"Never forget you're mine" with pedri and gavi please 🫣, completely up to you who says it 🙏🏻🙏🏻
Thank you for being my first request, friend! I hope you enjoy. 🍃
“You’re cheating on me again.”
“I said, you’re cheating on me again.”
“Oh?” Pedri doesn’t turn from the stove. “With whom this time?”
“Ah. Yeah.” Pedri flips the eggs and kills the heat before walking away. His eggs are already on a plate. Perfectly sunny-side up. It’s Gavi who’s the freak: runny yolks make him squeamish. “We talked after the celebration. Didn’t they- there it is.”
Gavi shows him his phone: a sneaky picture of him and the stylish pop star standing close and talking. The way most people do. But Pedri is not just a person anymore: Golden Boy, European Champion, world’s best midfielder. It’s too bad most of the world can’t string together the most obvious title.
The rest of the article? 100% nonsense. He doesn’t bother reading it, choosing instead to humor the glint in Gavi’s eyes. “You caught me.”
Gavi glances down to Pedri’s mouth. “I did.” Before he can make a move, Pedri turns away. “Shouldn’t you be explaining yourself?”
“I’m too busy making your breakfast.” Pedri slides three eggs onto a plate and cranks the black pepper exactly twice. He can hear the creak of Gavi’s chair, and yet, he busies himself: berries, a thick piece of bread, and half of an avocado that mirrors the other sitting on Pedri’s plate.
What finally gets Pedri’s attention is Gavi's arms around his waist and his mouth at his ear.
“We should stop the rumors.”
“Oh? And how should we do that?”
“I’m thinking we win the Champions League-”
“And when the final whistle blows, I run off the bench-”
Pedri snorts. “You? On the bench? That’s how I know this is some sick fantasy.”
“Shut up, I’m painting a picture.”
“The final whistle blows,” Gavi repeats, voice dropping when he sees that Pedri’s done arranging his plate. “And I find you.”
Pedri finally turns around, his back against the countertop. “Like you always do.”
“And I tackle you to the ground-”
“And kiss you while the confetti comes down.”
Pedri gives him a chaste kiss on his mouth. “Like that?”
“More like this.” Gavi’s kiss is slow, just like the honey that Pedri poured into his tea and twice as sweet. At first, that is. Gavi can only control himself for so long before he’s asking for more. Tongue beckoning Pedri’s to come and dance, hands searching far and wide.
A soft moan spills from Pedri’s mouth. “That works too.” Gavi smirks before he leans back in, but Pedri stops him. “Hey.”
“Oh, I know,” Gavi growls before hotly kissing Pedri’s neck. “I just want to make sure you don’t forget.”
“Forget?” Pedri gasps as Gavi trails upwards. Funny. His shirt’s moving upwards too.
“That you never forget you’re mine.” Gavi tosses Pedri’s shirt to the other end of the kitchen. “Now, I think it’s time to eat.”
