundo sabe que estamos juntos" (of course I know that, what I don't know is what that fucking clown is about, it's not like our relationship is a secret, everyone knows we are together)

"No le des muchas vueltas, tú piensa que simplemente es un gilipollas que ya se cansará" (don't think too much about it, just think that he simply is an asshole that will eventually get tired)

But not even Gavi's unusually rational words can keep Pedri's mind away from whoever that fucking asshole is.

Pedri doesn't let his fleeting thoughts ruin your night together, though, even if his mind is full of jealousy.

You know he is jealous, he might be one of the best footballers out there, but acting is not a talent of his.

His fans go wild at how many stories and pictures he has posted tonight, some of them simply showing you off, one of the two of you kissing, another of the fancy restaurant he has taken you to, all photos accompanied by romantic quotes that almost has your eyes full of tears because of how happy they make you.

You know lay on your comfortable couch, a bottle of wine shared between you as you cuddle into his chest, him placing kisses on your head, both of you just happy with each other's company. He looks down at you with so much love in his eyes, a dumb smile on his face as you ramble about your day, your eyes as full of love as his.

Then your phone dings.

You both ignore it, but the sound repeats, once, twice, thrice.

You sigh, picking up the phone, a frown on your face as you see who the messages' sender is.

"¿Pasa algo?" your boyfriend asks you, his face full of concern. (is something wrong?)

You puff and show him the screen, the name of a boy on the notifications, asking you about what you are doing, telling you you would have had so much more fun with him than with 'that football player you are dating', there is a image attached to that Pedri can only guess is a dick pic, another message telling you all about how hot you are - as if you even needed a reminder of that, and how horny you make him.

"Supongo este es el gilipollas, ¿no?" you nod, he scoffs "Maldito cabron de mierda, ¿de que puto va? Asqueroso" (I suppose this is the idiot, right? Fucking, shitty asshole, what the fuck is he going about? Disgusting)

He drops the phone on the couch, his face hidden behind his hands, you approach him, you head in his neck "Lo siento" (you apologise)

He shakes his head "¿De que te disculpas? No es tu culpa sea un baboso" (what are you apologising for? It's not your fault he is a slob)

"Debería haberte dicho antes que no me dejaba en paz" (I should have told you before that he doesn't stop bothering me)

"No es tu culpa, se que he estado ocupado últimamente" (it's not you fault, I know I have been busy lately)

"No es excusa" you say, then lean forward placing a kiss on his neck "Déjame pagártelo" (it's no excuse. Let me make it up to you)

A handsome smile takes over his face, your mouths meeting in a passionate kiss, he cups your face, the kiss leaving you breathless.

He separates, his kisses going lower and sucking your neck, leaving a mark behind, his hands go lower too, gripping the hem of your dress, pushing it up.

"Venga bonita, dejame quitarte este vestido, dejame verte entera" (come on pretty one, let me take this dress off you, yet me see all of you)

You are left only in your panties, having chosen to not wear a bra tonight, his mouth salivating at the sight of you breasts, the cold air gardening your nipples. He leans forward, making you completely lay down as he showers over you, he kisses both breasts, his hips are grinding into yours, he already has you moaning, your hands buried in his hair, pulling on its strands, making it messy.

You are pulling on his shirt, wanting to see more of him, he kisses your check and takes it off, letting you see his strong upper part, your eyes stuck on the signs of the happy trail leading to the bulge his pants struggle to contain. You mouth attaches to his neck, he now lays on the couch, gazing up at you, getting comfortable as you lips go lower, hands unbuckling his belt, you push his pants down, the same with his underwear, his cock bouncing against his stomach, red tip, the veins looking about to explode, there is precum coming out and his balls look heavy.

"¿No vas a chuparla?" he teasingly asks, you roll your eyes. (are you not going to suck it?)

"Todo un caballero. Ni un por favor ni nada" (such a gentleman. Not even a please)

"Por favor, mi diosa a la que amo más que nada en el mundo, chupame la polla. ¿Así mejor?" (please, my goddess who I love more than anything in this world, suck my dick. Is that better?)

You hum, mouth wide open as you struggle to take him down your throat, your hand stimulating what you can't fit, his head goes back, his hands on your hair as you go up and down.

"Joder, pareces un experta y todo" (shit, you feel like an expert and all)

You let go, hand still working up and down "Mi novio me ha ayudado a practicar" (my boyfriend has helped me practice)

"Joder" he moans, hoarse voice high pitched "Suena a que es muy suertudo" (fuck. He sounds like a lucky man)

You kiss his tip, his heart is about to explode at how cute you look "Yo soy la suertuda" (I am the lucky one)

"Debatible" (debatable)

His hands pull on your hair, making you drop his cock as he once more pushes you to lay on the couch, he hovers over you, lips meeting yours as one hand grasps your cheek, the other reaches down to pull off your panties. Once they are gone, that same hand pushes your legs open, a finger starts teasing your clit, all of this without letting go of your lips.

"Dios, como te quiero" he says as you need a breather, he is looking at you as if you had hung the stars on the sky, in his mind you probably have. (god, I love you so much)

There are only inches in between you as he pushes a finger into you, fucking you with it slowly, you basically moaning into his mouth.

"Tan apretada y solo llevo un dedo. ¿Como se va a sentir cuando sea mi polla la que esté dentro?" (so tight and it's only one finger. How will it feel when it's my cock inside?)

You can't respond, now concentrated on the feeling of two fingers inside of you and another rubbing circles on your clit. Breaking eye contact is not a possibility, his eyes call yours, you can only see him, only the two of you left in a world that could be burning down for all you cared, his lips may be kissing your breasts, but his eyes stay on yours.

That is, until the loud ring of your phone, making you groan as you reach to toss it away. Pedri is faster and picks it up, disgust taking over his expression as he sees who the caller is.

"De verdad, que no se puede ser más subnormal" he is about to hung up, when an idea strucks his mind "¿Qué te parece si le dejamos escuchar lo bien que te follo, amor? Así se le queda bien claro que tú solamente eres mía" (seriously, you can't be more stupid. How about we let him hear how well I fuck you, love? So he can understand that you are only mine)

You think it over for a second, then slowly nod making him grin widely before planting along kiss on your lips and picking up the call, placing the phone right next to your head.

You are sure the guy is talking, but you can't really understand what he is saying - something about it you are there, Pedri is on his knees in between your legs, face on your center as he licks a long stripe up, lips wrapping around your clit, you let out a loud moan that they guy on the other side of the phone surely didn't miss.

Pedri is devouring you as if you were his last meal, there fingers now inside of you pumping in and out restlessly, his mouth doesn't leave your clit until he feels you about to cum by the high pitch on your whines and moans. He lets go, leaving you just about to reach the extasis that you long so much for.

He picks you up and turns you around, on all fours you feel him on your entrance, his tip teasing you.

"Recuerda dejarle bien claro que solo hay una persona que te puede tener así" (remember to make it clear there is only one person that can have you like this)

"Pedri!" you whine when he sticks only his tip inside of you, you are breathless, a whining mess as you hide your face in the pillow your boyfriend made sure to be avaible so you aren't as uncomfy.

"Dios, estas ya así cuando ni siquiera he hecho nada todavía. ¿Como vas a aguantar cuando te esté follando como te mereces?" (god, you are like this without me doing anything still. How will you manage when I fuck you like you deserve?)

His tip does playful taps against you, until finally he is entirely in you in one harsh thrust, a loud moan escaping your mouth and into the phone's microphone.

"¿Eso se sintió bien, amor?" you desperately nod and he laughs. (did that feel good, love?)

The pace of his hips is hard and fast, unforgiving, the noise of skin against skin is loud, not as much as you moans and whines, his groans are lower, hoarser. He leans down, biting into your neck, his strong chest against your back as he desperately ruts into you, heavy balls hitting you, his heat enveloping you.

"Deja que escuche lo bien que te follo, déjale claro de quién eres" (let him hear how well I fuck you, make it clear who you belong to)

"Pedri!" you whine, you are close, about to come as you tighten even more around him, trapping him inside you, your sound get hight pitched, so do his groans.

His hips stutter a bit, his pace faltering as he reaches down to you phone, speaking into it "Payaso, ¿te pensabas te iba a dar el placer de escuchar lo linda que se escucha al correr se para mi? Vete a la mierda, déjala en paz" (clown, did you really think I would let you the pleasure of hearing how pretty she sound when she comes for me? Go to hell, leave her alone)

He hangs up and tosses the phone aside, fully concentrating on you and how good you feel, picking you up and setting you on his lap, moving you up and down, thrusting, harshly into you, one hand playing with your clit, his lips attached to your neck.

"Venga bonita, vente para mi, necesito sentirte a mi alrededor" (come on pretty one, cum for me, I need to feel you around me)

You can't really think straight but nod desperately, cumming at once when you feel his tip kissing your cervix, all his cum filling you up to the brim.

It's not enough, you both know that, and by the time you are done, his cum is seeping out from you and it's early morning hours.

Needless to say, the boy never dares to even look you to the eye again.

#pedri #pedri headcanon #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri smut #barca #fc barca #barcelona #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #football imagine #football player #football

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iaeriy · 3 months

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Smut!!! Sub!pedri x dom!reader ??? Like Pedri just bring a bit insecure so the reader assure him that there's no one else in her life other than him? Please and thank you

prove it to me • pedri x reader

summary; as what anon requested! 🧁

word count; 2.6k!

warnings; spanish translated sentences obv, smut, unprotected sex,oral receiving;m!, dom!reader, cowgirl style & lastly, dirty talking.

a/n; NOT PROOFREAD its 10:48 pm i just started writing this the 4th of thursday and its.. now january 13th. YIKES. anywhoo..i needed to clear up some space so i deliver this pedri fic, ps. stop requesting fics, i mean it when my requests are closed 😒. anywhoo! enjoy!🎀

you were currently washing dishes since you decided to take a day off by yourself, you were just scrubbing the plate with the soap and the sponge letting the water run down the sink.. the house was quiet..very quiet the water echoed just a bit, you were so distracted and busy with the dishes you didn’t hear a single footstep around you. you felt pedris hands wrap around your waist, his hands caressing your tummy..a pink little cloud brushing your cheeks. you giggled before turning the water off leaning into his touch, “..te puedo ayudar hermoso..”(can i help you cutie..) you said as he chuckled kissing your temple softly. “mmm..no creo..” (mmm, no i don’t think so..) he said, you giggled before he carried you. you screamed before holding onto him. you were a giggling mess..a loud giggling mess.

“bájame!” (put me down!) you said giggling still before he shook his head before placing you down on the couch, he hovered over your tiny figure as you bursted out giggling yet again. “si me quieres?” (do you love me?) he said looking into your eyes, you cupped his cheek your thumb slightly caressing his cheek. “mhm..i love you a lot..” you said, his eyes narrowing down to you. “be serious with me y/n..” you looked at him, your eyes slightly widening. “i-i’m being honest..you’re the best boyfriend i could ever have..i love you will all my heart..i love every little thing about you..” you said as he tilted his head.

“promise?”

“i pinkie promise pedro..” you said as he smiled, you gave him a small smile before sitting up. “what’s wrong tho? nunca dices cosas así..” you said as he looked away, you huffed holding his hand. “pedro..dime o me voy pal cuarto..” you said before he looked at you, his eyes grew darker, you sensed he was upset..but why? you tilted your head, before placing his hand on your thigh as your hand was placed ontop playing with his fingers hoping he’ll slowly feel better. “tell me..” you murmured before he played with your finger in return, “pensando..” (thinking..) he said, you looked at him. “pensando de que bebè?” (thinking about what baby?” you said wondering so many thoughts. “de que no me quieres..ay un monton de chicos que probablemente son mejor que yo..” (about that you dont love me and theres a lot of guys who are probably better than me..) he said as you gulped, why would he be thinking this? just why?

“pedro..eso no es verdad.. ay chicos que son pendejos y tontos y no saben que hacer. yo te amo..eres perfecto,leal, lindo, cariñoso, solidario y mucho más.” (pedro that’s not true.. theres guys that are bitches and dumb, and they dont know what to do. i love you, you’re perfect, loyal, handsome, caring, supportive and much more..) you said before he tried to speak again, “pero-“ he said before you cut him off, kissing him deeply. he kissed back holding your waist, you slowly crawled on him before he laid his back against the sofa, you were on your fours above him kissing him deeply. “..just listen to me already..” you said in between before holding his cheek, kissing him yet again, he kissed back holding onto your waist his cheeks softly tinting pink at the way of your dominance arousing him.

you bit down on his lip as the action made him groan into your lips, you slipped your tongue inside playing with his tongue, a soft little giggle escaping your mouth before you felt his erection poking you..his tongue playing with yours before you smacked his hand. he winced before you french kissed him before he kissed back, his hand caressing your asscheek as you moaned in his mouth before pulling back, “let’s go. not here.” you said sitting up before he stood up as you got up, holding his finger like a little kid to the bedroom.

the second you got into the room you pulled him in by his shirt, you looked at him giggling before you pushed him on the bed, he looked at you before you pulled down your panties, a string of your wetness also coming down with your panties before kicking them off..you walked over to him as you hovered over him, “shall we see after this if i love you a lot?” you said giggling before booping his nose with your finger as he rolled his eyes, “gonna prove it to me?” he said crossing his arms behind his head against the pillows, eyes narrowing you down watching you pull his joggers down. “indeed i am, just for you.” you said before licking the erection that was clothed in his boxers, a wet patch building up before he looked down at you watching you become so brave.

you got up on the bed before sitting down on your knees as you pulled his boxers down, his cock springing out as it laid against his lower tummy. yout bit your lip, softly chewing on the skin stopping yourself from drooling..your hands grabbing his thick throbbing shaft before you began to stroke him with your small hand, he groaned at your touch already, his length slowly rising up against your palms as a small giggle ran out your lips. “so cute..” you murmured before spitting down, coating his cock with all your saliva stroking him slowly still. he was shocked. and amused at your actions, he never knew there was that particular side of you..until now. you hummed while pumping him before you heard a whiny sound scratch his throat, “what’s wrong baby?” you said tilting your head, your eyes growing darker with lust, staring at him. “n-nothing..p-put your..fuuck..put y-your mouth..around m-me..” he said, earning another giggle from you before smiling at him, you moved your mouth nearly an inch close to his cock before your lips wrapped around the blushing tip, he grunted feeling your mouth as you sucked around the top, just the top.

he moved one of his arms away from his head, his hand cupping your jaw. this earning a small whimper from your muffled mouth as pedri moaned feeling the vibration of your whimper. your tongue slowly doing the work by swirling your tongue in circles, sucking and slobbering around him, yet swallowing some of the pre-cum slowly oozing out of his tip that was spread in your tongue. he was amazed, felt in heaven. you continued your sinful movements before you looked up at him, shooting him a wink before officially burrying your mouth down nearly half his shaft, another moan leaving his lips as you bobbled your head slowly, sucking noises heard from across and echoing the room. your head burrying down his cock as his hands slowly formed a ponytail, he watched you suck down his length..your hand stroking him just a bit quickly before matching the pace to your head bobbing down his cock.

he groaned loudly at your pace, his hand slightly gripping the sheets, your eyes slowly watering at the burning sensation down your throat, not being as used to his cock. he twitched in your mouth before you giggled around him, he sat up before bending down to smack your ass, his cock hitting the back of your throat so deeply. you held your gag in around him bobbing your head faster and sloppily, saliva prickling down your chin and on the sides of your lips, “so good at sucking my cock..filthy girl..” he said spanking your ass, moaning in eager around him, your head pushing down deeper..your nose brushing against his trimmed pubic bone, he groaned loudly holding onto your head. “k-keep going..” he moaned out, your tongue swirling around his base.

you kept your eyes up at him, tears starting to form just from how deep he was burried in your throat before you pulled back up for air, you moved your mouth away coughing up the saliva before spitting down at him yet again..head making its way down to his cock before bobbing your head quickly again. he moaned again holding onto your hair, “fuck, fuck, fuck.” he said. your hand slowly fondling with his balls, another moan slipping out before spit began prickling down to his cock.

he gripped onto your head, pushing you down deeply. you whimpered around him, letting out a small loud gag he continued moaning at your mouth, your tongue doing its magic work causing him on edge. “p-pretty girl..s..s-so good..” he moaned out again, your hand stroking him quickly matcbing the pace of your bobbing.

his cock began twitching in your mouth, you looked up at him with your hollowed cheeks, his eyes narrowing down at you watching you take his length up and down..over and over.“o-oh fuuuckkkk..” he said, as your mouth made its way to the head, you sucked around the tip of his cock, he was twitching yet again in your mouth. your tongue starting to swirl around him in swift movements, he groaned loudly as his cum shot into your mouth and down your throat, you stroked him as he was relieving himself from his orgasm. small amounts of cum stroking into your mouth before you pulled your mouth away, a wet white string being pulled from your lips.

you sticked your tongue out, showing him his warm seed in your mouth before swallowing it down your throat.

you crawled over ontop of him, both of your knees straddling him down. “still semi-hard baby? how cute..” you said before stroking him again, an over sensitivity hitting him..a small whimper leaving his mouth before his length stood up, just like how you wanted it. you sunk yourself down, the tip of his cock slowly going inside of you..stretching you out slowly and delicously. a soft moan coning out of you before further on covering his cock in your wet creamy coating, your eyes rolling to the back of your head feeling him in your walls. you placed your hands on his chest before grinding your hips back and forth, “pepi..you’re cock feels so warm..” you moaned out as he slightly turned red from your moans, you leaned in closely to him.

leaning closely to him your hips were moving lazily and slowly around him, you leaned closely to his ear. moaning and whimpering softly into his ear, he was enjoying this..even after he led himself to this particular moment, you continued grinding your hips as he moaned feeling your warmth around his cock, you burried your head finding a type of rhythm to go along with him, your hips moving back and forth. you looked over at pedri who was slightly moaning & groaning at the feeling of your walls. you kissed his neck, softly pecking and biting on his skin, “holy shit..i can feel y-you..” he said before you sat back up, still moving around him. “reallyyy..like wheree..” you spoke teasingly, causing him to slightly moan before you giggled softly, you began increasing your hip movement.

a loud moan slightly slipping out of your mouth, your hands slowly backing farther away, holding onto his knee. he groaned watching your pussy take his cock in and out quickly, you continued before leaning your head back. a slow bounce happening, you began bouncing on him crying out a moan. you never honestly thought you would be hopping, you placed your hands back on his chest, your ass bouncing against his thighs. the bed creaks against the wall with the way of your bum bouncing against his bare thighs, “..everywhere..” he moaned out after he was moaning uncontrollably not being unable to answer your question. your thighs slowly burning at the sensation, your breathing heavy and smal pants coming out of your mouth. you looked down at him, watching his expressions everytime, you continued to hop everytime, your skin slapping against his thighs, your body already feeling hot as sweat began to form on you and on a bottom pedri..

“still thinkingg..or thinking about how deep you’re currently in me..”

you said giggling, pedri was distracted. he was enjoying the moment he led himself to, you tugged on your shirt before pulling it up to where your boobs were almost out, you pulled it over your head, knees and feet.. straddling and burried against pedris thighs. you took your top off throwing it across the room, his hands doing grabby hands as you giggled. “you’re gonna have to..fuck!..beg!” you said his free hand squeezing your ass, before you began bouncing quicker on him.

your eyes slightly rolling back, he sat up as the angle made you cry out loudly. his tip hitting your g-spot, stars forming in your vision. “t..touch me..” you said whining before he squished your boob, you leaned your head back holding onto his hand that was currently groping your boob. your hand slowly wrapping around his neck, “tell me. is there another guy now? or do i have to not let u cum?” you said tilting your head as your hair flicked to the side, “n-no..please!” he said, a giggle coming out of you, “..not the answer am looking for cariño..” you said, he winced feeling his cock twitch in you, your hips still bouncing on him, now twerking down on him. “i’m going to cum..” he said as your fingertip pressed down on his throat, “not until you give me my answer.” you said looking down at him, his eyes were heavy, his cheeks were pink, his lips plumped, his breathing was crazy and lastly.. his hair sticking against his sweaty forehead.

your other hand on his chest for leverage as you pushed yourself up, your hips moving mercilessly. “fuck y/n! keep going!” he said as you were moaning uncontrollably underneath. moan after moan coming out of you. he looked up at you that was currently distracted at your orgasm, he slightly thrusted his hips into you. a scream slipping out of your mouth, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your hips still moving with his thrusts. “y-you’re mine. the only b-boy in my life.” you whispered in his ear, the pleasure making your body warm. “mine. do you u-understand m-me?” you said scratching his back, feeling his tip hit your g spot again. “yes y/n!” he said before you felt yourself near the edge.

“o-oh my g-god! fuck!” you screamed before he shot his cum deep inside your pussy, as you came down from your high with a loud moan. pedri burrying his face into your boobs, you were breathing heavily holding onto the back of his head. “h-hey..” you said before he looked up at you, “feel better?” you said as he nodded his head, you giggled kissing his lips before he kissed back.

you stayed ontop of him letting his cum milk up your walls, before you cooled down from the sex, you slowly got off his lap laying down next to him and under the covers you went, his hand caressed your cheek as you smiled. “thank you..no sabia que ibas hacer estó..” (thank you..i didn’t know you were going to do this..) he said as you giggled, “well..magic.” you said before he kissed your cheek.

“so can we do it again?” he said as you looked at him, this boy never gets tired.

#football imagine #football x reader #football smut #football one shots #pedri imagine #pedri x reader #pedri smut #pedri one shots

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pedriswife · 19 days

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CARNIVAL (smut)

go, go, go, go

head so good, she a honour roll...

she'll ride that dick like a carnival, I done did the impossible...

"Give us a show baby, we know it's nothing you've never done before," said Pedri, his head gesturing towards the pillow propped up on your bed, your cheeks burning from the humiliation. And desire.

You recounted how you got here in the first place; hungry eyes following you around the room until a tap on the shoulder and a whisper in your ear told you what to do and where to go. Not in a million years did you think you'd end up in this position as you straddled the pillow, your core touching against the cold material, making you whimper needily. You raised your hips, moving up and down over the pillow, your juices now coating the material, struggling to keep quiet as the pleasure built in your body.

"Come on y/n, you can do better than that," said Fermin, coming closer to you, his hands placed on your hips.

"Just like that," he guided your hips over the pillow, his movements harsher than your own, your clit begging for more. Getting impatient, he let himself do all the work; he raised your hips, pulling them back down in continuous movement over the material, your lips bitten as you tried to keep in your moans but failing miserably. You whimpered as he moved you across the pillow, feeling yourself get closer to the edge as he sped up his movements.

You heard a light groan behind you, Fermin biting into the side of your neck, seeing your juices spread around the soft material, his hands firm on your hips, desperate to bring you over the edge. Vision blurring and your breaths more erratic than before, you pleaded for him to hurry, your wanting moans heard across the room.

"Doing so well for us preciosa, look at you go" teased Pedri, coming up from behind Fermin, stroking himself at the sight in front of him. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm wash over you, a scream erupting from your mouth as you soaked the pillow, Fermin slowing down, his hands now rubbing down your sides as you were coming down from your high, his hot breath in your ear whispering "good girl" before turning your body so you could lie down on the bed.

"So wet," Fermin murmured to himself letting his tongue lick a stripe across your soaked folds, your body arching off the mattress, feeling the sensitivity set in your body. He smirked to himself at your reaction, his hands still rubbing circles over your sore thighs as he whispered something to Pedri, his cock begging for attention.

Your body was flush against the mattress, your back arching already as you silently begged Fermin to stop teasing you. His tongue kept teasing your swollen clit, feeling your pussy get wetter each second. Pedri had his hungry eyes set on you from a distance, watching the arousal gather on your core, your legs spread for the two of them. Fermin finally took the hint, pulling away from you pussy, your juices gathered around his lips as he took your legs and wrapped them around his waist.

Grabbing his cock, he teased you with the tip as he gently slapped it against your clit, the touch sending shock waves through your body. You brought up your hand to your mouth, wrapping your lips against your fingers to stop yourself from making too much noise. Fermin pushed inside of you in one swift move, your body arching as his cock stretched your walls.

Fermin's cock was thrusting deep inside of you, his hands gripping at your waist, pulling your body back to meet his thrusts. Moans spilled out of your parted lips as saliva dripped onto your chin, your eyes meeting Pedri's gaze, his own cock in his hand, precum oozing over his palm.

Your mouth widened at the sight, your tongue inviting him. He got the message; he pulled himself closer, his cock now resting over your tongue, tapping it across your bottom lip, the droplets of his precum now decorating it.

You took his tip into your mouth, moaning around him as Fermin continued to thrust into you, his cock stretching your walls, the familiar burn of pleasure building in your core. Pedri's hands were tangled in your hair, his cock slipping further in your mouth, covered in your saliva.

"Oh baby, you're drooling everywhere," he teased, his thumb swiping across your lip, smearing your saliva over to your cheek before tugging at your head again, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes were filled with tears as you tried to keep his cock in your mouth, pleasure running through your body as you drew closer to your orgasm, your whimpers muffled against Pedri's cock.

"Just a little more preciosa, you can do it," Fermin gasped behind you, his cock still mercilessly pounding into you, a sob escaping your lips as his hands reached to soothe your swollen clit, begging for attention. Your mascara was running down your face, your cheeks and lips red. Your juices squelched, Fermin's cock decorated in the ring of white, his hand teasing your clit, feeling you tighten against him, knowing you were close.

"That's it baby, keep going," Pedri groaned as sucked on his tip, letting your hand go over his entire length to make up for what you couldn't fit in your mouth, his cock twitching in your mouth, his release coming closer.

You felt Fermin' cock twitch inside you, his cock spurting out ropes of cum, seeing him bite his lip as he groaned, the feeling of being filled up also bringing you over the edge, your pussy squirting over his cock and his lower body, your screams of pleasure muffled by Pedri's cock, his hot cum shooting down your tongue as you brought him to his orgasm.

Your legs shook as you felt Fermin take out his cock, his hand yet again smoothing over your legs, whispering sweet nothings as Pedri left momentarily to get something to clean you up with.

"We should do this again, no?" he asked, his Andalucian accent clear in his question, a light smirk decorating his face as you cheekily nodded at the suggestion.

A/N: guys I can't lie this is pure filth and a fucking mess to say the least but its long awaited so I hope you enjoy.

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedro gonzalez #fc barcelona #fc barca #pedri smut #fermin smut #fermin lopez #fermin x reader

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s6lars · 4 months

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happy bday bb!!!! i missed you so much i’m so happy i found your account! do you think you could just do a headcanon of how pedri is as a bf! it’s up to you if you want to include smut

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri as a boyfriend …

contains smut, minors dni.

— the meeting.

he was back home in the canaries and met you a house party one of his mates had hosted

it honestly was just an instant connection

he had gone around talking to different ppl throughout the night but the second he started talking to you …

you were the last person he spoke to. bcs he would not speak w anyone else

but after that it was mostly silence, and he was sad bcs he rlly wanted to get closer

when he was back in barcelona, he found out you lived there too

and after some time and a million encouragements from fer

he had the courage to formally ask you out and you two hit it off not long after that

basically, a he fell first & he fell harder moment 🫶🏼

— dating life.

this man is so gentle with you. just so soft spoken, so attentive, so caring

and let’s not forget how clingy he is

you could be doing anything — chores, just scrolling through your phone and he’ll sneak up behind you and bury his face in the crook of your neck

and he wouldn’t say a single word. just dead silent

but that means all he wants is cuddles and you’re more than happy to oblige !

lets you go in his closet and steals whatever you want. genuinely half your closet is just his hoodies and t-shirts now

speaking of his closet, when you first got your hands on it, you were appalled to say the least. but you’ve since gotten it under control and no more ripped skinny jeans it is

in my eyes, pedri’s love language is quality times.

so when he has the time, it’s date night almost every single week ! renting out literally the whole restaurant so it’s more intimate and romantic

when he’s a bit busier, he does it in other ways

he’ll hire a private chef fer to his house, decorate the dining room with flowers

speaking of …

gifts. always. constantly. and spontaneously!

he’ll ask you what you want for your birthday, or christmas, etc — and you always say you don’t want anything. but then a few days later, you’ll get texts like: “gold or silver?” “what size shoe are you?” “do you like clutches or purses more?”

he’s a simple guy, he’s not flashy, and unless it’s for a new phone or a new car he hates splurging. but when it’s with you, then it’s a whole other story.

loveeees showing you off to his family and friends

he’ll run late to lunch with his friends and say something like, “sorry, my girl was too clingy this morning.”

and they’ll all be fake disgusted but he loves it

oh and about pet names

mi mujer — my woman, when addressing you, it’s his go-to.

and bebé for when he’s speaking to you directly

— the launch.

pedri is famous, which means one way or another, the public will have to know about you guys.

pedri is generally a private guy so i think he’ll let it out slowly

which means … soft launch !

it starts with a goal dedication, he makes your initial with his hands and blows a kiss to the camera

and ppl are instantly like whoa. who was that for

and then it picks up

he posts holiday pics and there’s little bits and pieces of you in them

your hair creeping in a mirror selfie, your manicured hands on a steering wheel, your reflection off of a mirror in a restaurant

and now it gets real serious

fans catch him with a girl as his wallpaper but your face is covered by his hand holding the phone

the bomb drops when he posts a pic on his story. it’s a mirror selfie, you’re both dressed up, and you’re the one taking it. he’s standing behind you, one hand across your abdomen.

both your faces are cropped out. still, ppl are like yeah, he has a girl it’s confirmed

finally, he post a whole dump for you, probably for something special like your birthday and he lets the world know he’s yours !

— the spice.

remember when i said pedri was very gentle earlier?

well he can definitely pull a 180 in bed

i see him as more of a switch, and it depends on his mood

at the start of the relationship, when you were navigating what you both enjoyed in bed, you had to guide him a lot

and that’s when you found out he loves being praised, and asking you to praise him

“does that feel good?” “fuck, right there, yeah?” “like this?”

and when he’s not in control he doesn’t shy away from letting you know how good you’re making him feel, always in your ear

ok but let’s get into how he is when he’s in control

generally at first your sex was pretty vanilla, but you were so tired from work one day and just needed to let it all out

and pedri delivered — he had you bent over the couch, and when you thought you were done, he carried you to his room and made you watch in the mirror as you took him

it was unexpected. but not unwelcome

has a thing for when you tug his hair or leaves scratches on his back. it hurts, but it eggs him on further

and if he's really feeling confident, like if he just won a final or scored an important goal, his stamina is quadrupled. you're not stopping until your legs physically give out

always, always makes sure you get aftercare, even if he can barely stay awake himself

even if it's as simple as just getting you something to drink or standing next to you while you're in the bathroom afterwards, he just wants to let you know that he cares about you

gets super cocky the morning after. especially if he sees you limp a bit

you'll tell him off because you'll have to be at work or smth and he'd sit there with a grin and say, "you were the one who kept begging, harder, please—" (you'd throw a pillow in his face before he could continue)

but it's fine, the morning sex makes up for it ♡

#@s6lars #@s6lars: pg8 #football x reader #football imagines #football headcanons #football x y/n #pedri x reader #pedri imagines #pedri x you #pedri fluff #pedri headcanons #pedri smut #pedri angst #pedri x y/n #pedri one shots #pedri scenarios #pedri drabbles

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spidybaby · 11 days

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Not The Romantic Type | Part Three

Part One | Part Two

"Aren't you nervous?" Fer asks, hands busy helping Pedri fix his smoking. "I'm about to colpase from the excitement."

"I feel like I'm going to cry myself to sleep, but in a bad way, I can't believe that I'm actually on the top three to get this."

If you ask him, only in his dreams he was able to be on the top three of the most likely to get the ballon d'or.

He improved so much over the years, he worked more on perfecting his game to be able to classifie into the best players.

He remembered the Golden Boy award, Messi won one before winning his ballon d'or. Now he's following into his idol footsteps.

"Mom wants a picture of you on the suit." Fer says as he snaps a picture of him. "Venga, let's go get some food, we still have that meeting with the constructor."

Pedri thank the designer, changing into his normal clothes back to meet the new contractor.

Fer and him are partnering in a restaurant, he trusted his brother as a chef for his whole career. It was obvious he was trusting him with something this big.

"We need an interior designer." The constructor tells them. "I know you have a vision of how you want this to look like. However, I feel that with a little help and more inspiration we can make this amazing."

"Vale, if you think it's what we need, then let's do it!" Pedri says excitedly. "Fer will be the one meeting up with this person since I'll be at the field."

"No problem, I think my girl will be the one. Not that I'm talking bad about the guy, but she's just a star when it comes to modern luxury style."

"Perfecto!" Fer smiles, "Let's meet up with her, I'm so excited."

Pedri was excited about everything, the ceremony in France, the new project, the possible winning of the Champions League.

He was focused on the field and nothing else. That's why Fernando decided to be the caregiver or the project, so Pedri would be all into his element.

The dressing room was euphoric, the players happy about winning the semifinals, they're playing the final at home.

"Visca al Barca" Gavi yells.

"Visca al Barca" they all second.

"And let's all celebrate to our next Ballon d'or, the magician Pedri." Ter Stegen shakes him. "Vamos Pedri!"

They throw all the water they can at him, making him smile and laugh at how much support he has from his friends. His second family.

After the celebration Ferran invited Pedri to a little party he planned. "No lo sé, tiburón. I'm kinda tired and I have to meet with the designer to measure the tux"

"A little party never killed nobody." Ferran insisted, but he denied. He needs rest and peace.

"Vale, pero me lo debes." He hugs him tight. "See you around, pepi."

He drives home, passing in front of the place where the restaurant will take place. He can't help but feel pride, this feels like an extension of their parents' hard work.

Fer was laying on the couch, checking some ideas the ID (interior designer) sent them.

"Hola, tonto." Pedri pulls lightly his brothers hair. "Are those the ideas this girl sent you?"

"Si, look at this, I love this idea she has." Fer pass him the iPad. He sees the ideas, loving all of it. "She's amazing, first thing and I'm already in with everything."

"Yes, this is cool." He checks everything, loving every idea. "When are you meeting her?"

"I think tomorrow." Fer gets up, walking to the kitchen and pulling out food. "But don't worry, I'll update you on everything."

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"So, as you can see here." The constructor pointed to the ceiling. "We thought about lighting that can be dimmed as the sun light goes down."

"My brother and I loved that idea, specially because we have that at home recently installed and I think it will go so well."

"Perfect, our designer will come any minute now, she told me traffic was hectic and she was just a block away but stuck."

"It's okay, I get it. It took me an hour and a half to get here today, so I can't blame her." He laughs, interrupted by his ring tone." Excuse me for a second."

The constructor kept looking at his structure with your design. The sound of heels makes him turn, you were walking fast while holding your iPad and a few more things.

"I'm so sorry, Marc." You apologize, leaving your things on the desk. "I think today is not my day. Is the client mad?"

"Not at all, Y/n." He pats your back. "He's an amazing dude, super relaxed. You will hit it off real quick."

You smile relief. You didn't want to lose this client, specifically because Marc told you they wanted to expand if the first restaurant goes well, meaning you will expand with them.

"Let's meet him them." You nervously giggle. "What's his name again?"

"Fernando, he's a chef."

Before you can even connect the dots, Fer walks into the room, saying goodbye to the person on the line.

"Fernado, so nice you're bac. This is our interior designer, Y/n."

You smile at the sight of him. Haven't seen him since the breakup. He has more facial hair, and he's stronger and definitely more mature looking.

"We know each other." You smile, still surprised at his presence. "We go way back actually."

Fer is as astonishing as you are, opening his arms to greet you into a hug. "It's been a long time no see." He laughs, hugging you tight. "Gosh, I can't believe you're our designer."

"I can't believe you're my clients." You laugh. "Let's leave the talk for later, I want to explain this to you, and then we can use the time."

He nods, letting you explain every part of your ideas. He can't deny that even if it wasn't you, he loves the ideas and can't think of any way to make it better.

You ask him about colors, measurements, textures, and different stuffs you will need to prepare yourself for your work.

"Perfect! We can't say that this meeting was a success." Marc happily says. "I'll keep working while you two chat a little, excuse me." He wayves goodbye while Fer and you say goodbye.

"Entonces," Fer says, picking your side like he used to. "You're a well-known designer." You nod, smiling.

"And you're a well-known chef, Mister González." You laugh. "It's so nice to see you. How have you been?"

"It's been good, I'm older but I think wiser." He hands you your iPad. Helping you with some things. "What about you?"

"I mean, you can tell how I am. I got my dream job and I feel like nothing can go better than this." You shrug.

Fer wants to ask. He needs to ask if you have someone or not, but he doesn't want to intrude into your private life.

"So, how's the family?"

"They're good, nothing to report." You nod. "What about your family? How are Rosy and Fernando? How is the Tasca going?"

You can't help but miss them, specially Rosy, she acted like a mother to you, always worrying about you, taking care of you when you were sick.

"Mom and dad are so good. They are healthy." He smiles at the thought of them. "The Tasca is doing good. This is a little extension of it, but bigger."

"I'm so happy for you, Fer." You hug him, happy about him, making his dream of having his own restaurant come true. "How is Pedri?"

Fer is speechless, he didn't think you will ask about him, not after the way you two ended things.

"Bueno, no le va mal." He laughs. "He's on top three to win the ballon d'or, Barcelona is on the UCL finals, la Liga finals. He's at the top."

You smile, you're happy he is getting all the awards he deserves. He's always been amazing at his job.

"I'm happy for him." You nod. "Even tho I haven't really been aware of the team. I've been busy lately."

"Maybe you can catch up, he's also in this with me." Fer smiles as big as he can "and he's single." He elbow you.

You laugh at this, blushing a little at the confession. You did hear some rumors about him and some girls, deep down wanting for it to be just that, a rumor.

"Don't know why that's important." You giggle, looking down. "We been over for a long time now."

"Well, if you want him back, he's available to be picked."

"Fer." You laugh. "He wouldn't pick me, specially with all the girls he's probably getting." You look away while saying that.

He always got girls, and nobody could deny that. In your mind, they were girls who were hotter than you, prettier than you, more experienced than you.

That was something that made you feel insecure, not that he was engaging with them in any way, he always ignored them or just straight up blocked them.

But you had that little insecure voice from time to time that told you that he had better options and that you needed to step up.

"Don't say that." He says in a serious tone. "You were the best thing Pedri had."

Fer wasn't lying. After you left, Pedri went down a very dark path. He was going out, drinking, bringing girls home.

Everything to make him forget about you. Girls who looked nothing like you, who acted nothing like you.

Girls who went after his money and his fame. They were doing everything they could to show they were with The Pedri from Barcelona.

You on the other side, always made sure to be cautious about not getting recognized. You never wanted the attention that came with being his girlfriend.

You were with him since he was that Canarian guy at Las Palmas, that skinny boy who made it big.

You were there before the fame, before the fans, before the name. But you were his past.

"If you say so." You exhale. "I will send you a virtual look of everything with all of the things you picked."

The change of subject makes Fer think you may not be as interested in his brother as he thought you would be.

Maybe you moved out and didn't want to let it out. Maybe you changed your likes and now you're not up for a footballer.

"Thank you, I'll see you here next time I pass by?"

"You will, I'll be here a lot more."

With a hug goodbye you both walk out to your cars. You wave him as you enter your car, getting a honk from him.

Fer can't even believe the picture he's seeing. He thought Pedri was being honest with him when he said that no more one night stands with random girls whom the club invite to their parties.

He can't help but feel embarrassed about talking to you all this past days about how much Pedri would love to have you back.

But now his little brother is on all the magazines and gossip news of Barcelona and Spain as a taken man by this random influencer who obviously posted more about being at the party.

One part of him can't blame Pedri, he was in a committed relationship since he was sixteen, he obviously went out and went crazy after the break up.

But six years later was a little too much for him to keep his crazy behavior. He had a chance of winning the girl of his dreams back.

Fer can't help but think about you. If you see this news and pictures, you will definitely think all he's been saying is a joke and that he's playing with your feelings.

And how right he was, you can't help but feel anger. He's been spending all this time changing topics to Pedri.

"Pedri was busy but says hello."

"Oh Pedri can't wait to be here to see you."

"When you're back together, I'll be the happiest brother in law you will ever have."

Was he teasing you?

You don't even want to go to work today. You want to call in sick and spend all day in bed thinking about how stupid you are for believing Fernando's words.

But you won't. The breakup didn't stop you back then, and it won't now.

You will walk with your head up, ready to work in your nice outfit. You won't mind, you have so much to lose, he already lost you.

He lost you.

You didn't lose him.

"Buenos días!" You say, giving Marc his favorite coffee order as usual. "Any news I should now?"

"Well, the Calcutta Gold Marble is taking longer than expected but after that nothing to worry about."

You nod, leaving your things at your little station. "As always with Calcutta."

"By the way, Fernando was looking for you. He's outside talking with David." You nod, thanking him and walking to where Fer is.

You know he's about to mention the picture. He can't help it but be so obvious about things. But you will change the subject as much as you can't.

"Hey, boss." You smile "heard you wanted to talk to me."

"Hey, how are you?" He plays with his necklace.

"I'm good. I had a very nice sleep." You smile. "I want to tell you, the Calcutta Gold Marble we picked for the bar area is taking more time. Don't worry about it. That's normal with that material, but just a heads up."

He half smiled, not sure how to approach you. He wants to say sorry. He wants to kick his brother.

"I'm sorry." He spat, can't even think straight due to the blame he feels. "You probably saw the picture and -."

You sigh, not wanting to have this conversation this early. "Fer, let's focus on what we need to focus."

"I just feel like I need to apologize."

"You don't. Let's move to what's important here. Your restaurant."

He understood quickly, not bringing the topic again. That made you relax. Before this project you were fine not thinking about Pedri. You are fine now.

You focus on making this project happen. You wanted Fer to have the best reaction when he sees his project finish.

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"So, are you nervous about tomorrow's match?" The press guy asks him. "It's the finals for the UCL, and then you have to go to France for the Ballon D'or. You have a pretty crazy schedule."

"Bueno, I think I've always had a crazy schedule." He laughs, making the interviewers laugh too. "But I'm not nervous, I trust my team, I have a big trust in all the work we've been doing. We trust out Mister, so to me it's about focusing on staying healthy, making goals and winning."

"Walk us through the process you have for your next trip to France."

"Joder, it's not that much. If I'm honest, I have the tux, have the shoes, have my family, don't think I need anything else."

"Pedri, we got many requests to ask you if you don't walk with a ballon that night, will we see you walking with a special someone?"

He half smile at that question, knowing he fucked up by getting too close to María at the party.

"I don't have a girlfriend. If that's what you're asking." He shrugs. "I'm single. And probably the only lady I will be going to hug during the ceremony and after is my mom. Thank you."

He walks away, mad at himself for allowing this to happen again. He knows this girls just want the hype attached to his name. Specially now, with all the winnings of the club.

"Dude, you okay?" Gavi asks, noticing his frown. "What did they say?"

"They asked if I'm walking out that fucking auditorium with someone, es una putada, I will celebrate the week I don't get linked with some random girl."

Gavi lift his eyebrow. "Si, but the rumors don't just appear." he scuffs and turn to his locker.

"What do you mean?"

"Pedri, you used to be out and about with a different girl every other week. You flew this girl to Manchester. When you came back, you had this other girl in a new hotel. You're doing this to yourself."

He can't even argue because it's true. He did all those things. He flew all these girls. He fucked up his reputation.

"Me cago en la puta." He threw the towel at the inside of his locker. "I just wish I can have some fucking privacy."

"Then don't involve yourself with girls who only care to expose that they're with you." He hits him with his jersey. "Dude, you can go out and find a nice girl who will want a relationship and not just sex and a picture."

He nods, stresses about the topic already. Gavi is right. So is Ferran when he advise him not to mess with every girl that flaunt at him.

And when Fer tries to get some sense into him finding someone to settle to. Someone who will be happy to welcome him after a long day, someone who wants to grow a family with him.

He doesn't want that. Not without you.

He agreed to move out that day when you asked him to be happy, to find someone who would celebrate all his victories.

But he had that. He had you.

He lost you.

The game was about to finish, the extra time about to finish.

The Bayern had a corner. So they have to step up and prevent them from scoring. Just two minutes more and that's it.

"Vale, a ver." He yells, catching up the attention of the players near him. "Marc, just this cover up and the Champion is ours, please catch it." He makes them laugh. "Fermin, cover Davies. Gavi, cover Saliba. I'll cover their number 10."

They all nod, positioning themselves. They were nervous, this was their chance. This was their final chance.

When Marc let the ball go, Gavi was at the right place at the right time. He hit the ball with his feet, making it go out of the goalkeeper area.

Raphinha runs away with it. Getting the ball as far as possible from their area. Just when he's trying to make a assist to Pau, the referee blows the whistle.

Pedri runs to Gavi and Fermin. Hugging them while screaming. The public was as static as they are, cheering for them.

They won. They got the Champions League.

He look over at where his family is, they're screaming and jumping. Everybody is, the whole stadium is.

Running to his parents open arms. He can't help the tears of happiness as he hugs his family.

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You are happy for him, you can't lie to yourself like you do to other people.

You feel proud, he got everything he ever wanted, he got la liga, he got the Champions and he's probably will get the Ballon.

And he did what you asked him to do. He got himself someone to celebrate all that with. Someone who will make him happy.

The sour taste in your mouth haven't left since you saw that picture of him with that girl at the party.

He left you behind, like you asked him to.

You tried to focus on the work you were doing, turning the tv off to pay more attention.

You can't, your mind goes back to the way things used to be. He made mistakes, and you accepted all those mistakes because you loved him.

While he is at his party, with his family and his new girl. You are trying to forget about the memories of him.

You fix all the things Fer asked you to fix in the design, making the things he wanted as similar as possible as he explained.

You texted him, asking him if he was able to come see you to approve everything so you order the material.

Fer answers you while he opens the door of his home. He was still ashamed about the picture situation. He could sense the change in your attitude before and after that picture.

"I need your help, I don't think I can walk upstairs by myself." Pedri whine, he drank more than he should, making him dizzy.

Fer helps him, carrying him while walking upstairs. "Pedri. You need to help me just a bit."

He feels bad, he doesn't want to celebrate alone. All his teammates with their partners and kids and he's alone.

Yes, he has his parents, his brother, this family and friends. But he needs a hug at night when he gets insecure. He needs a shoulder to cry.

He craves intimacy, not sexual intimacy. He wants to feel secure with someone to the point of trusting all his worries and deepest secrets.

He wants someone to know his family, to sit at his parents' table and have a relationship with them.

"I'm sad," he confess. "Am I allowed to be sad?"

Fer can't even understand where this is coming from. He never saw signs of Pedri being sad or never heard anybody telling him to suck it up.

"Pepi, you can be sad." He reassured him. "Why are you sad? Tell me"

Pedri just shakes his head, not even sure how to approach the topic. "I miss my life back when I was twenty."

Fer understood, his brother carries a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, especially now with the whole <he needs to bring the ballon d'or home just like Messi>

"How can I help you, pepi?"

"If you have a magic wand that can bring me back to when I was happy and didn't have to fuck a girl every night to feel something, please use it."

He frowns, not sure how to reassure his brother. He knew Pedri felt alone. He can tell. He told him off about his sex life.

Not shaming him, but making him understand that the pattern he was following was not healthy at all.

"I can help you by not leaving you alone." He hugs him, pating his back lightly to calm him down. "I'm here, always will."

He helps Pedri take his clothes off and get into bed, he wants to check him in case he feels down again.

Once Pedri is passed out, he tries to plan something, how can he help him?

He picks his phone to text his mom that they're home. He sees the last text he sent is to you. The light bulb on his head turns.

He can help him, he's not with anyone, not that girl at the party and is done with the playtime every other week.

If he asks him to go to the meeting and approve the things you need, you can meet and reconnect.

He just needs his brother to be ready tomorrow to meet you. He knows he still thinks about you, and you might still do the same.

He texts you, asking you to meet at four p.m., by that time his brother will be up and fresh to see you.

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"I don't even want to be near a drink in my life." Pedri makes a disgusted face, he needs a whole gallon of water.

"Finish the drink so we can go."

The drink looks bad, very bad. Even tho it was just a tea with no sugar. "Maybe I'll just go brush my teeth."

Fer feels excited. He wants his plan to go well. He's anxious but happy. He knows it's about time you two make a move and solve what needs to be solved.

"Vamos, big head." Pedri smack the back of Fer head. "You drive, I can't do nothing yet."

The trip was not as long as usual. The streets were lonely and Fer was driving slowly. He confirmed you were coming before leaving the house.

When he parked, he noticed Marc's car parked in front of the building. To his luck, the parking lot was being modified, so he needed to park in the nearby building.

"Oye, I'll find somewhere to park. There's a little office, white door to the left. Wait for me there."

He does as he's told, walking with his head down. Still feeling the pain from all the drinking he did.

"Hola?" He asks, opening the door a little before entering.

He looks at all the things on the walls, the chair textures, the floor wood, the bar design, the lamps options.

He's in love with all the ideas, with the little real-life version of what the restaurant will look like. With the little pink pen notes the designer left. The door opening can't bother him. Looking at all the planning that they made in so little time.

You can't even blame him, you weren't paying much attention either. Focusing on answering Marc's text about something related to a change that needed to he approved as soon as possible.

"Hola Fer. Sorry I haven't gotten a chance to greet you properly. I've been so busy with all this little things."

You open your bag to search for your iPad, wanting to show him everything quickly to move out and not waste more time.

Pedri turns quickly, the sound of your voice amazes him. You're there after so long. After all this time.

"Hey about the Marble, I think it's best if we just switch the whole piece. This is taking so long." You won't turn, he won't say a word. "Fer?"

The two of you are just standing there, looking at each other, no words in between. Nothing.

Pedri thought a lot about what would happen if he ever saw you again. Definitely all that planning went out the window the second he heard your voice.

You practice too, what if you find him in a bar some day in Barcelona? You wouldn't mind it. But you're minding it very well.

"Hola." You finally say, voice breathless and gone.

His eyes are rooming you up and down. He can't help but point at every little detail that's different about you, different in a good way. You feel the heat coming up your cheeks. He's there, looking more mature, more handsome.

You shake your head, you have one job to do, getting the changes approved to the project move forward.

"Is your brother coming? Because I really need him to approve this for me." You grab your iPad, tying to look uninterested.

"Oh, I can approve it." He extend his hand and you hand him the device. "Just explain to me what this is exactly?"

While you explain every little detail about the changes, showed him how it was before to compare and to see if he likes it.

He likes everything, but there's something about the way you talk, something about the way you smell, you didn't change that perfume you love.

"I like your hair." Your hair is longer. He loves that. You always talked about wanting to let it grow to try new hairstyles.

You smile, the closeness not helping the situation. "Thank you." You say softly.

You might act calm, but from the inside, you're about to burst because of the way he looks. It's a good thing he changed his style.

Also his perfume, he's using the same perfume you gave him once, he didn't change it. And that facial hair is gone, he's shaved and clean.

"Do you like how everything is, or do you want to make any more changes?" You ask, trying to act professional.

"I mean, you're a star. This looks amazing." He praise you. Making you feel a wave of pride. "Fer will love this."

Your smile grows, you're happy he likes the changes. But you like even more the way he's praising you work like never before.

"So how are you?"

You close the iPad, sending Marc an "approval" copy of the digital prototype. "I'm good, been working hard and I've been busy with it." You shrug, not sure what else to say. "Congrats on the UCL, I heard you guys won."

He smiles, winning the game with his two goals was more than he ever expected. "We did, thank you."

"two goals huh?" You tease him. Feeling a little confident.

He rolls his eyes playfully. Laughing at your teasing. "I'm kind of proud of that, I'm in my Messi era? Or something like that."

You both laugh, you missed this, miss having someone to joke to. You back away from his circle, haven't seen his friends since then, when you are in Tenerife you won't go to his parents Tasca.

You missed having someone from your past in Barcelona. Someone who knew you before the city, someone who knew you as well as he did.

"That's great." You pat his arm. "I guess I'll see you around." You walk with him to the entrance. "Tell your brother I'll text him, I still need to show him some things."

"Sure, if not, you can text me. It won't hurt if I get a little more involved." He throws the jab at you, noticing your little lip smile.

"I'll ask your brother to send me your number." You say, stopping in from of the exit door. "Bye." You walk over the construction area, he can't keep his eyes away from you.

When he's out, Fernando is waiting for him in his car, the smile he has, knowing what he did. He acts as if nothing happened, he couldn't find parking and wait for you.

"Hey, was everything looking good?"

Pedri scuff, shaming his head while smiling. "Hijo'puta" he jokes, hitting him in the head. "You didn't told me she was here"

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Joder, she looks beautiful. Her smile hasn't changed at all, and her eyes, mierda, are shining like crazy."

Fernando is happy hearing Pedri talk about you, he haven't seen him this happy in a long time. Haven't talk about anyone like this in a long time.

"Her perfume, Dios mio. She hasn't changed that perfume, the same since we met." He's still rambling about you. "You didn't tell me, why?"

"I thought it was for the best, plus you were finding out once you started coming."

"Would it be crazy if I confess that I might be in love still?"

The smile on their faces is comical. Fer knew he never forgot you, and Pedri was just admitting it out loud.

"No." He laughs. "You have one more chance, dude. Don't blow it."

And he doesn't.

Every chance he gets now, he will visit the place. He will be there even tho there's nothing of interest happening.

He loves making small talk with you. Having you explain everything you do or everything you order.

It's weeks and weeks of him doing this, bringing you a coffee or drink every time. You can't help but smile at him, still remembering your order of drink.

Also if he has training in the evenings, he will bring you something to eat for lunch. Worrying because you don't give yourself a little break. In his words.

"This is what I was telling you the other day. If you put this on the bar, it will look better than this other one." You show him, thinking he's playing attention.

"Let me take you out on a date."

You smile, not sure what to say. You want to accept, you still have feelings for him. But you don't want to feel like you used to feel when you were with him.

"Please, I know a place you would love."

"Pedri, I don't think it's a good idea. We are working together and if this doesn't go well its just going to be awkward for us."

"It will not, please just give me a chance." he beggs, grabbing your hands. "If you don't like it or you don't feel good I promise I will back off."

His hands on yours, thumbs caressing your fingers. You want to say no, not repeating the pattern. But you want to give him the chance his asking.

"Vale, but you have to promise me that you won't wear those ugly skinny jeans."

He laughs, he knows how much you used to hate those kind of jeans. Always asking him to let you into his closet to get rid of them.

"If you want to you can dress me, I'll be Ken and you can style me all the way."

You shake your head no while laughing, "I don't think you'll like me throwing half your closet."

If you had. A chance back then, those Jean shorts and skinny jeans were a must in the out of the closet list.

"Let's go tonight, I'll pick you up and everything."

You nod, writing your address in a pink post it. Thing that make him smile, you loved leaving little notes for him everywhere in his house or car.

"pick me up by 8?" You ask, making him nod. "Te veo entonces." You kiss his cheek goodbye.

You do your best work trying to act normal. When you're on your car you let a big scream. You were excited.

It's been six years, obviously it was nerve breaking.

You hurry home, you have time to calmly change and get ready. You picked a nice outfit, nothing too casual or too formal. The perfect middle point.

You have a long everything shower. Making sure to be as smooth as possible. It's not like you're thinking about doing anything but just to be sure.

Pedri was doing basically the same thing, making sure everything is clean and nice for the night.

He even make sure his car is in neat condition, asking Fer to go to a car wash to get it ready.

"You look fine, niño." Fer reassure him again. "vete ya, or you'll be late."

"Deseame suerte."

"You don't need it, just don't fuck this up and you'll be fine." Fer laughs.

You pass around your livingroom, you boots heel making a sound with every strep. You wanted this to go well.

The doorbell made you freeze. You check mentally if everything is good. Check yourself on the little mirror before opening the door.

"Hola, guapa."

"Hola." You blush a little at the compliment. "What is this?"

He hands you the small bouquet of your favorite flower. "A little souvenir from me, to you."

You small at the little game of words, you taught him that. Every time you got him something you used to say that to him.

You like how he tries to fix the past by not making the same mistakes, he bought you flowers, like you say you wanted back then.

"Gracias, get in, I'll put them on water."

He checks your house, he can't deny that he loves your taste, always did. You have a beautiful house.

His eyes land on a specific blanket, he gifted you that on your second anniversary. He remembered that you wanted the blanket and since he was winning some money on Las Palmas. He went out and got it for you.

"You still have this?" He caresses the material. Memories of how happy you were when you got the gift.

You check what he was talking about, smiling a little when you see what he means. "I do. I love that blanket." You grab your bag and stand next to him. "Plus, I usually watch movies or take naps on the couch, so it's the perfect location."

You walk to your door, making him follow you. "I didn't think you had it still."

"That means you don't have any of the gifts I've ever given you?" You joke, knowing most of the things you gave him were clothes.

He thinks for a second, he does have a ring you gave him for his birthday, he loves that ring. Or the bracelet with an eight engraved.

"I do." he smile, he had everything you gifted him. "I have the ring you gave me when I turned eighteen."

When you walk to the car you see a black Lexus. "Where is the Porsche?" You ask as he opens the door for you.

"Had to upgrade a little bit."

You see a crazy clean car, smelling fresh. You laugh a little, he was never this clean with his car.

The drive to the place was confortable, he asked you about your past works and you asked him about football. The usual.

Dinner was fine, you did liked the place and the food. He was right about it. He even ordered dessert and acted as if the waitress had forgotten the other one just to share it with you.

"It was amazing, thank you very much." You say, turning back to face him as you reach your front door. "I had so much fun"

He steps closer to you, hands on your waist. "That means this is me winning my chance with you?"

Your breathing accelerates. His closeness is making things to you. The tip of his nose is touching yours. You nod at his question, unable to say something.

He smiles, he can tell by your accelerate breathing and the way your hands are on his arms that you don't mind him being this close.

He lay his head on your shoulder, hands on your back and thumbs caressing your sides. Your hands roam his arms. Scratching lightly.

"You have practice tomorrow." You say as you finally get some sense back into you. "And it's getting late."

"I think they will be fine without me there. I just won us the UCL."

His breathing on your neck is tempting. But you want to take things slowly, you want to take baby steps with him.

"I don't." You try to think of an excuse on why he can't stay. "I don't have an extra toothbrush."

He laughs, understanding the message. He wants to go slowly too, proving that he's not the same one who hurt you.

Plus, you are not one of his one night stands, he doesn't want you to feel like one. "Oh no! That means I have to go home." He kiss your collarbone and pull away from you.

You fix a piece of his hair, hand on his arm, securing yourself. "I like your hair like this." Your nails brush his hair. Making him close his eyes at the sensation.

"I'll come see you after training." He pulls away from you. "I really want to take you out again, I missed this."

"I would love that." You kiss his cheek goodbye. Entering you house and waving him a quick goodbye.

The whole trip home was him and his mom on the phone. He always trusted Rosy with anything, her and his father were the first people he calls when something good or bad happens.

He's mad, throwing his phone on the coffee table next to him.

He doesn't understand how people get to judge him based on things that are not related to football. On the field, he does the work. He makes sure he does assists, he even got some goals like the two of the last game.

He's good, he won't say otherwise. It took him so much effort to admit that he's as good as everybody else and saying he's not is unfair to his work and progress.

"Don't mind the things people say on the internet about you."

"I can't help it. Those random dudes on x saying things about me as if they know me."

"Their opinion don't matter." You pull him by the shoulders. He lays on top of you, hiding his face on the crock of your neck. "Don't let a random person affect your day."

You two have been seeing each other for three months, he makes sure to always go check on you after or before practice.

Always bring you something, some flowers, some coffee or a drink. Something to eat. Named it, and it'll be there.

He loves how much you two progress, and you love how much he showed you he changed, how much different he is from who he was back in the day.

"Don't go to work today, stay with me." He pouts.

You smile, nails scratching his scapl. "I have to go, either way your brother will be blowing my phone with questions and worries about every other thing."

"Block him." He jokes, knowing that Fernando was a perfectionist and wants this project to be as perfect as possible. "Seriously do." He kiss your shoulder before getting off of you.

"If I do I'll be fired." You joke back.

He makes a face. "They can't fire you. I'll get you back in." kissing your lips as he hugs your waist, head on your lap. "I don't want to do anything today."

Your fingers scratch his head, trying to calm him down. "I'll be here later, we can watch something on tv."

He nods, loving the feeling of your hands on his hair. Calming down from his frustration. He missed that, the level of confort, not needing to hide to feel intimacy, he missed feeling happy with a girl.

"I wish I could stay, but right now, I'm the one who calms your brother down when he gets perfectionist with every little detail." He understood, enjoying the feeling of being in your arms.

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"Am I crazy or are the lights way too yellow?" Fer asks, judging every little detail he feels is wrong. "And the material, do you think is okay?"

You wanted to laugh, this was a very common thing with clients, they all freak out with the progress.

"Fernando, please don't worry. I promise this would look amazing in a few weeks when things are more placed and organized."

He nods, going to question Marc about something he thought was not right. You move to your office, wanting to organize your things.

You answer Pedri's text, and he told you he was bored and lonely without you. You laugh and answer with a picture of your messy desk.

You hear a knock on your door. "Can I come in?" When you see who it is, your eyes light up.

"Oh my God! Hello." You say happily.

"How are you, nena? I missed you."

"I've been good, working like crazy. You know me, kinda workaholic." You laugh. "How are you? How's Fernando and how's the Tasca doing?"

"We're fine, the Tasca is doing great, a lot of people. You need to go back and pay us a visit." Rosy says, taking a seat next to you. "Fer told me you were working with them, I'm so happy for you."

You love Rosy, she was like a mother to you. She took care of you when you needed it. She cooked for you, she went to your high school graduation when your family couldn't.

She was special to you, really loved her like a family, the same with Fernando. They were family.

You got away from them after the breakup, you needed space and so did Pedri. You thought that invading his space by being near his family was wrong. That's why when you were on Tenerife you didn't went out to see them.

"I am, I didn't know it was them when I got into the project. I'm happy I did. I've missed them."

You talk for a while about different topics, mostly her telling you about all the things that happened all this years.

You also told her about your years, how you ended up with this job and how it was. It was nice to have the talk you two had.

"I missed you, I miss my daughter." She confess. You smile at that. You missed them too.

"I missed you too, sorry I didn't come back to your place. I thought it was the right thing to do after the breakup."

"I get it." She grabs your hands. "Pedri also told me that you guys were trying to see if things work out again."

You smile, nodding. "We are, I feel like we both want that and I feel this is the right thing to do."

"I hope it works out for you two, I want my girl back." She hugs you.

You two talk a little more until Fer went looking for his mom. You grab your things and walk with them to the entrance. You all say goodbye to Marc, asking him to text or call you if he needs anything.

You say goodbye to them, saying that you will call Fer to meet up for lunch on another occasion.

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"Do you want a little smoothie?" You ask Pedri as he walked downstairs. "I made a banana and strawberry one."

He nods, walking over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your shoulder and your neck.

"I have training at two." He says in a raspy voice. "And I have to pack, will you help me, preciosa?"

You nod, passing him a glass with smoothie. You kiss his forehead and fix his hair a little. "We can work on your luggage after training. I have a meeting and I can't keep missing work." You bop his nose.

He smirks, he knows you work hard, but you have been missing some days of work thanks to him. You didn't have that much problem since they were the one who hired you, and Marc was okay with your working from home.

"I'll pick you up after practice." He smile, kissing you. "I'll get us some food and we can watch your favorite movie while you help me."

You both enjoy your smoothies, talking a little about different topics. Not caring about anything else but each others company.

He planned to ask you to go to the ceremony with him in Paris, he wanted you there, he needed you as much as his family there.

He went to practice, the technical team and his teammates organized him and Gavi a little celebration for good luck.

"I need to know what cream this dude is using because those bags under his eyes disappeared in no time." Raphinha jokes. Hugging him.

They are all in the bathroom, having a chat while getting clean and fresh to go home.

"He's using vitamin love." Ferran jokes from the bathroom. "He's a lover boy now."

They all hit Pedri's head while congratulating him about being in love. He enjoys the messing.

"Venga, this is not a crazy new." He says, fixing his hair.

"It is." Fermin says, hitting the back of his head. "You were the whore of the group and Ferran is here, take that in."

"Mira capullo, I'm a saint." Ferran yells.

"Joer', it was not that bad." He tried to justify himself.

"It was." Gavi says. "That why we are happy that you have a stable relationship. With someone you love and who loves you." Gavi hugs him. Making all the others hug him too.

After the shower chat, he left looking for some flowers, looking for some fresh food from your favorite place, your favorite dessert.

He knocks on your door. When you open, you're greeted by a big bouquet of flowers, you smile taking them from him.

"Hola." He smiles. "You look so pretty." He close the gap between you two kissing your lips. "I have our dinner in the car, ready to go?" You nod, putting your flowers in a pot before leaving with him.

Your relationship has improved, you love the effort he's making.

When you broke up, you told him he didn't have time for you, that he never gave you flowers, he never cared for you to feel like you matter to him.

He wants to change that. He wants you to feel validated, and he wants you to feel loved. Because he loves you and would change a thing about you.

"I have a little something for you." You say, picking the little box and putting it in your purse. "Let's go, guapo."

He asks about it, questioning you about the content inside the box. You told him that he has to wait until later to find out.

When you two arrive at his house, you help him with his bag. Talking about something you saw on tv the other day.

"I forgot to tell you, Gavi and Ferran say hi." He says as you walk into his room. Food in hand. "And Ferran wants to know if you can unlock him on Instagram." He laughs.

You laugh with him, promising you will do it later. You left your phone charging downstairs, so he had to wait.

"Do you know what you want to take?" You ask him, your eyes fixed on the screen as you search for your movie. "It's cold, and you have to have some outfits just in case. What if you got an outing that needs something formal?"

He nods. "I have a list on my phone of what I want to take, some cargos, a bumper jacket, the suits are being taken by Dolce."

He pulls a luggage, opening it on the bed so you can help him pick the clothes and help him with organizing.

It was a fun time. You ate while organizing and feeding him most of his food to help him some more.

"Oye." He calls your attention. "I want to speak with you about something."

You nod, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He was standing in front of you. "Tell me."

He takes a deep breath. He needs to be prepared for a bad answer in case you don't feel comfortable with the invitation.

"I want you to know that no matter what, you can say no, and I'll be okay with that." He began saying. "I want you to come with me to the ceremony." He says.

He takes a few more breaths. Trying to prepare himself for the question. "I want you to come with me and my family. I want you all there. My mom, my dad, Fer, and you." He grabs your hands. "The thing here is, I know our relationship is not established as in right now, but I want to know if you would like to come with me as my girlfriend."

You smile. Thumbs caressing his hands.

You need to talk with him before compromising yourself again.

Yes, he did progress. Yes, he did change. Yes, he was better.

But you can't swipe things under the rug. You can't be one of those who start over without making peace with the past.

"Can you sit down with me?"

He nods, taking a seat next to you. He thinks you're saying no, preparing himself for that.

"I want to talk to you." You began. "Before answering your questions, I need you to compromise with me on something."

He nods, already agreeing with whatever you want to say.

"I need you to compromise and tell me if you ever feel like what we have is bothering you. If what we do is making you question our relationship. I want you to be honest with me. To trust me and to be straightforward with how you feel and how I make you feel."

He's surprised, he thought he was getting bad news but no.

"If we are doing this again, Pepi, talk to me." You giggle. "I want your honesty, I want your opinions, I want the long run with you. But I need a compromise." You grab his hands. "I'm not getting younger, I want a family, I want someone to come home to after a long day, after a sad day or just after work. Someone to spend my weekends with watching something or reading a book. And if you can't do that or simply just don't want to. It's okay." You smile at him. "Just be honest."

He frees his hands, grabbing your cheeks and kissing you. "I promise you that I will be the most honest person you'll ever know." He smiles. "I promise that you never were a bother and never will. I want the same as you, I want everything."

You hug him tightly. Sitting on his lap as his hands roam up and down your back.

It felt right. It felt necessary.

You finally got your past to be friends with your present.

"Now about what I asked, if you could answer." He says, giggling a little.

"Yes, to everything." You kiss his lips.

"Also about the gift?" He asks, curious.

"Yeah, you'll wait more than just a few minutes." You say, caressing his cheeks. "But I'll be worthy."

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"Do I look fat in this tuxedo?" Fer asks.

Everyone in the room takes a look at him, questioning if it was the nerves of the situation or if he was serious.

"No." His father says, he wanted to laugh but kept it.

They continue helping with getting ready, leaving soon after everything seems under control.

Pedri and you were alone, finishing with your clothes and looks for the gala. You reassure him that his tux and hair looked good.

"Amor, everything will go the way it is supposed to go." You kiss him quickly. "Trust yourself."

He nods, hugging you to calm his nerves. He can't deny that he's not feeling as confident as he says in the news or interviews.

A knock on the door makes you separate. "Pedri, ready?" His manager asks.

He nods, taking a last look of himself in the mirror. When he's about to leave, your eyes caught the glare of the little box in the nightstand.

"Wait, your gift." You say, walking to the furniture and grabbing the box to take it to him. "Open it before we leave."

You were excited for him to see what's inside. You kept it a surprise until today, knowing he would be less nervous like this.

"How?" He asks, taking the tux bow out of the box. He recognized the piece. "I thought I lost it."

You smile. The bow has a meaning for him. He bought it before leaving to play for Las Palmas. He spent a good part of his savings on it.

"You told me, before leaving the island, that this was the bow you were going to wear when you got your first ballon d'or." You help him with taking the bow he has on and putting the new one in place. "And tonight, this is happening."

He feels his eyes getting teary. He can't help but think about his little self buying the bow at the local shop.

He knew back then that no matter what, he was going to work hard to get into that nominations and into the podium.

And he did.

"Te amo." He kiss you quickly. "Ahora vamos por ese jodido balón." He laughs, making you laugh. (I love you. Now let's go get that damn ballon)

pedri

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¹⁵⁾ “go on, baby. ride my thigh.” + Pedri

please i love your smut so much, btw a little context how about the reader is being needy the entire time so instead of fucking her pedri tell her to ride him??

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warnings: smut 18+, thigh riding, fingering, cuddling, spooning, grinding

being without pedri when he played away games was the worst and when he came back home you couldn’t help but throw yourself all over him being needy for his touch.

while you were getting ready to go to bed you couldn’t get over the absence of pedri’s touch. he was turned to the other side scrolling through his phone trying to wind down from a busy wednesday but you weren’t having it. you pressed yourself against his back getting a chuckle out of him. he then turned over to spoon you pressing his bulge covered with nothing but boxerless pajama pants. “you’re so needy for me the way you rub your ass against my cock”.

pedri reached from behind sticking his fingers in your mouth “get them wet for me”. he slipped his fingers down your pants slowly rubbing between your folds letting you feel every bit of his cold touch against your core as you whimpered into the sheets.

you began moving your folds against his fingers and he let you do the work yourself. “get up and get on top of my thigh” pedri insisted caressing you breasts from behind. “go on baby ride it, i want you to soak those pajama pants on my leg before i fuck you”. the teasing from your boyfriend was a bit bothersome but the feeling of his thigh was something you needed for two days and you couldn’t resist.

climbing on top of him, you began to ride his thigh slowly moving your hips against his moaning his name. “pedri papi mmm” his jaw clenched at your moans, he could feel how wet you were through your pants soaking his thigh. “you like the way you clit feels rubbing on me don’t you?” you nodded barely being able to talk from the friction against your core sending pulses through your body.

your breathing intensified as you reached your climax wetting your pants letting the arousal seep onto his leg. “you did such a good job my needy princess. now do you wanna ride something else?”

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gavisfanta · 4 months

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KISS ME - PEDRI

summary: you dont want to kiss pedri.

warnings: none

You just walked outside as you heard your phone ringing in your pocket.

By pulling out the phone you saw Pedri drive up to you and him holding his phone in his hand. As he saw that you were standing in front of the building he leaned over the center console he opened the car door for you.

While smiling widely you walked over to the car and opened the door wider so you could get inside.

"Hey Babe." You smiled while getting into his car, he however received a call while you were getting in and he only took your hand and pressed a small kiss on your knuckles.

You looked at him, he grew out his beard, you loved when he did that, he looked older and more manly. Not like he didn't look handsome when he shaved, you normally prefer him shaved but sometimes seeing him with a beard made you squeeze your legs together.

There was just one problem with his beard, it was hella itchy.

"Hey" You saw him mouth the words and you gave him a smile while he started the car.

After he finally ended the call you two were just a few minutes away from Ciudad Esportiva. "So how are you, I'm sorry but I had to pick that up." Pedri turned to face you for a second.

A big smile on your face made it almost unable to speak. "I'm amazing, how are you, ready for practice?" You asked him too, then you felt his hand on your inner tigh, running small circles into your skin with his thumb.

You came to a stop at the very front of Ciudad because of the red light, that was when Pedri leaned over to you and wanted to kiss you, but you pulled away. As he realized that you pulled away, he opened his eyes and looked at you, his mouth slightly hanging open.

He stared at you for a couple of seconds and then turned his head away, you saw a couple of fans run up to the car.

"No babe-" You tried to say as you saw that he looked a bit hurt after you pulled away. You put your hand on his tigh and he started driving up to the parking lots.

He waved at the fans and then went back to driving. "No it's fine." Pedri said with an attitude. But when he parked down the car you grabbed his chin and made him look at you.

"Babe." You tilted your head a bit and then faced him. He shook his head.

"No, you pulled away, i don't care." He said and just as he wanted to open the door you pulled him back.

"Babe, its just that your beard is a bit itchy." That made Pedri turn around immediately.

"What? You don't like my beard?" He looked at himself in the review mirror and ran his hands along his jawline.

"I love it, it makes you look so so hot, but when it comes to kissing, it's itchy, you know." You said and Pedri immediately ignores it and leans closer to you.

"So, like this?" He kissed you trying not to touch you with his face.

"No" You said missing his touch more, a kiss isn't just when lips touch. Pedri turned off the car and then leaned over to you again, carefully placing his lips on yours.

You couldn't help but smile at how gentle he is with you. He brushes his tongue against your bottom lip and then just as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth your two hear a knock on the car window.

You pulled away from Pedri and looked behind you only to come face to face with the young midfielder Gavi.

Gavi grabbed the doorhandle and pulled the door open. You unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to face him in surprise.

"This is disgusting, and also right before practice? You can't be serious." Gavi fumbled around with his hands and a laugh escaped your lips.

"You're just jealous." Pedri said and Gavi's eyes widened.

"You're just an idiot, now come on. I can guide you to the pitch." Gavi said and you got out of the car and walked next to him.

You turned around and saw Pedri jogging to catch up with the two of you. "Where's Xavi?" You asked and looked around as Pedri, Gavi and you arrived at the pitch.

"He's in the locker rooms. So, see you later." Gavi waved at you while walking away to get changed.

"He's so annoying sometimes." Pedri rolls his eyes as he stands in front of you.

"He's still young, also I don't really mind because he's funny while he's annoying." You laughed a bit and he smiled while leaning down to you.

"I'll see you after practice." He leaned closer to you and pushed his lips into his, your salvia colliding as you two shared a passionate kiss.

"Bye." You pulled away and then Pedri winked at you before walking away too.

That beard did things to you.

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dungeonpuppykai · 15 days

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please i need a pedri fanfic where his gf gets horny in public and starts teasing him until he takes her somewhere private and fucks her

I love your stories theyre amazinggg

I am (was) on my period hence huge feelies so I added those to this because I am very tender on Pedri as it is. I also see him as a very dominant and caregiving person as well as lover so I hope you don't mind what I've made of your request and enjoy it <3

| Unusual |

Pairing: Bf!Pedri | Gf!You.

Warning(s): Smut with plot, unprotected p-in-v, d/s undertones (it's literally Pedri), m!dom, f!sub, Daddy kink, suggestive exhibitionism, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, creampie, marking, Pedri calling you vida because I am very fond of that idea, caring Pedri, he's also intimidating bc he's Pedri.

Pedri sighs as he arrests your impish wrist in his hand for the umpteenth time today and peels it off his thigh before carrying it back to your knee.

"Vida…" Usually, a stern look is enough for you to mend your ways and start behaving yourself, but today seems to be the day where you decide to grow immunity towards his warnings.

And it usually never comes down to this tone of his because it hardly ever means anything ideal for you.

But you just can't keep your hands to yourself today.

You whine under your breath when he resumes his conversation with Gavi; one of his best mates, again. When you are still not paid the attention that you so desperately crave, you sigh and glance around the table at everyone present.

It is a boring Saturday lunch that the two of you are having with some of your boyfriend's club mates and their girls. You are not to be taken the wrong way. These kinds of things are usually quite fun for you.

The keyword is usually.

Because the exception is days when your mind cannot think of anything other than your man's cock while your insides burn.

The past week was a busy one for Pedri and you are a good girlfriend so you patiently waited, thinking he was gonna give you what you needed most on the night of the big game when he wouldn't have anything left to worry about for a while after. But he was so exhausted when he got home last night that you postponed the fulfillment of your need for the next morning.

Except, you woke up to your love making breakfast and then informing you over it that the boys had invited you two for lunch. If that wasn't messy enough, he had had some errands to run before said lunch which further crushed any hopes of something quick as well.

And now, here you are.

Frustrated, on edge, excited beyond measure, moody, iffy and extremely noncompliant.

Then, on top of it all, the food is taking forever and the conversations are way too mundane for you; a horny girl who was busy needily ogling at her boyfriend.

It isn't your fault, really. He looks too fucking great to resist. You know a shave is probably coming and you love him either way but Pedri looks just so hot with the light stubble a few days of negligence has caused on his handsome face. Then his thick dark hair rests on his forehead in the most perfect way as his naturally stern eyes move along with his strong, manly hands each time he makes a gesture. And the way his lips move when he speaks… Your thighs clench at the memories of all the times they have been between them.

You break against your forced resolve once more when he hums along to whatever Ferran is saying and leans in your direction to pour you a glass of water to drink because you can not track your hydration to save your own life. The sheer dominance in the way he does not break his conservation even once but places the Tumblr in front of you causes a wave of burning hot love to wash over you and then you just can't take it anymore.

Where you had played with his fingers, snuggled into his arm, groped his thigh and then stroked his leg with your foot before, you think fuck all and 'drop' your napkin which just happens to fall between his feet.

"Woopsie" of course, Pedri knows you are up to no good when you bend down to 'fetch' it and place your hand on his knee for support. You take your time with 'finding' said napkin and your hand shamelessly trails to his dick in the meantime, hurriedly taking a fat, mighty squeeze before your claw can be pried off its prey.

Your boyfriend has realized by now to not expect anything innocent from you today because although you are the shy one between the two of you usually, your antics since the moment you took your seats have been of the naughty sort.

Today is a very unusual day indeed.

Pedri stills and stops mid sentence, his whole body stiffening as he realizes what is happening. Your party grows concerned over his sudden silence and his ears redden at the awareness of you not coming back up, instead choosing to remain 'searching' for your napkin while clinging your fingers to his now hard cock like your life depends on it.

"Oh" but of course, the young man is much stronger than you and so your hand is easily manhandled into his. "I see" he pretends as though you have said something to him before standing up and facing your lunch companions. "She needs my help navigating the place for a restroom, we will be right back" the way he cares for you like one would a child is nothing weird for your close friends and family anymore. Pedri helps you out with the smallest of things and the most basic of tasks and that is just the dynamic the two of you share.

However, there is nothing tender in the way he drags you behind him with a firm hold on your wrist. You whimper when you are taken to a deserted hallway and then pushed into some sort of a cctv-less maintenance room because unless Pedri wants whatever he is about to do to you playing on every other news channel by the evening's end, this would have to do for now.

"Tsk, tsk, vida" you gulp as you blink repeatedly to get your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. The door slowly clicks shut behind you and you feel your shoulders jump at the sound due to how quiet it is otherwise. You want to turn around and face your lover, perhaps inquire why he's done what he has done but you're both too intimidated and excited to do so.

Before you can decide what you want to do, his arms snake around your waist from behind to press your back into his chest as his lips brush against your ear. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" A shudder sets off in your bones as his hands begin to re-explore the bumps and crevices of your body.

You instantly relax in his embrace and crane your neck backwards to lean your head against his shoulder. "I- I dunno…" The two of you move in a sync and his lips find the crook of your neck. "W- What are you going to do with me…?" Though you intend for your words to be one of fear and panic, what ends up dripping from them is pure excitement.

Pedri groans before your body is pushed up against the many shelves that are mounted on the middle wall that you face. "I think a lesson in basic manners is a good place to start with" you try your best to feign consternation but the eager way in which you fold your arms over one of the shelves and spread your legs as your boyfriend raises the hem of your skirt from behind gives your intentions away.

"Oh, no!" Yet you push on; so frustrated and needy at this point that any touch from him is good touch for you.

Pedri clicks his tongue before squeezing your panty clad cheeks. "I spoil you too much, don't I, vida?" You let out a soft sound that you subconsciously make when thinking but your boyfriend cuts off your thought process with a loud slap that catches both your cheeks at once.

"Ow!" You found out just a few days into dating him that he was much stronger than you with how effortlessly he lifted heavy things and manhandled you when you got more comfortable around each other. So it always hurts like a bitch when he's in a reproachful mood.

"Already?" He taunts you mockingly and lands another mean spank on your buzzing cheeks. "But vida," your eyes flutter close and you have to slither in a heavy gasp when he drapes himself over you from behind, one hand tracing its way up your side to palm one of your boobs, "I haven't even started with you yet."

"Hnnng, please!" You push your ass backwards to try and turn him on. That is when you realize that he is rock hard already.

Well, that explains the edge in his usually calm and collected tone.

"Being a fussy little brat throughout breakfast" two slaps on each cheek. "Refusing to get out of the shower" you hadn't even realized that you had started 'bratting' out of your ire. You whine and bounce as he settles upon a rhythm. "Scrolling your silly little social media instead of getting ready for lunch" he suddenly yanks your panties off and despite the sting in your backside, you feel your needy hole clench before releasing a thick blob of pure hot arousal. "And then behaving like a perverted little maniac throughout–" the sound that the meeting of his unforgiving fingers with your nether lips -due to the gap that your squirming has caused between your thighs- creates is stunning enough to momentarily mum your boyfriend who is usually a composed know-it-all.

"Hm~!" The sound is tugged out from deep within your vocal cords. Your knees tremble when you feel Pedri's prying fingers worm their way between your crack before he spreads your privates out.

"Geez, vida" his breath is hot on your pucker and the snort he lets out when the sensation causes it to clench unconsciously makes blood rush to your face. "I know you're a horny little thing but fuck have you made a mess?" He can act as judgemental as he wants but you know that he loves every little drop of the need that he makes you feel.

Which is all the time.

You pout and instinctively push yourself closer to his face. "N- Need you… D- Daddy…"

"Need me?" Your teeth trap your bottom lip between them when you feel one of his thumbs inch closer to your sopping cunt. "Where do you need me, baby?"

You whine as your forehead creases. "Y- You know where!"

He chuckles. "I don't think right now is the time when you push your luck, vida" your features push themselves upwards when you feel the tip of his thumb graze against the outline of your pussy lips. You let out an icy whimper in response so he adds; "Come on, if you tell me how you need me I'll give it to you" though he pretends as though he is unaffected by the sight he faces, you can hear the agitated urgency in his voice.

Your hips timidly try to move against his finger that refuses to give you anything beyond enticing yet unfulfilling strokes over your squishy petals. "I- I… n- need you i- in…" You hear clinking behind you but you are too busy in your desperation to find something pleasurable in the thumb that presses against you. "Inm- mypussy,Daddy" the questioning hum that he lets out rings in your ear when he is behind you within the next second and the way in which his cock jabs its way through your eager entrance at the same time causes for your eyes to bulge out.

"What was that, baby?" Pedri has to clamp one of his palms over your mouth to keep you from moaning out loud. The sudden bustle that sounds right outside the wardrobe as if on cue causes him to quickly pull back and fuck into you harder as you clench to aid him. It is greedy and rushed; the both of you aware of how you are dangling by a thin thread but the franticness to devour one another so extreme in your bodies that you want to finish before you are caught.

It is the only goal.

"I couldn't quite catch that" the way he roughly whispers in your ear to avoid detection from the manager who is busy barking orders at the staff outside while wrapping a hand around your hair has you arching your back as you get fucked into the shelf. When you refuse to respond, he has to add with a mean fondling of your boobs; "Come on, vida. Now you know better than to disobey Daddy when he can very easily destroy you for it" your lust-drunk body springs up in alarm.

The executions of his threats are always deadly and edging is not even the last thing that you want right now.

"I…" His cock is too pleasurable inside you as he pushes in before pulling out its length through your tight entrance with each speeding thrust, its girth putting the most knee weakening strain on the band of your pussy as his bulging veins and coarse edges rub against your sensitive walls in a way that causes your head to spin.

Your head is yanked back by your hair. His lips ghost over the skin of your temple that gets overwhelmed by his irregular breathing. "Go on, vida. You're doing so well taking my cock" his other hand parts from your boobs to reach for one of your knees before it is bent to be propped against one of the lower shelves. Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut to clench themselves at how far up you feel him, his thick tip colliding with your special spot as a result. "Say it for me."

"I- I need you i- in my pussy, Daddy!" Your cry is rather loud but neither of you are in the mind to care about that anymore. Your hips tighten when the snapping of his hips escalates to full on pounding and the towels and little bottles placed on the shelves begin to rattle and tumble all over. "Always need you in my pussy, Daddy!" He rewards you with the dipping of his fingers between your thighs.

"Good girl" the digits easily find your squelching cunt and he uses his grip on your hair to pull your head to one side so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck.

The gliding of his fingers is too much for your desperately worked up and frustrated pussy to handle so when his hand uncurls from your hair to pinch one of your nipples while his teeth nibble on that one sensitive patch of your skin, you can't help but throw your head back to let out a gut wrenching moan.

Your vision fills with neon colors and your hearing declines. The tension within your hips is pulled loose and heat surges through every single knot that has formed in your muscles over the week. Pedri's hot cum that fills you soon after is the perfect end and you finally feel in place after days.

Sex has the opposite effect on the both of you; while it helps Pedri clear his head, yours gets fuzzy instead. So it is him who fixes you up when he decides that he is done with you for now. You meekly stand like a baby– his baby as he pats your disheveled hair down, adjusts your bra and mends your outfit to the best of his ability.

"Look at the mess you have made, vida" you whine and snuggle into his chest so you can hide your flushed face when he points out the wreck that you two have made of the place. Pedri chuckles as he fishes out some compensatory money from his wallet and places the bills on one of the shelves before taking your hand in his and helping you walk back to the table as you happily waddle behind him, senses numb but relaxed. No one says anything or even acknowledges your long absence but they know.

The flaming red hickey on your neck is the evidence to their suspicions.

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Dad's Babygirl -Pedri González

Inspired by the video of Pedri being incredibly sweet to that babygirl at the LaLiga ceremony!

Note: Apparently Pedri doesn't have a solo picture with the throphy☠️🥴*Sighs in defeat*, but here's one with my in-laws🤭😌

Summary: You and your babygirl are supporting your favorite '8' at his first LaLiga ceremony.

You met Pedri when you both were sixteen, at seventeen you entered in a romantic relationship, have been together for three years and eleven months ago had a little blessing, a little unexpected blessing but a very welcomed one. Your little babygirl, Mía. Mía González.

She was the eyes of everyone in the family, yours and Pedri's. Both of you managed to make it work, at the beggining it was hard but you as a strong couple and as a good team with the help of your parents, eventually got the rhythm of the things and adapted to your new lifestyle.

You never thought about having a baby at a young age but now you can't imagine your live without your little princess.

"Gonna be good?" Pedri asked you once more, his hand on your thigh carressing it softly with his thumb as he drived towards Camp Nou, he wasn't playing because of a discomfort in his right thigh but he was going to be in the LaLiga winning celebration.

"Yes, mi amor. Don't worry, we'll be also with Fer and your parents" You put your hand on top of his smiling. Your promise ring noticeable as Pedri couldn't help but smile.

"Cualquier cosa me dices, ¿Sí? No quiero que estés incómoda o estresada y mucho menos con la señorita que ha estado muy revoltosa el dia de hoy" (You tell me if anything happens, yeah? I don't want you to be uncomfortable or stressed and mostly with the señorita that has been very moody today) He looked quickly behind where your baby was sleeping in her baby seat.

"She's sleeping, hopefully that little nap extends the whole match" Pedri laughs knowing she had already half an hour asleep and her naps usually last for about a whole hour. You laughed "Only one can hope" You say to him and he laughed a little more

Indeed, Mía had been moody today from screaming around the house, not wanting to eat her lunch, resulting in you forcing a bit of her meal into her mouth, kicking and throwing her toys at the wall. You were delighted when she pulled her arms up to you and fell asleep in your chest.

"However, it's not the first time we have been to a game, Pepi"

"Hostias, eso lo sé" (Yeah, well I know that) He smiled "But I always worry for my girls. I just don't want anything bad to happen. Not to her and definitely not to you." You smile leaning over to kiss his cheek

"Mi campeón" You whispered as he grabbed your hand and pulled it up to his lips "We'll be fine, don't worry, this is your night" You smiled pulling his hand to your lips as well. When he was done parking, he got out as you grabbed yours and Mía things, you felt both of yours and Mía's doors open and smiled at your man and babydad.

"Look who's awake" Pedri said grabbing from you the ear plugs to put them to Mía softly.

She was softly babbling, still sleepy

"Hi bonita" Pedri said getting her softly out of her seat and grabbing her into his arms, Mía let herself fall into his shoulder wrapping her little arms around him. He grabbed your hand as you started walking inside the stadium "Sure you don't wanna sit with me?"

"We'll be fine" You smile watching Rosy come down to you, she wrapped you in a big and warm hug softly swinging you both side to side

"Oye mamá, te ves muy guapa" You blush giggling

"Thank you, Rosy. You are looking really good too" She smiled before moving towards her son and her granddaughter while Fernando, Pedri's dad came over to hug you.

When you turned around Rosy was with the babygirl as Pedri came up to you to greet his dad and turn his attention to you

"Sure-?" You laugh nodding

"We'll be fine, amor. Don't worry" He nodded smiling lightly, he wrapped you in his arms quickly giving you a few seconds long kiss

"Te quiero"

"Y yo a ti, lindo" He pecked your lips once more before returning his attention to the baby giving her a few cheek kisses as well and one to her mom's cheek

"Me tengo que ir pero si algo pasa-" (I've gotta go but if something happens-)

"Que no pasará" (It won't) Fernando said making Pedri sigh a little blushing, he just wanted to protect you all.

"You know where I am" He finished, you nodded and watched him walk towards his place as you went to yours. Getting into your seats you greeted Fer, who had came from the bathroom and even greeted, Pedri's cousin.

Rosy passed you back Mía who was slightly fuming throwing her hands at you, she stayed calm the rest of the night. You watched the game quietly and even though Barcelona lost, you screamed and yelled when Robert did that goal in the last minute.

Pedri had gone inside the tunnel to change into his kit so he could be present of the ceremony, you were pointing to Mía where her dad was, as she excited wriggled her legs. She was soon to be one year but you hadn't make it possible to make her say dad or mom.

Even though you wanted her to say mom so badly first, that night you wanted her to say dad and put the cherry on top for Pedri's cake. You took of one of her ear plugs and talked in her ear

"Papá, Mía, over there, that's papá" You said smiling widely as she started babbling. You looked at her, she was a copy of both of you, the perfect combination.

Pedri held her and she looked like him but you held her and she also looked like you.

The things that she did got from her dad were her love for bananas and those big brown eyes, meanwhile she had your smile and hair.

"Venga, vamos abajo" Fer said, grabbing Mía's bag as Rosy lend you a hand whilst walking down the stairs. Once you were inside the pitch your eyes scanned the crowd to see your dark haired boy, when you suddenly feel hands on your waist, that made you turn around.

You saw the pretty eyes and beautiful you were so in love with, leaning into him

"Congratulations, pepi. You deserve this so much" You said looking up at him

"Gracias mi vida" He smiled kissing you softly before he returned his attention to the baby who was asking for him with her chubby hands "Wanna come with papá?" You moved her side to side, doing as if you were gonna give her to Pedri but backed away and he followed your game making Mía laugh

"Pa...pa!" Pedri and you stopped everything you were doing

"Did she...?"

"¡Papá!" She repeated herself over and over again as you and Pedri shared amazed looks, eventually people around you three heard Mía's yells and the ones who knew she hadn't said her firsts words yet, smiled excited

"Sí, bonita. Yo soy papá" Pedri said as you gave her to him, his eyes were glassy and his smile was bigger than before.

"¡Papá!" She was yelling over and over again, liking the reaction she got from us, eventually Fer, Rosy and Fernando were hugging us and hyping her up to say it once more.

And from that moment forward, she didn't left Pedri's arms, and it's not like Pedri wanted to let her go, Mía did not even let herself grab from you, there was this part where Pedri had to go and do an interview, but when Mía saw your hands extended to grab her and Pedri's arms undoing his strong hold to pass her she started fussing and grabbing herself from her dad's jersey, which she had one exactly like his but with the words "Papá" written

"C'mon, Mía. Papá needs to go"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it" Pedri winked at you, kissing your lips and turning around to make that interview

Later you were talking with Rosy when you saw Pedro and Mía still sat on the grass with the two flags of Pedri's town and birthplace on the floor, when Mía stood up and hugged her dad once more before placing a kiss on his cheek as Pedro laughed and tickled her. You zoned out from what Rosy had said and looked at the two loves of your life playing around as if nothing, as if they were at home.

"The three of you are so whipped for each other" You turned to Rosy with a smile "Mía dies for you and for Pedro, whenever she doesn't see you two around she goes crazy. Mi hijo y tú are the same with her. And with each other. I'm so glad you're part of our familia now, Y/N" She hugged you tightly

"Thank you for letting me be part of it" Both of you looked once more at Pedro and Mía "Mía loves me" You said after a few seconds of silence ", but she's definitely a daddy's girl"

"And Pedro's crazy for his babygirl" Rosy completed "Like father, like daughter" You laughed "Go with them" She pushed you lightly as you walked towards them

"Look, ahí viene mamá" You heard Pedro say as Mía looked at you surprised but then smiled, you sat in front of Pedro and Mía "Too far away, señorita" He said wanting you closer to him, you smiled and did what he asked "This is one of the best weeks and days of my life"

"You deserve each and every single one of them, Pepi. You've worked hard for what you wanted and you got it" You smiled at him pushing a bit of his hair out of his face "There are no words for me to describe how proud of you I am. You're simply amazing"

He smiled kissing your lips "And you two are what makes me wanna get better everytime" You couldn't resist and kissed him once more before leaning over and kissing your Mía, who shyly got her face inti her dad's neck, you two laughing "My best supporters, my girls" He hugged you both tightly

Until you felt how Pedri let himself fall onto the grass, taking the two of you down laughing with him watching the starry Catalan night with a smile.

"I've got everything I wanted, I'm really happy with it but I don't think I need anything else besides you two"

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