#joder love

[littlespoonsebastian]

im fucking tweaking this is me fr

i love the interviewed so much, and ennard is my favourite character from it. i love them so much that i literally have a tattoo of them. and this new episode is ENTIRELY ennard based??? we got so much insight into their personalities and also MY FAVOURITE WHUMP TROPE OF ALL TIME, INTERROGATION WITH ELECTRIC SHOCKS.

i lobe enord.

i am now gonna say lickity split unironically

[kobr4z]

lol what am I supposed to say someone help me I don't know how I got to this

[orgasming-caterpillar]

carlos or franco

franco duhh carlos isn't half as breedable as him

[sandiaenyiel]

Ese culo brincando, de mi mente no se va….

¿Que si quiero volver a verte?

Cómo no, vengase pa acá.

[delektorskichick]

So I’ve never actually watched The Princess Bride with closed captioning. All the copies I own/have owned didn’t come with that option. Well, it’s on Disney+ now, and it DOES have captions. I decided to watch it tonight because apparently half of my coworkers haven’t seen it and that made me sad.

AND WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS APPARENTLY MISSING THINGS-

I now know ALL of Fezzik’s rhymes from the boat.

I know exactly what fighting moves Westly and Inigo were saying in that EPIC fight.

I can understand what Fezzik is saying when they break into the castle (I love Andre the Giant, but his accent is so hard for me to decipher)

AND

Apparently I have missed something in the twenty years I’ve been watching this movie. When Inigo is drunk in the Thieves’ Forest, a member of the Brute Squad comes around the corner of the building after Inigo proclaims this is where [he’ll] stay, that he will not be moved.

“Ho, there!” he says.

Now. I always assumed Inigo just repeated the man’s phrase.

Oh no. The closed captions read as follows:

“I do not budge. Keep your Joder.”

Because he’s a Spaniard, in the movie it is pronounced exactly like “Ho, there.”

THAT. IS. NOT. WHAT. THAT. MEANS.

Joder means fuck in Spanish.

So when the guy comes around the corner, I can only assume Inigo’s sloshed brain just heard him shout “fuck” at him, and THAT is how he responded.

NO ONE I KNOW realized this for nearly FORTY YEARS!!!!!

Closed captioning, y’all. It’s not just because you can’t make out what they’re saying. It’s also for recognizing jokes people were slipping into movies and past censors from before you were born.

[spidybaby]

Guess the price

Summary: You do the trend where you lie about the price of your products to your boyfriend.

Warnings: cursing

Barca Boys x Influencer!reader

Pedri

"Hola a todos!" You say to the camera in the bathroom. "I'm going to prank Pedri today, I will be doing a "sephora haul" but I'm exaggerating the prices of the things I got."

You grab the camera and cut the recording. You moved to your setup corner. Pedri knew it was your corner, so he tried to keep it free of mess.

"Pepi, please pass me the black and white bags on the bed?" You ask him. He nods, leaving his phone on the bed and walking over to you with the two bags of sephora makeup products. "Gracias." You smile.

"I'll be quiet over here." He says, kissing your cheek. "You look amazing, by the way."

"Thank you, guapo." You smile, grabbing his hand and squishing it. "I'll try to be quick so we can leave."

He nods, going back to the bed to check his phone. You place a mirror on the back wall behind you where you can see pedri on it. Exactly what you need to for the video.

You hit record once again. "Hi, let's unbox this bags I got at sephora." You smile. "As I said in my last video, I asked you guys for recommendations on makeup products that I can integrate on my routine." You say, taking the products off the bags.

Pedri is listening, he loves listening to you talk. Does he understand? No, but he hears how happy you sound and that's enough.

"I have this hourglass makeup brushes." You show them to the camera. "This one is their ambient soft glow foundation brush, this brush retails for 130 euros and -"

Pedri turns his head to where you are, 130 euros for a brush? He can get you a brush at the store for 1 euro.

"Before using the brush, I'm using this primer from ELF." You show the product. "I know it's super viral, and only for 76 euros."

He puts his phone down. "Qué mierda?" He whispers.

You can't help but smirk. Your eyes watch his reaction in the mirror from your phone screen. "So while I apply this, let me tell you about this foundation I got." You say, showing the foundation. "This is the ambient soft glow foundation, this was on sale for only 250 euros." You smile.

He covers his face with his hands. "No fucking way." He says loud enough for the camera to capture it. "250 fucking euros."

You smile, trying not to laugh. You place it on your face and take a few seconds of you using the brush.

You pause the video, grabbing other products. "Amor," He calls, you press record. "Not to be trying to mind your things, but isn't 250 a little too much?" He asks.

"What, no babe." You smile. "That's just normal makeup pricing." You say, noticing how he shakes his head no. "For concealer I have the Armani Beauty concealer, this retails for 199 on sale." You smile.

"No, Y/n." Pedri says. "You spent more than 600 euros in four products."

"Bebé, shhhh" You shush him. "Now guys, this concealer brush from rare beauty retails for 9-"

"A brush?" He scuffs. "Joder."

You can't help the scuff. "Shh, just a few steps more."

"Mamita querida." He sighs.

"This powder is the One Size powder, I love it so much, and the price is honestly a deal."

"Please don't." He says, covering his face again.

"Since sephora is about to have a sale, you can get this for only 379.99."

"Almost 400 euros." He says in a high-pitched voice. "How is that a deal?"

"Because it's 20 percent off." You say. "And this blush, Patrick Ta."

"Let me guess." He interrupts. "100 bucks?"

"Oh, Pedri." You laugh. "Don't be silly, it's 475." You smile.

"Stop, don't touch that," He yells. "We are taking this back."

You hold your laugh. "Pepi, this was final sale." You say. "Now this contou-"

"Noup," He says, grabbing the product out of your hands. "Videos over." He says, touching the screen, trying to pause it.

"Pedri." You say, taking it from him. You can't help but laugh. "It's a prank, amor. This stuff is not that expensive."

"Pero-" He says. "What?"

You can't help but laugh even harder at his confused face. "Guys, this is why we need to tell our boyfriends about makeup prices." You say, talking to the camera.

"Y/n, wait." Pedri says, reading the receipt. "Why is this brush 65 euros?" He asks, holding the brush.

You look at his and then at the camera. "Maybe they don't need to know about the prices."

"And who's is path and why his eyeshits more than 100?"

"Anyways, love you all." You say, cutting the video. "Pedri, give me that." You say, taking the receipt away. "Your t-shirt costs 400 euros, so cut it."

He opens his mouth. "I'll wait for you downstairs, my love." He smiles. "Take your time."

"That's what I thought." You say, smiling.

Gavi

"Hi guys, today my boyfriend is forcefully doing my makeup." You say, smiling at him.

"I don't know what I'm doing." He says.

"So, this is my routine." You say, giving him a paper with the order or the products. "Also, he's going to try to guess the price of the products."

He looks at the things with curiosity. "Where do I start?" He asks, eyebrow lifted. "How do I know if I'm doing great?"

"You'll do fine, Pabs." You peck him. "The products are in line in the same order as in the paper. The brushes are next to the products that they need to be used for."

He nods, checking the foundation. "Okay, this is the found-" He tries to read the name. "Who's Bobbi Brown?"

"The owner of the brand, love." You smile "how much do you think this costs?"

He tries to apply the foundation as he sees you do it. "Maybe 10 euros?" He asks, concentrating on the blending. "15?"

"Noup, 200." You say.

He pauses. "Two hun-"

"You're missing a spot." You say, pointing at tue spot. "Then you can use the egg like thing."

He nods. "Egg." He chuckles. "Vamos, that's fun." You smile.

"You have to guess the price." You remind him.

"For the egg?" He asks, you nod. "Mmm, 5 euros." He smile.

"Noup, 76."

He opens his eyes.

"No me jodas." He says. "This shit?"

"Amor" You chuckle. "Language."

"Joder, why is this so expensive?" He asks.

"It does the work." You nod. "Now after this, we need concealer." You smile.

He nods. "Don't tell me this is 300."

"Pfff, no." You say. "Only 175."

"Me cago en la p-"

"Pabs, why don't you tell the story of you getting the captain armband?" You change the topic.

"Ufff, eso fue increíble." He smiles, moving the Blender in the wrong way. "I only wore that band twice, and honestly, Pedri is the real one for allowing me to do it."

"We love Pedri." You smile.

"My hermano." Gavi chuckles. "Even tho he is a loser, I won last night ping pong game."

You smile. "Now, do some powder."

"Sip." He says, grabbing the powder.

"Tell my chicos what you are using. You smile.

"This is the hourglass powder." He reads the back of the product. "I think she likes it because it's really used." He jokes.

"Well, I need to save some coin because it is a 430 euros powder."

He lifts his eyes from the powder to your eyes. "How much did you just say?"

"But I think I like my loose powder even more." You grab the powder. "This is the YSL loose powder, it's 734 with discount."

"Fuck." He whispers. "What about the pink thingy?"

"Oh, that's cheap." You say, uninterested. "Only 225."

He drops the powder by accident. "Me cago en la -"

"My powder." You say, pretending to be mortified. "Pablo, that was limited edition."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to break."

"That was a thousand euros ." You say, pretending to cry.

"A thousand?" He yells. "You said it was 400."

"I lied." You fake cried. "I just didn't mean to sound so greedy."

You noticed him trying to pick the powder up from the flood. You look at the camera and try to hold your laugh.

"I'll get you a new one." He says, getting up and handing you the pieces of the powder. "Two if that makes you feel better." He pouts.

You kind of feel bad, he was all pouty, and with those big glassy eyes that make your heart go crazy.

"Oh Pabs, don't worry." You grab his face. "It's nothing."

"No, listen, it was me." He says, hugging you. "Let me make it up to you, let's go and get you a new everything."

You look at the camera and then at him, you shrug and smile at him. "Alright." You smile. "I'll grab my purse, wait for me in the car?" You ask.

He nods, happy that he can fix his mistakes. "Bueno." He pecks you, running out of the room.

You wait for him to close the door. "Listen, you and I know that you would do the same." You say to the camera. "Anyways, I'll post this as soon as I go back." You say, throwing the broke packaging of powder on the trash can. "And you are getting a haul, so don't judge me."

"Who's judging you?" Gavi asks.

"Nobody, let's go." You say, stopping the recording and pressing the "drafts" button to save the video. "Nobody, baby."

Ferran

"Vamos!" Ferran says, seating next to you. "Let's play the game."

"Calm down, Fer." You laugh. "You are so winning this."

You can't help but want to laugh at him. He seems so confident, but he didn't even guess what's next for him.

"Want to do the honors?" You ask, pointing at the phone.

"Hola, chicos" He smiles. "I'm the one and only, the shark, the inimaginable hat trick scorer." He says, smiling and posing for the camera.

"And I'm Y/n!" You laugh. "And WE are playing Guess the Price. Where Ferran will try to guess the price on my makeup."

"Easy, I know a lot about makeup." He smiles. "I know my Dior." He praises.

"Is this the best time to tell you I don't wear Dior?"

"Well, if I win I'm getting you some Dior." He smiles. "Let's begin."

You grab the product. "This is a primer, the brand is Gucci." You show him. "Price?"

"Easy, 90 dollars." He says, proud of himself.

You smile. "And your answer is," You sto to make drums sounds. "Incorrect, it's 300."

"For a cream?" He asks. "I get it, it's Gucci."

"What about this one?"

"That's a Chanel thing." He thinks. "And Gucci was 300, maybe 250?"

"Noup, 75." You smile.

He frowns. "No!" He says, taking the bottle out of your hands. "How?"

You look over at the camera, lifting your eyebrows. "What about this?"

He shakes his head. "Never heard of ELF." He looks at the packaging. "30?"

"That's 175." You smirk. "Did you guys see last night game?" You ask the camera. "Ferran scored a hattrick! Oh my gosh! Now this one."

You take the ELF packaging out of his hands, now placing the Too faced one.

"Better than sex?" He asks, looking at it confused. "Nothing is better than sex." He scuffs. "Five, and that's being generous."

"That's a 200 euros mascara."

"Damn, does it spit on it to make it slide easier?" He asks, throwing it back on the counter.

"Ferran!" You say, looking surprised at him. "What is wrong with you?" You laugh.

"What's next? He asks, laughing too. "Is this a thousand euros Blush?"

"No, it's 65." You say, giving him a look. "What? I like my blushes from Hermes!"

He looks over at the camera. "Are you hearing this?" He asks. "Anyways, what's next?"

You grab a lipstick from primark. Placing it on his hand. "Mmm 3 euros?"

"Yes!" You smile, even tho he's not right, you are giving him the satisfaction. "Good job, babe."

"You hear that?" He asks to the phone. "Shark mentality, never give up, eat your greens, meditate and remember you are amazing!"

"We are not done." You call him, watching him getting out of the room.

"I win, now let's go." He smiles. "Drinks on me!"

Your mouth forms an "o," looking at him and back at the camera.

Fermin

"Hello" You whisper. "Fermin is about to come here and watch something on the TV, I want to pull this prank where I talk to you about my skin care and makeup routine, but faking the prices."

You wait for fermin to walk and get comfortable on the sofa. You try your best to set up the camera so you can film his reaction.

"As I promised yesterday, I'm going to be going through my skincare and makeup routine." You explain at the camera.

You grab your moisturizing cream. "This is my favorite cream, it hydrate really well, and it helps with skin smoothening." You show the bottle. "I got this during a trip to Italy, it was around 2 thousand euros, but its worth it."

Fermin can't help but turn his head around. The price you just mentioned was crazy for the small bottle you are holding.

"I also have this night cream, it was a little bit more expensive, but it works wonders." You show the night cream. "It was 3 thousand, and that's with a discount."

Fermin makes a sound, you can describe it as a surprised one. "Are you okay, Fer?" You ask, turning your head.

"Si," He clears his throat. "Continue, sorry."

"So guys, this foundation I told you about on a video." You show a random foundation. "This is liquid magic, and for the price? Can you believe that 750 euros can make you look so smooth and glowy?"

"Seven, what?" He says. "Wow."

You pretend you can't hear him. "And if you want a real deal, this powder from La Praire is on sale with the code D U M B." You spell the letters, trying to hold the laugh. "It will take 50 percent off. You only pay 979 with shipping included."

You can see on the screen how he's now turned all the way. "How is that a deal?" He asks.

"Because it is 50 percent off." You say, sounding obnoxious about it. "The first time I bought it, I paid 135 for the shipping. It comes all the way from Paris."

"For shipping?" He asks again. "Just the shipping?"

"Fer, it's a very expensive brand." He smiles.

"Oh my God." He says, grabbing his head. "You spend how much on a cream you mentioned?"

"Which one?" You ask. "The pink one, the blue one or the green one?"

"You only mentioned the pink and green one." He points out.

"True, the blue one is a very nice one. Use it to fill your pores and to smooth texture, it will cost you some money but you can work it amazingly."

"How much?" He asks, getting up from his place.

"5 thousand." You smile. "But if you use the code S T U P I D, you get a 5% discount."

"S T U-" He tries spelling. "Hey!"

You laugh, mistakingly throwing the blue cream fall on to the floor. You can't help but feel your stomach hurt for so much from the laughs.

"The cream!" He yells, trying to save it.

"Fermin! That cream is on sale at sephora, for fifteen euros." You laugh.

He looks at you confused, then at the cream, then at you, then at the cream again. "So, no expensive cream?"

"Amor, this is a prank!" You say, pointing at the phone that is still recording. "Say hi!"

He looks at you confused, "hi?"

"Anyways, love you, bye bye!"

🏷: @gadriezmannsgirl hi 😋❤️

By the way, some anons asked me if they could be on my tag list, and you can! Let me know if you want!

[naoknowswhat]

YEEEEAAAAHHHHHH ✨✨💕

Voy a volver a ver este fanart múltiples veces al día, para que sepas lo feliz que me ha hecho 😭🥺🩷

world is theirs✨️

[didishawn]

Can you do a pedri smut where whenever he wins mvp he gets the best head ever. If your not comfortable with that I totally get it anyways love your docs 💕💕

MVP STANDS FOR MOST VALUABLE PARTNER (Pedri x Reader)

warnings: smut, oral sex, lots of spanish

Masterlist

They feel so far into the past, those days in which your boyfriend was said to be made out of crystal, so injury prone that those who used to love him, wanted him to be sold.

You loved Xavi, but can't help but adore Hansi for saving the love of your life.

Tears stream down your cheeks, Rosy hugging you and Fer and Fernando celebrating, as Pedri turns to all four of you, showing off his MVP-that by now, you are used to him getting, but it always has you happily crying as he grins at you.

It takes a while, until they let you all go down to the pitch, his arms wide open as you hug into him and feel him softly kiss your head.

"Está guapo, eh" he brags, showing off the silver trophy decorated with stars. (fancy, right?)

"Dos seguidos, el resto de centrocampistas del mundo estàn temblando" you nod, helding into the trophy as he passes it to you, going on to hug his parents and brother. (two in a row, the rest of the world's midfielders are trembling)

"Pues como debe ser," Fer says, giving a slight slap to his brother's neck. Pedri pouts, going back to you once again as he embraces you from the back, his cheek rubbing against yours. "Que se enteren que se ha acabado la tontería, y que mi hermanito es el mejor" (as they should...let them find out that this shit is over and that my brother is the best)

His parents laugh as they agree, the three of them moving on to chat with the other players as they congratulate them. Pedri stays right there with you, kissing your cheek as you watch as the stadium slowly empties itself, enjoying the slight chillines in Barcelona's air.

His hold on you gets a bit tighter as you feel him leand down to whisper into your ear. "Ya escuchaste a Fer, soy el mejor, y por lo tanto, creo que me merezco un premio" (you heard Fer, I am the best, so, I think I deserve a reward)

You roll your eyes, yet can feel your sheeks flushing as you turn to look at him, giving the MVP trophy back, your arms around his neck, placing a small kiss on his lips. "¿No te basta con el trofeo?" (the trophy is not enough?" (the trophy is not enough?)

His eyes are stuck on your lips, grinning as he shakes his head. "Ambos sabemos que el trofeo no es lo que quiero" (we both know it's not the trophy what I want)

Pedri's parents are... somewhere

Fer is out getting drunk

But none of that matters at the moment when he sounds so pretty moaning out for how well your lips feel wrapped around his cock.

His hand is on your head, trying to regain some of the control you took from him -even if you both know, he is too far gone to think at all.

"¡Joder!" he groans as you take him in deeper, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat, your hands massaging all that doesn't fit. "Tú si que sabes como volverme loco" (you really know how to make me go crazy)

His head pushes back as your tongue teases the vein that goes all the way down his member. His moans are loud, breathy, and you can sense he is already close by the way he pulses inside your mouth.

You let him go for a moment, hand going up and down on his length as you plase a small kiss on his tip, tongue licking out the white fluid that comes out of it. You reach down again, and his grip on your head is tight as you lick all the way down his cock, taking on of his balls inside your mouth as your hand massaes the other.

He is whining now, almost begging for you to let him cm as you go on to suck his other ball, your free hand teasing his tip as he starts uncontrollably trembling, You go on to massage his entire length again, and he is almost up on his feet as his hips chase after your touch.

"Bua, me vas a dejar seco" he groans out, his accent thick as he is starry eyed by how good you feel rewarding him on his performannce. It feels like heaven inside your mouth as you take him all the way in once again, deepthroating him as you massage his sack, spit running down the skin, balls full of release and ready to let go. (you are gonna leave me dry)

He wants it, needs it -and so do you, judging by the way you tighten your throat around him as you stare deep into his dark eyes, almost as if you are begging for his cum to go down your throat.

He is not about to deny you anything, whole body trembling as he finally lets go, release shooting down your throat as he thrusts inside. It's a long one, his world turned white as he enjoys the sweet extasis you have given him.

It takes him a while to come down from it, no longer inside your mouth, as you clean his cock up with yor tongue, hand massaging his tummy to help him relax.

But by the way he looks at you, you can tell he isn't looking forward to a relaxing time.

His cock is starting to harden again, and his fingers tease your most sensitive part.

A long night is ahead of the two of you.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello!✨ I'm kind of back to writing, truth is I've been wanting to write some things these past weeks however it's been impossible for me to be able to come up with something, I'm having serious writers block😭it's a bit frustrating because I love writing😭😭😭 but I'll try my best to end all the requests and hopefully fully come back!🫶🏻

This is a kind of small reaction with Barça Boys (Pedri, Gavi, Fermín and Ferran) , let me know what you guys think!✨

Slam Car Door

Pedri:

He jumped in his seat, his eyes wide as he saw you slam the door of his car

"Madre mía" (Dear god) He whispered, you opened the door to his car

"I'm so sorry" You say with your hand covering your mouth "I didn't meant to, I couldn't grab the door properly and the wind knocked it out of my hands"

"No te preocupes, amor. Ten cuidado, ¿Sí?" (Don't worry, love. Be careful, yeah?) You nod smiling

"¿Compro un kilo o dos de plátano?" (Should I buy one or two kilos of bananas?) You ask

"Dos. Uno pa' ti y el otro pa'mi" (Two. One for you and the other for me) You laugh nodding

"Got it" You went to close the door and Pedri once again jumped when you slammed the door. His mouth opened and one of his hands moved in question

"Amor" You could read his lips from the window

"It's the wind! It's the wind!" You hurriedly say opening the door once again

"Be careful, bonita. The door can break and-"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, closing the door.

"Y/N!" He yells when he sees you slamming the door "¡Preciosa!"

"What?" You ask giggling

"Stop doing that!"

"What am I doing?!"

"When we get home I swear I'll slam the door of our bathroom!"

"Don't you dare, Pedro González!"

Gavi:

"Any other thing you want me to buy?" You ask lifting your head up from the notes on your phone to look at your two years boyfriend

"I think that would be it"

"You sure? I don't want to forget anything"

"You can add the things we might need to do burguers"

"You want to eat burguers?" He nods smiling softly, you smile before writing down the items you'll need for the dinner "And that's it?" You look down at his hand in your thigh and played with his fingers.

"Yes I think that would be it, unless you'd like to add something at last minute"

"Probably I will" He laughs "I'll be going then" You undo the seatbelt "Hopefully in fifteen minutes, I'm back" You lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Take your time, preciosa"

He grabs his bottle of water from the cupholder and drinks from it. Only to get choked up by it when he hears the slam, his pouty face turns into his famous frown, eyes full of confusion.

"Are your parents coming tomorrow, right? Or is it next week? I'll be cooking your mom's favorite, so should I buy the ingredients now or wait until we're on a closer date?"

"They're coming next week" He confirms what you already know

"So, should I buy them later?" He nods

"Yes, tomatoes can get bad really quick so it's better that way" He nods his eyebrows furrowed. He looked so cute, you wanted to laugh.

"Perfecto, gracias" (Perfect, thanks) You close the door once again, before almost leaving you saw his eyes wide open, trying to figure out how to call you out on this. "Also, do you want me to buy the big jar of nuts?" You ask "or maybe the medium"

"Any of them it's fine" He nods "Something's wrong?"

"No, why?"

"It seems like you're mad"

"I'm not, baby. Why do you say that?" He gets quiet for a minute before shaking his head "Nothing" He whispers "Try not close the door so hard, bebé"

You look at the door before letting a small -oh- acting as if you didn't knew what was bothering him "Did I close it too hard?" He nods instantly

"Joder, si" (Fuck yeah)

"Ay, lo siento" (Sush, I'm sorry) You nod "I'll be careful" You say blowing him a kiss, he winks back at you, you smile and stopped for a few seconds before slamming the door shut.

You could only see his eyes wide open and the "Me cago en la-" he let out before you ran away while laughing, soon you heard the sound of the honk of your boyfriend's car and his yell of your name. You made sure to buy his favorite chocolate cake that day.

Fermín:

"Want me to go with you, amor?"

"Don't worry, Fer. You can stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes" You lean over to kiss his cheek twice before he moved his head and crashed his lips into yours

"Be careful" He said before giving you another kiss, you giggle

"I'll re-stock my girly things and be back in a few minutes"

"I know but still" You smile

"Te quiero mucho más" You say "Want me to bring something for you?"

"I'm so in love with you, you're too cute"

"Te quiero"

"A muffin would do"

"Got it" You got out of the car and without looking back you slammed the door, you started walking but the honk of your boyfriend's car interrupted you "What's up?"

"I think the door wasn't closed"

"Oh! Let me do it again" You slammed the door once again, a bit stronger than before "Better?" You asked and he shook his head

"Not yet" You opened it and closed it again "More" You did it once again putting all of your strenght, you winced a bit in this last one

"Now?"

"Nope"

"Fermín!"

"You were the one starting it, mi amor!"

Ferran:

"¡Ostras!" (Fuck!) "Cuidado, un poco mas y se te devuelve la puerta, preciosa" (Careful, a little more and the door will be returned to you, precious)

"I'm so sorry, Fer! I didn't meant to!"

"That you pay for my door insurance, nena"

"Ferran, stop. It wasn't that bad!"

"Que no fue tan mal? Casi me tiras la puerta en la cara!" (It wasn't that bad? You almost threw the door in my face)

"Exagerado" (Exaggerated)

"Not exaggerated, I'm just taking precautions" You roll your eyes

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Torres. I'll go" He nods

"I'll be waiting for you, beautiful" You smile and close the door once again. You looked at Ferran who simply looked at you, you tried your best to hold your laughter

"What?"

"I know what you're doing and you won't get any reaction from me!"

"What do you think I'm doing?!"

"You dislike this car and want me to buy another one, right?"

"That's not-"

"Save it. I'll do it"

"No! If you want a new car you don't have to say I influenced you"

"But you did" He said "My mind's already setting everything up"

"But I didn't! All I was doing was slamming your car door to see your reac-" You cut yourself off and Ferran's eyebrows went up lightly. You fell in his trap.

"¿Estabas tirando la puerta de mi coche?" (Were you slamming my cars door?)

"In my defense... I was trying to see your reaction and I didn't do it that hard!"

"No, ¡Un poco más y la puerta llega a mi cara!" (No, a bit more and the door gets to my face!)

"¡Mentira!" (Liar!)

"Venga, vamos" (C'mon, let's go) "I'll go with you"

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[barcapix]

Can I request for a possessive Pedri being very angry at a guy who just can’t take no and stop harassing his girlfriend. We all know he is normally someone with a calm head but let’s just say when things escalate he will change gears because he will do anything to protect the people he love. Hurt comfort with a sensitive topic as I draw inspiration from incidents irl.

✮ Protective4You - Pedri González

pedri gonzalez x fem!reader

sy: pedri is always collected, conserved and private. but when he finds his girlfriend in trouble, even at the expense of his own game, he’ll risk his whole calm persona.

a/n: i tried to make this as comforting as possible because nobody deserves any type of harrasmenet, but my inbox is always open if you want to chat. i hope your safe ml 🩷

warnings: some stalkish behaviour, brief harassment, cussing but mostly comfort.

“d’you come here alone often?”

there’s too many people around you, but nobody’s listening.

everyone’s too caught up in the match, screaming, shouting nonsense at the pitch, to themselves, to their friends. and nobody’s listening.

the man’s voice is smooth, alluring. “that’s rare for a pretty girl like yourself.”

he just wont stop talking to you. clearly, he’s intoxicated—theres a stale booze smell lingering from his mouth, occasionally flashing a cigarette between his lips.

you merely give him a tight-lipped smile. “im just trying to watch the game.”

you’ve already shuffled away, rejected and, told him that you weren’t interested but he just couldn’t accept the hint. what makes matters worst is that his voice is so honeyed, that it doesn’t catch anybody’s attention against the loud screech’s of the crowd.

the man leans in, his decayed breath skimming your neck. “y’know, its better to watch the game with company,” there’s a slight slur in the way he speaks.

you close your eyes with a wince. “im okay thanks.”

the guy lets out a frutasted sigh, like hes getting more pissed off at your reluctance than anything. his sigh grates at your ear—sharp, guttural like hes about to say something else.

maybe worse. maybe louder.

“i’ll guarantee you fun,” he takes a step closer. only briefly—does his arm slip around your waist as if he’s about to pull you against him.

you don’t know what stops him.

your grip tightens around the drink in your hand, warm and watery now. a flush of nausea hurdles at the pit of your stomach and you feel your throat close. “please. just leave me alone.”

your voice comes out thin, shaky and that’s when you hear it.

a sudden roar from the crowd, louder than ever shoots through your ears and it briefly pulls you out of your frozen stance. that’s why he stops.

heads turn. gasps expel. screams screech. through a blur, you see a player sprinting—straight towards the stands, towards you.

pedri.

he leaps over the barriers like it’s nothing, boots sliding against the concrete steps and security hardly has time to react before he was infront of you, eyes locked onto the guy.

pedri instantly fists the guys shirt, yanking him away from you. “¿qué carajo crees que estás haciendo?!” (what the fuck do you think your doing)

the guy scoffs, his hands in surrender. “oy—oye! relax man i was just—”

“just what?” he snarls, his brows arched in fury. “you think just because no one’s watching, you can put your hands on her?”

the guy squirms. “its not that serious herma—”

“si lo es,” pedri spits. “dont talk, dont look at her, joder—dont even fucking breathe next to her again. and if i ever see you near her again..”

pedri reels him in, nose to nose. “you’ll leave here with more than a bruised arm.”

then, he pushes him back, enough to knock his balance. the stranger palls with shock, hastily scrambling away through the bodies of people.

you stand there in paralysation, pedri’s voice is barely auidable over the thumping in your ears; you faintly feel the weight of his arms circling around your body as he lifts you up.

everything happens too fast.

your eyes are hugely blurry, your breaths are uneven and you just felt stuck. araujo and gavi come hurdling over the barriers, clearing out a path for you both.

“dont focus on them, focus on me,” you manage to hear him say, holding onto you tighter. “i’ll get you out of here, mi amor.”

you reach the locker room, the door clicks with a dull thud. pedri doesnt hesitate when he cradled you upon the bench, crouching infront of you.

your chest rises, painfully and irregular. vision swims with tears, and the noise from the stadium falls away like water in your ears.

delicately, pedri’s hands found yours, the warmth of his fingertips brushing over your chapped knuckles, then over your palms.

“mira,” he begins softly, nothing like the bite it held moments ago. “breathe with me, okay? breathe.”

you warily nod, squeezing onto his forearm.

”inhale with me,” he whispers. “okay.. now exhale. good. you’re doing good. now again.”

he stayed there, counting each breath of yours, with one hand resting atop your knee while the other stayed intertwined with yours.

finally, your breathing pattern recovers: shallow but steady.

“im so sorry,” you rasp, blinking with wet eyelashes. “i didn’t know what to do,” your voice cracks, “i couldn’t—i could only—”

“hey,” pedri’s voice lowers as he cuts you off. “none of that. don’t ever apologise to me, none of that was your fault.”

another tear falls before you can stop it, but his thumb catches it.

“you didn’t do anything wrong, not even close,” he whispers a little firmly, like he needed you to believe it. “you refused him, that should of been it. and i swear if see that guy in the streets or anywhere—”

he trails off, the rest of the sentence swallowed down like fire on his tongue.

“what about the cameras? did you see how many people were recording?” you begin to panic. “i mean—what will they—”

the boy shakes his head. “i don’t care what the cameras caught. what people see. i don’t care if they ban or suspend me,”

his thumb finds a path back to your cheek, catching another tear that your eyelashes dropped, wiping it across your pale skin.

“you’re the only thing that matters to me.”

you reach for him then, finally regaining any strength back to hurl yourself into him. and the moment your fingers curl into his jersey, he welcomes you in.

pedri slung your legs over his hips, swiftly twisting you on his lap as he took your place on the bench. you tuck yourself away into the indent of his shoulder, his head resting over yours.

the way he held you was so precious.

his arms string across your torso like vines, holding you ever-so tightly so that you couldn’t fall. they move featherlight over your spine, circling shapes over your back like a lullaby.

“i wish i could take it all away from you,” he vows. “every single second of it.”

pedri tightens his hold around your frail frame, cupping the back of your head as if he’s trying to shield you away from anything else. his nose brushes the crown of your hair to sooth you.

“you’re the strongest person i know. but you don’t always have to be with me,” he reassures. “let me be strong for you, neña.”

your heartbeats starts to slow, syncing with his—his voice, arms, the rhythm of his chest beneath your cheek—it’s all so gentle.

“i love you pedri,” he’d heard it a million times before but it wouldn’t kill you to say it again.

the player moves his head slightly to nibble at your neck, barely a breath. “i love you more.”

before you let sleep pull you away, you hear him, sure: “i’d tear the whole world apart before i let anyone hurt you. until i take my last breath.”

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pretty mess | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, overstimulation, dacryphilia

w/c: 0.6k

summary: carlos loves overstimulating you while you cry and beg for him.

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You were so far gone already as you threw your head back and moaned, palms fisting the bedsheets beneath your sweating body as your entire body shook with pleasure and also a bit of pain.

Carlos buried his face into the crook of your neck, letting his nose run along your skin as he chuckled into your neck, “C‘mon, do it again cariño, cum for me again, know you can,” he nodded before he bit your neck, letting his tongue glide over the spot he just bit.

You groaned, fisting his dark hair with your other hand now, “C-Carlos, I don’t think I-”

“I know you can… and you know that as well,” he nodded with a mean smirk, lips only slightly dancing over the skin of your neck and collarbones, “No me mientas, no me mientas, joder,” don’t lie to me, don’t fucking lie to me.

The Spaniard shook his head as he felt your soft hand pulling on his hair in utter desperation while his long fingers went in and out of your drenched cunt, collecting some juice and rubbing your pearly clit with it before he shoved them mercilessly back into you.

“Oh g-god, Carlos!” Your legs started shaking next to his arm, tears blurring your vision as you were only able to stared at the ceiling.

Carlos licked his lips before he attacked your neck and collarbone area again, marking your skin up with bites and kisses,

“just like that… so fucking tight and wet, dios mío,” good god, Carlos mumbled under his breath as he glanced down at your clenching pussy around his two fingers, “don’t hold back, baby, want you to cum again, c‘mon,” he looked up at your trembling figure with dark eyes.

You gasped as your breathing quickened, “B-But I already came so m-many times, p-please,” you cried out in a hoarse tone.

Your boyfriend kissed your neck again before he smiled wickedly, “Oh but that’s doesn’t matter, cariño,” he shook his head, kissing your collarbones with closed eyes as his hand picked its pace up, making you wildly throw your head back again, “you’re gonna cum as many times as I want, are we clear?” He asked in a raspy tone.

You shook your head but Carlos only continuously nodded his head with an evil smile, “oh yes, you will,” he looked up at you through dark pupils, “Lo harás, cariño.“ you will, baby.

Then, Carlos glanced down at his wet fingers again, biting his lip as he noticed how they’re all covered in your arousal,

“Look at that, my pretty girl,” he grinned before he leaned down and quickly licked his fingers clean before he shoved them back into you with a groan, “such a beautiful mess I’ve created, fuck,” he breathed out as he watched how his long fingers stretched your tight entrance out.

You loudly whined in a high pitched tone, desperately trying to squeeze the tears out of your eyes,

“you’re taking it so good, tan jodidamente bueno para mí,” so fucking good for me, your boyfriend smirked down at your clenching pussy before he impulsively gave your wet clit and open-mouthed kiss, making you unintentionally jump at the sudden feeling of his big lips on your clit.

You pathetically tried to push his head with your shaking hands away, but Carlos didn’t move an inch, not even for a single second, while you continued whining and crying, repeatedly panting his name in between the small cries of pain and pleasure.

Carlos chucked into your pussy, neither mouth nor tongue leaving you alone, “trying to get me away from you, huh? Guess you’ll have to try harder than that, cariño…I won’t go anywhere,” he mumbled before he went back to sucking and flicking your clit like a starved man.

[hazeysmile]

000 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 - pazzi

| Parings: paige bueckers x fem!oc x azzi fudd

| Synopsis: valeria de martel, a rookie foreign basketball player, scores a sponsorship that lands her at UConn, home of the Huskies. She meets star player Paige Bueckers, who’s not too happy about her joining, while Azzi Fudd is super excited to have Valeria on the team. As Valeria settles in, she vibes really well with Azzi, and their connection feels natural. But things are tense with Paige, who sees her as competition. Over time, though, they go from rivals to friends. With her strict parents far away and the pressure of big games, Valeria feels overwhelmed, especially when an old flame shows up at university. Meanwhile, both Paige and Azzi starts falling for her.

| word count: 9.4k

| author note: I just wanted to say this is my first time writing something like this about real-life people. I've never done this before, so bear with me; I’m a novice writer. This is how I portray the people in the story, and I hope you like the prologue. Thank you to everyone who reads!

જ⁀➴ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗘, 𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗔𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗠'𝗦 𝗡𝗔𝗚𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘─

Your phone was cradled between your shoulder and ear as you drifted away from your mom's words. She wasn't really worried about your safety; she just focused on your disobedience to your dad and her orders. You hadn't told her about your trip to america, only sharing it with your brothers and uncle—if she knew, all hell would have broken loose.

As you grabbed your luggage from the conveyor belt, the air thickened with tension. Your mother’s Spanish accent grew stronger, her quick, frustrated curses cutting through the busy airport noise. With a practiced ease, you slung your duffel bag over your shoulder, silently acknowledging the storm brewing in her voice.

Wincing at her shout, her thick Spanish lilt filled through the phone with urgency. "Valeria De Martel, ¿me estás escuchando, joder?"

You puffed out your cheeks, once weighed down by your parents' expectations. Now, across the country, you relished the freedom of your own life. Your father, a successful businessman in Lyon, exuded a charm that drew people in, even when his words were mere bullshit.

Your mother exuded elegance, turning heads effortlessly. Behind closed doors, she revealed a different side. In public, your parents were a powerful duo, radiating confidence and a touch of cockiness. At press events, they charmed everyone with their warmth, but it was all a carefully crafted facade, hiding the complexities beneath.

You argued with your mother on the phone for about ten minutes, your voice rising as frustration spilled over. People around you began to stare, giving you strange looks as you shouted a bit. She had a way of bringing out your anger, and after the heated exchange, you fell silent, knowing you wouldn’t hear the end of it, you just listened.

"Sí, Sofía," you whispered-shouted, mumbling her name just out of earshot, aware that it would only fuel her anger with your blend of French and Spanish accents. "Lo sé, lo sé, acabo de aterrizar. Podemos hablar de esto en otro momento cuando esté listo."

"Valeria, no te atrevas—!" Before she could complete her sentence, you swiftly hung up the phone, tucking it into the pocket of your jacket. You knew all too well that her voice would rise in a cacophony of shouts and curses, filled with disapproval and words that offered no support.

You didn't exactly hate flying; you loved traveling, even if it meant attending your parents' parties and galas for their businesses. At least you got to see new places. But now, flying on a commercial airplane with strangers felt completely different from the comfort of your parents' private jet.

You hated the long lines at the American airport, the slow check-ins, and the hassle of having your luggage searched. Despite holding a permanent resident card—your green card—given by your sponsor, you felt like an immigrant. "God bless America," you thought, or whatever the saying is.

You were heading outside the terminal because your new coach texted you the contact details your sponsor provided. He mentioned that one of your teammates, KK Arnold, would pick you up and take you to the penthouse your sponsor bought for you. You did some research on the team, and your brother Benjamin helped too, even though he's a plays futbol.

You and your brother Benjamin share a strong bond. Although he's two years older, people often think you’re twins because of your similar looks, with him being more masculine. He’s passionate about futbol; you used to love it too, but your heart now belongs to basketball ever since your uncle Damien taught you the ins and outs of the game. While you were decent at futbol, Benjamin's skills were exceptional, and he was a devoted fan of the Huskies.

As you walked out of the airport, a bright poster caught your eye, reading, "If your name is Valeria, come here right neow! I swear I’m not a stalker, just a girl tryin' to find the one named Valeria in a crowd of people—seriously, where are you hidin'?!" Leaning against a sleek black SUV was a girl about 5'9", her warm brown skin glowing. She had a slightly athletic build, and her dreads were styled half up, half down, framing her eager face. She held the poster with excitement, her energy lighting up the moment.

You instantly recognized her as KK Arnold, the talented point guard for the UConn Huskies. Her confidence shone through, a true reflection of her skills. With your research and your brother's insights about the team, you felt a connection. He trains at AS Monaco, dreaming of joining La Roja, the Spanish national team, yet his heart still beats for basketball.

He stumbled upon the UConn Huskies a year or two back, and his fascination grew into an enthusiastic fangirl. His excitement was infectious, as he delighted you with passionate conversations about every game, sharing the highs and lows with a fervor that made you feel like part of the team.

You blinked, unsure if you were seeing things correctly. There was KK Arnold, holding a bright poster to grab your attention. A laugh escaped you as you read the playful words on it. You walked over casually, dragging your luggage behind you, but before you could speak, she gasped joyfully, dropped the poster, and pulled you into a warm hug.

"Girl, boo! I thought you got lost on your flight! I was ready to turn into a pilot and hop on a plane to find you," she said, her tone a mix of playful and serious. You couldn’t help but laugh, the warmth of her concern wrapping around you like a cozy blanket.

As you stepped back from her warm embrace, a soft smile graced your lips. With a thick accent, you said, "C'est un plaisir to finally meet you, KK Arnold. I've heard so much about you, UConn, and of course, your esteemed teammates. My name is Valeria De Martel."

She snorted, covering her mouth as laughter bubbled up, clearly amused by your formality. "Easy, girl! No need to be so formal; I don’t bite. Your accent is as rich as chocolate—me likey! Welcome to America! I’ll be your trusty guide and chauffeur, KK or Papi KK. Now, let’s get you settled into your new home."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you began to place your luggage in the trunk, but KK was quick to intervene. With a determined grace, she took over, ensuring that your belongings were securely stowed away, closing the trunk with a gentle click.

"Hop in, m'princesa. Papi KK will take care of everything; you just sit back and look pretty," she said, standing by the open passenger door and gesturing for you to enter. You couldn't help but smile at her bold demeanor as you settled into the plush passenger seat, feeling a delightful mix of amusement and admiration for her confident charm.

"A charmer, huh? Well, I’ll take it! Just promise me one thing—don't go calling yourself daddy!"

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

“How you feelin’, Vee?” KK asked, her voice softening as she caught a glimpse of your contemplative expression. As she made a smooth left turn, the car glided effortlessly down the street leading to your penthouse.

About forty minutes ago, the car was alive with music and laughter as you and KK enjoyed your favorite tracks. She surprisingly loved your mix of Spanish and French songs, along with those catchy 2000s hits. At one point, she sang in Spanish, saying, “Hey, Spanish music just brings out the Spanish-speaking in me!” You both laughed heartily. But now, as the music faded, KK felt a shift in the atmosphere, the playful banter replaced by a subtle tension.

"My hands won’t stop shaking," you admitted, your accent thick as you released a shaky breath.

You felt a rush of excitement, finally free from the strict rules and high expectations of your parents. Yet, beneath that thrill was a wave of nervousness about being in America. Surrounded by strangers, you only knew the UConn team and your new teammates, leaving the rest a mystery. Thankfully, you understood English from your brother and uncle, who spoke it better than you.

You stared out the window, lost in thought, when KK's hand brushed against yours, making you jump. You realized you were fidgeting, and as she gently stroked your hand, a sense of calm washed over you. With a reassuring squeeze, she said softly, "Hey, you'll be fine, bookie. It's just Nika we're meeting outside your residence. Trust me, she already loves you." Her soothing voice wrapped around you, easing your nerves.

As the car came to a gentle stop outside the towering complex, you take in the sleek, modern building before you. It stands tall and pristine, with large windows that reflect the afternoon sun, hinting at the vibrant life within. It feels like a world unto itself, with other apartments lining its elegant facade.

You and KK step out of the SUV, the air buzzing with anticipation. Together, you start unloading your things, the sound of laughter mingling with the soft rustle of bags and suitcases. Each item you pull out feels like a new chapter waiting to unfold in this fresh, exciting space.

As you and KK strolled across the street toward your new home, she effortlessly balanced two duffel bags on her shoulders and two suitcases in hand, her presence a steady anchor beside you. Meanwhile, you were laden with the weight of your entire existence, having transported your life from Lyon, France, to America without leaving a single trace behind.

Your gaze drifted to a young woman casually leaning against the building, her dark brown wavy hair flowing down her shoulders, framing her warm brown eyes. Recognition washed over you—it's Nika Muhl, the Croatian point guard for the UConn Huskies. She's known for her defensive prowess, offensive skills, and exceptional leadership on the court.

As you approached, Nika looked up from her phone, her face brightening with joy. “Beba!” she called out, excitement filling her voice as she rushed toward you, wrapping you in a tight hug. In that moment, nothing else mattered; you dropped your bags, your arms encircling her neck while she held you close, swaying like long-lost friends.

“I’m so happy you’re finally here. Coach has been talking about you since summer." Nika whispered against your neck, and you smiled. You were supposed to arrive earlier, but your parents had complicated things. “Damn, I must be popular then. Everyone seems excited to meet the new girl,” you teased, your thick accent adding a playful touch.

Nika stepped back from the hug, her hands resting on your slim waist, a playful glimmer in her eyes. “Yeah, duh! It’s been forever since we had a foreign player. You’re a total mystery since you don’t show up on social media,” she said, a small frown hinting at her disappointment. She clearly wanted to see your high school highlights or any gameplay, but found nothing.

“Hehe, you’ll just have to see it in person,” you teased, your smile bright and inviting. Nika smirked, knowing there were indeed video out there. Your Instagram was filled with edited highlights from your international championship win at just 15, a vivid snapshot of your journey that you and your brother had crafted together.

"Alright, alright, what we’re not gonna do is leave me out, new bestie! Save some Valeria love for yours truly, KK Arnold," she chimed in, her voice light yet tinged with a hint of faux jealousy as she observed the two of you, feeling a touch sidelined.

"Could never forget about you, bestie," you replied, your fingers slipping from Nika’s waist as you wrapped your arms around KK's shoulders for a warm side hug.

"Now, let’s head up to see your new place—and my new home, of course, if it vibes up there. Paige might have to start lookin' for a new roommate because I’m totally movin' in with you!" KK declared, her playful tone laced with an undercurrent of seriousness. As you withdrew your arm from her shoulders to grab your luggage, Nika swiftly intervened, hoisting two duffel bags over her shoulders while you were left with two suitcases. Together, the three of you stepped into the building, an air of excitement enveloping you as you made your way toward the elevator.

KK swiped her key card against the elevator panel, and the doors slid shut with a soft whoosh, sealing us inside. “This shit is fancy, not gonna lie. At least no one can just waltz up here; they need a swipey swipe,” she laughed, her joy infectious, making you and Nika giggle along with her.

As we chatted, Nika and KK noticed the striking partial heterochromia in your left eye, a detail that stood out beautifully. They also caught glimpses of the tattoos peeking from your neck, while the rest remained hidden beneath your clothes. You shared that you had braces in the past, recently removed, and their surprise was clear; they had thought your smile was naturally perfect.

When the elevator dinged, announcing our arrival on the 42nd floor, the doors opened to reveal your new home. Before you could step out, KK was already out the door, luggage in hand, and the sight sent you and Nika into fits of laughter. It was a funny moment, watching her act as if this place was hers, while you and Nika followed behind.

“Hey Vee, would it be cool if I moved in? No bullshit." KK called out, stepping into the living room—a space that effortlessly blended modern simplicity with an air of dark elegance. She flopped onto the couch, her feet kicked up, and her arm draped casually over the backrest.

“God damn, you really are a princessa,” she murmured to herself, taking in the vastness of the room.

You, Nika, and KK meandered through the expansive living area, which was bathed in a warm, natural glow from the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed the stunning city skyline beyond. The walls, painted in a deep charcoal gray, provided a sophisticated backdrop for the sumptuous deep blue velvet sofas, their plush cushions beckoning you to sink in and relax.

At the heart of the room, a sleek, low-lying coffee table crafted from polished steel and glass commanded attention, surrounded by modern sculptures and art pieces that lent an air of creativity. On one side, a large flat-screen TV was seamlessly mounted on the wall, framed by a minimalist media console in a matching charcoal gray, offering ample storage for entertainment essentials while maintaining an uncluttered aesthetic.

You three entered the spacious kitchen, a place that exuded a sense of dark elegance. The tall black cabinets reached up to the ceiling, beautifully contrasting with the bright white marble countertops. Soft recessed lighting filled the room, highlighting the central island that served both as a prep space and a casual dining area. Sleek stainless steel appliances, including a double oven and a roomy refrigerator, blended into the design, making everything easily accessible. The glossy dark backsplash added a touch of sophistication, while clever storage solutions hinted at luxury.

"Damn, this feels like a scene from a dark romance novel," KK said, and you and Nika nodded, imagining the kind of rich, ruthless businessmen who might inhabit such a space—only this time, it was a penthouse instead of a mansion.

"I know, right? Those rich, ruthless businessmen from those dark romance stories." Nika chimed in, as if reading your mind.

"You just took the words right out of my head," you replied, your accent thick as you bypassed the studio room. Your gaze was drawn to the inviting balcony. In a rush, you all made your way to the glass door, flinging it open to step out onto the medium-sized balcony, the vibrant city sprawling below you.

The modern oasis unfolded before you, a stunning blend of minimalist design and sleek sophistication. Dark wood decking contrasted beautifully with contemporary metal accents, creating an inviting and stylish atmosphere. A chic outdoor sofa paired with a glass-top coffee table formed a cozy lounge, while carefully arranged planters added a splash of greenery. The compact outdoor kitchen and a small bar had Nika and KK buzzing with excitement.

"We don’t even need to hit up a bar anymore; we can just grab drinks and whip them up here." KK exclaimed, her enthusiasm bright as you leaned against the railing, soaking in the breathtaking city view. Your phone buzzed softly with missed messages from your parents. Were you going to answer? Nope! Would they be mad? Definitely. Did you care? Not at all; they were far away.

KK joined you, gripping the railing and leaning forward to shout, "WE GOT A FUCKIN' NEW TEAMMATE! HER NAME IS VALERIA DE MARTEL! WATCH THE HELL OUT, UCONN HUSKIES ON TOP, IT'S KK ARNOLD HOE!" You and Nika exchanged amused glances, stifling laughter as you watched KK turn around, her triumphant smile beaming like she had just won a grand victory.

As we stepped away from the balcony, excitement pulled us toward your master bedroom. KK gently opened the door, its soft creak unveiling a space filled with warmth and style. The walls, painted a deep charcoal grey, wrapped the room in a cozy embrace, while detailed molding along the ceiling. Rich black velvet curtains hung gracefully, framing the large windows and allowing just a hint of soft light to seep in.

In the center of this oasis was your grand king-sized bed, with a plush headboard that invited relaxation. The bedding was a luxurious mix of silky sheets, a chunky knit throw, and an array of soft pillows, creating a perfect spot to unwind.

Across from the bed, a sleek flat-screen TV blended seamlessly with the decor, while stylish nightstands held elegant lamps that bathed the room in a warm light. A chic leather chair nestled in the corner.

Your walk-in closet was a dream come true, displaying a carefully chosen wardrobe that reflected your unique style. Custom shelves showcased each piece like treasures, while the en-suite bathroom sparkled with modern luxury. A deep soaking tub and a refreshing rain shower awaited, all set against dark marble countertops that gleamed softly.

You and KK stepped into your bedroom, a soft sigh escaping as you both collapsed onto the bed, the sheets wrapping around you like a warm embrace. In that moment, you felt a deep sense of belonging in this new space—one that was all your own. It might not have the luxury of your parents' grand mansion, but its cozy charm was a perfect fit for your hearts.

"Damn, this has really changed how I see things. Paige will have to find a new roommate because I’m moving in with Vee! This bed feels so forbidden and divine; I’ve never experienced anything like it." KK murmured, her voice muffled by the plush pillows, surrendering to the comfort that enveloped her.

"So, beba, are you excited to be here? 'Cause I’m seriously thrilled for you—!" Nika's enthusiasm spilled over, only to be playfully interrupted when KK shot her a look. Nika rolled her eyes with a laugh, backtracking. "Sorry! I mean, we’re excited for you to be here," she said, gesturing between herself and KK.

"But I'm more excited than she is." KK mutters to herself, though the words escape her lips just loud enough for you to hear. You can't help but snort, rolling over to catch Nika's gaze. KK, sensing the pull of sleep, sits up, knowing all too well that surrendering to the comfort of the bed would mean drifting off.

"Yeah, I'm excited too, but honestly, I'm also a bit nervous. My hands were shaking earlier, but KK helped settle my nerves. It's just... fitting in here, in this new country, and with the team. Will they see me as a stranger or an outsider?" you confess, your voice a delicate blend of uncertainty and a hint of excitement, though the weight of doubt lingers heavily in your mind.

"Trust me, they won’t treat you any differently than they treat us. They’ll love you just like we do. They’re genuinely eager to meet another foreign basketball player; they’ve been talking about you all summer, waiting for your arrival since you were supposed to come then." Nika reassures you, settling beside you and rubbing your back in a soothing motion, her tone enveloping you like a warm embrace.

"But be ready; Paige might be a tough cookie to crack," KK chimed in, her smile radiating warmth as she glanced at you.

You blinked, trying to process the flurry of information. The prospect of meeting more people so soon after your arrival made your heart race, and a nervous bead of sweat formed on your palms, prompting you to discreetly wipe them on your black cargo pants. "Why is Paige Bueckers a tough cookie to crack? Wait, a party? When? Where? For how long? I just landed in America for the first time; can't a foreigner catch a break?" You rambled, your French accent lending an air of charm to your flustered words.

"Well, last year, she tore her ACL during a game and had to sit out for the rest of the season. The coach basically banned her from practice and the gym, which left her feeling isolated. She was crushed about missing out on playing, but now that she’s back, her competitive spirit is fiercer than ever. No one takes this sport as seriously as Paige does. She might see you as a potential rival, like one of those cocky ass basketball players who only care about themselves. So, she’s a bit on guard right now. But trust me, once she meets you and gets to know you, you two will become great friends, just like me and you." KK explained, her gestures weaving the bond of your friendship into the conversation.

But that only sparked your curiosity. They say curiosity killed the cat, and it had led you astray more times than you could count. This time, however, you held back your questions. KK and Nika caught the flicker of intrigue in your eyes, and KK added, "Just remember, I was here first, before Paige. We’re besties for life."

"We were thinking of inviting them over to your place, if that's cool with you. We could bring some ice cream and make our own bowls—nothing too fancy, just a chill hangout with the team and you," Nika said softly, her hand gently rubbing your back as you nodded, welcoming the idea. "But we have practice in an hour, so we need to leave early since your home is about 30 to 40 minutes away from campus. You can relax here or take a nap; we’ll be back around seven or eight, so just be ready."

With that, Nika stood up, giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze as she moved toward the bedroom door. KK, however, groaned, reluctant to leave the warmth of the cozy bed. With a sigh that echoed her reluctance, she rolled out of your bed, "See you later, Vee." As they stepped out, you fell back onto your bed, stretching out like a starfish while your gaze wandered up to the new ceiling above you.

Exhaustion finally washed over you after that grueling eleven-hour flight. You slowly pulled out your phone, your heart sinking as you saw ten unread messages and two missed calls from your father. He was more intimidating than your mother, and the thought of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. Alongside that, there were five missed calls and twenty unread messages from her, a reminder of the whirlwind of family life waiting for you.

Amidst the chaos, you noticed unread messages from your uncle, your brother Benji, and your older brother Marco, which brought a soft smile to your lips. But the weight of sleepiness was heavy, and before you could even think to reply, your phone slipped from your hand, landing gently on your chest. Your eyelids fluttered closed, surrendering to the sweet embrace of sleep.

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The UConn Huskies packed into the elevator, their chatter a lively symphony of excitement and laughter, buzzing with the thrill of finally meeting you. Meanwhile, you were blissfully unaware, lost in the depths of slumber, your new bed cradling you in its embrace. It was 7:54 P.M., and Paige, on the other hand, had been dragged from her dorm by none other than her best friend, Azzi Fudd. Reluctantly, she had agreed to join this little gathering, Azzi adamant that she needed to connect with you, the new freshman now that you were part of the Husky family.

As the elevator ascended, Paige leaned against the wall, a look of mild disinterest etched on her face. Her hands were shoved deep into the pockets of her snug dark gray Nike tech zip-up jacket, perfectly accentuating her lean, athletic frame. A gentle ding heralded their arrival, and the doors slid open to reveal your inviting abode.

Stepping inside, the girls' excitement was almost tangible as they took in the spaciousness of your home. They explored every nook and cranny, while Aubrey, Sarah, and Lou made a beeline for the kitchen, arms overflowing with bags of ice cream, condiments, and an enticing array of toppings and syrups, their eyes sparkling with the promise of indulgence.

"Damn, she's loaded; she could seriously be my sugar mommy," Azzi quipped, her eyes glimmering with playful mischief as she absorbed the inviting atmosphere of your penthouse. The air was thick with a rich tapestry of scents—an intoxicating blend of incense and deep chocolate, intertwined with the warmth of aged wood and leather, evoking the essence of spiced red wine.

Paige rolled her eyes, a hint of disapproval crossing her face, though she couldn't deny the allure of your home’s fragrance. No way she’d ever admit that, though. KK nodded in enthusiastic agreement with Azzi's words. "I already told Vee I'm movin' in; Paige is just gonna have to find a new roommate." At that, Paige snapped her head toward KK, disbelief etched across her features.

"You just met her, and you're already thinking about moving in? What if she's not who she seems—maybe just a cocky, two-faced bitch hiding behind a sweet smile." Paige interjected, her voice low and laced with skepticism. KK shot her a sharp look, while Azzi gently nudged Paige, silently urging her to hold her tongue.

Nika rolled her eyes, crossing her arms defiantly. "Paige, chill out; she's really sweet and cool."

"Girl, boo, right! She's already stirring up trouble without even meeting my new bestie." KK replied, a teasing smile creeping across her face as she plotted how to wake you up, her excitement bubbling over. "Now let me go wake my bestie boo up!"

With that, she dashed upstairs, her footsteps light and eager, while Nika followed closely behind, anticipation dancing in her eyes as she prepared to witness KK's playful attempt to rouse you from your slumber.

"Paige, can you just put on a friendly face for a bit?" Azzi whispered, her tone laced with a mix of hope and exasperation as they made their way to the kitchen. "We’re really just trying to get to know her."

Trailing behind, Paige exuded a palpable reluctance. "Honestly, I didn’t want to be here at all. You dragged me along after I said no more times than I can count. What’s the point of meeting yet another cocky bastard who thinks they’re the best thing since sliced bread?" she replied, a hint of disdain coloring her words.

Azzi let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose in an effort to stave off a headache. As they entered the kitchen, they found Aubrey perched casually on the expansive countertop, effortlessly tossing grapes into her mouth, her demeanor relaxed as Sarah leaned against the sink. Lou stood nearby, animatedly discussing you and your quirks.

Sarah caught sight of Paige and Azzi as they sauntered into the kitchen. "Wait, Paige, hand me your phone real quick," she declared, her tone abrupt yet laced with urgency. Paige raised an eyebrow, surprise flickering across her face, but curiosity soon took the reins. With a languid motion, she retrieved her iPhone 14 Pro, the sleek device glinting in the light, and handed it over to Sarah, the screen already illuminated.

Aubrey gracefully slid off the countertop, positioning herself like a shadow behind Sarah, while Lou stood to her right and Azzi took up a spot on her left. The trio formed a tight circle, their energy palpable as Sarah focused intently on the screen. "What the hell are you doing on my phone, Sarah?" Paige's voice was tinged with a mix of intrigue and mild alarm as she caught a glimpse of Sarah's determined expression.

"I'm just trying to find Valeria's Instagram to see if she's posted any highlights." Sarah replied, her tone casual yet purposeful. In an instant, Paige lunged forward to reclaim her phone, but Sarah deftly pulled it out of reach, a playful glint in her eye. Aubrey and Azzi gently placed their hands on Paige's chest, holding her back with a teasing restraint.

"Aht aht, let her find the damn Instagram. You're acting like we're watching porn on your phone." Aubrey chimed in, a smirk dancing across her lips. Lou's curiosity mirrored Aubrey's, both eager to see what would unfold. Meanwhile, Nika and KK were busy scouring YouTube and TikTok for your highlights, but their efforts yielded nothing. You simply didn’t exist on social media, or at least not under the terms they were searching for.

"Hell no, I don't want that girl in my search history," Paige shot back, her tone thick with disdain and contempt.

Sarah, brushing off Paige's words, swiftly dove into the digital realm, her fingers dancing across the screen until she unearthed your Instagram profile under the username "Val_Astral." The aesthetic was strikingly minimalist; a blacked-out profile pic that hinted at mystery. Your bio was a cool mix of flags—France, Spain, Brazil—alongside your age, 19, punctuated by a basketball emoji. A powerful quote captured the essence of your spirit: "No soy quisquillosa; solo sé lo que merezco."

With a raised eyebrow, Sarah observed the follower count—17k—and mused, "For 17k followers, I lowkey expect like a million or something." Her gaze shifted to the two posts, one from five years ago and another from four. Intrigued, she tapped the video from five years back, which boasted a staggering 6 million views and over 1.9 million likes.

The video unfolded, revealing a younger version of you, a teenager with a tousled manbun, sweat glistening on your brow as you caught your breath. Clad in a bold black and red jersey emblazoned with the number 44, the matching shorts hung loosely at your hips. You stood amidst a swarm of reporters, microphones thrust forward, their eager inquiries echoing in the air, capturing a moment that was both electrifying and overwhelming.

Questions in rapid French flew around you, like "Quelle a été la clé du succès de votre équipe tout au long du tournoi?" and "Pouvez-vous décrire les émotions que vous avez ressenties lors du match final?" Sarah and Lou translated the French words for their friends, helping them understand better.

You answered the barrage of questions with an air of quiet confidence, your breath coming in soft puffs as you lifted your shirt to wipe the sweat from your forehead. The light glinted off your slightly toned abdomen, a hint of four-pack abs shimmering in the glow, each droplet of sweat accentuating the moment. Your voice, light yet imbued with a hint of raspiness, flowed with a thick French and Spanish accent, the black braces behind your crooked teeth adding an unexpected charm.

Behind you, Paige leaned against Azzi, her gaze fixed on the screen as she watched the video unfold. Her expression was a mix of disinterest and curiosity, pondering why this seemingly mundane clip—just you conversing in a different language—had amassed a staggering number of likes and views. It was dull, almost hypnotic, threatening to lull her into a state of slumber.

“Valeria,” began a young reporter from L'Equipe, her voice wavering slightly in the face of your imposing presence. "Félicitations pour votre victoire ce soir. Une performance phénoménale, en effet. Vous êtes devenu le joueur vedette de la France, nous éblouissant avec 63 points à couper le souffle, 18 passes décisives, 8 blocs, 6 interceptions et 7 rebonds. Mais la vraie question est la suivante: saviez-vous que votre équipe gagnerait ce soir?"

When Lou and Sarah heard the French reporter's words, their mouths fell open in astonishment at the remarkable stats from the championship game you had just triumphed in. As Sarah and Lou translated for their friends, Aubrey’s eyes widened in disbelief, while Azzi stared, caught in a blend of intrigue and shock. Paige, however, remained skeptical, convinced it was all a fabrication of fake news and sensationalism, yet they all leaned in closer, captivated by the unfolding scene.

A palpable silence filled the air, thick enough to be felt, as the anticipation became almost unbearable. Your lips, adorned in a deep, almost vampiric red, curled into a slow, barely perceptible smirk. Your gaze, devoid of warmth yet piercingly intense, was accentuated by that striking heterochromia eye, sparkling with a chilling confidence as it locked onto the reporter.

"Est-ce que je savais?" you echoed the young reporter's question, your French tinged with a subtle Spanish accent that only sharpened its impact. You paused, allowing the tension to swell, each heartbeat amplifying the suspense. "Let's be clear about something, chéri.. I don't 'know' things. I dictate them. So yeah, I fucking knew. From the moment I stepped onto that court. I knew. This entire goddamn championship was mine to take."

"Et franchement," You tilted your head, your chillingly confident gaze sweeping over the stunned faces of the reporters. "quiconque pensait le contraire est un putain d'imbécile."

The atmosphere crackled with tension, your casual arrogance hanging in the air like a heavy fog, suffocating any attempt at a comeback. One journalist, visibly shaken, stammered as he tried to formulate a follow-up question, but you silenced him effortlessly with a dismissive wave of your hand.

"Maintenant, si vous m'excusez," you said, your voice dripping with a blend of cockiness and elegance, "J'ai un trophée pour célébrer. Essayez de ne pas vous mettre en mon chemin." With that, you turned and strode away, leaving a trail of bewildered reporters in your wake. The echoes of your chilling confidence lingered long after you had departed. The victory may have belonged to France, but tonight, it was unequivocally yours; you owned the court, and you were fully aware of it.

"Haha—my performance tonight? Flawless. Mon tournage ? Mortel. La victoire ? Une putain de formalité." Your voice rang out as the video morphed into a captivating edit, the infectious rhythm of "Hmm - HotHeads" setting the stage for a breathtaking showcase of your court prowess. Each frame unfolded like a masterful painting, illustrating your finesse—sinking three-pointers, executing mid-range shots with precision, and gliding effortlessly to the paint for layups. You dazzled with slick passes, leaving defenders scrambling, snatching the ball with an ease that seemed almost choreographed. Your leaps were nothing short of poetry in motion, swatting shots away and claiming rebounds, orchestrating flawless assists that left the crowd in awe.

Once again, your voice pierced through the edit, brimming with confidence: "I'm just quicker, sharper—I'm just straight-up fuckin' better!" The scene captured the moment you drained a three-pointer, the ball swishing through the net as you locked eyes with your opponent, flashing a cocky three-finger salute, a smirk dancing on your lips.

In another electrifying clip, you crossed up your opponent with lightning speed, sending them sliding across the gleaming hardwood floor. Laughter erupted from you, a joyous sound that filled the air as you launched yet another deep three, not even bothering to watch it fall—your instinct told you it was a sure thing. You strolled away, confidence radiating from every step.

Then, your voice returned, rich with a blend of accents—Spanish intertwined with French. "Yeah, we won," you drawled, the satisfaction evident in your tone, a perfect finale to the exhilarating display of your undeniable talent. "But let's be honest without me? They wouldn't have stood a fucking chance. I carried that team on my back, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. This trophy? It's basically mine." As the montage unfolded, you sank a stunning buzzer-beater from half court in the final quarter, the ball arcing gracefully through the air before swishing through the net. The moment was electrifying, a perfect climax to your highlight reel. As the video faded out, the victory felt palpable.

"Damn, that was cold." Aubrey said, her voice filled with admiration and disbelief at your incredible high school highlight. "That edit is fire." Lou exclaimed, her accent adding a melodic charm to her words, clearly mesmerized by the stunning edit and the perfect track that accompanied the edit.

Azzi and Sarah nodded in awe, their eyes sparkling with admiration, while Paige scoffed, disapproval etched across her features. She couldn't overlook the way you seemed to overshadow your teammates, your confidence bordering on arrogance.

"Did you see how she just basically shamed her own teammates? Seriously, do we really want someone like that—who doesn't give a flying fuck about us at all? She only cares about herself and her image." Paige shot back, her voice slicing through the admiration like a knife, laced with disbelief and indignation.

All eyes turned to her, the tension palpable. Sarah rubbed her neck, deliberately avoiding Paige's piercing gaze, while Aubrey and Lou exchanged knowing whistles, diverting their eyes. Everyone recognized that Paige spoke a harsh truth, but who would dare to voice their agreement? Not a chance.

"C'mon, P. That was literally high school; she was just 14 or 15, winning a huge championship like that. You weren't even in France that day." Azzi broke the silence, her voice steady and calm. She could feel the weight of Paige's sharp gaze on her, a momentary pause hanging in the air as she continued. "You have no idea what she was feeling in that moment. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she was on top of the world after dropping 63 points and walking away with a big trophy."

"Yeah, Paige, chill out. Nika and KK say she's coo peeps; give her a shot." Aubrey added, her tone soothing as she rested a hand on Paige's shoulder. Yet, despite the comfort, Paige remained tense, muttering curses under her breath—a silent rebellion known only to herself.

"Alright, let me hand P her phone back." Sarah said, returning the device. Paige immediately dove into her Instagram search history, swiftly deleting your username with a flick of her thumb. Just as she was about to voice her thoughts, KK's voice broke through the tension, shifting the atmosphere once again.

"Girl, boo! I was just waking you up!" KK exclaimed, rolling her eyes with playful exasperation, a teasing smile illuminating her face. Nika couldn't help but chuckle, her mind drifting back to the moment KK had roused you from your dreams. You lay there on your side, blissfully unaware of the delightful chaos that was about to unfold around you.

KK nestled beside you, positioning herself a mere seven inches from your face, gently tapping your cheek while whispering softly, "Wake up, babygirl! Come on, wifey—our tiny tornadoes are downstairs plotting their next snack attack, and they need their queen to lead the charge!"

With each persistent tap, you groaned, and as your eyes fluttered open, you were met with KK's radiant grin, startling you to the point of tumbling out of bed with a loud thud. Nika erupted into laughter, and KK seized the moment to tease, "You know you drool when you sleep?"

Her voice dripped with playful mockery, and embarrassment flooded your cheeks as your hand flew to your mouth, wiping at the corners as if to erase any trace of your slumber. Your cheeks burned with a rosy hue while KK snickered, and Nika simply reveled in the joy of the moment, laughter echoing in the air.

As KK took the lead in choosing your outfit, her approach mirrored a mother’s care on a child’s first day of school. With a playful sparkle in her eye, she couldn’t help but tease your quirky Bugs Bunny UGG slippers. What started as a simple task quickly evolved into a lively dress-up session, completely overshadowing the ones waiting downstairs.

KK carefully selected a stylish yet casual look: a black Big Worm graphic sweatshirt that hung just right, teasing a glimpse of your toned abs whenever you reached up. The dark gray, baggy sweatpants sagged slightly, allowing the edge of your white Calvin Klein boxers to peek out. Your dark gray UGG slippers rounded off the outfit, enhanced by a spritz of Dior Sauvage cologne. Though she considered taming your wild hair, KK decided it was perfect as is—messy yet charming.

Your outfit beautifully showcased the intricate tattoos that adorned your arms and neck, each design a captivating mix of flowers and vines, as if they were alive. The delicate patterns wrapped around your fingers and flowed down your forearms, with slender vines dancing gracefully. KK admired them, her fingers lightly tracing the ink, captivated by how they enhanced your look.

"I finally managed to wake our sleeping beauty!" KK called out, playfully pulling you along toward the rest of the team, who erupted in laughter and teasing applause.

A nervous smile crept onto your face—not from shyness, but from the excitement of meeting Americans for the first time in a new country. As your gaze swept over the girls, you were enveloped in warm embraces and friendly high-fives, a delightful surprise that swiftly banished any lingering doubts. The atmosphere buzzed with energy as your new teammates playfully jostled one another, eager to decide who would be the first to engage you in conversation.

Before long, you found an instant connection with Lou. The two of you effortlessly slipped into conversations in Spanish and French, delighting in the rhythm of your words. Lou laughed at the speed of your speech, her dialect slightly different yet harmonizing beautifully with yours. The other girls watched with smiles, their faces lighting up despite not understanding a word. They were simply thrilled that you had found someone to relate to, not only in basketball but also in language.

Aubrey glided in, effortlessly commanding your attention—a moment you had been eagerly awaiting, thanks to your diligent research on UConn. Your hands met in a cool, casual dap, a gesture that felt both familiar and inviting. "Hey, I'm Aubrey Griffin. So awesome to finally meet you, Valeria. The coach, KK, and Nika have shared so much about you!"

A gentle smile graced your lips as you responded, your accent rich and warm. "Same here. It’s an honor to play for your team, and a true privilege to be in America." Aubrey's grin blossomed further as she casually draped her arm over your shoulder, guiding you toward Paige and Azzi, who were engaged in a hushed exchange.

Azzi chastised Paige for her somewhat childish antics, while Paige, ever the defender, insisted that her skepticism was perfectly reasonable. Azzi, with a knowing glint in her eye, encouraged her to stop behaving like a child.

"These two lovely people are good friends of mine and also your new teammates—"

"Azzi Fudd and Paige Bueckers, right?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, feeling Aubrey's arm slide away from your shoulder. Azzi greeted you with a radiant smile, her eyes shimmering with warmth and friendliness, while Paige exuded a cool detachment, her expression suggesting she couldn’t care less about your presence or the fleeting moment.

"It’s a pleasure to finally meet you both. Valeria De Martel at your service," you proclaimed, your signature accent dancing through the air as you extended your hand toward both Paige and Azzi. Azzi nudged Paige, a hint of urgency in her gesture, but Paige remained unmoved until KK broke the silence.

"Aye, P-Boogers! You really gonna leave my bestie boo hangin'? Or are you just gonna keep actin' like the ultimate nonchalant dreadhead? You need to greet my girl Valeria, aka Vee, with the green!" KK snapped her fingers, her tone teasing yet insistent. Paige rolled her eyes, the very picture of casual indifference, but finally, she reached out, grasping your hand in a grip that was surprisingly firm.

Your eyes widened at the strength of her handshake, a spark of unexpected electricity coursing through you. A grin tugged at your lips, and your heart fluttered as her piercing blue gaze met yours. Yet, within those striking depths lay an unmistakable air of disinterest and ennui, as if she were trapped in a moment she wished to escape—an unvarnished truth that lingered between you, palpable and raw.

She stood tall, exactly six feet, her lean athletic physique accentuated by the fitted dark gray Nike Tech sweat outfit that hugged her frame just right. There was an undeniable magnetism about her; her long ash-colored hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, allowing her fair skin to radiate under the soft light. High cheekbones framed her face, and the sharp angles of her sculpted jawline made her look both fierce and stunning.

You found yourself lost in her presence, staring with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. When she tried to retract her hand, your grip tightened instinctively, as if you were trying to hold onto the moment itself. "Can you let go?" Her voice was a captivating blend of husky softness and firm demand, slicing through your daze.

In an instant, you snapped back to reality, blinking as a rush of embarrassment colored your cheeks. You released her hand like it was a live wire, your own hands flailing in a nervous dance. An apology tumbled out in French, completely unplanned, as you felt the weight of all the eyes around you. The other girls erupted in laughter at your awkwardness, their amusement clear, while Paige shot you a look of annoyance, as if your flustered charm was more of a bother than a delight.

"Cálmate, cálmate, Vee. Eres bueno; no quisiste decir nada con eso." Lou's voice broke through the tension, her rich accent wrapping around you like a warm blanket, soothing your frayed nerves. Just as you were about to let another apology slip from your lips, Azzi appeared, her presence radiating warmth as she pulled you into a cozy embrace. That familiar flutter ignited in your chest, reminiscent of the electric jolt from Paige's handshake.

"She isn't mad, so no more apologies." Azzi chimed in, her tone a gentle melody that brushed against the shell of your ear. "But damn, you look even better in person than in that video." Her words were soft yet firm, sending a delightful warmth cascading through you, your cheeks flushing as Paige shot you a glare, her irritation a riddle you couldn’t quite solve.

"My, my such a silver tongue, ma bella. I wonder if it tastes as sweet as it sounds," you whispered, your accent rich and inviting. Azzi's lips formed a delicate "o," a blush blooming on her cheeks, even though the French words slipped just beyond her grasp. There was something undeniably enchanting in your delivery, a charm that seemed to captivate her completely.

"I might've missed the words, but the way you said that? Damn, that was hot. You're such a tempting charmer with that pretty face of yours—care to say it again but slower?" Her lips brushed against the shell of your ear, igniting a spark that sent a shiver racing down your spine. The warmth of her breath danced against your skin, a tantalizing whisper that lingered long after she pulled away. Her hands, strong yet gentle, settled on your lower back, a perfect blend of softness and strength that spoke of countless hours spent on the basketball court.

As you leaned in closer, your arms draped over her shoulders, you noticed how she stood just a fraction taller than you. It was an unexpected advantage that made your heart race with excitement. When she uttered those words again, her voice a sultry blend of mischief and allure, your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t anticipated her playful flirting, and the way she teased you sent your mind spinning.

She pulled back slightly, her gaze locking onto yours, and the lingering sensation of her lips against your ear left you feeling breathless. The warmth in your cheeks betrayed you, a rosy hue blooming as you stared into her deep brown eyes, which sparkled with warmth and a magnetic charm.

You didn’t even realize that the other girls in the kitchen were watching with amusement, their eyes glinting as they lowkey hyped you up, caught in the electric vibe of the moment. Lou was in the corner, her voice ringing out in Spanish, cheerfully urging you on, her energy infectious. But then there was Paige, the lone dissenting voice in the crowd, glaring at you with a look that could freeze flames, rolling her eyes as if this whole scene was beneath her.

Yet there you were, completely lost in Azzi’s gaze, the rest of the world fading into a soft blur. It felt like a bubble had formed around the two of you, isolating you from the laughter and chatter of the kitchen. Just as you thought you could drown in those deep, captivating eyes, a sharp throat-clearing from KK sliced through the air, yanking you both back to reality.

KK stepped in, her arm sliding between you and Azzi, disrupting the magnetic pull that had drawn you together. As her hands trailed down from your lower back, you reluctantly pulled your arms away from Azzi’s shoulders, the warmth of his presence slipping just out of reach. “Aye, aye! PDA, y’all! Damn, you two looked like you were about to eat each other’s faces—straight disgusting!” she exclaimed, her voice dripping with playful mockery as she faked a gag.

The heat rushed to your cheeks, a blush blooming as you glanced at Azzi, who was equally flustered but couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across her face.

"Lo siento, let me try this so-called American ice cream for the first time," you muttered, your thick accent rolling off your tongue as Nika gasped and rushed over, her arm slinging around your shoulders like a warm embrace.

"Wait, seriously? You’ve never had ice cream?" Nika asked, her eyebrow arching in disbelief. You shook your head, a sheepish smile creeping onto your face. Your parents had always been too fancy for such simple pleasures, opting for elaborate desserts crafted by chefs, while you and your brother Benji usually whipped up sweet treats for each other. Ice cream was definitely on your must-try list, but somehow, it had always slipped through the cracks.

"Don't worry, Beba! You're gonna love it. We’ll make sure you have the best time in America so you can leave a five-star review," she joked, and the room erupted in laughter, your chuckle mingling with theirs, the tension of the moment melting away like ice cream on a hot summer day.

As the night wore on, the welcome party turned out to be a blast. All those doubts and nerves you had felt earlier were tossed aside, replaced by a comfortable sense of belonging. Laughter filled the air as you and the girls began crafting your ice cream bowls. Nika and KK enthusiastically threw out suggestions, and you settled on mint chocolate chip, drizzling it with chocolate syrup and sprinkling on colorful chocolate sprinkles.

"Hold up, let me pull out my phone. I gotta get this on camera.” KK exclaimed, her excitement palpable as she whipped out her phone, ready to capture the moment of your first ice cream experience. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, the blush creeping in as Azzi and Nika teased you, giggles bubbling up around you, especially as they noticed your red ears.

Meanwhile, Paige remained mostly quiet, her gaze occasionally fixed on you with a sharp intensity. Each time she heard your voice or caught a glimpse of your accent, her eyes seemed to sharpen, as if she were trying to decipher a puzzle that intrigued her.

The basketball team and Azzi were definitely tuned in to your little ice cream adventure, their eyes dancing with amusement as you cautiously dipped your spoon into the bowl. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, you lifted a generous scoop to your lips, and as the chilled mint chocolate chip met your tongue, it was like a burst of pure joy. The sensation was heavenly—until a sharp chill shot through your tooth, prompting you to instinctively blow on it, which only made the girls roar with laughter.

KK's laughter rang out loud and clear, a vibrant melody in the midst of the chaos. "Naw dawg, that ain't soup! What you blowin' on it for? You think it’s gonna start a fire or somethin'?!" she teased, her voice echoing off the walls as the cold creaminess melted in your mouth, leaving you in a state of blissful delight. You swallowed the first bite, still feeling the coolness linger.

“It made my toof cold,” you muttered, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance, your thick accent adding a layer of charm to your words.

“Yo, ‘toof’?” Aubrey exclaimed, her voice dripping with playful mockery. Sarah doubled over, clutching her stomach as laughter erupted from her. Lou, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, raised a hand to her mouth, but it was a losing battle; she burst into fits of giggles that only fueled the hilarity of the moment.

As the six of you dug into the ice cream bowls, the joy of the evening wrapped around you like a cozy blanket. You had to admit, ice cream was a delightful treat, even if it did send shivers through your teeth. The laughter and camaraderie filled the air, creating a backdrop of warmth that made you feel right at home, despite the initial nerves. In that moment, surrounded by friends and laughter, you realized that this was exactly where you belonged.

Azzi nudged her best friend Paige, who was practically glued to you with her piercing gaze. You felt it, but you were too caught up in the hilarious banter with Sarah and Lou, the three of you tossing around jokes in French, laughter bubbling up like the fizz in a soda. It was a lively scene, filled with warmth and camaraderie, but Paige's intensity was hard to ignore.

"You know you been shooting daggers at the new rookie all night." Azzi's voice sliced through the playful chaos, soft yet firm, as if she were trying to break through the stubbornness that often characterized her best friend.

"Yeah, like how you been eye-fuckin' her the whole night! Might as well just suck her face off." Paige shot back, her words a low murmur meant only for Azzi's ears. Her gaze flickered back to you, burning with an intensity that could probably ignite flames.

Azzi's breath hitched at Paige's words; she knew her friend wasn't wrong. She had been staring at you, captivated not just by your looks but something deeper, something that felt familiar yet elusive. It was a mystery she was determined to unravel, even if she couldn't quite put her finger on it just yet. As the laughter continued to flow around them, Azzi couldn't help but wonder what it was about you that had caught her attention so completely.

"P. I wasn't eye-fucking her! What's your animosity towards her anyways? She's new to America and a freshman, that's all?" Azzi shot back, but Paige just rolled her eyes, arms crossed tight across her chest. She simply didn’t trust you, and that was that. She didn’t get what everyone else saw in you.

"I just don’t trust the Frenchie, that’s all." Paige shrugged, and before Azzi could even respond, she was already striding out of the kitchen. You glanced up from your ice bowl, catching her leaving with that unmistakable look of boredom plastered across her face.

[ijustwannabecool]

Red Flags & Race Suits

Carlos Sainz x Wife!Reader

Summary... Carlos is stressed. The car doesn’t feel right, the setup isn’t clicking, and qualifying is in less than an hour. So naturally, the only solution? His wife.

Warnings: Swearing in Spanish, mild fluff and teasing, implied spicy memories

A/N: A warm tiny blurb of Carlos and wife!reader. A little meltdown and a flashback to tie the story together. I hope you guys enjoy it. Happy reading and as always, requests are open. Have a beautiful day! Also, all of this is a story, I know Carlos is no longer with Ferrari, but let's imagine this happened in the 2024 season.

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The paddock is buzzing.

Mechanics are darting around, engineers are talking over headsets, and Carlos is—spiraling.

Again.

“No lo sé, joder, I just—no se siente bien,” Carlos snaps, pulling at the collar of his fireproof top, eyes wild as he talks to his race engineer who looks like he aged three years in the last five minutes. (I don’t know, fuck, I Just—it doesn’t feel right.)

“It’s the same setup as yesterday, mate,” the engineer replies carefully, clearly not wanting to poke the bear.

Carlos gestures toward the garage, frustrated. “Then why does it feel like I’m driving a damn tractor?”

Fred Vasseur gives the signal. Go find her.

You’re two garages down, chatting with Charles’s girlfriend when someone from the Ferrari crew appears, breathless.

“He’s doing the thing again,” they whisper.

You blink. “What thing?”

“The… Carlos thing.” A vague hand wave. “You’ll see.”

You find him pacing behind the Ferrari garage, dark brows furrowed and hands planted on his hips. He’s half-suited, the top of his race suit pulled down to his waist, revealing the tight fireproof layer clinging to his chest. He looks like a Greek god mid-breakdown.

You walk up behind him, wrap your arms around his torso, and press your cheek to his spine.

“What’s going on, cariño?”

Carlos exhales hard, his muscles relaxing just slightly under your touch.

“S’just—car feels wrong. My head’s all over. Fred wants softs first run but I don’t like it, and I haven’t hit turn 3 right all weekend, and—ugh.” He huffs, tugging off his gloves.

You hum, rocking gently with him. “You remember last time you were like this? Singapore. 2023.”

“Don’t,” he groans.

You smirk, shifting to his side. “You freaked out about strategy and then won the bloody race. You drama queen.”

Carlos glares. “Was not being dramatic.”

You pinch his nipple through the fireproofs. “Crabby.”

“¡Ay, coño!” He yelps, swatting your hand and cracking a reluctant smile. “Stop doing that.”

“You love it,” you grin, and then add, softer, “You’ve driven worse setups and still nailed quali. And you’re better now.”

Carlos sighs, leaning his forehead to yours.

“You’re the only one I let talk to me like this.”

“Because I’m right.”

He groans again, this time playfully, and lets you tug him into a quick, quiet kiss. “You should’ve been a strategist.”

“I am your strategist,” you wink. “And my strategy is: go drive like the brilliant bastard you are. Then I’ll reward you.”

His eyes light up. “What kind of reward?”

You whisper something in his ear that makes him instantly flustered, cheeks coloring.

“…You’re dangerous,” he murmurs.

You shrug. “Go qualify. Then we’ll talk.”

He jogs back toward the garage, but not before squeezing your hand. When he’s suited back up, Fred sends you a thumbs-up.

Later, after he secures P2 with a last-minute flyer, he comes back to the motorhome grinning.

——

The motorhome is quiet now. The chaos of qualifying has passed. Carlos is sitting on the couch, still in his suit, hair damp with sweat, and a sheepish little smile pulling at his lips.

“You were right,” he says, voice low.

You’re seated across from him with your legs draped over his thighs, a smug grin on your face as you toss a grape into your mouth. “Of course I was. I always am.”

Carlos sighs, head dropping back against the wall dramatically. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

He peeks over at you, then leans forward to kiss the inside of your ankle. “Still owe me my reward, no?”

You stretch your legs, one brow raised. “I said if you did well.”

“I got P2!”

“You were aiming for pole.”

Carlos groans, dragging your legs closer until you’re forced to scoot toward him. He kisses your shin, your knee, your thigh—until you’re squirming and laughing, trying to shove him off.

“You’re impossible,” you giggle.

“I’m motivated. There’s a difference.” He grins into your skin, and when you arch a brow, he adds, “You married this.”

“Unfortunately,” you deadpan, tugging him in for a kiss he immediately melts into.

And maybe he doesn’t get his reward right there in the motorhome, but it’s a promise—and Carlos Sainz is nothing if not driven by a good incentive.

——

FLASHBACK SCENE: F2, Spa-Francorchamps, A Melt-Down in the Making

Back then, it was just you, him, and a dream that still felt slightly out of reach.

Carlos was pacing a gravel lot behind his team tent, helmet under one arm, cursing in rapid Spanish and looking every bit like he was going to punch a wall.

“I’m starting last. I didn’t even get a clean run. Engine cut out in the f—fucking last corner—what’s even the point?”

You were seventeen, in a hoodie and your boyfriend’s cap, eating a warm croissant like it was no big deal.

“Didn’t you start P18 in Hungary and still ended up on the podium?”

“That’s different,” he muttered. “That was rain. That was luck.”

You shrugged. “Maybe. But I’ve seen you drive in the dry and in the wet. And either way—baby, you’re a weapon.”

Carlos blinked at you. “Did you just call me a weapon?”

“Yes,” you said, and reached out to cup his cheek. “You’re fast. You’re smart. You’re stupidly hot-headed. But you’re mine. And I believe in you.”

He deflated instantly.

“Mierda,” he mumbled, pulling you into his chest. “Why are you always right?”

“Because one of us has to be.”

He kissed you behind the tent that day, before strapping into the car and clawing his way from the back to P4.

Afterward, when the cameras weren’t looking, he found you and whispered, “One day, I’m gonna win something big. And I want you right there, in the garage, making fun of me when I panic.”

You hadn’t said it out loud at the time, but you already knew:

You’d be in every garage for the rest of your life.

[peaceeandcoolestvibes]

Estoy enamoRAAA

Encima te habla en español 🥹🥹🥹🥹 aiiiiiiii que orgullosa (le enseñé un poco)

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(As it can be seen, pink and blue be interacting throughout the eras lmao)

Also FAVEEE COVEEERRR (everyone that knows me knows I love 60s/70s/80s/90s music esp 80s aka real music, music these days is trash so I so appreciate musicians that happen to be artists too bc too many folks be calling themselves artists and they can’t even sing like pls stop wasting our time lmao)

[justageekk]

Pedri nsfw alphabet

IN WHERE : pedri nsfw alphabet

THIS ONE SHOT IS : fem!reader x pedri gonzales

note: i don't speak english, only spanish n a little portuguese. any errors are the translator's fault.

w: so much smut.

request open!

A = Aftercare

He licks the sweat from your chest and then comes up to kiss you. After sex, Pedri usually helps you clean up with one of his shirts and then lies down next to you.

B = Body Part

His mouth. Sometimes he just grabs your jaw tight and says: “ábrela más, anda” (open it wider, come on), while his thumb presses your tongue. He’s obsessed with the way you suck, how you lick like you’re starving, how your saliva runs down your chin.

C = Cum

He doesn’t care where—on your chest, your ass, or inside. What matters is that it’s on your body. He loves seeing you messy, covered, with his cum dripping down your thigh and saying: “no te limpies todavía.” (don’t clean yourself yet.)

D = Dirty Secret

He’s jerked off with your clothes. With your used panties. He’s cum on them and kept them. He won’t admit it, but he’s done it more than once.

E = Experience

He’s got a sweet face and a soft voice, but he’ll surprise you. He doesn’t hesitate. He fucks you like he’s been training for years just to give you exactly what gets you addicted.

F = Favorite Position

Face down, legs together, face buried in the pillow. He wants you moaning only for him. Loves feeling his cock stretching you while you can barely move.

G = Goofy

He laughs at how red you get or how loud you moan his name. But if you laugh… he’ll thrust all the way in, hard, just to wipe that smile off.

H = Hair

He doesn’t care. Sometimes he’s shaved, sometimes not. And whether you are or not? Doesn’t bother him at all either.

I = Intimacy

When it comes to sex, Pedri likes it wild. He’s a freak. He’ll bend you against the wall, fuck you half-dressed, pull your hair, and leave marks on your neck.

J = Jack Off

When you’re not together, he does it. He’ll even record it for you and send it.

K = Kink

Verbal domination gets him off. “Ponte de rodillas” (get on your knees), “ábrete más” (open wider), “inclínate más, sí, así… perfecto” (bend more, yeah, like that… perfect). He also gets turned on if you cry a little from the pleasure, or from losing control.

L = Location

Wherever you turn him on. A public bathroom, an empty locker room, your kitchen. If you’re wet and teasing, he’ll fuck you right there.

M = Motivation

Your moans. But one in particular: when you say “joder, Pedri” (fuck, Pedri) with that broken voice.

N = No

Pedri may be a freak, obsessed with your body, but if you say “no,” it’s over. No matter how turned on he is, he won’t push. He stops instantly. If you tell him to slow down because it hurts, he listens without question, strokes you, and says: “tranquila, mi niña, ya está.” (easy, my girl, it’s okay now.) He loves giving you pleasure without crossing a single line. He may be filthy, but with you, respect comes first.

O = Oral

Giving. He eats you out like a starving man. Fingers and tongue at once. He wants you to scream, to soak his face.

P = Pace

He plays with pace. He can give you a fast, rough fuck that makes you see stars. But if you’re on top, he controls each thrust to keep you moaning nonstop.

Q = Quickie

He loves quickies when you’re wearing a skirt or no panties. He’ll pin you to the wall and fuck you without even fully undressing you.

R = Risk

Risk gets him going. Sex with the window open. With your friends downstairs. In the elevator. Danger turns him on.

S = Stamina

He’ll give you two, three, four rounds. Sometimes he cums inside and keeps going, getting hard again while still inside you.

T = Toys

He uses them, but as a warm-up. Only vibrators. He’ll use them while he’s inside, playing with your clit at the same time.

U = Unfair

He can tease you for half an hour without letting you cum. He’ll lick, finger you, stop just before. Laughs when you beg. “No aún, venga. Aguanta un poco más.” (Not yet, come on. Hold it a bit longer.)

V = Volume

He pants loud, whispers filth in your ear. “Estás empapada” (you’re soaked), “así me gusta, trágatelo todo” (that’s how I like it, swallow it all). And when you’re on top, he growls: “no pares, así, así…” (don’t stop, just like that…) until he loses it.

W = Wild Card

He has videos of you saved. Watches them when you’re not around. Sometimes he cums watching and sends you pics of his cock dripping.

X = X-ray

Thick dick. Perfect to fill you. Sometimes he just rubs it along your slit, watching you squirm until you beg him to fuck you.

Y = Yearning

If he goes days without fucking you, he gets unbearable. Calls you, sends you breathy audios, asks if you touched yourself thinking of him. “Dime que lo hiciste, porfa… dime que te corriste pensando en mí.” (Tell me you did it, please… tell me you came thinking of me.)

Z = Zzz

After cleaning you up, Pedri knocks out in three seconds.

❝ justageekk, 2025 ❞

[gavisfanta]

GHOSTFACE - PEDRI

summary: its halloween and somehow you never made it to the Halloween party you were invited to with your boyfriend.

a/n: sorry guys this fic is so bad... ill upload a better one on Wednesday I promise

warnings: smut 18+, unprotected sex

October 31st, the night of Halloween

You never liked Halloween, mostly because everyone always wore those cute couple costumes while you had nobody to match with. Today was diffrent, because this year you started dating Pedri, and since Halloween is his favourite season, you two are dressing up.

"I look hilarious." Pedri stated as he came into the bathroom where you were doing your make up. You turned around so you could look at him and the view didnt disappoint. He was wearing a way too big shirt which was cut up a bit with matching baggy pants. The fabric was a bit tighter on his shoulder and neck which made him look so attractive.

"Please, you look so hot." You told him while you smiled and moved closer to him.

He grinned at you while he grabbing your waist and pulling your body against his.

"Hm, am I?" He asked while planting a soft kiss on your lips. You looked up at him with eyes full of admiration. You answered by nodding your head and he kissed you again.

"You look way better. I have to concentrate not to stare at your tits in this corset. They look so good." He mumbled as his eyes drifted off to your bare chest that was poking out of your corset.

You smiled while pulling him in for a kiss, however, that small kiss turmed into a heavy makeout session as he pushed you against the wall of the bathroom. Over some time, both of yalls clothes were on the floor and Pedri lifted you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist while he carried you to the bedroom.

As he put you down, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at you.

He smiled as you pushed him back so he would lay down in the centre of the huge bed he owned. You slowly got on the bed and lifted your right leg to get over him.

So as you were hoovering over his tall standing dick, you smiled at him, however Pedri grabbed your waist with his eft hand and with his right one, he alined his dick with your pussy.

"You want to be inside of me that bad?" You smiled, you had always loved teasing him, especially when he was this needy. He wasn't all smiles, he always was when it was the other way around and he teased you, but now you had control over the situation.

"Little Pedro wants to fuck me that bad? No baby, today I'll be the one fucking you." You smiled and leaned forward to his neck, planting kisses on the vein in his neck. At first you just kissed him, then you began to suck on his skin, until you were sure he had a clearly visible hickey.

However that wasn't enough for you, you switched the side of his neck and began to suck on his skin there too. As you were occupied, Pedri was stroking your hair while small groans escaped his lips.

When you were satisfied with your work, you sat down on his hips and his hands made his way over to your waist, slowly moving you back and forth. Your swollen pussy lips rubbed against his abdomen, making you moan lightly, you threw your head back as your stomach cramped.

Pedri grabbed your hair at the back of your head and pulled you towards himself.

"Get on my dick amor. Now." He whispered into your ear and then let go of your hair. You sat up again and began to move your hips on your own, he felt the wetness from your pussy spread on his skin.

"So needy? Can't you wait til I cum, cause it looked like you wanted me to ride your stomach?" You mumbled and flipped your hair so it would all hang down on the right side of your head. "Or do you want to see me ride your abs?" You asked and pushed yourself off of him, he watched you turn around so that he was facing your ass, you moved a bit back so that your pussy would be rubbing against his abs. You made sure to arch your back so thag he had a good view of your ass.

"Joder." Pedri whispered, he grabbed your ass and squeezed it lightly while his eyes were glued to your swollen pussy lips rubbing against his abs.

Your gaze however was fixated on his dick that was standing tall and proud. The veins clearly visible as it twitched from time to time.

You then decided on turning around again, so as you were facing him again, you saw the way he began to get red as you slowly lowered yourself onto his dick. Taking in his tip at first and then the rest of his cock, you had to moan out loud, the way he stretched you out was almost too much.

You slowly began to ride his dick while moaning his name. "fuck Pedri, youre so big." He had an obvious reaction to your words, cause he pushed himself up into you and you stopped riding for a second.

"Nuh uh," You shook your head and then kept riding his dick real fast again. The pleasure was too good, you had to hold yourself back so you wouldnt cum so soon.

After a bit of time, you began to notice that Pedri squeezed his eyes shut from time to time, at the same time he grabbed your hips.

"Fuck amor get off" Pedri mumbled as he gripped your hips even harder, his fingers burning into your skin in a good kind of way.

"No" You moaned out as you began to ride him even faster, moving your hips back and forth while he threw his head back. "Fuck get off baby, I'm gonna cum." Pedri moaned.

"No, cum inside me." You said breathlessly while looking at him, your mouth slightly open as silent moans escaped it.

"We're not using a condom." Pedri's grip tightened once again and you shook your head while your hair was getting in the way. Your hips started moving even faster as you slowly felt your high approach.

"I don't care, cum inside me, creampie me." You moaned out as his legs began to shake, loud moans escaped his lips and he began to thrust up into your pussy.

His dick twitched inside of you and you felt his cum filling your pussy up.

Both of your orgasms lasted so long, after you began to come down from your high, you leaned forward and pushed yourself further down on his dick, just to take it all it.

"Fuck that was amazing." You said, fully out of breath while Pedri closed his eyes while he tried to catch his breath.

"Youre fucking amazing baby." Pedri mumbled as he looked up at the ceiling, a small smile displayed on his lips.

"Mhm." You leaned forward and pecked his lips. "I love you."

Please use protection guys. Pregnancy is no joke 😔✊🏻