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spidybaby · 2 months

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Not the romantic type

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

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

Part two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted that.

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

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

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

He planned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, but I have to?"

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

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

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

The sour aftertaste of the small argument made you uncomfortable.

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

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

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

You don't feel well about it.

You don't want to be the second option.

You want to be the person he plans outings with.

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

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

But he does.

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

He just didn't have time for you.

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

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

"Love you." You kiss his lips.

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

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

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

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

Pedri was quiet. That was his new mood.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh."

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

"Si, she was so happy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I've been free lately."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, tell me"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pedro!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can we talk, please?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Were you overthinking?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Noup, just watching TV."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sometimes I ask myself that."

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

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

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

"Pedro." You try to interrupt him.

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

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

"Don't call me stupid."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

"No, what?"

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

"Amor, that's not.-"

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

"Y/n, please no."

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

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

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pedrithink · 8 months

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couple: pedri x reader! messi

request: im on my knees begging for a messi reader x pedri 🙏🏼 soc med au or oneshot i will take what i can get

face claim: olivia grivas

NOW: Inter Miami CF Press Conference | Lionel Messi

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user1 messi showing all his support for pedri's relationship with his daughter, how nice to see him so happy enjoying life with his family.

user2 it’s actually a tragedy that we won’t get to see Messi and Pedri play together again, pretty sure that yn would love to watch this masterpiece too. her boyfriend with her father 🔥

user3 for messi, pedri is one of the best talents in world football. they enjoyed looking for each other in the short time they played together.

user4 @user3 bring them back please 😭

user5 messi's children are everything to him, so if he supports this relationship it's because he trusts pedri 🥺

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ynmessi miami days with mom and dad 💕✨ estoy tan orgullosa de vós, papá. te quiero muchísimo! gracias por todo lo que has hecho por mí y no sabes la inspiración que sos para mí. 💗💖💕💞

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antonelaroccuzzo mi niña hermosa, la mas linda y buena ❤️❤️ te queremos muchooooo 🥰❤️❤️

ynmessi @antonelaroccuzzo te quiero, má 💖

leomessi te quiero hija 😘❤️

ynmessi te quiero, pá 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

user1 your father is a LEGEND

user2 yn, what brand are your pants and top?

pedri 😍😍

ynmessi @pedri 💗🫶🏻

user3 guapaaaaas y el capitán más hermoso del mundo 😍 (pretties and the most beautiful captain in the world)

user4 la mujer y la hija del 10 no se mira (we cannot look at 10's wife and daughter)

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ynmessi happiest birthday with my favorite people 💐 thank you for the love everyone - heart is so full 💝🥺

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antonelaroccuzzo siempre quiero verte feliz, mi niña 🥰

ynmessi @antonelaroccuzzo lo mismo, mamá. no puedo expresar o tanto qué te quiero 💝

user5 MESSI AND PEDRI OMG HOW MUCH I MISS THIS DUO

user6 imagine having messi and pedri at your birthday party and at the same time them being your father and boyfriend! YN WON IN LIFE

user7 the way yn and pedri treat each other is so cute 😞

leomessi 😍❤️

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s6lars · 4 months

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⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri crashes an interview…

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

"Can we get one more player to interview?"

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

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

"Come again?" you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Were the tunnels always this hot?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My my, Pedri. What a man he is.”

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

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

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

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gavisfanta · 28 days

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18 w pedri please 🙏🏼

HAIR STYLIST - PEDRI

Doing these prompts, you can write a request by saying which number and a player i should write it with.

day 18 - brushing your hair

"Why are you taking so long?" Pedri yelled from your bedroom. He was waiting for you since about an hour. Meanwhile an hour ago you told him that you were going to shower and get ready for bed.

Clearly he was frustrated when he thought that you'd take about ten minutes. You snickered a little to yourself as you applied some oil to your hair.

"You just be patient." You yelled back since the bathroom was right next to his room. After that you heard some ruffling and the next second Pedri walked into the bathroom and stood behind you.

You looked at him through the mirror while you ran your fingers through your still wet hair.

"That takes you one hour?" Pedri looked at you and took a step to your right to look at you.

The way Pedri kept looking at you with his mouth slightly open just made you smile. He knew that he had that affect on you.

"Doesn't it hurt to have your arms like this the whole time?" Pedri wondered and put his hands to his head.

You shrugged your shoulders and then grabbed a hairbrush. "Yeah but I still have to comb it, blow dry it and then comb it again so-" You shrugged your shoulders once again and he let his hands fall down to his thighs.

"Your arms are gonna hurt like crazy." Pedri looked at you and all you coukd do was look at him while you started ro comb your hair from the ends.

"You know I do this every third day." You gave him a look.

"Yeah but I never really saw what you do because I'm either cooking for us or in the bed waiting for you to finish up." Pedri leaned against the counter and watched you.

"Well you said you love my hair like this" Pedri looked at you for a couple of seconds after you said that and then straightened his posture.

"Let me do it for you" He grabbed the dyson blow drier from the counter and stood behind you, however, before he could've turned it on you turned to face him.

"You're not gonna burn my hair, thanks though." You smiled nicely while taking the dyson out of his hand.

"I'm not gonna set your hair on fire, don't worry." He reassured you and you looked at him for a couple of seconds. He looked genuine, so you gave it back to him and turned around to look at him in the mirror.

The quiet noise of the dyson was heard as Pedri started blow dry your hair from the top while he grabbed your hairbrush from your hand.

A smile crept on your face as you watched him through the mirror and noticed how concentrated he was. He made sure not to pull your hair with the hairbrush so he was gentle until you said something.

"You have to apply a bit more weight onto that hairbrush or else it's doing nothing." You smiled as he made eye contact.

He nodded his head and then went through your hair with it again while still pointing the blow drier towards the back of your head. "Like this?" He asked.

"Mhm" You hummed while your lops curved up into a smile. He looked so adorable when he concentrated onto something.

He dried your hair pretty well, he then eventually asked you to turn around so he could dry the front parts of your hair.

You smoled the whole time as you looked him in the eyes. He however didn't make any eye contact since he was still looking at your hair.

Pedri however noticed the way you looked at him and sometimes he quickly flashed his eyes to yours and that only to leave him with a huge smile on his face too.

After he was done he put down the dyson onto the counter again and grabbed your hips with both hands.

He turned you around and then combed through your hair again now that it was dry. After he put down the hairbrush he pushed you closer to the counter and stood very close behind you.

His right hand moved up to your hair to expose the left side of your neck, he then hid his face in the crook of your neck while his hands wrapped around your waist.

You smiled as you put your hands over his and he started leaving sloppy kisses along your neck.

"I did such a good job." He lifted his head again and took a step back. You turned around and looked back at the mirror before turning to face him.

"You did an awesome job amor." You took a step closer to him and wrapped your hands behind his neck while his hands pulled your hips closer to himself.

"We should do this more often." He suggested to which you only nodded. Who could say no to spending even more time with him?

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hyperfixationrn · 1 year

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barcelonaculer pedri in a recent interview “i still can’t believe i grew up with messi as my idol and now i sit down for family dinner at his house every sunday night.” BRUH 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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ynmessi esta semana!!!!!! 💜 (phone got hacked 🤔)

See translation: this week

pedri amo todo mi tiempo contigo

See translation: i love all my time with you

ynmessi 🥰❤️

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username mateo is my favorite messi LOL

ynmessi mine too

username girl-

leomessi 😂😂😂

ynmessi no me estoy riendo papa

See translation: i’m not laughing

pablogavi tomamos un foto????

See translation: we took a photo????

ynmessi lo siento 🙏😩

See translation: i’m sorry

pedri 🤑🤑🤑

ynmessi pedro se amable

See translation: be nice

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pedri vida

See translation: life

username mateo!!!

ynmessi 🤍🤍🤍 gracias por estar in mi equipo

See translation: thanks for being on my team

pedri claro linda

See translation: of course pretty girl

leomessi Revancha la proxima semana!

See translation: Rematch next week!

neymarjr conmigo?

See translation: with me?

username they’re so cutie 🫠🥺😔

pablogavi cuando esta mi invitación?

See translation: where is my invite?

ynmessi inexistente

See translation: nonexistent

username i’m so happy for you (extremely jealous) (derogative)

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barcaracing · 11 months

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you’re wearing his kit | pg8

summary: pedri and y/n go public with their relationship and it doesn't take long before the media digs up her past with another barcelona player whose name happens to be on the back of her kit in one photo

pairing: pedri x reader ft. platonic!gavi

warnings: angst, a bit of fluff first

a/n: what's uppppp!! i'm back from the dead to say that i've been obsessed with pedri lately, so here's me contributing to a better society. enjoy! and to anyone who's also in the middle of exams, good luck soldier <3

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"This is scary." Pedri shoots you a sideways glance. You nod, not daring to take your eyes off the phone in front of you even though the screen is still black. You sit in silence for another five minutes before footsteps come banging down the stairs. They halt abruptly at the doorway, then shuffle into the living room.

"Guys?" Fer stops behind the couch.

You hum at the same time that Pedri grunts. Like a caveman. You shoot him a funny look that goes unnoticed as his eyes remain glued to the coffee table.

Fer's head pops in between the two of you. "Not to interrupt...whatever you're doing, but why are you staring at my phone? It's not even turned on."

Pedri's head snaps to his brother. "What?"

You sit up and look at him as well. "What do you mean it's not turned on?"

Fer reaches over to grab his phone, clicking the side button several times. "It's dead. I need to charge it."

Feeling like someone just poked a hole into your chest, you deflate against the back of the couch, your head falling onto Pedri's shoulder with a breathy laughter. "So we've been staring at nothing the last 20 minutes?" You ask and Fer snorts, flinging himself into the single armchair on your left to look for a charger.

"Yes," he says, plucking the cable into his phone. "You weirdos."

Pedri's shoulder shakes with laughter. He runs a hand through his hair and lets his arm fall behind your back to pull you further into his side. "This is already getting over our heads."

"You think so?" You deadpan and let out a giggle when he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

"Maybe we should just cut off all electronics for the next couple of days," Pedri mumbles into your skin and you have a feeling he's just thinking out loud. "It's only been half an hour and I'm so stressed, I thought I was going to lose all my hair."

Mortified, you look up and give his hair an experimental tug. You tug once more, but Pedri quickly wraps his hand your wrist and kisses your pulse, making you narrow your eyes at him. "Don't you dare go bald on me right after we announced to the world that we're dating. It'd look bad on me if I left you because of your shiny scalp."

Pedri moves back and raises his brows at you. "You would break up with me if I lost my hair?"

"Yes," you say without an ounce of shame. Fer lets out a snort.

"Why?" Pedri sputters. "I'd still look the same. My face wouldn't change. Honestly, I could look great bald."

You scoff although the corners of your mouth tug up. "Are you telling me you want to go bald?"

Pedri falters for a split second, but he nods. "To prove a point? Of course."

You regard him for a moment, searching his eyes for any signs that he will back down. You're not surprised to find none. He never backs down. Finally, you shrug. "Fine."

Fer perks up. "Wait, what?"

Pedri is still looking at you with absolute confidence, his gaze flickering between your eyes. A sly smirk slowly sweeps over his lips. "You sure about that, princesa?" He moves closer until you can feel his breath on your face and his voice drops. "I know how much you love holding onto it when you're—"

A pillow hits the side of his head.

"Okay!" says Fer loudly, flinging his arms around as if to swat away the rising tension. Pedri has the audacity to laugh after taking one glance at your flustered face. You smack his face with the pillow before tossing it back at his brother. He only laughs harder.

"Gross. Actually vile," Fer mumbles, glaring at the two of you before resuming to his phone. He freezes and his thumb hovers over his screen, mid-scroll.

"What's wrong?" Pedri asks, concern pushing off the laughter in his voice. "Fer?"

"I—" His brother looks up, gaze flickering to you before his fingers rapidly fly across the keyboard of his phone. Your spine straightens.

"Fer?" You can't help but sound alarmed as well. He keeps muttering to himself and the only thing you can make out are 'can't be' and 'she wouldn't.' You really need to know what's going on.

Pedri slides forward, hand settling on your knee before he kicks Fer lightly in the leg. "Hermano, what's wrong?"

You watch in high anticipation as his eyes scan the screen and it takes everything in you not to urge him to just say it. Are people saying horrible stuff online? Was it a bad idea to go public? If this is a mistake, there's no going back. You feel your heart pounding against your ribcage and Pedri notices because, of course, he does. He squeezes your leg and you send him a small smile.

His warm gaze calms you but there's wariness pulling at his eyes, so you press a gentle kiss to his shoulder. His smile grows and he pecks your cheek before looking back over to his brother, about to speak only to be cut off by the familiar ringtone slicing through the thick tension of the room. The volume makes you jump and you move to stand up, but Pedri swiftly kisses to the top of your head, telling you that he'll get it before hauling himself over the back of the couch to answer the call.

You know that both of you turned off all notifications before you made the post on Instagram, only allowing calls from close friends and family to come through.

"Gavi?" Pedri's voice drifts from the kitchen and Fer inhales sharply. You furrow your brows. His eyes find yours and you want to ask him what’s wrong, but his face is carefully devoid of emotions. His gaze feels accusatory and it honestly freaks you out.

"Fer?" You say cautiously, fingers fiddling in your lap. "What happened?"

Before he could reply, Pedri reenters the room. His voice rises as he responds to the person on the other end. He ignores your questioning look and stops in front of his brother, jabbing out his hand impatiently. Fer immediately drops his phone into his palm and your confusion multiplies as you watch your boyfriend's eyebrows draw together, chest rising. Gavi's voice can be heard faintly through the phone that is still pressed to his ear and you only realise now that it's yours. You forgot you have the same ringtone.

"Mhm," says Pedri absently while scrolling through Fer's phone, "okay, yeah." You get the impression that he's not paying attention to whatever Pablo is saying and now you're pissed because you're pretty sure you're going to die of curiosity or old age before anyone even bothers to tell you what's going on.

"I can see it—" Pedri snaps and instantly stops himself. He closes his eyes and bites his lip, his knuckles loosening around Fer's phone. "I know it's not…can you just—" He lets out a shaky breath and you can see him forcing the tension out of his shoulders.

"Look, I really don't want to hear your voice right now. So just- It's fine. No, it's fine. I know…yeah, bye," Pedri mumbles halfheartedly before tossing your phone onto your lap without sparing you much of a glance. You look down at your lock screen of Pedri and you sharing a cone of ice cream at the beach before the screen fades into black and your reflection stares back at you.

You look up at your boyfriend whose eyes are fixed on a spot on the armchair Fer is sitting on. Slowly, you stand up and step forward, hand reaching out to find Pedri's. Your fingertips grace his and that seems to shake him out of his thoughts. He moves his hand back and finally looks at you.

"Pedri?" Your voice is soft, mostly because you're afraid that speaking any louder might push him away. He looks so fragile right now. "Please tell me what's going on."

Without a word, he hands you Fer's phone. Letting your eyes linger on him a moment longer, you shift your gaze to the bold headline taking up half of the screen.

Scandal rocks FC Barcelona as New Girlfriend of Star Player Caught in Love Triangle! Shocking Photos Show Her Wearing Another Player's Kit at Games Before Going Public with Pedri!

"What?" Your eyes widen. The phone nearly slips out of your hands as you hastily scroll through the rest of the article, searching for the photos. You didn't, you thought. You would never! The photos are at the very bottom of the page and every second is absolute torture, but once the images load, your breath stutters. "What the hell?"

"Yeah," Fer scoffs and your head snaps up so fast, your neck twinges. "What the hell, Y/N?"

You make to speak but your gaze sweeps over your boyfriend who is simmering with resentment and sadness. You want to reach out, touch him, but you can tell it's gradually bleeding into anger. He's never been mad with you before. The only times you've seen him lose his temper was on the pitch. It doesn't take much to see that he's trying his absolute best to compose himself. You take a deep breath and muster a levelled gaze at his brother. "Fer, can you please give us a moment?"

"What?” He frowns. "No. Y/N, what were you thinking—"

"Out."

Fer’s mouth snaps shut as Pedri's voice cuts through the room.

"What?"

"Get out," Pedri grits through his teeth. Fer looks between you two before shaking his head with a sigh. He plucks his phone out of your hands and casts one last look at you. Once the door on the floor above clicks shut, you step in front of Pedri.

"I can explain."

He scoffs, eyes burning into yours for a brief second. Then, he's across the room as if he can't bear the thought of you near him. It stings. He keeps shaking his head and if you were in any other situation, you would've found it amusing how similar he was to his brother.

"Can you—" You watch him pace around, your patience dwindling. He keeps moving, looking anywhere but you, and it's driving you insane. Your chest tightens as you feel him work himself up, the situation slipping further and further from your fingers. "Pedro, can you just stop for one goddamn moment and let me explain."

Huffing, he finally comes to a halt on the other side of the coffee table and meets your eye. For an odd second, you feel thankful that the flimsy piece of furniture is separating you. As if it could do anything while the predator is flashing his bloody fangs. "Fine. Go on. What's the great explanation to this? Were you two dating and you just never thought to tell me?" Pedri bites out, speaking over you like you never even opened your mouth. "It's all too well then. I've found out with the rest of the world, didn't I? You know how much I love surprises. I'm flattered, really."

The sarcasm dripping off his words burn like acid and no matter how much you're shaking your head and trying to cut him off, he's not stopping until he draws blood. You know it's to match his own wound, but it doesn't make it any less painful.

"Gavi called you. Not me, his team mate and best friend. You. That's enough of an explanation, so I guess it's just all about the details now. Were you fucking Gavi before you got bored and decided I would have to do? Enlighten me, please."

Your mind is collapsing, failing to register the blunt ends of Pedri's words piercing through your skin. Tears burn in your eyes, but you are not going to cry. You won't. Not because of this.

"Where is this coming from?" You hate how hollow your voice sounds.

Pedri blinks at you. "You're not really asking me that. Do you think I don't know about the rumours? You and Gavi? How you liked him before we got together. Why it didn't work out between you, I have no idea because Gavi liked you too, you know. We used to listen to him talk about you in the dressing room before he finally introduced you to us as just his friend. And I made sure you were nothing else to him before I asked you out because he's my best friend and I didn't want to ruin anything."

"You didn't," you say, frowning. "We were never together. I've told you this before. Pablo was never my boyfriend. Nothing ever happened.”

Pedri shakes his head. "That doesn't change the fact that you had feelings for him and probably still do. You wanted to keep us a secret for months and now I see you having no problems wearing his name on your back, showing it off to the entire world before I even got to see you in my kit. My own girlfriend. Do you know how stupid I feel?"

You're not sure how it happened but Pedri is standing before you now, eyes shining bright with so much hurt. You know he won't back down. He never does. Struggling to breath, you take a step back. Your voice is thick when you speak. "This isn't fair."

"No," Pedri says, bitterly, stepping back as well. "It isn't." He exhales and looks to the side, eyebrows still drawn together. "I think you should go."

You stare at him. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly nod. Fine. Sure. Whatever he wants. Who cares what you want. You feel so tired. Without a word, you grab your phone and head out the front door, letting it slam behind you.

Three days later, a girl slips Pedri her phone number and he tucks it into his pocket. The video goes viral and your phone doesn’t stop going off, so you turn it off completely. After all, the only person you actually wanted to talk to still hasn’t called.

A week later, Pedri is flying to Madrid to train with the national team and the only reason you know about it is the red circle glaring at you on your kitchen calendar. How did it all fall apart so fast?

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i have no idea what happens next or if anyone’s interested in reading a second part but if u are, let me know how you’d want this to be resolved and end bc pedri said some mean stuff here and we don’t know what the reader did or didn’t do and i honestly just never plan these things lmao stay hydrated x

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gadriezmannsgirl · 11 months

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Dad's Babygirl -Pedri González

Inspired by the video of Pedri being incredibly sweet to that babygirl at the LaLiga ceremony!

Note: Apparently Pedri doesn't have a solo picture with the throphy☠️🥴*Sighs in defeat*, but here's one with my in-laws🤭😌

Summary: You and your babygirl are supporting your favorite '8' at his first LaLiga ceremony.

You met Pedri when you both were sixteen, at seventeen you entered in a romantic relationship, have been together for three years and eleven months ago had a little blessing, a little unexpected blessing but a very welcomed one. Your little babygirl, Mía. Mía González.

She was the eyes of everyone in the family, yours and Pedri's. Both of you managed to make it work, at the beggining it was hard but you as a strong couple and as a good team with the help of your parents, eventually got the rhythm of the things and adapted to your new lifestyle.

You never thought about having a baby at a young age but now you can't imagine your live without your little princess.

"Gonna be good?" Pedri asked you once more, his hand on your thigh carressing it softly with his thumb as he drived towards Camp Nou, he wasn't playing because of a discomfort in his right thigh but he was going to be in the LaLiga winning celebration.

"Yes, mi amor. Don't worry, we'll be also with Fer and your parents" You put your hand on top of his smiling. Your promise ring noticeable as Pedri couldn't help but smile.

"Cualquier cosa me dices, ¿Sí? No quiero que estés incómoda o estresada y mucho menos con la señorita que ha estado muy revoltosa el dia de hoy" (You tell me if anything happens, yeah? I don't want you to be uncomfortable or stressed and mostly with the señorita that has been very moody today) He looked quickly behind where your baby was sleeping in her baby seat.

"She's sleeping, hopefully that little nap extends the whole match" Pedri laughs knowing she had already half an hour asleep and her naps usually last for about a whole hour. You laughed "Only one can hope" You say to him and he laughed a little more

Indeed, Mía had been moody today from screaming around the house, not wanting to eat her lunch, resulting in you forcing a bit of her meal into her mouth, kicking and throwing her toys at the wall. You were delighted when she pulled her arms up to you and fell asleep in your chest.

"However, it's not the first time we have been to a game, Pepi"

"Hostias, eso lo sé" (Yeah, well I know that) He smiled "But I always worry for my girls. I just don't want anything bad to happen. Not to her and definitely not to you." You smile leaning over to kiss his cheek

"Mi campeón" You whispered as he grabbed your hand and pulled it up to his lips "We'll be fine, don't worry, this is your night" You smiled pulling his hand to your lips as well. When he was done parking, he got out as you grabbed yours and Mía things, you felt both of yours and Mía's doors open and smiled at your man and babydad.

"Look who's awake" Pedri said grabbing from you the ear plugs to put them to Mía softly.

She was softly babbling, still sleepy

"Hi bonita" Pedri said getting her softly out of her seat and grabbing her into his arms, Mía let herself fall into his shoulder wrapping her little arms around him. He grabbed your hand as you started walking inside the stadium "Sure you don't wanna sit with me?"

"We'll be fine" You smile watching Rosy come down to you, she wrapped you in a big and warm hug softly swinging you both side to side

"Oye mamá, te ves muy guapa" You blush giggling

"Thank you, Rosy. You are looking really good too" She smiled before moving towards her son and her granddaughter while Fernando, Pedri's dad came over to hug you.

When you turned around Rosy was with the babygirl as Pedri came up to you to greet his dad and turn his attention to you

"Sure-?" You laugh nodding

"We'll be fine, amor. Don't worry" He nodded smiling lightly, he wrapped you in his arms quickly giving you a few seconds long kiss

"Te quiero"

"Y yo a ti, lindo" He pecked your lips once more before returning his attention to the baby giving her a few cheek kisses as well and one to her mom's cheek

"Me tengo que ir pero si algo pasa-" (I've gotta go but if something happens-)

"Que no pasará" (It won't) Fernando said making Pedri sigh a little blushing, he just wanted to protect you all.

"You know where I am" He finished, you nodded and watched him walk towards his place as you went to yours. Getting into your seats you greeted Fer, who had came from the bathroom and even greeted, Pedri's cousin.

Rosy passed you back Mía who was slightly fuming throwing her hands at you, she stayed calm the rest of the night. You watched the game quietly and even though Barcelona lost, you screamed and yelled when Robert did that goal in the last minute.

Pedri had gone inside the tunnel to change into his kit so he could be present of the ceremony, you were pointing to Mía where her dad was, as she excited wriggled her legs. She was soon to be one year but you hadn't make it possible to make her say dad or mom.

Even though you wanted her to say mom so badly first, that night you wanted her to say dad and put the cherry on top for Pedri's cake. You took of one of her ear plugs and talked in her ear

"Papá, Mía, over there, that's papá" You said smiling widely as she started babbling. You looked at her, she was a copy of both of you, the perfect combination.

Pedri held her and she looked like him but you held her and she also looked like you.

The things that she did got from her dad were her love for bananas and those big brown eyes, meanwhile she had your smile and hair.

"Venga, vamos abajo" Fer said, grabbing Mía's bag as Rosy lend you a hand whilst walking down the stairs. Once you were inside the pitch your eyes scanned the crowd to see your dark haired boy, when you suddenly feel hands on your waist, that made you turn around.

You saw the pretty eyes and beautiful you were so in love with, leaning into him

"Congratulations, pepi. You deserve this so much" You said looking up at him

"Gracias mi vida" He smiled kissing you softly before he returned his attention to the baby who was asking for him with her chubby hands "Wanna come with papá?" You moved her side to side, doing as if you were gonna give her to Pedri but backed away and he followed your game making Mía laugh

"Pa...pa!" Pedri and you stopped everything you were doing

"Did she...?"

"¡Papá!" She repeated herself over and over again as you and Pedri shared amazed looks, eventually people around you three heard Mía's yells and the ones who knew she hadn't said her firsts words yet, smiled excited

"Sí, bonita. Yo soy papá" Pedri said as you gave her to him, his eyes were glassy and his smile was bigger than before.

"¡Papá!" She was yelling over and over again, liking the reaction she got from us, eventually Fer, Rosy and Fernando were hugging us and hyping her up to say it once more.

And from that moment forward, she didn't left Pedri's arms, and it's not like Pedri wanted to let her go, Mía did not even let herself grab from you, there was this part where Pedri had to go and do an interview, but when Mía saw your hands extended to grab her and Pedri's arms undoing his strong hold to pass her she started fussing and grabbing herself from her dad's jersey, which she had one exactly like his but with the words "Papá" written

"C'mon, Mía. Papá needs to go"

"Don't worry, I'll handle it" Pedri winked at you, kissing your lips and turning around to make that interview

Later you were talking with Rosy when you saw Pedro and Mía still sat on the grass with the two flags of Pedri's town and birthplace on the floor, when Mía stood up and hugged her dad once more before placing a kiss on his cheek as Pedro laughed and tickled her. You zoned out from what Rosy had said and looked at the two loves of your life playing around as if nothing, as if they were at home.

"The three of you are so whipped for each other" You turned to Rosy with a smile "Mía dies for you and for Pedro, whenever she doesn't see you two around she goes crazy. Mi hijo y tú are the same with her. And with each other. I'm so glad you're part of our familia now, Y/N" She hugged you tightly

"Thank you for letting me be part of it" Both of you looked once more at Pedro and Mía "Mía loves me" You said after a few seconds of silence ", but she's definitely a daddy's girl"

"And Pedro's crazy for his babygirl" Rosy completed "Like father, like daughter" You laughed "Go with them" She pushed you lightly as you walked towards them

"Look, ahí viene mamá" You heard Pedro say as Mía looked at you surprised but then smiled, you sat in front of Pedro and Mía "Too far away, señorita" He said wanting you closer to him, you smiled and did what he asked "This is one of the best weeks and days of my life"

"You deserve each and every single one of them, Pepi. You've worked hard for what you wanted and you got it" You smiled at him pushing a bit of his hair out of his face "There are no words for me to describe how proud of you I am. You're simply amazing"

He smiled kissing your lips "And you two are what makes me wanna get better everytime" You couldn't resist and kissed him once more before leaning over and kissing your Mía, who shyly got her face inti her dad's neck, you two laughing "My best supporters, my girls" He hugged you both tightly

Until you felt how Pedri let himself fall onto the grass, taking the two of you down laughing with him watching the starry Catalan night with a smile.

"I've got everything I wanted, I'm really happy with it but I don't think I need anything else besides you two"

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dungeonpuppykai · 1 month

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pedri smut 🙏🏼, maybe female reader being turned on by his red cheeks after training

i really hope you like it, sorry if it sucks. requests are open <3

| Miscommunication |

Pairing: Boyfriend!Pedri | Girlfriend!Reader.

Warning(s): Post practice angry/frustrated Pedri, minor argument but it's really mild, unprotected p-in-v sex, angry sex(?), doggy style, hair pulling, choking, nipple play, spanking, mature language. Minors do not interact.

It's not usual that Pedri comes home from practice -or a game for that matter- agitated. Since the workouts, warm ups and then the games themselves help him vent his frustrations out and clear his mind, it is very rare for him to come home with any residual of such baggage.

Gavi is a friend– or rather, brother that your boyfriend fully trusts and even adores.

But one thing you can all mutually agree on is that he's one frustrating piece of shit.

Always keeping his teammates on edge by taunting them with the most infuriating of things is his specialty. And that's exactly what he's done today.

But you're so caught up with Pedri's flushed cheeks that as you bite your lip and fuck him with your doe-like eyes all wanting and awestruck, you fail to take notice of how irritated he is.

His ire is so grave and he is so busy wallowing in the buzz of his anger that he doesn't even notice you at first. It is only when he roughly closes the fridge and makes you jump up with a whimper from your position against the doorframe as you hug it with the tip of your thumb stuck between your teeth.

"What?" Pedri makes it a point of never subjecting his athletic or even personal frustrations out on you for he loves you too much. But he just can not help the mean edge today.

You simply shake your head as you nuzzle your face against the wooden frame. Were it not for your excited little part buzzing the way it is, you would have felt hurt and perhaps even called him out on it.

But his red cheeks, ticked jaw, sweaty hair clinging to his forehead as you had already noticed that he did not shower before coming home, his damp pinnie clinging to his body and dark eyes narrowed down at you like you were nothing more than prey, fingers curled around the cap of the drink he had helped himself to but frozen in their tracks as he waited for you to dare.

"Say it" the firmness of his tone scalds his own tongue but he misinterprets the wanton in your eyes with pity and dismissiveness. "Don't make me repeat myself" the rather uncharacteristic demeanour -for he prefers to be a tender lover- only worsens the conditions of your cotton shorts.

"You… m- must be tired, babe" that just pushes him over the edge and he stomps the unopened bottle down on the counter.

"Now, what does that mean?" The way his biceps flex as he crosses his arms over his chest has you licking your lips while you ogle at them.

He takes it as you avoiding his eyes.

"It's really okay, babe" you try to reassure him in your lust-stricken voice. Pedri mistakes it for a polite jeer.

"No" he decides for the two of you. "Now it's not okay" you are about to grind against the doorframe and probably give yourself away but his stern voice pulls you out of it. "Come here" one demanding finger points to the spot in front of him.

You are usually not so easy to control or push around but you comply without another word today; too caught up in the fire between your loins.

"Tell me, what is it?" His words sound so commanding you can't help but bite your lip and rub your thighs together.

But you're an understanding girlfriend. "Honey" you reach to caress his thick dark hair away from his forehead. "It's okay, really. You must be tired, it can wait–" you gasp when he sharply snatches your wrist in his warm fingers.

"What, you think I can't do it?" You whimper. It's so hard to focus and hold back as it is.

Your boyfriend's stubbornness on top of all that is not helping the situation.

You roll your eyes. "You don't even know what I–"

"Oh, so now you think I can't tell what you're feeling?" You sigh.

"Pedri, relax" although that does you literally no help for he looks even more offended now. "It's not a competition. You're not on the field anymore–"

"Oh, okay" he lets go of your hand to cross his arms again. "So now I can't differentiate between the field and outside it?"

"I didn't say that!" The way you mirror his posture before giving him an incredulous laugh makes him feel stupid. "All I am saying is–"

"That I can't tell what you're feeling because I am too incompetent to do so and you're just being nice about it!" You are too amused to get riled up because you know it isn't coming from anything and is just annoyed athlete rubbish.

"Okay, Pedri" your chest swells as you take in a deep breath, a smile hanging off your lips. "Tell me, what am I feeling?" His red cheeks are too endearing for you to be mad at him.

"I could see that spot all the way from over where you were practically trying to fuck yourself against the doorframe" what happens next -which is, in the blink of an eye- causes your eyes to widen as you gasp, turning your head to peek back at your boyfriend over your shoulder.

"Tell me, little girl" your eyelashes flutter as your eyebrows knit together only for their position to fluctuate once every few moments while his fingers caress your sides. "Do you think I am not capable of taking care of you after work?" Your body is in a sandwich between his and the counter as his lips move against the shell of your ear.

"N- No, Pedri…" Your voice is heavy with need as you grip the counter, craning your head back to grant him more access to your neck that he is peppering with pecks now. "I- I meant tired– ah!" Your back arches when his teeth press down on a hickey, fingers pinching your nipples at the same time.

"Oh, so you think I can't help my girl out if I am tired?" His palms caress your boobs as he begins to suck a new lovebite into your skin. "How dare you?" The harsh whisper is accompanied by the coming undone of your poor shorts as they come off your soaking lower half in tatters within the next second. "Sorry to say, little girl. But you're in some big trouble now" his fingers creep to your front and you hiss when they dip between your legs, causing your body to involuntarily bend forwards.

"Oh, Pedri!" He has always been vocal about how great he feels knowing that even the smallest of touch from him sends you in a frenzy.

"Cute" he remarks as his rough digits intrude your petals to press against your flesh that literally throbs in heavy pounds now. "Bending like the silly little slut that you are for me already, huh baby?" Your hole clenches around the unsatisfying empty air as you feel the pads of his fingers glide up and down your slippery folds.

"Please, Pedri… please!" Your thighs quiver as you gulp, biting your lips in anticipation while he takes his sweet time enjoying the feeling of your balmy core.

"Please, what?" When you whimper and moan at the feeling of his fingertip circling your entrance and began to grind against his hand instead of responding to him, Pedri's free hand comes to wrap around your throat. "I asked…" His own eyelids tremble as he squeezes just a little bit, nose burying in your hair to inhale your scent. "Please, what?"

"Please…" Your voice turns hoarse due to the way your voice box presses against his palm. "Please…" Your boyfriend hums as he continues to rub your sopping cunt, bringing his hips against yours to create some friction for himself.

"Go ahead, baby" he refuses to penetrate until you say what he wants you to, as always. "You're doing so good for me. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you" a soft plop sounds against the floorboards when your creamy arousal spatters against it. Pedri chuckles and the vibration of his chest against your back makes you moan. "Oh, sweetie. Aren't you precious, always getting all worked up like it's your first time" you can't take it anymore because of how painfully both your holes blink at his dirty words.

"Please, Pedri! Please fuck me" you beg out in between your whines, nearly stomping your foot when you try to reach for his finger with your slit but he denies you the penetration you so desperately need yet again. "Please!"

His hand leaves your throat to relieve himself of his shorts. "And how do you want me, baby?"

"Like this," you respond almost immediately, desperately pushing your ass back into his bulge to attempt relief, "in me… A- Anyhow, really! I don't care. Just please fuck me!" You don't have to tell him twice for his own resolve is faltering today.

"So needy for me, aren't you, baby?" The relaxation in his tone as he aligns himself against your entrance is sign that you have successfully boosted some of his ego, both hands carefully holding your sides to keep your body under his the way he preferred.

"Always, Pedri!" Your back arches as you moan loudly, going flat against the counter as you rest your head sideways, fingers gripping the edge of the marble top. His hips retreat from yours to mirror the action again and the loss of cock has you whining in disapproval.

"Only for me, right?" He grunts as his hips sink against yours and he bottoms out, the length of his rock hard wood filling you deep.

"O- Of course!" You moan out breathily, your calves trembling as you try to aid his thrusts that have begun the search of a rhythm. Although you both know that this position always leads to the most vile of fucking the two of you are capable of. "Only you, babe!" Your eyes roll to the back of your head when his stiff tip hits that tender spot at the end of your cavern.

"Good girl" one of his hands now wrap around the length of your hair, causing your head to tilt back as your ass cheeks jiggle with his thrusts that are speeding up by the passing second. One perk of dating a footballer was definitely his impressive stamina. You considered yourself a particularly daring lover but Pedri easily outlasted you in a battle of endurance. "Good fucking girl" you jumped when his other hand harshly came down on your ass.

It was the first of many to come tonight.

"Oh, Pedri!" It amazed even you just how dirty he could make you sound.

"Louder!" Your body slid up and down the marble while a slap resounded against your ass with each thrust.

"PEDRI!" The speed of his thrusts indicated that he wasn't even near to being done with you for the day.

"That's right" he pulled the upper half of your body up and against him by your hair before his flushed palm reached for your throat again. "Remember that" and to help you with it, he kept you at screaming it for the next few hours.

unedited because it's 3am and I've class at half past 8am. do let me know what you think <3

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spidybaby · 2 months

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Can I ask for part II of "Not the romantic type"? Please, I need Pedri getting some sense and realize that he did wrong😭😭

Not the romantic type | part two

Part one | Part Three

"Ferran!" Pedri yells, knocking violently on his friends door. "fuck, open the door."

"I'm literally with my mom on the phone, what the fuck do you want?" Ferran whisper, pulling him from his t-shirt and making him enter the room. "wait a damn minute."

Ferran says his goodbyes to his mother and sister. Sending them all the love. Pedri was passing around like crazy, phone in his hands texting frenetic.

"What's wrong?" Ferran asks, making him stop by grabbing his arm.

"I fucked up, I told her she was a bother and that my friends told me that I was an idiot because I was with her in a serious relationship and now we're done, she won't answer to me, to Fer, to no one and I can't think straight. This is my fault."

Ferran didn't understood one single thing, Pedri was talking at a very fast speed. "Qué?"

"She broke up with me, I have to go back to Barcelona." he walks over to the door, opening it to run to his room.

"Pedri, there's no way Xavi is allowing you to go back before the match." Ferran stops him, closing the door before he's out. "Wait, you just said that you called her a BOTHER?"

The way Ferran screams the word bother makes Pedri squint his eyes. He fucked up big time.

"I wasn't thinking, and I was mad at something not at her and that was out of the blue."

"Dude, I won't ever forget you if I was her, you literally just make her believe that everything she did for you was bothering you. Do you even understand that?"

He let out a scream, fist impacting against the door. Ferran can't even understand what is going on with him.

He punched the wooden door, once, twice and more until Ferran who was too stunned to react quickly stopped him.

"Joder, Pedri stop." he hug his body to make him stop. "Calm down, Pedri. Breath."

"I can't lose her." he says, angry at himself. "I have to go back."

"No, you're not leaving before the match. We cab calmly plan something that doesn't include you getting a thousands of euros fine for leaving the hotel and abandoning the team"

Ferran won't even let him speak, shutting him down and walking him to his room, he was tired and hurt due to the door thing.

He advised him to go to sleep, taking his phone with him to force him to actually rest. "Please, sleep, we have to play tomorrow."

He forced himself some sleep, not really wanting to keep thinking about his actions.

When the time of the match was getting closer and the team moved from the hotel to the stadium.

Xavi motivates the team with a speech. Asking the players to be strong and to play their best. He notices his eight was down and distracted.

"Pedri, don't be nervous. You will do amazing." He pats his back and walks with the technical team.

Pedri was not on his element, he felt so out of place, not sure how to work with the ball. "Pedri, let's go more up, Lewandowski is asking us to."

When they do, Pedri gets to stole a ball from the forward of Napoli, but his excitement was taken when the same forward tackle him.

He let it pass, noticing that the referee didn't even give a yellow. He tried his best to focus on stealing the ball and creating an opportunity to score or assist a ball.

When the second tackle came from the same player, again he found himself on the floor of the stadium.

He gets up from the floor, mad the other player is smirking like crazy. "Ve aprendiendo a jugar, hijo de puta." He push the player, making him fall. (Learn how to play, son of a bitch)

He wins his first yellow of the night. He laughs at the referee giving him a yellow for that but not a yellow to the other player for the tackle.

Frenkie protects him with his body, taking the midfielder from Napoli away from him. "Pedri, walk away now."

He respects Frenkie as a captain, doing what he's told he walks back with Koundé and Cancelo.

"Pedri, relax. You don't want to get a red."

A red card

If he gets red, that means he has to leave, and probably Xavi would send him to the hotel. Making him free to go back to Barcelona.

He just shakes his head, letting the game keep going. He tries his best to stay away from the forward of Napoli.

He never got more than a yellow in his career. Not being used to fight on the field, he leave that to Gavi.

But when the forward tries to make him fall, he knows this was not only about you anymore. This fucker has to learn.

He sees the opportunity, sliding to "catch" the ball away from the player, making him fall as his feet get tangled in the process.

The referee stops the game. Giving him his second yellow of the match. "Venga que él me ha tirado dos veces." He talks to the referee. (C'mon, he tackled me twice)

"Pedri, vamonos." Araujo pulls him by the arm.

But when another Napoli player decides to push him from the back, yelling at him for "hurting his forward," Pedri turns and push him too.

Araujo is doing everything in his power to keep the Napoli players away from the eight, Pedri got pulled by his shirt by the forward.

When he free himself and sees the ball he grabs it and does a very Koundé move and throws the ball at the players face.

The field looks like a WWE encounter, players yelling, and technical teams are already involved. He saw a red card, a referee pointing at him.

"Pero si lo hacen en todas las jugadas ellos." Cancelo yells, defending Pedri from the red.

He got pulled from the shoulders, turning to see Xavi. "Let's go, kid." He walks him to the tunnel and to the dressing room. "That mother fucker provoked you, don't worry. Take a shower and go back to the hotel. We can talk later." nodding and thanking Xavi, also apologizing for the red.

He shower before leaving to the hotel, running to his room to pick his things. He purchased the first flight he finds to go back.

He needs to go back, can't lose more time away. He's scared you won't take him back, he's mad that he even spoke to you in that way.

The way you whisper his name and the way your eyes were dulled, those shiny eyes he remember meeting when he was fifteen.

Back in Barcelona you're getting ready for a big presentation. You can't let this get you down.

People break up everyday, people stop loving each other, people sometimes hurt you that bad that you don't want to be near them.

People is he.

You love him with all your soul, he was always that person for you, your go to person, your everything is going to be fine person, but that was one sided.

You weren't that to him, he had friends who were more important than you. He had a family that loves him and visits him and you were alone.

He knows you're alone, he knows you can't just go home and have a prepared meal, a person to talk to, someone who can listen to you or hug you when you cry.

He was to you that person you could trust, that person you could cry to, that person who wasn't going to judge you.

But now you wonder if every time you call him about something making you happy, sad, angry were a bother to him, if every time you shared a goal with him, every time you went crying to him about being stressed or just sad were a bother.

Were your presence a bother to his family too? Were their hospitality fake? Were they just faking smiles?

Was he uncomfortable when you told him you love him? Was he uncomfortable with you when his friends were over and you were there? Was he uncomfortable with you all this time?

You can't help but cry yourself to sleep, feeling empty and alone. Being far from home is hard, being heartbroken with no one to talk to is hard.

While you rest on one side of Barcelona, he landed at the airport. Ferran scolded him for leaving without the rest.

Fer was waiting for him, he felt guilty about the breakup, he felt like a bad brother. He knew Pedri was fucking things up, he knew by the look on your face when you two were together.

He heard you two fight, he heard how Pedro treated you and talked to you like if you were nothing.

He never got into that, mostly because the only time he did Pedro ask him to stay out of it. He did, but every time he heard you two, he just put some music or put on a movie.

When he heard Pedro and his Tenerife friends talking him out of the idea of him taking you to Napoli, he just told his opinion about it being wrong.

Pedri wasn't a cheater, he couldn't do that to you and certainly he wasn't raised like that. But he also wasn't raised like the way he was treating you.

Most of the drive home is silent, the discomfort can be cut with a knife. Fer is not even making conversation with him about the red card.

"I need you to help me plan something." He talked so calmed like if everything is cool.

"You're a fucking idiot, you know that?" Fer says, he's mad about the red, he knew he did it on purpose, he was mad about everything. "That red is just the crown of everything."

"Can you stop?" Pedri was annoyed, he's not a kid who needs to be scolded by his older brother. "Don't mind it."

"I've been not minding things for too long to keep myself quiet." He shouts, acting like a father. "You're such a fucking idiot, treating this girl like she's trash for God knows how long, when I told you that it was wrong you told me that it wasn't like that. Then you call me late at night and ask me to help you fix things but don't want me to mind it."

"Fernando, stop."

"No, I'm done with you. Honestly, I hope she doesn't take you back. She really deserves something better. She deserves so much better."

Pedro slams the door of the car as soon as they're home. He feels rage inside because of the words of Fernando.

On the inside, he knows that everything his brother shouts at him is true. He did treat you badly, he did hurt you in ways he didn't even mean, but he did.

Xavi texted him back after the news of him leaving to Barcelona, he informed his coach about him leaving, telling him that he needed a few moments to cool down and take on what he did, and Xavi agreed.

It was almost two in the morning, his plan was to go to your house and talk to you, fix things, and when you take him back, enjoy the day with you.

But something stopped him, he remembers that you had this big project presentation, and he can't fuck up things. He already mess things up. He doesn't need for you to be more mad at him than you already is.

He sleep more calmly than when he was in Napoli, he had a good feeling about the situation.

When the light hit the city, he woke up, ready to get you back and to be the best he could be with you. He has to be at the club after lunch, so he has time to go pick you up from college and to be with you.

You were happy that morning, you did an amazing presentation and you have a perfect grade.

"Hey, Y/n. We're going to go get some brunch, want to join us?" Your friend Pamela asks.

"Yes, I just have to go home to change and I'll see you guys there"

You hurry home, ready to change into your bikers and a t-shirt. The day was fresh, but the weather was unpredictable.

The doorbell sounding made you hurry with brushing your teeth, you thought it was the ups guy.

When you open the door you can feel the cold shiver running down your spine.

"Please, let me talk to you." He steps closer to you. "Let me fix things, amor."

You don't want to fight, you want to get this over with, for once you're not giving up on your feelings with him.

You move, letting him into your house. He feels confident at how you let him in, he knows he can fix things.

"Listen, I know I fucked things up, I know I'm an asshole and that you have all the right to be mad and to want to scream at me. Please just believe me when I say I want to fix myself for you, I haven't been a good boyfriend and you are the best thing I have, you don't even know how much I love you and how much I think about you when we're away.-"

You block the rest of his speech, you can't think of anything else but his own words. "Such a bother."

He hasn't been a good boyfriend, that is true. But you never once told him how much that did bother you because you didn't want him to feel the way you're feeling right now.

"I bought this for you." He hands you a bouquet of flowers.

You smile a little, how ironic.

"All this time, I always wanted you to give me some flowers and you had to lose me to give them to me." You laugh lightly, not wanting to cry.

"What?" He's confused. "But you never asked me for them."

"Exactly." You shrug. "I never did because I expected you to come see me with some. Not a bouquet, just one." You leave them on the table next to you. "But you never did."

His breathing became irregular, he's nervous. "Amor, I never knew you felt that way."

"I didn't mean to be a bother." You say, feeling like being fully honest to him. "I just wanted you to love me the way I love you. I just wanted you to support me the way I support you." You can't help but let some tears wet your cheeks. You wipe them away as you begin speaking again. "I know I can be too much sometimes, but I've always been so proud and happy for you, couldn't you be that with me?"

He can't think about something to say, he's hurt that you feel that way, hurt that he caused you to feel that way.

"I hope you understand that I can't be with you." You grab his hands. "I love you so much, you were my many firsts, my first love, my first time, my first thought in the morning, my first person to go to." You smile at the memories. "But I'm not the person you need, I can't pretend I'm fine just to keep you happy, I can't pretend your words don't hurt me when all I want to do is cry."

"Amor, I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't fix it." You step away from him. "I have to put myself first, I have to fix myself to even think about you again. Pedro, I love you but I have to love myself first."

You want to hug him, seeing his red tearful eyes, but you can't.

"You're so talented and amazing, amor mio." You smile to him. "And your career will blow much more than now, I'm so sure you're going to win a Ballon D'or and that so wanted champions league." You walk to your door, unsure if you want to open it. "And I'm sure you'll find someone who can grow with you and supports you all the way, cause you deserve that."

You open the door, moving to the side of it.

"I love you, and I hope you understand that what I'm doing is for the both of us. Have a nice life, Pedro. You deserve that as much as I do."

He's crying, tears wetting his face, heart breaking from all the feelings. "Can I hug you one last time?" He asks as he's almost out of the house.

You nod, opening your arms to him, his hands hug your waist. He's going to miss it, he's going to miss your smell, your hair, your body, you smile. You.

"Te amo, I'm sorry I'm not what you deserve."

"Te amo." You kiss his cheek.

You hand him something, and he keeps his hands closed. He walks away and enters his car.

He open his hand, his house key shining on his palm. It's done, he knows he can't fix it. He'll have to accept that you deserve better.

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pedrithink · 1 year

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secret ✩ pedri gonzález

summary: everyone thinks you and gavi are dating, but you have eyes for someone else.

faceclaim: lily

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ynusername great time 😆🫶🏻

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pablogavi loca hermosa

ynusername @pablogavi pablitoooo

user1 the best couple in the world

user2 they have so much fun together 🥺

user3 pedri liked, he’s a shipper like us

user4 best duo ever

user5 HIS COMMENT 🥺😓🫶🏻

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ynusername handsome boys & me :)

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pedri 😍😍😍

ynusername @pedri bonito 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

pablogavi 😘😘😘

ynusername @pablogavi ❤️

user6 HOT HOT

user7 y/n replied gavi only with emojis and replied pedri calling him handsome...hm...

user8 wait…

user9 pedri and y/n or gavi and y/n? i’m so confused

user10 you are so dramatic, isn't it because she replied differently that it changes her relationship with gavi !! 🫤

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ynusername vente pa canaria’ sin el equipaje y sin viaje de vuelta

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pedri 😜😜😜

user11 IM SO CONFUSED RN

user12 the real couple is y/n and pedri???? OMG

user13 SLAY

user15 ok but this couple is hot hot

user16 THE CAPTION

user17 AND GAVI?

user18 WHERES GAVI IN THIS STORY

user19 @user18 they were just friends in the end of the story

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ynusername such an amazing week with my favorite boy <3

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pedri te quiero 🫶🏻

ynusername @pedri te quiero muchísimo, mi amor! 💗

user20 AND I LOVE YOU BOTH

user21 I LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS COUPLE

user22 u guys are so goals

user23 the cutest :( good wishes for your future <3

user24 legend

user25 GOD WHEN

user26 como quisiera ser tu pa besármelo a pedri

user27 lovely couple

user28 felicidades pedri

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moonpedri · 11 months

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matching.

summary: though it was spontaneous, you decide to tag along to ibiza when your best friend and her boyfriend invite you. the only problem was his little brother, barcelona's number 8, pedri, and his red swim shorts.

pairing: pedri x reader

genre: fluff, smut (suggestive)

warnings: making out, petting, swearing, pedri is a little shit

word count: 3.2k+

a/n: i orginally had this planned as a little imagine. if you've read honey, you may remember a beach scene being mentioned very briefly. and since i recently got a similar request, i fleshed everything a little more out and birthed out this big baby lmao. hope you enjoy!!🤍

PS: while proof-reading i noticed that i completely messed up the timelines, this fic actually happens before honey and not after, but oh well. 😭 this is super annoying but i liked the way this fic turned out so deal with it pls 🥺i may turn this into a little ibiza trip series with multiple parts and other places!!

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It is the middle of summer and the sun was blazing unforgivingly over you that not even your sunshade could help you escape from the heat.

You look at your friends over the rim of your sunglasses, as some of them currently play around in the water. The radio stations all reported well above average numbers for the coming weeks and so naturally your friends would want to go on vacation somewhere near the beach.

Originally you had nothing special planned for the summer, but since your best friend Sofía is dating Fernando González, who just happens to be the older brother of Pedri González, Barcelona's young star-midfielder, you somehow happened to get dragged along to Ibiza.

This wasn't a rare occasion, because ever since Sofía started dating Fernando, you ended up with this whole new lifestyle consisting of football matches, special events, galas and travel.

And with FC Barcelona winning LaLiga and the season ending, all the players want to make the most off their freetime.

"Fer wants to book the tickets, __, you're coming with, right?", Sofía asked you last week. It was super spontaneous and honestly you were a bit annoyed that you got asked so late, giving you no time to prepare or clear your schedule (not that you had much written on it anyways lol)

But you would also lie if the idea of going to Ibiza didn't excite you. You always wanted to go to the infamous "party" island, but it was a costy dream - one you couldn't afford. Well, until now.

So you agreed and found yourself only 5 days later at your dream destination. One of the perks of having a friend like Sofía is that with trips like these, you didn't have to pay a cent. As a close friend, the whole thing basically got financed for you. Only shopping expenses and maybe food you had to cover yourself - of course.

The single downside of it all was the fiancier of it all himself: Pedri.

Ironic, right?

But there was no way you couldn't feel that way towards him. He is simply infuriating. When the two of you were introduced to each other over dinner at their home, Pedri wasted no time trying to subtly smooth his way into your pants.

It was almost unnoticeable to be honest and you know no one paid attention, but you did. You noticed how his arm brushed your shoulder, how his hand grabbed your waist when he wanted to move past you and his hips grazed your ass. It seemed like his eyes were glued to your cleavage and somehow no one took notice.

In his defense though, you weren't a saint either. Where he pulled, you just let yourself get tugged along. When he moved past, you purposely arched your back; just to test the waters and pushed out your chest to maybe rile him up a bit; you don't know really.

There was something entertaining about an attractive guy like Pedri showing his interest for you so blatantly and pursuing you in such a secretive way.

Yet for all it's worth, you never went further than touching and looking, sneaking a kiss here and there. It's clear what type of guy Pedri is, if all the buzz around his rather promiscuous love life, filled with influencers and models, is any indication.

You heard what people said, what the articles reported. Pedri is young, rich and successful, he would be a fool to immediately pursue a serious relationship at that stage in his life. He liked to enjoy life, be wild in his early 20s and keep the monogamy for later.

And it's not like you could blame him, honestly. You're sure that if your roles were switched, you would enjoy his lifestyle too to an extent. You are you though.

And you wanted something serious, someone to treat you with respect and loyalty. Surely, Pedri saw you more as a way of passing time, just having his fun with you. But you had enough self-respect to not give in to his troublsome ways.

Also, you barely had the nerves to put up with all that.

That's what you liked to tell yourself at least.

With a sigh you turn your head to where Sofía suddenly sits up. You're about to close your eyes again, ready to fall under the sun's mercy, when you hear your best friend scoff next to you.

You bring your sunglasses up and follow her sight. "Can you fucking believe that?", she says agitated.

A loud giggle errupts and you watch as two girls talk animatedly with both Fernando and Pedri.

The brunette one subtly scratches over Fernando's arm, as she seems to listen intently to whatever he's saying. Fer doesn't really engage her, keeps his visible distance, though Sofía doesn't seem to care. Her eyes shoot daggers in their direction.

What bothers you though was the blonde one clinging like a koala onto Pedri. She seems so....you can't find the word but it irritates you. And he did absolutely nothing about it, actually rather enjoying it. Not that he shouldn't of course, but he could keep his distance as well. Also, you didn't want to have to deal with two horny people during your vacation (one you didn't pay for but you get the gist), and an angry best friend, if they were to stay.

It also doesn't help that Pedri looks the way he does. Absolutely gorgeous.

You never thought to be admitting to this but he almost looks like sex-on-legs in those red swim shorts of his. The sun burned his skin in the most beautiful way possible, accentuating his natural blush and his slim but toned body. It's been nothing but torture the entire day.

The two of you watch them for another minute, none of the brothers noticing any of your hard stares, when Sofía stands up determined. "If he wants to play, I'll play."

When she notices your indifferent state, she looks at you expectantly.

"What?", you ask.

"Come on, I can't do this alone."

Reluctant you get up as well and shake non-existent sand off your legs. "I don't know Sof...Fer doesn't really seem too into it."

She cocks an eyebrow and the expression on her face says enough for you to not press any further.

"Yeah, yeah alright.", you say. You don't know what plan she has in mind exactly but you follow her anyway. You get increasingly confused when she proceeds to take her bag and go to the changing rooms. She closes the door behind you and rummages in her bag and only when she pulls something out, you realize the absolute stupid plan she has.

No, you don't think even scriptwriters could come up with such silly ideas.

"I cannot believe you."

In her hands are, what you believe to be, the flimsiest bikini pieces you have ever seen.

"I always pack a pair or two for emergencies.", she says and gives you a pair. A red brazilian bikini, the ones with high-cut strings. "And as you can see, this is an emergency."

You hold the garments up. "I thought Fer doesn't like you wearing those, why did you pack them for emergencies?", you ask confused.

Fernando is a sweetheart. You really think there could have been no one more perfect for your best friend than him. He's not controlling, always puts her first and you genuinely believe that he always has her best interests in mind. Fer is not the type to forbid Sofía anything, especially not in regards of clothes. He let's her wear whatever she wants, no matter how short or ridiculous it looks. However, for some reason, he has often voiced his strong dislike towards those brazilian bikini bottoms that recently started trending.

It didn't bother Sofía at all, she didn't really wear them often anyways. But you guess she never got rid of them either.

"Precisely that's why. Also, they tan better.", she says as she takes out a white pair for herself. You don't think she really understood your question and you make a point to ask her later. For now though, you have another problem at hand.

"Ok ok, so you try to rile him up one way or the other. I get it. But why do I have to wear one as well?"

Sofía looks at you like it's so obvious and you're dumb for even asking, "Because there's two of those skanks? We can drive one off, but as long as the other stays, none of them will leave."

Your brows shoot up and you groan frustrated at what this means. "Oh come on, Pedri is not that bad.", Sofía reasons.

If only she knew, you thought. You want to protest but you think back to the blonde girl that threw herself onto Pedri and something bad bubbles up in your stomach.

With new determination you two change and make your way back to the beach. Sofía looks gorgeous in the bikini and for all it's flimsiness you think it suits you pretty good as well. Okay, who are you kidding. It looks fucking sexy on you, hugging you in all the right spots and making your ass look extra perky.

And you know you're not the only one who thinks so, as you feel the eyes of several men and women alike on both of you.

It gets even more apparent when two certain brothers look your way. Comically enough, the two girls shamelessly joined them on your sunbeds. By now your other friends joined as well and Sofía walks in front of you to where the others are; pointedly ignoring Fernando's presence.

You aren't as strong-willed though and can't help but sneak a look at Pedri. He already looks back at you, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes scan your entire body.

You immediately turn your head back, feeling your cheeks heat up stupidly enough, despite the weather, and sit next to Miguel.

"Ohh, what's the occasion?", Samuel whistles when you two settle down.

Sofía shrugs and you feel uncomfortable with all eyes on you. It becomes worse when the conversations stop as well suddenly and Fer stands up. "Why did you change?"

"Felt like it. Also we can tan better now.", Sofía says indifferent.

He frowns, "But you looked pretty before." Bless his heart you think.

Sofía ignores him, and you think she's going a bit too far but it's not your relationship to intervene. "Samuel can you help put sunscreen on my back, I can't quite reach it."

The flabbergasted look on Fernando's face was both priceless and heartbreaking to see and you slowly begin feeling bad.

"What?"

"Sure."

Both answer at the same time and you grimace at the awkwardness. Fer goes and grabs the bottle out of her hands, the pretty brunette completely forgotten already. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I don't know what you mean."

He turns to the rest of you with an apologetic but upset expression, "Will you excuse us for a moment?"

He proceeds to take Sofía to a more quiet place on the beach. You see them argue in the distance but ultimately decide that for now it's not your business anymore.

Samuel and Loréna already went back into the water, Pedri is occupied with the two girls and only Miguel was with you.

The sun hasn't gotten any less warm and now that you wore this criminal bikini, you could at least put it to good use, right? So you take the sunscreen and hold it out to Miguel. "Can you?", you say pointing to your back.

It takes him a moment to understand what you mean, but when he does, he nods and reaches out but someone else happens to be faster than him. "Let me do it."

You look into Pedri's honey eyes.

Next to you, the blonde girl scoffs and regards you with an angry face. Miguel leaves as well and you want to say something to stop him, begging him not to leave you alone, but Pedri beats you to it. "Turn around and lay down." His voice is firm and it unwillingly sends shivers down your spine.

And for some reason you listen.

Your stomach retracts slightly when your belly touches the cold sunbed. But you forget everything the moment the cool sunscreen touches your skin and Pedri begins spreading it.

It's too sensual for your liking and he's gentler than you thought. Pedri goes all the way up to your neck, massaging the spot thoroughly and when he slowly goes down, his hands reach under your bikini top. Embarrassingly enough, pleasure fills your lower stomach.

Yet, you don't know what overcomes you, but attraction makes you do stupid things, so you simply reach behind your back and open the knot. "It'll be easier.", you explain with a small voice.

You get an answer in the form of his hands, when Pedri touches the exact spot and slowly glides his hands to your sides. His index fingers barely graze the sides of your boobs and goosebumps erupt all over your body.

If Pedri notices, he doesn't say anything.

Instead he just continues spreading the cream all the way to your lower back, his fingers once again invading places he shouldn't, much to your own excitement though.

It's quiet the entire time, you barely register Miguel talking with the two abandoned girls and going away with them. Light chatter and laughs, the splashing of water and the moist sound of Pedri spreading the sunscreen are the only audible things around you.

But you should know by now that it's only a matter of time before Pedri decides to ruin peaceful moments.

"Need me to put some on your ass as well?"

Shameless is the only word good enough to describe the football player. "In your dreams maybe.", you say and turn your head to watch him through your glasses.

His eyes are glued to your backside, "Oh if only you knew, princess."

You bind your bikini top back together and sit up, "You're stupid, González."

"For you, yeah."

You resist the urge to punch him and ignore the fact that it affects you more than what is condemned good. "Will you stop?"

"Why, do I make you nervous?"

You cross your arms over your chest, his eyes immediately zoning in on the movement. You (un)consciously press them together tighter, for no particular reason.

"No."

"Really?", he extends the 'e' sound and leans forward. Not expecting him to, you automatically fall back. He grabs the edge of the sunshade and pulls it down until it completely hides the two of you.

"What are you doing, they'll see us!"

Pedri chuckles and you can't help but peak at his pink lips, only inches away from yours now. "That's what you're worried about?"

"What else?" You think maybe the heat has gotten to your head, but really it's just Pedri's presence on top of you.

You see the way Pedri's mouth opens, ready to continue the banter but with his entire body pressed into yours, his natural scent mixed with the sea, his honey eyes boring into yours and exploring your entire face and his hands itching on your hips, you do the only thing possible in this situation.

You grab his neck and smash your lips against his.

He responds immediately, reciprocating the kiss. You hate how good it feels and despite how confusing it is with him, no moment has ever been clearer than right now.

A whine leaves your mouth when Pedri presses his hips into yours, the pleasure inmessurable. It's an indecent thing to do at a public beach (even though this is a private part of the beach Pedri specifically rented for the vacation) so he pulls back but right now you can't care at all.

All rationality leaves your body when you grab his red shorts by the hem and pull him back. You cling your legs around his back thighs and butt.

"Woah there, sugar, slow down.", he laughs, while caringly pushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.

Honestly, you would be flustered in any other moment but this. You can't think straight, the need to have him currently overweighting any other feeling.

His left hand slides from your waist to your ass, massaging the flesh. His other hand is clasped around your jaw, keeping your lips firm against ist.

You lose yourselves in the moment, Pedri's left hand close to where you need it the most. It's embarrassing how easy his fingers manage to slip under your bikini. And when he touches your clitoris, you're on cloud nine.

Your hands wander down to his beautiful red shorts and waist no time to wrap around his dick.

He groans into the kiss, "Fuck."

You begin moving your hand up and down and that's when all the weight on top of you suddenly disappears. "Shit, I hate to be the one, but we-"

"Yeah, I know.", you immediately cut him off and organize yourself a bit. Your head spins a bit, everything going too fast for you. Your body and mind haven't completely sobered up yet, and it stings a bit to be turned down like this. It's also confusing. But he's right.

Pedri seems to read you well enough by now, when he says, "It's not because I don't want to."

You hold up your hand, not ready for any kind of rejection, "I'm not dumb, Pedri. This is the fucking beach." Yet you wonder if he would have gone further if it was the pretty blonde and not you.

He goes through his hair and laughs, "Not because of that. My brother is coming and I don't think now is the time to explain ourselves, is it?"

You immediately spin around and indeed, Fernando and Sofía are walking in your direction; hand-in-hand, you might add. Luckily they seem too focused on one another and their ice cream to notice you and Pedri.

When you turn back, Pedri winks at you. "I'll choose a more private place next time."

You scoff, "There will be no next time."

He rubs his chin thoughfully and looks at you in an actingly confused way, "The way you were going at it, I could have sworn you were down for another- Ow!"

You hit Pedri angrily, the redness on your face surely visible, "Don't ever mention that again."

"And what if I do?", he smirks cockily.

"Pedri!"

"__!", he imitates in a high voice and this time you can't help but laugh. You roll your eyes playfully and shove him away. It gets increasingly hard to not crush on him. Maybe you already do.

The sunshade moves then and Fer and Sofía hop next to you two.

"Nice to see that you two love birds made up, I was beginning to worry.", you comment and Sofía lovingly puts her head on Fer's shoulder.

You four chat around a bit more, when Fernando suddenly chuckles and points at you and Pedri. Confused, you both look at him.

"You two look more like a couple than we do. Did you notice that you're matching?"

You did, in fact, not notice. And neither it seems, did Pedri.

You make a gaggig noise then and shoot up, "Whatever, I am going to change."

Pedri follows close behind, "Want me to help?"

"Shut up!"

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s6lars · 4 months

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

⋆ ˚｡⋆ 📂 pedri as a boyfriend …

contains smut, minors dni.

— the meeting.

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

it honestly was just an instant connection

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

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

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

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

and after some time and a million encouragements from fer

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

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

— dating life.

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

and let’s not forget how clingy he is

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

speaking of …

gifts. always. constantly. and spontaneously!

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

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

loveeees showing you off to his family and friends

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

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

oh and about pet names

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

and bebé for when he’s speaking to you directly

— the launch.

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

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

which means … soft launch !

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

and ppl are instantly like whoa. who was that for

and then it picks up

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

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

and now it gets real serious

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

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

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

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

— the spice.

remember when i said pedri was very gentle earlier?

well he can definitely pull a 180 in bed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

it was unexpected. but not unwelcome

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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iaeriy · 9 months

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windows (pedri x reader)

warnings- smut, spanish speaking, age gap (yn 18, pedri 19) & fluff

a/n- thought of this after i finished my gavi fanfic, i don’t know when i’ll be uploading another one. maybe this time of the week.. not so sure! but hope you enjoy this one for now! :”)

you were on your laptop scrolling through your homework trying to finish up an essay, you had one of your airpods in your ear listening to music, everybody in your house that lived with you were asleep.. well, except your brother. you heard shuffling from the grass outside but you ignored it.

you had to change into your pjs but you were lazy to close your window, you changed either way into a white oversized shirt and left your panties alone.

you were standing behind the window until, “BOO!�� you heard and you screamed loudly dropping your phone as you turned around and saw your boyfriend, “why are you sneaking out.. get in before someone sees you..” you said whispering as you held his arm helping him get in, “i came to see my girlfriend.. i haven’t seen her all day..” he said kissing your cheek as you blushed, “yeah well, it’s late. he shouldn’t be out at 11pm.” you rolled ur eyes as he smacked ur ass, “hush missy.. i came too because my parents had a small argument with me about school so, now am here.” he said squeezing your butt.

you giggled as he cupped your cheeks, kissing you.

you kissed back as you got on your tippy toes, as pedri starting to hold onto your waist before you smacked his hand off as you heard the door knock, you whined pushing pedri into your closet, “shut up and don’t make a sound..” you whispered as you closed it and opened the door to see your brother.

“why were you screaming, you woke me up.” eliseo said as you rolled your eyes, “i did, aww you poor thing.” you said as he smacked your arm, “i saw a jumpscare video on my phone, sorry.” you said smacking his head after he said smacking your arm, “you sure?” he said as he tried to get in your room, “eliseo.. you’re not coming in just over me screaming.” you said pushing him out as he frowned, “fine then, don’t make too much noise mom and dad are going to sleep. goodnight.” he said as you smiled waving at him before flicking him off.

you closed the door and locked it as you opened your closet and saw pedri going through your clothes, “what the hell are you doing..” you said holding his hand trying to get him out, “i wanna see what is in here.. you’re clothes are so organized and so.. you..” he said as you yanked him out your closet, closing the door before he looked at you, it was dark but your neighbor had their light on and your led fairy lights that hunged around your room.

“so.. what now?” he said as you shushed him, “quiet, my brother knows something is up so shh.” you sat him down on the bed and the two of you sat down, he talked to you about school. yes, the two of you were in highschool and both your parents knew you two were dating for about a year and 6 months now. pedri played for the soccer team for the school. “but then soccer practice was fucking annoying.. that boy that likes you couldn’t stop talking about you non-stop.” you laughed as you sat down criss cross, you were getting cold from the air coming in and well.. you were in an oversized shirt without a bra and just panties.

pedri tried to keep his eyes on you as you spoke, his eyes scanning your chest as your nipple was sticking out through your shirt, his eyes went down to your lace thong. you looked at him and he looked at you, your eyes widened as you thought to yourself ‘why did you wear a thong tonight..’

“what’s wrong baby?” you said as he shook his head, “nada.. you’re so adorable tonight..” he said caressing your cheek, your heart started racing as he looked at you, something in his eyes were different this time though. you nudged it off as he leaned in closer to you, “i missed you..” he whispered in your ear as he laid you down, towering above you.

he looked down at you before kissing you as he held onto your cheek, you kissed back cupping his cheeks as he slid his hands inside your shirt, his finger tips roaming around your body as the two of you made out.

he held your waist as he started to grind himself against you slowly, you bit down on your lip trying to keep quiet. you were and weren’t expecting for this to happen. his lips made it’s way down to your neck as you leaned your head back, your breathing starting to hitch and increase from the dirty thoughts filling up in your mind. your hands made its way to his shirt as your hands reached inside touching his abs, your other hand reached the hem of his shirt, he chuckled looking at how needy you got under his touch.

“you wanna do this?” he said as you looked at him you didnt hesitate to nod your head, you were desperate begging for him again. it’s been a month since your first time with him, and honestly.. you did miss him.

“you better be on the pill.” he said as he pulled his shirt off and your tint of pink flushed through your cheeks,

“i-i am..” you said as he chuckled sitting you on his lap, you were now on top of him, his eyes scanned through your body admiring the view as his hands squeezed your ass, you giggled kissing him again as he kissed you back.

his boner was poking your hole, you were so needy and desperate, you began to rock your hips aroun his crotch as you continued to kiss him. your moans being muffled as he groaned into your mouth, you continued to move against him as you started to remember that day.

you pulled away smiling as your hands made its way to the hem of your shirt as you lifted it above your chest to your head as you tossed it to the side, you looked at him giggling before he laid you down, he kissed your neck again, this time.. sucking and biting on your skin. you moaned loudly just a bit before a hand went to your mouth, he chuckled as his lips went down to your chest.

he started sucking on the side of your boobs as you sighed out, running your hands down his hair as you moaned out when he stafted to suck on your nipple. you tried to hold in your sounds but god, with this? yeah.. no..

he sucked on your breast leaving marks around as he fondled with the other one squeezing it and pinching on your nipple, he kissed down to your stomach then suddenly. above your panties.

he pulled them down with his teeth as you were blushing from his touch and kisses, he looked up at you chuckling, “you’re so wet already.. we’re barely even getting started mí vida..” he said before slipping a finger inside of you, you threw your head back moaning softly as his thumb rubbed your clit, he heard your moans as he made his way back up to you. you cupped his cheeks, “we’re going to get caughtttt..” you said whinning as you moaned out again when you felt him thrust his finger a bit quicker, he thrusted his finger at a pace that had you mewling his name out.

you bit down onto your lip holding in your sounds as he kept rubbing on your clit, that was until he added another finger. two fingers. you moaned uncontrollably at the feeling as you held onto the duvet, he leaned in to you as he kissed you. you cupped his cheek with your free hand as his kisses muffled your moans.

he pulled his fingers out as he sucked onto his fingees, you blushed again before you pushed him down on the bed, he groaned as you pulled down his jeans including his boxers as his heavy dick sprung out.

you swallowed nervously remembering how big he was, you held his dick as you stroked him slowly, the tip already filled with pre-cum. you giggled watching him groan as you wraped your mouth around his hardened cock, you bobbled your head up and down slowly as you swirled your tongue around.

“pensé en esto todas las noches.. sabes eso y/n..” (thought of this every night.. you know that y/n..) he said caressing your head as you looked up at him still bobbing your head, you pushed your head down a bit deep as you continued to bobble your head. he tried to hold his sounds in from the intense pleasure he was receiving from you.

he held a handful of your hair as he guided your head up and down, you stroked him while sucking him off as you bobbled your head deeper. “joder.. tu boca se siente tan bien..” (fuck.. your mouth feels so good..) he said as you tried your best not to gag, swirling your tongue around as your free hand made it’s way down to your clit, rubbing it gently.

you made your way back to the tip, kissing it as you swirled your tongue around. you placed his dick back in your mouth as you bobbled your head quickly just a bit, you were moaning from touching yourself, your moans sending a vibration to his dick causing him to groan.

you were moaning uncontrollably but due to his dick in your mouth, they were muffled and you were choking on your moans. he chuckled looking at you before he moved your head away, he lifted you by your waist as you were now on your fours, you face facing the pillows.

“don’t be too loud, okay mí vida?” he said as you nodded your head, he inserted himself inside of you ad you moaned out in pain & pleasure, “d-don’t move yet..” you said breathing heavily as he chuckled squeezing your ass, you whined as you started to move yourself against him. “estás tan desperada.. no siquiera te molestate en esperar hermosa.” (you’re so desperate.. you didn’t even bother waiting hermosa.) he said as he held onto your hips as he chuckled watching you move yourself against him.

your ass grinded against his dick, you burried your face into the pillows as you moaned in pleasure, “i missed you..” you said breathlessly as you continued to move yourself against him, he spanked you as you stopped moving. before he began to move against you, thrusting slowly inside of you, you held onto the duvet once again as you whined out, “mmmh.. more.. pl-please..” you said as he hummed in response, thrusting quicker into you. you gasped as his dick stretched you out. fuck it felt good after it’s been a month.

he went down to your ear, “quit moving princesa..” as he kissed your neck, you leaned your head back against his shoulder as he started to pound quickly into you. you moaned out loud on accident as he covered your mouth with his hand, your moaned got muffled as he kept pounding into you, now the room was filled with the bed creaking, skin slapping and pedris groans.. even your muffled moans.

you smacked his hand off your mouth, “i-i don’t care if we get c-caught!” you said whinning as he smirked at your words, he pushed you down even further, he pushed down on your waist as he started to pound deeply into you, you moaned loudly as you gripped onto the sheets. “god you have no idea what i’ve imagined..” he said whispering while groaning as you giggled between your moans, biting down onto your lip. as he started to pound harder into you.

you shrieked as you felt the tip of his dick kiss your cervix, you started trembling underneath him trying to hold on as you fell on your stomach, “i-i.. can’t..” you said breathing heavily before he turned you around laying you down, “u-use a blanket.. the window isn’t closed..” you said blushing as he started to fondle with your breasts, “no.. i’d rather let them see & hear you.” he said before inserting himself inside of you again, you moaned again as he started to thrust himself in and out of you, he wrapped your legs around his waist.

you leaned your head back as you felt him stretch you out in every possible way, as he placed his hands right next to your shoulders. “fuck.. f-fuck me.. longer..” you said whinning between your moans as he started to speed up, his name at the edge of your lips as he kept pumping in and out of you. he looked down at you as he started to toy with your clit, you moaned loudly not caring who heard besides your brother, suddenly he stuffed your mouth with your panties.

you frowned as your moans were shut out as he began to thrust into all kinds of areas you never knew about, “should’ve done this earlier..” he said whispering as your eyes started to blur out from the pleasure, he began rubbing your clit gently as he found your g-spot thrusting his pelvis against it.

you arched your back moaning louder than you were before as he continued to rock his hips against you, you took your panties out of your mouth throwing them across the room as you pulled him in closer, both of your sweaty foreheads touching each other as you kissed him.

he kissed you back deeply as he muffled your moans, he started thrusting harder into you as you scratched his back, “you’re doing.. s-so good..” you whispered as he smirked in the kiss, “you take me so well..” he whispered in your ear as he burried his face in your neck thrusting even harder as the bed hit against your wall. you scratched his back as you bit into his shoulder whimpering at his dick push in and out of you.

“m-move faster.. please..” you whined as he chuckled at your words moving faster as you felt him thrust into your sensitive spot, you widened your eyes as he began to rub your clit faster again. “o-oh fuck.. k-keep going-mngh..” you whimpered as your felt your climax approaching.

your legs were sore, your eyes watering from exhaustion, your juices coated all over his cock against his dick, your moans scattered throughout the room and so as his groans.

“cl..close..!” you moaned out as he thrusted even faster than he was, you screamed in pleasure as he covered your mouth smacking your tit. you rolled your eyes to the back of your head from the pleasure, gripping onto the sheets. you felt him twitch under you as he kissed you deeply again, you kissed back as the two of you came at the same time.

he continued to kiss you as his dick was burried inside of you still, you felt his cum fill up as you ran your hands through his hair. “you’re.. shaking too..” you said giggling as he smiled at you pecking your forehead resting his head on your boobs. you looked down at him ruffling his sweaty hair as you heard the door knock, you sat up as he looked at you. “don’t say anything..” you mouthed as he nodded his head.

“cut the shit y/n, why not be a little more quieter next time.” eliseo said as you turned all red before you threw a pillow at your door for him to get out.

after that had happened, pedri cleaned you up with the towel that was on your nightstand, he laid down next to you holding you, as you fell asleep under pedris hold, as he covered you with the blanket, the two of you sleeping naked under the covers as the cold air from your windows roamed through the room.

the sun was barely out and it was 5am, pedris shoulder had nudged you slightly, you woke up as your head hit the pillow. you groaned as you sat up,“you’re leaving..?” you said rubbing your eyes still sleepy as your eyes were half opened your boobs exposed, “i have to hermosa.. i don’t want my parents to get mad at me..” he said chuckling as watched your expressions, he kissed your cheek caressing your head, “i’ll see you later on okay, love you.” he said kissing you as you kissed back, you watched him get out of your window as you sighed before falling back asleep.

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iovebarca · 4 days

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Pedri being very clingy and doesn‘t want to let her go to work

Wrapped In Love - Pedri

Authors note: I hope I did your request justice! 🫶

Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, just fluff!

WC: 700+

Summary: Pedri convinces his partner to skip work, leading to a day of pampering and bonding. As they indulge in massages and bubble baths, they deepen their connection, reaffirming their love.

The morning light filters through the curtains, painting patterns of gold across the room as you awaken to the soft warmth enveloping you. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you find yourself nestled in Pedri's arms, his embrace tight and comforting.

"Buenos días, mi vida." he whispers, his voice a gentle murmur against your ear.

"Good morning, mi amor," you reply, smiling at the sight of him, his tousled hair and sleepy eyes making your heart swell with affection.

As you attempt to rise, Pedri tightens his hold, a playful pout forming on his lips. "Do you really have to leave for work today?"

You chuckle softly, running your fingers through his hair. "Yes, bebé, I do. But don't worry, I'll be back before you even realize I'm gone."

Pedri's pout deepens, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his arms tightening around you. "But I'll miss you so much. Can't you just stay here with me?"

Your heart melts at his sweet words. With a tender touch, you lift his chin, meeting his gaze. "I wish I could, mi vida. But duty calls, and I must answer. I promise I'll return to you soon."

Pedri's pout deepens, and he pulls you closer, his eyes pleading. "But I don't want you to go. Can't you stay with me?"

Your heart melts at his plea. With a gentle touch, you lift his chin, meeting his gaze. "I wish I could, Pedri. But you know how important my job is. I promise I'll make it up to you when I get back."

Pedri's face brightens at your words, and he leans in for a kiss, savoring the moment. But as you begin to extricate yourself from his embrace, he tightens his hold, a determined look in his eyes.

"Please, mi amor," he whispers, his voice filled with longing. "Stay with me. We can spend the day together, just you and me. I'll make breakfast, we can watch movies, and cuddle all day. Please?"

You're torn, knowing how much Pedri craves your presence. But duty calls, and you can't ignore your responsibilities. Still, the pleading look in his eyes tugs at your heartstrings, and you find yourself hesitating.

"Alright, Pedri," you say, your voice filled with love. "One day together. But only because I can't resist you."

Pedri's face lights up with joy, and he pulls you close, showering you with kisses. "Gracias, mi amor! You won't regret it, I promise."

And as you settle back into bed, wrapped in each other's arms, you know that today will be a day filled with love, laughter, and cherished moments with the one who holds your heart.

As the morning sun bathes the room in a golden glow, Pedri and their partner decide to indulge in a day of pampering and relaxation. They gather fluffy towels, scented oils, and candles, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and intimacy.

Pedri takes the lead, guiding their partner to the cozy living room where plush cushions await. With gentle hands, Pedri begins to knead away the tension from their partner's shoulders, each stroke infused with love and care. Their partner sighs in contentment, melting into the comforting touch, feeling cherished and adored.

In return, their partner insists on returning the favor. With soft music playing in the background, they switch roles, their skilled hands working magic on Pedri's tired muscles. Pedri closes their eyes, surrendering to the sensation, feeling the stress of the outside world melt away with each caress.

After the massages, they move to the bathroom, where a luxurious bubble bath awaits. They fill the tub with warm, fragrant water, and sink into its depths, letting the soothing bubbles envelop them in a cocoon of relaxation. They share laughter and tender whispers, lost in the moment and in each other's company.

As they emerge from the bath, refreshed and rejuvenated, they take turns applying facials, nourishing their skin with creamy masks and serums. They giggle as they try to keep straight faces while the masks work their magic, sharing secrets and dreams as they wait for the products to dry.

Wrapped in fluffy robes, they snuggle on the couch, basking in the afterglow of their pampering session. They exchange loving glances and gentle kisses, feeling closer than ever before. In this moment of shared intimacy and self-care, they realize just how much they mean to each other, and how important it is to nurture their relationship.

As the day draws to a close, they drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's arms, hearts full of love and gratitude.

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gavisfanta · 2 months

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You know maybe like a thing where the girl and Pedri have broken up years ago and they see each other years later and haven't been able to move on so they have this angsty, blame game type sex? Like you get what I mean right? You know sort of relapse or similar concept

COMEBACK - PEDRI

summary: you and Pedri were meant to be... but were you really?

warnings: smut

August 2018

"Oh, how I love you." Pedri wrapped his arm around your neck and then leaned in for a kiss. His lips were soft on yours while you just couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

"I love you too." You whispered at him while he was still holding your head close to his. Pedri just finished his game for Las Palmas and you surprised him, originally you said that you couldn't go because you had to study but that was just for the surprise.

So after the game ended Pedri immediately ran over to you as you walked down to the bench. Your dad was best friends with the owner of Las Palmas, Jose.

That just meant for you that you were allowed to sit behind the bench every game and also knew a lot of things about the club.

"What do you say to coming over to my place? My parents are in Spain, I have the house all to myself." You smiled as Pedri and you walked down into the tunnel side by side. A wide smile plastered across his face, he was still so happy about you being there.

"I'd love to, wait outside for me." Pedri told you and pulled you in for one final kiss before he left to go and change.

A team mate who just followed him, flashed you a smile and you smiled back at him. Everyone at the club knew about your dad and you, you were there to watch every game you could.

So after you arrived at your house, Pedri and you went inside. He at first put his things down by his shoes and then he walked over to you.

You and Pedri have been dating for about 1 year, when you were 15 he asked you to be his girlfriend. The past few weeks in the relationship, you two have been very touchy with each other, kissing or cuddling the whole time.

It was pretty obvious that you two were still virgins and both of you knew exactly what was gonna happen when Pedri stepped foot into your house today.

So you and he walked upstairs quickly, Pedri admired your house, it was huge and it was pretty obvious that your parents had a shit ton of money.

"Um Pedri" You began the awkward talk as soon as you two arrived in your room. "I was thinking that maybe we could-" You tried to say but he cut you off.

"Sleep with each other?" Pedri almost read your thoughts and you were kinda thankful that you didn't have to say it. So you bit your lower lip and nodded your head up and down slowly.

"Are you really okay with it tho?" Pedri asked you, the butterflies in your stomach just kept growing when you realized that he cared for you.

"I'm okay, I want you to be my first time." You leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss on his lips. He then walked over to the bed and told you to lay down on it. You did as he said and then you two were making out again.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Pedri asked again as he sat up and started to pull down your shorts, slowly. You looked at his fingers which were lightly touching your skin. You shivered at the thought of having him inside of you.

Pedri then also proceeded to lift up your shirt until you pulled it off completely. He has seen you in your underwear before so this wasn't really a big deal.

That was until you two were in only your underwear, Pedris body on yours and your lips crashing into each other at a rapid speed.

Sweet moans were heard coming from Pedri's mouth as you ran your fingers down his abs and he immediately put his hands behind your back.

He unclipped your bra and slowly pulled it off your arms. That left you exposed with only your panties on, and as Pedri was staring for a few seconds, mouth hanging open slightly, you covered yourself with your arms.

"No don't do that," Pedri leaned down to kiss your stomach and then kissed his way up until your breasts. "You're beautiful." Pedri looked up at you from between your breasts and that sight made you squeeze your legs together.

He then took off your panties slowly and then slid off his boxershorts without moving his gaze away from your clit.

"Are you sure? You can say stop any time." Pedri looked up at you while he aligned himself with you. You nodded your head as you bit your lower lip and then seconds later you felt him slowly entering you.

Low whimpers came from your mouth as you felt, so, so, full. Every single vein on his dick, every single thing was felt.

And god you even felt your walls stretching out to his size. Pedri groaned as he was now fully inside of you, he looked at you for a conformation that you were alright.

"You can start moving." You mumbled.

He started to pull himself out and then push his dick inside again. You arched your back as you clenched around him, his pace sped up little by little and your moans became louder.

"Fuck you're so tight." Pedri groaned as he kept thrusting into you, you put your hand on his bicep and then kissed his shoulder.

He looked so attractive, his whole body sweaty and his hair wet, sticking to his forehead.

"You feel so good, clenching around me like that. Fuck you're gonna make me cum." Pedri against the crook of your neck, those words sent literal shockwaves down to your clit as he kept pounding into you.

Suddenly all the noise of the headboard slamming against the wall, the noises outside of the open tilted window, the noises of the air conditioner, everything stopped.

There were only the fast breaths of Pedri and your moans as you felt that warm knot in your stomach get tighter.

Your whole body ached as you arched up against him. His sweaty body sticking to yours and you feeling even tighter around his dick.

In that second, you felt like you exploded, your legs began to tremble, your eyes locked shut, you bit into your lip so hard that you tasted blood, Pedri's cum filling you up to the very brim.

His warm breath against your neck as you both were left breathing heavily. Your body felt hot, your legs trembling as he laid down on top of you between them, your hands carefully pushing back the black, soft locks of his hair.

"I love you so much." Pedri's words were just above a whisper as you felt his hot breath against your sweaty skin. Your eyes were strongly fixated on the ceiling and your lower lip was bleeding when you smiled.

"I love you even more."

Pedri pressed a few sloppy kisses wherever he could reach. In that exact moment of him laying on top of you, naked, his cum dripping out of your pussy and his hair messy, he swore to himself that he was gonna stay with you forever.

"Are you up for a shower?" He lifted his head, draining his own thoughts as no matter what he was thinking of, there was always you. You in real life, creating new memories for him to think of later.

"Yeah, you might need to help me tho" Pedri was already standing up on his knees while still on the bed when you told him that. "I'm not sure if I can walk." A sly smile was covering your lips as he then wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up.

Your legs automatically wrapped around his torso and you clang onto his neck until he walked into your bathroom and sat you down next to the sink on the counter.

The young midfielder stood between your legs and put his hands on your hips, his brown eyes looking up so desperately to yours while you two were still naked, on full display for each other to see.

You leaned closer to him, catching his lips in a long and passionate kiss while your hands wrapped around his neck even tighter.

"I love you so much, you don't even know." Pedri whispered in between kisses, he felt the blood on your lower lips, the sweet but bitter taste every time he ran his lips over yours.

Many people would have called it disgusting, for Pedri it was something that he couldn't explain. You were in a vulnerable state right now and you let him close to you, you let him touch, taste and feel you.

Eventually, you two made it into the shower where you still couldn't take your hands off of each other. You still somehow managed to then get out and move back to your cold and lonely bed.

Pedri cuddled up behind you as he was showering your neck with kisses.

"How do you feel?" Pedri's soft words broke the silence in the room.

"I feel amazing." You spoke only the truth, what was there more to want when the man of your dreams was literally right next to you. "and you amor?"

"I've never would have imagined this moment to be so perfect." His words made you smile. And you kept smiling all those hours you spent talking until it was deep into the night, when he finally sealed the eventful day with a kiss and told you a quick goodnight.

"Which ones?" Pedri picked two Plan B pills up from the shelves and turned to look at you. You only shrugged your shoulders as you anxiously looked around.

Living on an island was hell, especially because everyone knew each other and gossip spread like a plague.

"I don't know just choose one." You whispered over to him and Pedri dropped his shoulders while he gave you an annoyed look.

"Are you so ashamed of the fact that we had sex?" He continued to read the back of the boxes containing the plan b pills.

"Pedri, I don't really want your grandma to find out that we have sex, and you know she's gonna find out if anyone sees you with those damn pills in your hands." You told him with all honesty and Pedri looked up at you, his head still tilted downwards.

"Babe, either we buy one of these or we avoid being seen with plan b pills, but there is a chance that you get pregnant and everyone is gonna find out anyways." Pedri then grabbed one and put it back onto the shelf while your eyes widened.

"Yeah let's just go and pay." You put your hands on either side of his hips and pushed him to the checkout.

An elderly lady was sitting behind the table and Pedri put down the pills in front of her.

She typed in something into her machine while you felt like you wanted to die, why did this take so long?

"2,42 please." The woman told Pedri and he showed her his card with a small smile. She nodded her head as she put the machine in front of him, and after he paid you walked out immediately.

"Fuck she knows my mom" You covered your face with your hands as Pedri kissed your temple while you two made your way back to your house.

"Did she?" Pedri put the box of pills into his pocket and then grabbed your hand to interlock his fingers with yours.

"I don't know- she probably did." You whined while you threw your head back and Pedri laughed at you.

"Pedriii" You kept on whining as you buried your face in his shoulder. After he tried to calm you down the entire walk back to your house you finally arrived back at home.

"So, take one." Pedri tapped the box with his finger as he was sitting on a bar stool on the other side of the kitchen island.

"I'm scared" You put down the glass of water in front of you while Pedri gave you a pill. "We should have used a condom."

"No we shouldn't have, it's fine Amor, it won't do anything, it's just hormones." Pedri stood up and walked over to you, he began to rub his hand up and down your back.

"Explain what they do so I'm less scared."

Pedri chuckled a little bit at your words. "This is progesterone, it's a hormone that women have when they're pregnant. So when you take this-" Pedri points at the pill in your hand. "you'll trick your body into thinking that you are already pregnant. So there's no new ovulation." Pedri's explanation calmed you down a bit and without saying anything you swallowed the pill.

"You're really good at explaining." You praised him, Pedri just shrugged his shoulders with a huge smile.

"I know I'm amazing."

"Cariño, ¿qué es eso?" Your mother hurried over to you to hug you, Pedri's presence didn't go unnoticed by her since she hugged him first.

"What?" You asked while she ran her thumb across your bruised lip.

"Pedri I told you not to bite too hard." Your dad joked as he walked into the hallway too and then dabbed up Pedri. Your boyfriend's face was covered by a smile as he looked at your father.

"It wasn't me this time." The young midfielder pushed his hair to the side and your dad chuckled.

"Did you hear that? This time. These teenagers." Your dad nudged your mom a bit by her shoulder and then walked past the three of you into the kitchen. Luckily you hid the rest of the pills under your bed in a small box so the cleaning lady wouldn't even find it.

Pedri didn't think that your parents would be mad if they found out that you two had sex. He thinks that they would be more mad if they found out that you took the risk and didn't use any protection; which in the end you did.

Meanwhile, you and your mom were still fighting about what happened with your lower lips. Pedri of course knew that you bit onto your lip too hard while you came, but he respected your wish to keep the little intimate session between the two of you private. "Pedro, how did this happen?" Your mom turned to face him.

She always called him Pedro, Pedri's mother told her one time that she should call him that whenever he's in trouble, she just calls him like that the entire time now.

You knew that your mom could never be mad at Pedri, she thought of him as the perfect boyfriend for you. He was building up a football career, was good looking and smart.

"Mom I told you I peeled off too much of the skin." You gave Pedri a look to act along when your mother wasn't focusing on you.

"She's telling the truth," Pedri confirmed. Your mother looked between the two of you with a suspicious stare and then poked Pedri's chest.

"You're a good man, because you lie for her." Pedri looked after her while you shook your head in embarrassment. Your mom kept telling him, it's okay if she tells you that he's a good boyfriend but telling him?

"Let's go upstairs." You nudged Pedri's shoulder and you two quickly went into your room.

"What do you say about driving around the island?" Pedri laid down in the middle of your queen sized bed while you sat onto his waist, his hands running up and down your tighs.

"I love the idea, but you know if we get caught another time without a license you won't be able to have one at all." You poked his chest and then looked down at him.

"But you love driving around" Pedri almost whined.

"Let's just go for a late-night walk instead, what do you think of that idea?" Pedri actually liked your suggestion. He loved spending time with you so he would have agreed to anything.

So there you were walking along the beach with a beautiful sunset displaying above the ocean. Pedri was holding your hand as you walked in the water, the warm, wet sand underneath your feet as your shoes were in your other hand.

The beach was empty, what's really unusual for a Saturday evening.

So after you walked a good while along the beach you sat down in the sand, admiring the dark colors of the sky in front of you and Pedri by your side.

"Where do you want to get married?" Pedri turned to look at you, his breath stopped for a second as he saw you. Your hair a bit messed up because of the wind, one of your eyes closed to avoid the brightness of the sun blinding you, your face covered in the orange- pinkish light coming from the sunset. He lost his words as you looked at him.

"I don't know," You opened your eyes and pushed his hair out of his face a little. "Where would you want to get married?"

Pedri sighed and then looked at the view in front of him. "Probably here, I mean we're gonna move away from here and then these times are all gonna be memories. I feel like we'll think back and be like 'Oh yeah remember when-' and I just think this place is fitting." Pedri explained and you couldn't help but smile.

"We're gonna move to Barcelona together so that you can play for the club, but I think we'll fall in love with the city more than with this island." You spoke openly about your thoughts. Pedri admitted that you were kind of right, his parents never allowed him to leave the Canary Islands but he imagined Barcelona to be wonderful. He would love to experience stepping foot into the city for the first time with you, the first game at the camp nou, his first game at the camp nou. Wherever he imagined himself to go, you were there, always.

March 2019

"I just feel like it doesn't work out anymore." Your words made Pedris stomach drop, his heart pounding hard in his chest and his breathing accelerating slowly.

"What why?" The footballer tried to seek an answer, he wanted to fix things, no. He HAD to fix things. What could have possibly given you the feeling that it wouldn't work out between you two, what did he do wrong?

"You know I cant move away from here yet, and with your move to Barcelona it isn't gonna be easy for us. You're gonna meet new people there, new woman, and then you'll think 'ah fuck i have a girlfriend who i sometimes forget about because she loves so so far away' and then I'll just hold you back and I don't want that." You poured out all your thoughts to him.

"I understand."

January 2022

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Those words made Pedri shiver. He just started getting close with Gavi so they tried to get to know eachother a bit better.

"Uh" Pedri looked at Gavi who was sitting in the passangers seat before looking back at the road quickly. "No, I havent." Pedri cleared his throat. "What about you?"

"Oh me neither, there was this one girl two years ago, man I wish I would have shot my shot." Gavi explained and Pedri smiled a little.

"You gotta take risks sometimes no?" Gavi scoffed and looked at the plder midfielder driving up to his house.

"Not like you know, have you ever even been in love?" Gavi shot back at Pedri, the canarians lips slwoly curled up into a smile.

"No, never." He mumbled, he could have started crying atthe thought of you not being there with him. He knew that you would've loved Gavi and how direct he is. You two could have been amazing friends.

March 2023

"Oh really?" You smiled as Balde showed you the whole training facilities. He was kne of your first friends in Barcelona and you were so thankful for having him as a friend.

"Ysah, believe it or not." Balde laughed at your question and then kept walking. "So this is where we change." He pushed dosn the doorhandle to the locker room and then closed it again.

"Yeah, so let's do on-" Balde mumbled and started walking into the direction of the training ground but a man came from there. His head tilted downwards as he was looking at his phone. His hair matched his outfit, he was dressed in a black hoodie and joggers.

You knew damn we who it was.

"Hola Pedri." Balde told him with a smile and Pedri finally looked up from his phone.

His gaze at first went to Balde and he smiled immediately. Then he saw you and his smile disappeared, just like yours.

You two kept eye contact while you walked oast eachother. The tension building up as you took a deep breath and then he was out of sight.

Balde on the other hand was confused. "So that was Pedri, he plays in the midfield, he's pretty nice but his ego is way too high." Balde laughed a little. You still felt his eyes burning into your body as you finally walked arpund a corner.

"Ah huh" You avoided eye contact with the defender. The truth is Pedri never spoke about you when he came here. It was always a dream of you two to move here together and he couldn't stand the thought of him being here without you.

Now you were here, did he feel any better? No.

Because now you were here, but not with him.

The only thing that crossed your mind was how much you missed him, his smell, his touch, his smile. Everything about you craved some Pedri.

That was exactly why you did the bold decision to say yes to an invite to Balde.

"You wanna come to the club with me and some of my teammates? Their girlfriends are coming too, maybe you'll make some new friends."

You were stupid, you knew damn well that Pedri would be there, you knew it the second Balde mentioned team mates.

You were right by the way, because as soon as you entered the club your eyes got caught by the canarian midfielder stsring at you, his eyes still looked at you the same. With that adoration, loving and lustful look.

You both knew you couldn't be together, it was a nice teenage romance but it wouldn't have lasted any longer than maybe one more year. You both changed too much, so those brown eyes felt familiar but looked completely different.

"Hey Y/n, come sit down" balde waved you over as soon as he realized that you were there. All he really had to do was follow Pedris gaze. Your chest got tighter and you felt like you could have cried in that moment where you sat down almost in front of Pedri.

"So- she is Mikky, Frenkies girlfriend-" Baldes words got blurred out by the ringing in your ears as Pedri and you held eye contact. It was like your souls were mesting eachother again, hugging and dancing around to be reunited. However your bodies couldn't do anything more than ache as the tension started building up between you two.

Qt this point you couldn't hear the blasting music coming from the speakers anymore, it was like everything was in slow motion. Every single breath you took felt heavy. You looked at his lips, they changed to a darker color, his hair, he wore it longer, his cheek, his face looked more manly, yet his eyes, still the same.

"Hey, are you listening?" Balde eventually nudged your arm and everything sped up again, the blasting music hurt your ears again, people talking around you and the lights shining into your eyes again.

"Hm? Yeah" You turned your upper body to face the defender. He squinted his eyes and he looked like he was about to say something but then changed his mind. Just as you wanted to look back to your ex boyfriend you saw him standing up and leaving the club.

That was the last time you saw Pedri... until the next friday where Raphinha was hosting a party.

You spent that whole afternoon getting ready for that party. No matter how hard you tried telling yourself that you were kver Pedri there was still that small part i side of you that knew you're never gonna get over him.

Pedri wasn't any diffrent, those last 3 years he spent without you were hell. No matter how many models or women he slept with, they weren't you. He tried to look for the same feeling he had when he slept with you or even just touched you, none of them compared. It wasn't just the sex he missed, he missed you, your personality, presence, laugh, everything.

Not a single day has passed where he wished to wake up from that nightmare he was still living in of not having you by his side when he wakes up.

So the second he stepped foot into Raphinhas house, he stayed with the guys for ten minutes before he went to the underground gym Raphinha had. The elevator was the quickest way to access it, so obviously he took the elevator and then walked into the gym, huge mirrors on the wall and fake grass covering the whole floor. He didn't want to turn on the lights so he just sat down next to the wall and pulled out his phone.

Meanwhile you just arrived upstairs, their house was huge, you had to admit, so when everyone was kind of busy with talking, you went to explore the place. At first you looked at the upper three floors and then you pushed the -1 button on the elevator.

The elevator doors slid to the side and you walked into a huge but dark room. You turned on your phone flashlight to look around and to you gasped a bit when you saw a figure sitting next to the wall.

Pedri's eyes scanned your body before he turned his attention back towards his phone.You cleaned your throat and then just as you wanted to turn around Pedri also cleared his throat. You turned off the torch on your phone and it took your eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dark.

But you saw Pedri clear as day, patting the spot next to him. Legs almost trembling while you made your way over to the canarian and sat down next to him, still keeping a bit of distance between the two of you.

After sitting in silence and in the pitch dark he finally spoke up."So-" He began, his voice cracked. "how's life?"

You kept your gaze strictly on the floor in front of you, not even daring to look up. You didn't feel like you had the need to lie to him about how you were feeling

"Miserable." You inhaled sharply. "what about you?"

"Me too." Pedri mumbled. The next few minutes felt like a blur, blurry images of Pedri pushing up your dress and him taking off his pants. He gave you one confirimimg look to which you only nodded. There was that one familiar feeling again, of him being inside you. However nothing about this felt romantic now, you didn't even enjoy it.

You hated the fact that it was your fault, it was yours, and his, it was his fault to let you go and it was yours to think that you were holding him back. Why couldn't have you just kept quiet?

Pedri thrusted into you harder.

His mind running miles per hour as he's only thinking of the things he could have changed. If he wouldn't have let you go, he wouldn't be here, in the dark, fucking you. He would have been sitting upstairs, his right arm wrapped around your shoulder, talking with his friends and from time to time he would have kissed you, he would have reminded himself that he was the luckiest man alive.

He thursted into you rougher.

Your moans silenced some of your thoughts as tears started building up in your eyes. Not just from the plessure but because of all the emotions you were feeling. If you thought about it that way, it wasn't your fault, you were just a teenage girl, going through puberty.

He thursted into you faster.

He hated to see you cry, he hated that no matter what he would have said in that moment wouldn't have made anything better. He hated that times have changed.

But in the end he realized it wasn't really his fault, he was just a teenage boy going through puberty.

You two finished at the same time.

Pedri pulled out immediately, quickly standing up and pulling his pants over his dick.

You also started to get dressed, the tears streaming down your cheeks didn't stop, however it hurt Pedri to look at you. He stood in one spot for a few seconds to check if you would be alright. After you gave him a small nod that you would be alright, the midfield was hurrying up the stairs already.

He couldn't stand the thought of you seeing him cry, so while he walked upstairs the music got louder and louder. He hurried to the entrance and then opened the door immediately, he did a sprint to his car and then sat behind the wheel. "I'm stupid, I am so stupid" He cried as tears were swelling uo in his eyes and he hit his head against the steering wheel.

Meanwhile you pulled up your kees to your body and cried into them, your head was lowered and tears dropping onto your dress.

So if you would have told any of the two of you five years ago, that you two would be crying after interacting with eachother for the first time in 4 years, the two of you would have burst out laughing.

But you both raised your head at one thought.

"We were just teenagers, it wouldn't have worked out anyways."

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