summary: everything that pedri wishes he could tell you
7:35am
he loooves your lip balm. the way it tastes, the sweet flavour of it and how it nicely enhances the act of kissing you, making your lips all the more soft and plush for his own. he loves using it, stealing it from your bed side table in the early mornings before he leaves for training while you soundly sleep next to him, having you apply it for him; your frame stood tensely concentrated in front of him, focused face when you swipe the applicator over his lips and smiling when he pouts at you jokingly. itâs even gotten to the point where his friends have noticed.
âwhy do your lips always look wet?â ferran asks him, football at his feet and pulling at his jersey to let the cool air circulate underneath it. âyou donât wear lip balm?â pedri raises an eyebrow and ferran laughs, âi think iâve put it on a total of two times in the past monthâ
but he especially loves it when you put it on your lips, only for the sole purpose to peck his and transfer it over. you call it âsaving productâ but the both of you know itâs just to steal a kiss, and he wants to keep it that way. sharing is caring i guess. it reminds him of you, in the way scents bring back memoriesâhe just associates soft lips with you.
he also just loves to be in your space. itâs kind of a givenâyou being in a relationship and all, but he takes it to another level. heâs there when your brushing your teeth, sat on the toilet lid and watching you in the mirror, sometimes he even takes the toothbrush and moves it around your mouth for you. wanting to be in your area and admire you from as close as possible. safe to say heâs completely whipped with just your presence, your aura, your warm energy that just calms him.
heâs there when your cooking. getting all in your way as you squeeze past him to grab some more ingredients, hands placed flat on your shoulder blades when he peers over your shoulder to see what exactly your doing and leaning down to put his head on your shoulder. âyouâre in my wayâ you whine, turning yourself around to give him a quick peck. âim helping!â he says, suddenly taking an interest in chopping the vegetable that youâve left out on the counter, only to get you off his back. âyeah, helping to be a pain in the ass.â you scoff when he returns back to his old ways, observing your every move and hugging you from behind like some sort of teddy bear.
if you let him, heâd even sit on the edge of the bath while you peed, not wanting to stop the conversation you were having and lose his train of thought. blabbering away while his gaze focuses somewhere on a tile on the wall. same way heâd let you get on with doing your makeup in the mirror while he takes a quick pee break, talking while he peers over his shoulder. but if not, heâd stand outside of the bathroom door like a sulking little toddler and continue the conversation by shouting at the door, making sure you can hear.
something heâd never admit though (at least not until your ready) is how much you he really wants to get you pregnant. honestly it borders a breeding kink. itâs said offhandedly during sex, something small like, âim going to get you pregnantâ but heâs being dead serious. just say the word and heâs there, boxers down and ready for some baby making.
it obvious heâs good with kids, thereâs been multiple cases to be observed. but when he watches you do it, whether it be with a niece/nephew, a sibling or even just randomly in the street because babies seem to just be drawn to your presence it sparks something within him. something primal that urges him to populate the earth with mini hims and mini youâs.
youâre so gentle, so tenderly it warms his heart the way you let them wrap their tiny little fingers around one of yours, squishing their cheeks while giggling.
even when youâre baby sitting, rushing around the house with a friendâs child latched onto your hip and a phone attached to your ear to chat mindlessly to a friend while you clean, he canât help but imagine that to be your child. together. a child that has equal parts of you and of him, to see your personality in them in the way they would protest waking up in the morningsâlike you always do.
thatâs why your late night chats about how many kids you guys want, what their names would be are his favourite parts of the day, face in the crook of your neck to plant soft kisses on your skin while you giggle about your future.
pedri is also not a sharer. he is not the kind to just give his friends a bite of his food for them to taste, he can be a bit stingy in that sense.
âcan i try this?â one of his friends would say, âyou can try whatever you want next time we come here. im not stopping you.â
his friends would be shocked seeing him be unfazed when you steal a fry of his plate at lunch, jaw falling open when he even offers one to you and not immediately becoming defensive. they would discuss in the locker rooms how much he loves you, teasing him about how badly heâs been star struck.
âpedri, share some that ped-D next!â gavi pranced around the locker room in a sing-songy voice after the first brunch you had with his friends, finally introducing yourself to everyone as his girlfriendâjersey slipped over his head and over his shoulders to look like hair, or maybe a make-shift vail. who knows.
âshut up manâ pedri groaned, sighing as if he was mad, but the blush spreading across his cheeks gave him away instantly.
end.
angelâs note: something differentttttt something cute. hope its ur liking!!!!
â you know all your feelings for meâŠinside of your heart â
pairing: boyf!pedri x fem!reader
content: smut, soft(ish), praise, a little fluff, translated spanish, no y/n
word count: 1.8k
summary: you could be pressed into pedri but still not be close enough, you need to be inside of each otherâŠ
1:12am
its warm under the duvet, so warm you have to stick your foot out from underneath itâbut itâs nice. pedri is freshly showered after coming home late, his hair still slightly damp and the smell of his soap still lingering when you press your face into his shoulder, itâs angular, sharp and a floral wood. you press your lips into his shoulder through his shirt and his smile is lit up with the screen of his phone. his fingers tap away at the keyboard to reply to a message as you peak over at the phone screen.
you cup his cheeks, fixating on the way he looks down at you, brushing your fingers along his jaw and humming incoherently. tracing along all his features, his nice brows, underneath his round eyes, along the bridge of his nose and blubbering his lips until he sticks his tongue out to stop it. âcariñoâ he muffles into your fingertips, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed.
your giggle is soft, mesmerising to him, a perfect encapsulation of your femininityâespecially when you press your hands into his abdomen to sit atop of it, shadowing your figure onto the wall behind you. your hands run down his chest, up to his face where you tussle his hair, heâs been so focused on training these past few weeks, and he hasnât had time to get a haircut, itâs grown out over his whole forehead, or shave his beard. you arenât complaining, in fact, you like itâa lot. you plaster small pecks across his cheeks, and around his lips.
âtodavĂa mĂĄs cercaâ (âeven closerâ) you say lowly into the crook of his neck, laying flat on his body where like a teenage boy he canât help but notice the way your boobs press into his chest. his arms wrap around your torso, hands squeezing your waist and you shuffle backwards, ass landing perfectly in the divot where he has his legs propped up and his hips begin.
his hands find themselves underneath your shirt, ghosting the bare and hot skin of your torso beneath it, until they reach your breasts that he envelopes in each palm, lips twitching upwards. you lean down to take his lips to yours, slowly moving in motion, a simultaneous exchange where his tongue glides over your bottom lip and you move forward to feel the familiar grin that spreads on his face. his fingers skim across your nipples and you jolt on top of him, pulling away to take a sharp breath. âÂżzona sensibleâ (âsensitive area?â) he lulls, pecking at the area around your lips.
you hum, gripping the hem of your shirt and slipping it over your head, draping it over pedriâs face with a giggle, guiding his hands to grope your boobs with no sightâheightening his senses, every receptor in his hands burning under your touch as his thumbs swipe over them again, and the blood continuing to rush to his crotch.
he tosses your shirt away from him into the opposite corner of the room, shallowing his breathing and taking in the lewd sight, âsiempre tan hermosaâŠâ (âalways so beautifulâŠâ) he speaks offhandedly, your name rolling off his tongue, pressing himself up to latch his lips around your boob, letting his tongue circle around the bud and teeth graze it ever so slightly. only so you grab onto his hair, your head falling backward and sighing out his name. he travels down the valley of your breasts, the cool air he exhales stimulating the damp areas and standing up the hairs on the back of your neck. âsĂ, pedroâ
its unhinged, to have to watch him lap around your chest, arms propped up and muscles pulsing, biceps toned in the dim shadows of your bedroom and not have him at your drenched core.
he falls back when you reach down for his dick, cupping it with all five fingers over his sweats, straining a short groan out of him when you swipe your finger over the tip. âquita todoâ (âtake it offâ) you tug at his shirt. he obliges without a second thought, pulling it over his head and lifting up his hips to pull down both his sweatpants and boxers in one, balancing you on top of him.
his dick springs out, hitting his stomach heavily, seeping and waiting for your hand to wrap around it. âpeudo yo?â (âcan i?â) you breathe, unevenly and desperately looking into his eyes for a response. âpor favorâ (âpleaseâ) tenderly he hums, smoothing a hand down your side. his dick leaks pre-cum, allowing your thumb to caress over the tip, slipping your whole hand down his length. he clenches your thigh, exhaling loudly the more you pump. âmuy buena, preciosaâ (âso good, prettyâ) he squeezes his eyes shut, tightening his grip around you.
you unravel your fingers one by one, and he groans, regaining his breath and grinning up at you, inspecting the way you lift yourself up and align his dick between your legs, pulling your panties to one side and lowering yourself. you moan out at just the sensation of it touching you, filling yourself up until every single nerve in your body feels every single vein, twitch and ridge of his length.
your chest heaves, pedri holding you steady under the pressure of his dick stretching you out completely, hitting every spot, until it finally slips through up until your cervix. âjoder.â (âfuck.â) he rasps, one hand cupping your face and brushing his thumb over your parted lips, the other squeezing your boob.
pedri admires your body leaning down to wrap your arms around his neck, your whole bare front pressed up against his. skin to skinâstomach, chests pushing against each otherâs with a shared breath, warming him and sparkling a tingle in his chest. he strokes your hair, you adjusting to his size in you.
itâs sweet, melting into him when you ride, burying him deeper and deeper inside you. instinctively, his lips spread kisses on your temple, awfully cute in the way he holds your head close to his while your hips snap erotically against his. every single plough down of your ass, hitting a new angle on your g-spot, his palm gripped around your ass to amplify the force. he melodies your name into the crook of your neck, biting back a loud moan, his face is so flushed you can feel the heat on your skin. âeso esâ (âthatâs itâ) he chokes, mouth open and hot breath tickling your ear.
âpedro estĂ tan bienâ (âpedro itâs so goodâ) whimpering out you clench tightly around his dick, thighs burning and lungs closing in exhaustion and your own speeding pulse felt by pedri.
your vision hazes, whining out his name the further your orgasm builds, in the depths of your stomach right where his tip presses into your cervix, a mix of pain and pleasure the more you roll your hips.
âdeja que me metaâ (âlet me put in some workâ) he huffs, taking you by your sides with a hitching breath and holding you centre so he can buck his hips upwards. every single cardio workout heâs done leading up to this moment where he jerks up into you, desperately. so animalistically all you can do is squirm above him, holding tightly onto his forearms while a sob is rutted out of you with every movement.
you canât even warn him when you climax, crying out his name, the vibrations of your words alone on his skin nearly sending him over the edge, going limp in his hold. âsigue aguantando cariñoâ (âhang on, cariñoâ) pedri begs, quivering as he speeds up for the last few moments before lifting you off him completely, come spewing onto his abdomen in a disorderly fashion. he mewls out a string of wordsâyour name, swear words, your name again, âte amoâ and another swear word. his eyes are squeezed shut and you lean over to kiss his wet lips.
your body falls to his side, and he immediately embraces it, holding you close to him and turning his head to peck your cheek. thereâs a light sheen of sweat covering the both of you, and his hand reaches to shirt that had landed crumpled beside the bed, using it to pat your forehead of moisture, his own, your thighs and finally the remains of his release from his abs.
âgroseroâ (âgrossâ) you laugh, and he huffs.
âsoy yo el grosero?â (âim gross?â) he chuckles, tossing the shirt back to wear it came from, pulling you closer to him. ây aquĂ estĂĄbais rogando estar cerca de mĂâ (âand here you were begging to be close to meâ).
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angelâs (me) note: who could be psychotic enough to start a whole new side blog to write pedri smuts????..(me. its me. i did that.)
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