#@s6lars: pg8

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⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri crashes an interview…

slightly suggestive, a little pedri x reporter!reader moment. inspired by this moment between iker casillas and his then gf after spain won the world cup. let's pretend barca wins the cl. enjoy!

"Can we get one more player to interview?"

Your producer's voice rings through the earpiece, prompting you to push it deeper to hear better.

The thunderous roars from the humongous crowd bleeds through the tunnels of Wembley Stadium, still persisting hours after the full-time whistle blew the moment Barcelona became champions of Europe.

"Come again?" you reply.

"One more player. Get them in front of the mic."

Jules Koundé and Fermin Lopéz had stopped by for an interview earlier, but clearly that wasn't enough for your producer or the show. Standing on your tiptoes, you scan the busy yet lively atmosphere of the tunnels — crowded, upbeat, slightly cramped, and filled with a persistent tone of chatter from the tens of reporters present.

It doesn’t look like any new players would emerge from the dressing rooms, at least not for a while. You were just about to inform your producer about it when you see your boyfriend walking into the room, nudging his way through the crowd.

Pedri González in all his glory, sporting the signature blue and red kit, beads of sweat in his hair and the rosey blush splayed across his face. The calls of reporters grew as they tried to get his attention, but once his honey brown eyes met yours, it was only you who he was drawn to.

He makes the proud walk to your booth, the shiny Champions League medal dangling on his neck, gleaming under the lights. Pedri's smile grows with every step, happily ignoring the twenty or so other reporters calling his name.

"Hey baby," Pedri coos, hands naturally wrapping around your figure. Your body tenses for a moment at the PDA — it doesn't go unnoticed by him, swiftly releasing you from his embrace.

Although your relationship had been long public by now, this the first time your worlds have crossed professionally (ironic, given that you were a sports reporter, and Pedri was an athlete). There were several conversations about this and it usually ended the same way — as long as there was a camera pointed in your direction, there could be no signs that you were a couple.

"You're working right now?" Pedri asks. You nod in response.

"I need you for an interview. It won't be long, I promise." You signal at your cameraman to prepare the interview, turning back to Pedri.

"I wouldn't mind either way." There's that smile again, the smile that only draws one out of you as well. "Hey, I didn't see you during the celebrations earlier.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I had to get ready for this,” you recall, taking off as soon as the Blaugranas lifted the trophy. It pained your heart to not run up to Pedri and jump into his arms, instead, you ran the other way to touch up your makeup underground.

“But hey, we can take pictures later. When it’s less crowded. And a lot quieter.”

“I can think of several things we can do where it’s less crowded. Dunno about quiet, though,” Pedri teases, low enough so only you could hear.

No amount of Patrick Ta blush could replicate the growing heat painted on your cheeks. You shove him playfully, watching as he bites the inside of his cheek to stifle a laugh.

Pedri looks devilishly handsome tonight — he always does, but something about his boosted confidence from the win only amplified it. His tongue darts out to lave over his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth as he drinks in your figure.

Were the tunnels always this hot?

“Guys,” your cameraman calls, signaling for you to get ready. You shake off all the unholy thoughts in your mind reserved for the comfort of Pedri’s hotel room later that night, fix your hair, and bring the mic up to your chest.

One, two, three, your cameraman mouths, and you’re live on air to millions.

“Welcome back to Wembley! Most of the players are still celebrating by now, but I’m joined by Pedri here.” The camera pans, now fitting you both into the frame.

“Is there anything you’d like to say?” You hope the sound system doesn’t catch the unusual giddiness in your voice as you address him.

“What is there to say? What should I tell you that you already don’t know?” Pedri’s eyes don’t leave yours for a second, completely disregarding the lens, speaking like you’re the only person in the room.

“Well, tell us how you feel,” you respond through giggles, instinctively taking a step closer to him.

“You’ve caught me in a true moment of happiness, not just from me, but from the rest of the club. It’s been a season full of ups and downs and we truly feel like we’ve deserved for it to end this way,” Pedri explains.

“… and I just want to thank all the people that have supported me throughout all this. My parents, my brother…”

Pedri’s voice breaks as he reaches the end of his sentence, his finger reaching up to swipe any stray tears spilling onto his cheeks. You wanted nothing more than to drop the microphone and pull his head into the crook of your neck, but you stood your ground.

Watching the love of your life speak so highly of his loved ones, pouring his heart out with the world watching, it’s why you fell in love with him in the first place. And you feel like it’s happening all over again.

“It’s fine, we can just talk about other things for now…” You try to diffuse the situation, watching as Pedri regains composure in front of you.

“No,” he suddenly blurts, waving his finger.

“No?” you barely manage to squeak out before Pedri leans in — and he’s kissing you.

One arm around your shoulders and his free hand gripping your chin, Pedri moulds his lips against yours. All sense of professionalism had evaporated from your body, drunk on the way he tasted.

He pulls away before you could kiss back, landing one last sneaky peck on your forehead before making a run for it. “I’m leaving! See you later!” he says in between giggles.

You watch him disappear into the stairwell when the sound of applause fills your ears, and you only then realize what position you’re in — putting on a show for the crowd of reports.

“My my, Pedri. What a man he is.”

A voice rings through your earpiece. You also put on a show for the crowd of millions at home.

Your face is heated once more, your words tripping over themselves as you try to think of a closing statement. Part of you wants to scold Pedri and teach him a lesson for messing with you at work — the other wants him to kiss you senseless again, letting the world know you belong to each other.

“When Pedri comes back to Spain, tell him I want to give him a kiss as well!”

[s6lars]

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 ♡

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key — fluff. angst. smut.

📁 → FICS.

over the top. m ► pedri needs to let loose after a rough day training. (wc: 2k)

📁 → ONE-SHOTS.

boyfriend headcanons. f, m crashing an interview. f

[s6lars]

over the top.

pedri needs to let loose after a rough day training. (wc: 2k)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. pg8 x reader.

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄. smut – mdni, they do it in the kitchen lol just pwp

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. cursing, drinking, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), spanking, little aftercare but it is implied

𝐀/𝐍. reupload from 888bear, and first pedri reupload ! this one's a bit short and i wrote it on a whim (and might be a bit rushed oops) but i still hope you enjoy ☺️

It was nearing midnight when you heard your apartment door open, signaling Pedri's arrival.

You focused on the sight before you, food simmering in different pots and pans. Maybe, a little too focused that you don't seem to notice the silence that persists despite his presence.

Typically, Pedri would announce his entry by calling for your name the moment the door closed behind him, you responding with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. This time, there was nothing of the sort — the soft click of the lock heard rooms away. 

As you stir the wooden spoon around the pan, you hear footsteps ring louder as they stop behind you. A pair of well-built arms embrace you from behind, and Pedri's nose nuzzles its way into the crook of your neck. You jolt forward slightly, startled.

Pedri had been training since the early morning thanks to Xavi's one-and-a-half-hour-before-training rule. Although it ended shortly after lunch, Pedri had to stay behind for various business meetings with sponsors. What he thought would take an extra 2 hours off his rest ended up consuming the entire day, and he was exhausted by the end.

You certainly could feel it from the way his shoulders engulfed yours. Tapping the spoon several times on the rim of the pan, you place it down to reach up. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair, massaging his scalp. Pedri lets out a sigh, hugging you tighter.

"Hi, bebé," you say. "You feeling okay? How was today?" He sighs once again. Lifting his head, he presses his cheek into yours.

"Shit." You hum in response, chuckling lightly. "I hate work sometimes."

"Don't say that," you replied, knowing he was just frustrated but reassuring him otherwise.

"I know, I know. But it was just so tiring, you know? They kept shoving me into different rooms to talk to executives I'd never met when I just wanted to rest. It was awful," he said.

Pedri was so busy that he wasn't on his phone all day, so the business meetings were news to you. You look down at his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Is that why you're wearing a suit?" You chuckled, noticing the navy blue cloth.

"Yeah," he exhales, letting you go from his grip. "I was supposed to return it earlier, but I can't be bothered. I'll deal with it tomorrow."

You switch the stove off, finally turning around to meet Pedri's gaze. Your arms reach up and wrap around his neck. You two hold eye contact for a moment, smiling up at the man you're lucky to call the love of your life. His hands land on the island behind you, trapping you in front of him.

Your arms pull him closer, and you place a small peck on his lips. Before you could pull away, Pedri's hands took hold of your hips, closing the gap between you two. His lips press against yours, perfectly molding together. His right hand up to cup your cheek, his head tilting to deepen the kiss. 

One of your hands reaches up to the back of his neck, fingers tangling into his hair. Tugging at it slightly, Pedri moans into your mouth. His lips leave yours, and you whine at the sudden loss of contact, desperate for more. Pedri's hands trail down your body, propping you on the kitchen island. You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your core against his clothed bulge.

He drags his lips across your jawline, peppering kisses as he goes along. He trails his lips down your neck, pausing at your sweet spot, enjoying the breathy moans escaping your mouth. 

You remove your hands from his neck and tug at his blazer, taking it off Pedri and throwing aside. He pulls the silk nightgown over your head and discards it, groaning when he notices you weren't wearing a bra underneath. Your hands reached for the top button of his white button-down, undoing them all, Pedri standing shirtless before you.

"You’re gorgeous," he breathes out. Your hands grip his shoulders, trailing down to his chest and abs, stopping at the tent growing in his trousers. Your lips latch onto his neck as your hands palm him through the material, eliciting a string of curse words from Pedri.

"Let me take care of you," you whisper in his ear before pulling away. Adjusting your position, you kneel before him on top of the counter. Your hands swiftly undo his belt and trousers, the clothes dropping to the floor, pooling at Pedri's feet. You pull down the boy's boxers to free his cock, the tip hitting his abdomen.

Leaning down, you maintained eye contact with him as you slowly licked a stripe up his shaft. Your lips suck on his tip, giving him a few pumps before taking him fully in your mouth, bobbing up and down his length.

"Fuck, bebé," Pedri moans, his head thrown back and mouth open from pleasure. His hands find the hair drooped on your shoulders, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail. You feel his sensitive tip hit the back of your throat with every bob of your head.

"You take me so well," he pants. You hum in response, the noise vibrating around him, causing him to push forward. You could tell Pedri was close. But before you could make him finish, he cups your cheek and pulls you up, catching you by surprise.

He smashes his lips into yours, his tongue swiping across your lips, entering your mouth. 

"Need you inside me," you whine in between sloppy kisses.

"Then bend over for me, amor." 

You waste no time, jumping off the counter and flipping yourself over on your belly. Bending down over the counter, you prop yourself on your shoulders, waiting in anticipation.

Pedri's hands land on your ass, tugging the waistband of your underwear down before taking it off you. He slaps your ass, causing you to jolt forward, whimpering in pleasure. 

The sting lasts for a second before you feel his fingers drawing circles on your clit. Your elbows buckle, and you fully bend over on the counter, your cheek against the cold marble. You moan out his name, your chest heaving.

"So fucking wet for me." He coats his fingers in your slick, prodding at your throbbing core. You find yourself grinding back at his touch, aching for more. Suddenly, he slips two digits into you, making you gasp. He continues to scissor you as he pumps his cock with his free hand, groaning at the sight. 

"Pedri," you plead. You needed to touch him, to feel him. Just as you feel a knot build in your stomach, Pedri's fingers slip out of you, the empty sensation causing you to whimper. 

Pedri looks down, and a string of spit leaves his mouth, landing on your core. He uses his tip to spread it around, groaning through gritted teeth. He slides his cock up and down your slit before pushing into you with one long stroke.

The sensation makes you two moan in unison, Pedri's hands gripping your hips. He starts moving in and out of you, and your eyes shut in pleasure.

"God, I missed you so much." A low, rough grunt escapes Pedri's lips. He leans forward to hover over your figure, peppering open-mouthed kisses along your spine. "I've been thinking about you all day."

You prop yourself on your elbows and look back at Pedri. He smashes his lips into yours, one of your fingers latching on to his hair.

Pedri's hips begin to snap at a quicker pace. The sensation overwhelms you, and you struggle to kiss him back, moaning in his mouth. 

"Does that feel good, amor?" Pedri teases, a smirk plastered on his face. You nod in response, head dropping down and hands back on the counter.

Pedri grabbed your face with his hand, directing your gaze back at him with the slightest aggression. 

"Tell me how good it feels."

"Feels so fucking good," you breathe shakily, staring right into his brown eyes. 

Suddenly, he pulls out of you, leaving you empty. He stands up straight, and you look back at him, confused. Before you could catch your breath, he flips you on your back and swings one of your legs over his shoulder.

Pedri slides back into you in one swift motion, the air knocking out your lungs. "Pedri!" a desperate, filthy noise escaping your throat. His hips drill into you mercilessly, and his free hand reaches up to grip your breast, squeezing the flesh.

"God, you're so tight." Pedri throws his head back in pleasure, biting his lip to contain his moans. As he slid in and out of you, you felt a familiar knot building in your stomach. His hand trails down your abdomen, and tingles rise with every touch. His thumb finds its way to your clit, rubbing circles into the nub.

You gasp in surprise, your back arching off the counter, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Pedri bends forward, taking your breast into his mouth. The combined feelings cause your eyes to squeeze shut, and your hands claw at his back, leaving marks you both know will last until tomorrow.

He could tell you were close, his face hovering over yours. His hand cups your cheek, directing your gaze at him as his thumb swipes against your lips. "You gonna cum for me? Hm?" he taunts, smirking. 

"Yeah," you whine, nodding.

Your clench your walls around him, and Pedri's brows knitted. He was getting close too. Pedri's thrusts become deeper, sparks of electricity running through your entire body. The sounds spilling out of your mouth came out in pleads, begging him to go faster.

"Fuck. Cum for me, amor," Pedri growls into your ear, his voice coming out thick and hoarse.

The knot that was building in your stomach comes undone, dissolving into pleasure. Your lips trembled, overwhelmed with how good it feels to let go. Pedri's hips continue snapping at yours, fucking you through your orgasm. After a moment, his movements slow down. His hips buck one final time, his cock twitching as he empties himself inside your walls, earning a restrained moan from you.

Your name falls on Pedri's lips, drawled out as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close as ropes of his release shoot into you.

You two stay there for a moment, catching your breaths. Pedri rests his forehead against yours, then plants a soft kiss on your temple before pulling out of you slowly. 

Pedri gently picks you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom, and placing you on the bed. He crawls under the covers with you, wrapping you in a bear hug, planting his chin on your head.

"I spent all that time on dinner and now it's probably gone cold," you blurt out, resulting in a giggle from Pedri. "And I have to clean the kitchen."

"We can worry about that tomorrow morning." Pedri pulls away slightly to look at you. "Now let me recharge." 

You scoff at his remarks. "You just did." 

He chuckles at your response, pulling you in closer to peck your lips lightly. "How did I get so lucky?" he questions, eyes softening.

You hum in response, reaching up to plant a kiss on his cheek. You gaze up at the boy, eyes blazing with love. "Yeah, you are. Don't forget it."

You two share a laugh, and Pedri's hands cup your face, his lips centimetres from yours. "I love you," he whispers.

"I love you, too." You lean forward, closing the gap between you.

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