summary: pedri was mad and you couldn't get him to stop arguing; so you did something that left him speechless. or when you flash your boyfriend to shut him up. [requested.]
warnings! : arguments, jealousy, slight possessive!pedri. SMUT: grinding, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected, rough wall sex. [it’s messy ngl, but it ends on a sweet note.]
wc: 1.8K
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"You're being childish."
Pedri scoffed and shook his head, focusing his attention on the road. "I'm not."
"He’s just a friend, baby, you have no reason to be acting like this."
Your calm behavior only seemed to tick him off even further. Admittedly, your friend Daniel had always been a flirt but you never followed his game, that was the dynamic of your friendship, it was never meant to turn into anything more. The thing is... Pedri didn't quite understand that, he immediately saw red.
"I know what I saw, Y/N. He was looking at you like he wanted you all to himself."
You sighed heavily, about to repeat yourself for the third time in under ten minutes. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that. Daniel is just being friendly."
"Friendly? He was practically drooling over you," Pedri retorted with another scoff.
"He's not," you said firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. "and even if he was, it wouldn't matter. I don't want him. I'm with you, remember?"
Pedri's eyes flicked to you for a second before returning to the road. "I just don't like the way he looks at you, or the way he talks to you."
"Well, if my word doesn't mean anything to you then you're just going to have to get over it." you replied, your voice laced with annoyance. You exited the car in hopes of escaping the argument, but the attempt was futile as your boyfriend followed you suit.
"Get over it?"
"Ugh, can we please just drop it?" you sighed, growing frustrated with the constant argument.
You opened the door of your house and walked in, hearing the echo of Pedri's hurried steps following you down the hallway, he clearly wasn't done with the issue and you had no clue of what to do.
Pedri shook his head, "No, I'm not gonna drop it. He needs to know—"
Whatever Pedri was about to say got lost in the midst of lustful thoughts that took over him as soon as you suddenly lifted your shirt, revealing your bare chest at him.
He was speechless, his eyes moving from yours to your tits, your lips and back to your tits, his lips parted as he breathed heavier.
Since that seemed to be enough to shut him up, you were about to pull down your shirt only to be stopped by your boyfriend, who quickly took a hold of your shirt's hem and pushed it over your head, taking it off, moving close enough to have you trapped between his body and the wall.
No words were needed, his lips found yours in an instant, kissing you with desperation and lust combined in a perfectly messy kiss. One of your hands positioned on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.
Your hands met his shoulders as his lips moved down your neck with a very specific direction, to your chest, his hand slipped between your body and the wall, making you arch your back just about enough for him to be able to lean down and capture one of your nipples on his mouth, his teeth grazing over before he swirled his tongue around it.
Your fingers got tangled in his short hair, your back arching even further by mere instinct, seeking out pleasure. His other hand moved to your other breast, fondling it and twisting the nipple subtly between his thumb and index finger. You tried to keep a hold of yourself, but as soon as he twirled his tongue around your nipple and sucked, while his hand pinched your other nipple, you lost all sense of decency by letting out a moan.
"Pedri, please." you begged, though you didn't know what you were begging for exactly.
He sorted that out as he slipped his hands under your skirt, pulling your underwear down slightly and signalling what he wanted you to do, which you did, taking off your underwear as he kissed you.
Trying to follow the thread of pleasure, your hips started to move against him, seeking friction by grinding against him, he noticed how desperate you were, so he slipped a leg between yours, offering you his thigh to get off.
Noticing you were picking up pace, he felt like he needed to change the dynamic to become more present on your pleasure, to claim it, so he took a hold your wrists, pinning them against the wall.
His other hand moved down, between your legs, and sneaked in between your legs entirely, his fingers making immediate contact with your wetness, fingers getting wet on your arousal.
"You're a fucking mess," he said with a condescending tone, smirking to the side. "And all that for me, cariño?”
"All for you." you praised senselessly, too lost in the pleasure to know what else to say and hoping it would be enough for him to use his fingers on you.
And it worked, your praise did its thing, for he soon slipped two long and slender fingers inside you, quickly picking up a pace that had you moaning his name again and again, a chant he loved.
Your body squirmed in pleasure, and as his hand was keeping yours pinned against the wall, you couldn't touch him or do anything but take the pleasure he was giving you, you were at his mercy and he could do anything to you.
His lips pressed back against yours, capturing every single moan and sound with his lips, his tongue slipped back home just as his body pressed closer to you in attempt to grind.
His fingers kept their relentless pace, only now they'd began to curl on the perfect spot, making your hips jerk up with the purpose of fucking yourself deeper with his fingers.
Your orgasm was close and both knew it, his fingers accelerated and your hips ground harder, chasing your pleasure until you found it and a wave of warmness and relief invaded you, a moan of 'fuck' leaving your lips in an almost pornographic manner.
He'd never been harder in his entire life. He barely gave you time to recover before he pulled down his pants, his cock springing out and slapping against his abs.
His hand wrapped around his length as he began to stroke his dick, you kept your eyes on it, seeing how he aligned himself with your entrance, his tip teasing your clit by pressing against it and dragging down.
"Look at me," he demanded, but you were too entranced on the sight of his dick teasing your entrance. "Amor, look at me."
His tone had been sever, so you forced yourself to look up at him, directly to his eyes, and just as you did, he thrusted up, his cock entering you so slow you could feel every single detail, every vein, every curve.
He smirked mischievously when your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your walls immediately clenching around him, already feeling pleasure with him slipping in.
"Fuck, you feel so good." he moaned out, completely lost in the pleasure.
And so, with a nod of consent of your behalf, your boyfriend let loose.
He began fucking you with a merciless pace, his hips snapping against yours deep and hard and fast, his tip kissing against your gspot with every single thrust of his hips.
"Let me touch you, please," you managed to say in between moans, speaking as clearly as you could. "Please."
"You think you deserve it?" he asked, emphasizing every word with a thrust.
What were you supposed to say? You chose to remain quiet, instead you arched your back and pressed your breasts against him, clenching your walls around his dick.
He had limited restraint, and to be fair, he was longing to feel your hands on his body again.
Instantly your hands went to his shirt, pulling it off his body and kissing his chest messily in gratefulness. Now with your hands on him, his pace picked up, and for the first time since you'd started, you wrapped your arms around his body, bodies melting into each other as he kept fucking you like a man possessed.
You'd never been fucked so good in your entire life.
His lips went back to yours and a hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and circling it fast, helping you get closer and closer to cumming.
And you did, you moaned into his lips as your hips jerked against his, walls spasming as he kept his relentless pace, fucking you through the feeling.
“Remember only I know your body so well, only I can fuck you like this.” he mumbled in your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his pace remained.
He followed suit, his thrusts erratic, hips stuttering as he released into you, warmness filling you with ropes of white liquid.
Your body felt limp, and if it weren't for his arms holding you, you would've fallen to the floor. He pressed his forehead against your shoulder as he regained his breath, still buried inside you, kissing your cheek.
He slipped out of you and with his aid you made it to the master bathroom— Pedri silently turned on the shower, preparing the shower for both.
"Are you good?" he eventually mumbled, walking back to you, since you'd been standing by the door.
"More than good." you chuckled out, with a soft smile, reaching out to him, your hand caressing his cheek.
Pedri chuckled, but you could see that some of the tension from the argument was still present, his face troubled and a little pout on his lip.
"I'll tell him to back off, I'll even put some distance between Daniel and I if that's what you want." you agreed, taking Pedri's hand in yours.
"No mi vida, don't get me wrong, I don't want you to lose your friend," He shook his head as he took your hand in between his and pressed a kiss. “that's not what I meant."
"Then I don't get it—" you admitted honestly, lost as to what he wanted.
"I want him to get it through that thick head of his that you're not single anymore, you haven't been for a year now," Pedri assured you, his eyes looking deeply into yours as his hand found home on your cheek, "you're with me and he should stop flirting with you to try to get into your pants, because that's never going to happen while I'm here, and I want to inform you, señorita, that I intend to spend the rest of my life with you."
Your heart melted with his words, and you felt partly sorry for failing to acknowledge his reasons earlier, to be fair he had every right to get jealous.
"I love you." you admitted honestly, kissing the palm of the hand he had on your cheek.
"And I love you, always."
"I'm sorry for the argument," you apologized earnestly. "I get what you mean, I never realized I was stringing him along, or that he was being serious with all that flirting."
"Me too, but at least we're on the same page now, mi vida," he admitted with a shrug. "now, let's take a shower, yeah? And then we can cuddle all night long if you want."
You nodded and both made it to the shower, where you proceeded to take a well deserved shower with your boyfriend, filled with caresses, loving kisses and laughs.
A/N: This was written based on Shakira’s acrostico and the adorable clip of Pedri with the little girl at the Liga celebration in Camp Nou. Anything in italics is flash backs. Enjoy :)
If someone has the gif of Pedri with the little girl can you send it to me to add it onto here please?!?
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gif borrowed from @pedripics
You heard Pedri shut the door to your bedroom in rage as you stood in the kitchen. Your heart was beating fast and with the silence around you, you were sure if anyone else had been there they would have been able to hear it. The last few weeks between the two of you hadn’t been very smooth. One argument after another, he had spent more time traveling with the team than at home, and that didn’t help either.
You took a few seconds to calm yourself down before walking over to the bedroom and talking to him. You had planned a nice dinner where you were going to give him the news. It had been eating you up for days and you had finally made your mind. You weren’t sure you were ready but you knew that together you and Pedri would be able to get through it together.
Unfortunately, Pedri didn’t come home on time. You called and sent him messages but they all went unanswered. Towards the end of the night your calls ended up going directly to voicemail. When he walked into the home you were sitting at the kitchen table. You looked up at him. “Hey.” He said as he put his keys down. You scoffed looking at the cold food that had waited alongside you for him.
-Ni de coña, hey, that’s all you have to say?- You raised your voice. It was almost as if this missed dinner had been the final straw for you.
-What do you want me to say?- He responded as he banged on the kitchen table with his fists startling you.
-Where were you?-
-Around.- He said coldly shutting down your questioning.
-I called and messaged you…- He cut you off.
-I know and I had to turn my phone off because you didn’t let me enjoy myself.- He stared into your eyes as he said this. Not a single bit of remorse in his eyes. You bit your inner lip as you tried to hold your composure. You felt your throat choke with sadness and emptiness. This wasn’t the man you had fallen in love with.
He turned around and began to walk away from where you were sitting.
-We were supposed to have dinner together and I was going to…- He interrupted you again as he stopped walking.
-And you were supposed to what? Seguir jodiendo? I can’t ever do anything because you want to know where I am, who I’m with. The day I cheat on you, you won’t even know it.-
-What’s what supposed to mean? That you’re already planning it?- You asked holding back tears.
He brushed his hands through his hair as he turned around to look at you frustrated. -This is so broken, why do we keep on doing this?- He said as he walked towards the hallway and into the bedroom.
-Que quieres?- He said as you opened the door to the bedroom.
-I think we should talk.-
-I don’t want to talk. I come home after days of being away and we can’t even last a few minutes before we start to argue.-
You rolled your eyes, standing silent for a few seconds. You tried to eat your ego up and not say anything. This wasn’t the right time. But of course you couldn’t.
-Why do you act like it’s always my fault?
He turned over to look at you. -Because maybe it is. It’s always Pedri why are you doing this. Pedri why didn’t you call.-
You interrupted him. -If something is broken, you try to fix it, you don’t throw it away. But if that’s how you feel, then I’m not sure why we’re even together.- you spat back after taking a deep breath trying to mask your need to cry.
-I honestly don’t know either.- He responded, immediately regretting the words.
But he was too proud to admit it to you. He sat on the bed scrolling through his phone while you packed your luggage. You rummaged through your clothes and packed a few of your things. You threw your clothes into the luggage as you tried your best to hold in your tears. You felt a knot in your throat as you wiped the tears forming in your eyes.
You grabbed the last shirt when you heard something fall to the ground. You picked up the positive pregnancy test you were going to give to him tonight. You bit your bottom lip trying not to cry as you held the test close to you.
I’m sorry. You whispered as you rubbed your stomach. But he will be better off without us.
You didn’t dare look at him when you walked out of the closet. He looked up from his phone. -Adonde vas?- Where are you going? He asked.
You continued to walk as you pulled the luggage and threw your purse over your shoulder. -Lejos de aqui.- Far from here.
-Estas exagerando.- You’re exaggerating. He said as he stood up from the bed following you.
You felt his steps behind you. You wanted to turn around and tell him everything. Show him the love the two of you felt had formed something beautiful, a life. But you knew that wasn’t the right thing to do.
He needed his freedom and that’s what you were going to give to him. The constant arguments had gotten to be too much.
You wiped your eyes and turned around to look at him stopping him dead in his tracks in front of you. Neither of you said anything for a few seconds. You took that time to look into his beautiful chocolate brown eyes and try to memorize them forever.
-Leave if you want to, I’m not going to beg you to stay.- He said staring at you. You took a deep breathe and began to walk away.
-Adios, Pedro.-
You walked out of the house as fast as you could and got into your car. You began to drive away in silence. You felt as if something was stuck in your throat. And finally a few streets away you let yourself break down. The tears began to roll out of your eyes and you couldn’t help but scream profanities as you hit your steering wheel out of anger. As the tears continued, you felt an emptiness in your stomach. You felt anxious thinking the baby could feel all of the sadness, thinking how horrible of a mother you were already to him or her.
You felt disappointed that this new life had been formed without love. You knew perfectly when you had gotten pregnant because it had been the last time you and Pedri had been together. He had came home drunk and late again. You argued and went to sleep only to be woken up by him asking you to forgive him. You fell right back into his trap and before you knew it you were having sex. But he didn’t kiss you like he used to. His sole focus was on how he felt. His hands didn’t caress your body as they once had. Once he was done he stood up from the bed and went to sleep on the couch leaving you a crying mess in the bed. You knew better but you still wanted to fix things. You were so caught up in not trying to lose him that you failed to see you already had.
-When are you going to tell him?- Asked your mom as she walked over to your bedroom window and opened up the curtains. The light from the sun hit your eyes and you took your covers and placed them over you.
-For what?- You said from under the covers.
-It’s his child.-
You had been back home in Valencia for two weeks since leaving Pedri. You would start your studies again in Valencia and completely forget about Barcelona. Pedri had called you that night as you drove from Barcelona to Valencia. He called the next day. But three days later his calls stopped coming in.
-He gave up in three days mama, I don’t think he’s going to care.-
Your mom had been shocked when you arrived to the home after driving almost four hours. She rubbed her sleepy eyes as she opened the door and saw you stand in front of her, your eyes puffy and red while you held on to one of Pedri’s jerseys. You didn’t have to say anything, immediately throwing yourself into her arms as you nuzzled your face on her shoulder. Again breaking down as you cried in your mother’s arms.
-Esta bien, mi niña.- She reassured you as she patted your back. You felt your body fall more into her, completely vulnerable.
-No, se ha ido todo al carajo- No, everything’s gone to shit. You said as you finally let go of your mother and she closed the door behind you. You fell onto the couch still holding onto his jersey. You had grabbed it without thinking. The smell of Pedri still lingering. Your mother followed you into the living room and stood there trying to take it all in.
-Mami.- You said in between sobs, holding his jersey against your body.
-Que ha pasado, cariño?-
She asked looking down at you. She had been woken up by the knocks on the front door somewhat frustrated but all of that frustration had now turned to worry as she saw you breaking in front of her. Your dad had passed two years ago, and she has given you the space you needed, even if that meant you hardly visited her. In a way she knew you were safe by the way Pedri looked at you when you were together. The way he melted at everything you did. But she hadn’t been around lately. In fact you had avoided her coming over because you were convinced that anyone who spent more than five minutes with the two of you could tell right away your relationship was breaking.
-I’m pregnant.- You looked up at her with pleading eyes. You were just twenty and sure it wasn’t the ideal situations but you didn’t need scolding, you needed her acceptance. You sat there as your own words replayed in your head. It was the first time you said it out loud. In a matter of seconds it felt more real. Your mother embraced you in a hug as the two of you cried. In that moment she didn’t understand the situation but she didn’t want to push you. She knew better with you.
Eventually you had told her most of what had happened. She encouraged you to tell him, telling you he had a right to know.
-What for? So we can get back together and be miserable for the rest of our lives with each other?-
Your mom shook her head knowing you had gotten your stubbornness from your father. -You don’t have to get back with him. Just let him know.-
-You know how he is. He will feel responsible and feel like he has to be with me. I don’t want him to be with me out of pity.-
Despite not agreeing with you she knew it wasn’t her place. She kept her mouth quiet and offered you support.
As the weeks went by you began to see news about Pedri out with people. A few models, some influencers. He looked happy. Meanwhile your belly began to grow. Your mom helped you with massages at night after long days. Some nights you cried yourself to sleep as you felt your life crumble down. You had no idea how you were going to take care of yourself, let alone your baby.
You sat in your car, crying, outside of the clinic when they told you the gender of the baby.
You closed your eyes and remembered how excited Pedri would get when the two of you spoke about your future children.
-Maybe two or three.- He said as the two of you laid on his bed. He laid on his stomach as you faced the ceiling. One of his arms draped around your body as one of your hands played with his hair.
-At least two. I always wished I had a sibling.- You said as an only child.
-What would we name them?- He asked as the two of you laid there. -I don’t know.- You said with a smile on your face.
-If it’s a girl, Rosie como mi madre.- Like my mother. He said. You laughed. -Vale, but if it’s a boy then Sergio como mi padre.- like my father. He smiled and agreed.
A few weeks later you found yourself in Barcelona picking up paperwork from school. Before heading back home you stopped by a small convenience store to pick up some snacks for the train. As you turned a corner you felt your body smash against somebody else causing you to drop everything in your hands.
-I’m sorry.- Said the voice above you as you leaned down trying to grab everything from the floor. You weren’t as agile as you used to be and found it difficult to get up from the floor.
-Joder, help me get up. I need a little help here.- You said as you looked up and your eyes met with Gavi’s.
-Y/N.- He said with eyes wide open and a startled look on his face, his eyes on your pregnant belly.
-Pablo.- You responded as you let go of his hand and grabbed the snacks against your body.
-You. You’re pregnant.- He said pointing towards your belly.
-Si.- You responded quickly hoping he didn’t ask any more questions.
-Is it, is it Pedri’s?- He asked timidly. You rolled your eyes.
-No Pablo. I’ve met someone else.-
He accepted your response. -Take care.- He said as he began to take a step away from you, only stopping when he heard you call out his name.
-Pablo, please don’t tell him.-
He looked at you with pleading eyes. -But he’s my best friend.-
-It’s not his, it doesn’t matter.- You said holding on to your stomach.
-I just don’t understand.- He said. -You leave and meet someone else and get pregnant? It hasn’t even been a year and you’re about to have this baby. He loved you.-
-You’re right, he loved me. But he didn’t love me anymore when I left, Pablo.-
-No, joder you should see him. He didn’t take it well. He’s not the same anymore, he still...-
You interrupted him. -He still what, Pablo? He still loves me? I’ve seen the pictures. He didn’t look too sad holding all of those girls’ hands.-
Gavi shook his head. -Promise me it’s not his. He would never forgive me if I knew and didn’t tell him.-
You shook your head. -It’s not his, Gavi. Don’t tell him, it will break him.-
Gavi agreed and left the store.
You went into labor a few weeks later, luckily knowing Gavi had kept his promise because Pedri had not tried to contact you.
Your mom rushed around the apartment as she grabbed all of your stuff and the two of you walked towards the car. Once at the hospital everything seemed like a blur. The nurse pushed you through the hallways as your mother joined behind. You felt a hole in the pit of your stomach as you saw other couples around. Despite the pain of being in labor it hurt you more to think about what Pedri would have been doing if he was by your side. Would he have been frantic and anxious, yelling at all of the cars who got in his way as he drove you to the hospital. Having to run back to the car because he forgot your bag. Or would he have been calm, eager for the arrival of your baby and given you the strength you needed in this moment.
Tears began to fall down your eyes because you knew it was nonsense. It didn’t matter what he would have been like because he wasn’t there. You were alone.
You felt yourself lose your last breath as you pushed one more time. Your mother held on to your hand as you heard the cry. Your body fell backwards onto the bed as you realized your job was done. You tried to catch your breathe as you laid against the pillow. A second layer they placed Rosie on your bare chest. You looked down at her and smiled, quickly counting all of her toes and fingers. Everything stood still. The noise went away, it was just you and her. She looked up at you and your felt tears come falling down your face when you realized she had his beautiful brown eyes.
Eventually the nurses and doctor left, your mother excused herself to give you time and you sat there with her in your arms. You continued to cry as your heart had never felt this type of love. You were sure your love for her would never end. As she looked up at you, you promised her she would never see you this fragile again. You were going to be strong for her.
You were able to return to your uni classes while your mother helped you take care of Rosie. It wasn’t ideal but you made it work. You stayed up all night doing your class work while she slept, and went to class and worked a job while your mother helped you with her. Sometimes you were able to bring her along.
Having Rosie made you stronger but also broke you in a way. She reminded you of her father every day. From the way she scrunched up her nose and pouted her lips to her eyebrows and light brown eyes. She had came into your life when you unexpectedly needed her the most but would always remind you of what you lost.
One day when Rosie was just a few months old and learning how to crawl you came home to her holding a picture of Pedri in her hands.
Rosie sat in the middle of the living room with the picture, a picture you had taken of him in his Barça uniform after a match.
-Que es esto?- What is this? You asked your mother as you took the picture away from Rosie. She immediately began to cry. Your mother shrugged her shoulders, -La niña la encontro, es su padre, blood calls.- She found it, it’s her father, blood calls.
You rolled your eyes as Rosie continued to cry only calming down once you handed her back the picture. You figured she would let it go when she fell asleep and you could get rid of it. But Rosie had other plans, she clinched on to it as she fell asleep. Her little fingers holding onto the picture of Pedri tightly.
Rosie didn’t let go of the picture. Not that night or the day following. She would place it down to eat or showers but she always looked for it. You tried putting it away once and eventually caved in and gave it back to her so she would stop crying.
One day as your mother, you and Rosie were sitting at the dinner table she began to look for the picture.
-Pa … pa … pa.- said Rosie as she reached for the worned out picture in front of her.
-What is she saying?- You looked over at your mother who took a sip of her drink trying to avoid your question. Her eyes on the plate in front of her.
-Mama!- You spoke up again. She looked over at you.
-Es su padre. You can’t even deny it, she looks like him.-
Unbeknownst to you, your mother had talked to Rosie about Pedri.
Rosie had the picture in her hands. Your mother looked down at her and smiled. She walked over to Rosie and picked her up placing her on her lap. Rosie looked at her and smiled as she took the picture out of her hand.
-I thought your mother was going to kill me when she saw you with this picture.- Rosie looked at her grandma with wide opened eyes.
-Este es tu papa.- Thus is your father. Rosie had just started to make small sounds and was working on saying mama but as soon as she heard your mother say those words Rosie’s eyes lit up. -Papa.- cooed the little girl.
Your mom smiled as she held on to the little girl who was a perfect combination of you and Pedri. Her eyes identical to his and her curly brown her just like yours.
-He loved your mom a lot and I’m sure he will love you as soon as he meets you.- She told Rosie. Your mom proceeded to tell Rosie the story of how you and Pedri had met, Rosie drifting off to sleep in her grandmother’s arms holding on to the picture.
You ran across the street after your last class of the day trying to make it to the metro on time. As you stepped one foot off the curb you felt his car hit you. You landed on the floor in front of a black Maserati.
-Ostia, watch where you’re going.- You yelled. The driver got out of the car quickly and ran over to you. -I’m so sorry are you okay?- He asked as he held you by the arms trying to lift you up. Your eyes met his chocolate brown eyes and you felt like your legs were made of mush and couldn’t stand up. This effect had nothing to do with his car hitting you but by the beautiful man standing in front of you.
-I’m fine. I’ll be fine.- You said as he continued to ask for forgiveness. -I am usually very careful but there were people trying to run after my car for a picture and…-
You interrupted him. -A picture? Are you famous?-
-It’s fine, don’t worry. I won’t sue you now just because I know you have money.- You said causing him to giggle. -Look my legs are fine.- You said pointing down at your legs as you flexed each one of them. Pedri looked at you with a smile.
-But I think I did miss the metro.- You say as you grab your book from the floor and look over at your phone to check the time.
Pedri grabbed your hands trying to prevent you from walking away. -Please, let me take you to wherever you were going. It’s the least I can do.-
A few weeks later you found yourself in Barcelona with Rosie. As much as you avoided going into the city sometimes it was impossible. You ended up near the university close by to Camp Nou and remembered the nearby cafe shop you and Pedri used to visit often. He would stop there every morning before practice for a quick shake and sometimes on his way home to buy you a cake pop, your favorite in the city. Rosie had been a trooper all day from the train ride from Valencia to Barcelona to going around running errands. She deserved a treat.
You walked into the coffee shop holding Rosie on your waist. The line was a little long and you hoped she wouldn’t get fuzzy. A few seconds in you felt someone’s steps get closer and Rosie began to giggle. You smiled because Rosie was always giggling with strangers. You knew it could be a problem as she became mobile but for the time being sometimes you appreciated it because it kept her busy. A few customers paid and the line moved as you continued to wait.
You felt as Rosie began to pull away from you. -Pa pa pa.- You heard her say. You had left the picture in the backpack and had managed to make her forget about it, at least for the day. You knew she would eventually ask for it and the time was now.
-Rosie, you will have to wait for the picture…-
As you turned around you saw him. He was smiling at Rosie. His hand put up in a high five waiting for her to connect it with hers.
Pedri stood there in front of you and his daughter. His face dropped as soon as your eyes met. Your skin tone changed, pale, as if you had seen a ghost.
-Rosie?- He furrowed his brows and looked at you. -Y/N?-
You stood there in front of him and felt heat go through your body starting with your legs. Your heartbeat accelerated as you looked at him and wished the floor would open and eat you up in that moment.
-Pedri.- Was all you managed to say. Rosie continued to pull herself away from you and towards Pedri. He looked at her, you could tell his mind was spinning. The way he looked at every detail of her. He knew within an instant she was his. He felt as if a cold dagger had been pushed through his heart.
-Gavi told me.- He said. His jaw clenched. -That you met someone. That you were expecting a baby with him. No jodas Y/N, es mi hija.- Don’t fuck with me Y/N, she’s my daughter.
You felt yourself choke up. Your eyes filling up with tears as Rosie looked at you. She immediately sensed that you were not okay and leaned in to rest her head on your chest.
Pedri looked at her with endearing eyes. A small smile peeking through his frustrated expression.
-Let’s not do that here.- You said as you looked around the cafe. People had noticed the two of you were in somewhat of an argument. Pedri cleared his throat.
-Then where?-
-Pedri, please.- You pled, this time unable to hold in the tears. Rosie looked up at you and with her little fingers traced down the wet path that the tears left on your face, in an attempt to wipe them away.
The three of you walked towards Pedri’s car in silence. You sat in the back with Rosie on your lap since you didn’t have a car seat and held on to her. Minutes later you pulled up to Pedri’s house. He opened the door to the dark home and turned on the lights.
You choked up as you looked around. Many of the decorations you had brought in still stood. You wondered how many more had came through these hallways and rooms without realizing bits and pieces of you still remained.
You found yourself standing in front of Pedri at the kitchen table. The same way you had the night you left, this time with Rosie in your arms.
-Why?- Was the only thing that came out of Pedri’s mouth as he looked at you.
-Pedri, she’s-
He interrupted you. -Ni de coña do you try to tell me she’s not mine. Her eyes. Rosie, that’s what you and I had said we would name our daughter.-
-You are better off without us.- You spat back. -You hated that I wanted to know where you were or with who. I gave you the freedom that you wanted. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to be with me for her.-
He had kept his eyes on the table, finally looking up at you.
-You made that choice for me. I didn’t ask you to.-
-You didn’t have to. You were miserable with me. Why would having a child change any of that?-
-Don’t act like you knew how I felt.- He raised his voice at you causing Rosie to begin to cry.
You looked over at your baby who you had promised to protect and defend and here you were back with the one person you wanted her to stay away from.
-This was a mistake.- You said as you grabbed your bag and began to walk towards the front door.
-If you leave right now, I’ll make your life hell. I will take her.- You heard Pedri say in a quiet manner behind you.
You turned around with a look of disgust on your face. -Don’t threaten me with taking my daughter away.-
-You’re about to walk out again. You already took her from me once. Si, yo fui un cabron, but you kept her from me. I’ve lost time with her.- Yes, I was as n asshole, but you kept her from me.
-What do you want, Pedri?- You asked annoyed as he took a few steps closer to you. The scowl on his face softened. For the first time in the whole night you look at his face, the details, realizing all of the moles you counted hundreds of times and the small scars were still there.
-Let me hold her.- He asked somewhat shyly. You looked over at Rosie who had stopped crying and was now smiling at Pedri. Pedri looked at her with endearing eyes. His heart was racing and felt like it was going to bust out of his chest any second.
It took everything in you to not turn around and run away. You held Rosie close to you for a few more seconds before handing her over to him. His chest fell in relief as soon as she was in his arms. He held her tight and Rosie rested her head on his chest. Pedri almost melted at her touch. Tears formed in his eyes, eventually beginning to fall down his face.
Pedri stood there holding her tightly against his body. His eyes were on her as he took in every detail of her.
You stood in front of the two and your heart felt like it was going to explode. Seeing Rosie in his arms was something you didn’t think would happen. Now that they were together their similarities were even more pronounced.
-She has your eyes.- You manage to say quietly. Pedri looked up at you and smiled. -And your dimples.-
-Well what is she like?- He asked minutes later as the three of you sat on the couch. Rosie still quietly sitting in Pedri’s embrace.
-She doesn’t take no for an answer. She loves music and …-
-And what?- He asked.
-And watching you play. I put on the Barça matches for her and she sits through them all.-
Pedri smiled. -Do you talk to her about me?-
You shook your head and looked at him. You had never seen him this defeated. He looked at peace with her in his arms but his expression showed the loss he was grieving at the moment. Over a year of Rosie’s life, the pregnancy, her birth.
-My mother does, she thinks I don’t know but I do.-
The two of you remained silent for a few minutes. Pedri continued to look at Rosie while he gently caressed her little hand.
-You know, if you had told me you were pregnant I would have asked you to stay.- He said.
You didn’t look at him, instead focused your eyes on your hands. -You should have asked me to stay regardless. You should have shown me we were worth trying to fix, worth fighting for.-
-We were. Joder, we are.-
You shook your head as you began to choke up.
-Not anymore Pedri. You can see her. You can spend time with her. But please, don’t make us go through this again.-
Pedri looked up at you as he continued to hold on to Rosie. The way he had his arms around her body, in a gentle yet fierce way. Like he was never going to let her go now that he knew her.
-You’re right. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive you for keeping her away from me. For making me feel like shit for letting you go thinking you had found someone else. Because at least you had her and I had no one.-
summary: it wasn’t often when pedri and you got to spend a lazy morning in bed, so both just make the best out of it.
warnings: none?? pedri’s really sweet & it makes you want him bad. | SMUT: fingering, handjob?, morning, slow, sleepy sex, unprotected sex, praising
wc: 1.3K
requests are open! my masterlist
You two had fallen asleep cuddling after a movie marathon, and you didn't want to move an inch from his embrace— instead, you snuggled closer, smiling as you felt the warmth of his body against your own.
Pedri seemed to be half awake, he wrapped his arm around your body, pulling you even closer to himself, the shirt you were wearing riding up your body.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," you mumbled at him, turning your head to kiss his cheek. "did you sleep well?"
"Sí, I always sleep well when you're with me, mi amor," he said with a husky, soft voice, lifting his head from the pillow to peck your lips. "how did you sleep?"
"Perfectly," you said and giggled softly. "thanks to your snoring."
"At least I'm not the one who talks in her sleep." he mumbled with a raspy voice and a chuckle.
"Guilty as charged," you admitted, looking at him over your shoulder. "But at least I don't hog the blankets like you do."
"That's because you always steal them in the middle of the night." he defended himself while the tips of his fingers slowly caressed your warm skin under the blankets.
"Hey, I need them to keep warm." now it was your time to justify yourself, while you turned your body around so you could face him.
Pedri smiled wider and wrapped his arms around your body, completely embracing you. "I'll keep you warm, don't worry."
"You always do," you mumbled over his lips, taking a second to admire his beautiful features, his brown eyes, blushed cheeks and pink lips. "and I love you for that."
"I love you too, corazón." he replied, his lips caressing yours ever so softly.
Your lips found his in a slow, passionate borderline messy kiss, as your hand tangled in his hair, bringing him closer to you.
His hand slowly began to move down your bare back under his shirt, fingers trailing over the curve of your ass. At the feeling you gasped softly, feeling a jolt of arousal shoot through your body, instinctively seeking more, you arched your back, pressing your body more firmly against Pedri's.
Pedri took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, as he bit your lower lip lightly, slipping his tongue into your mouth in the process, you couldn't help the moan that erupted from your lips, your hands now fisting in his hair.
Still lost in the kiss, you opened your legs wider so he could fit his body between them, Pedri lazily and slowly moved his body over yours, fitting perfectly between your legs, as one of his hands caressed its way up your thigh.
He groaned in your mouth when the tips of his fingers made contact with the soft skin of your hip, only now remembering that you weren't wearing underwear, or anything else beside his shirt.
While one of your hands was still in his messy morning hair, the other one had been slowly caressing the skin of his chest, slowly trailing down to his abs with a goal in mind, his boxers.
Pedri's hand made it between your thighs, his fingers teasing your core, slowly sliding between your lips and spreading your wetness around, he was teasing you deliberately, taking his time— thumb pressed against your clit, circling softly, making you moan over his lips, which captured the sound.
Two of his fingers entered you slowly, moving in and out to stretch you delicately, making sure you felt every little detail— his lips had moved now to your neck, where he left little sloppy, wet kisses and a couple of love bites, getting lost in the lust while your body squirmed under him, moaning his name and begging for more.
While you were enjoying yourself, you wanted him to feel good too, which is why your hands continued its path down to his boxers and slipped under them, your warm fingers teasing over his hard dick, using your thumb to spread the precum over his tip— it was his turn them to moan over your lips, praising you in his mother tongue.
Slowly you felt yourself reaching your peak, your walls clenching around his fingers as his pace picked up and his thumb pressed harder against your clit, all while Pedri let out groans and raspy moans of your name, as his hips lazily moved against your hand, fucking it.
Until suddenly, Pedri removed his hand from between your legs and pulled his body back, making it hard for you to keep pumping.
"What's wrong?" you asked with heavy breaths, your lips pressing tiny kisses to his jaw and neck.
"I need to be inside you," he explained, removing his boxers completely and getting them out of the way. "I want you to cum around my dick, mi vida."
Eager to feel him, you opened your legs wider for him, his body now caging you against the bed, one of his hands caressing your hair slowly, and with the other one he slowly guided his dick, sliding it over your clit just to tease you before slowly entering you, the pace allowed you to feel every little detail about him, and it had you putty in his hands as you arched your back from the bed.
"Joder, you feel so fucking good," Pedri moaned in your ear, slowly rocking his hips against yours, bottoming out every single time and going so deep that his hip bone touched yours with every thrust.
"Fuck, baby, I—"
"I know, princesa, I know," Pedri groaned, mantaining the same slow, maddening place as his lips messily kissed your neck and chest.
"Right there," you begged, moving your hips to your own accord and making sure they matched his pace, so this way the tip of his dick could nudge your sweet point with every thrust. "please, baby."
"Here?" he questioned with a smirk, thrusting harder this time as his dick angled to it a perfect spot inside you, that had you softly scratching his back as you threw your head back to the pillows. "Oh, it's right there isn't it, princesa?"
At this point you were rambling praises mostly, his slow, lazy pace was to die for, his dick was reaching the deepest parts of you, and with every thrust you could feel yourself closer and closer, Pedri knew it too, since he could feel you clenching harder and harder, plus, your legs has started to tremble.
Still keeping that slow rock of his hips, Pedri sneaked his hand between your bodies, his fingers starting to circle your clit, making your hips stutter and raise from the bed as he kept on fucking you.
"That's it," he praised you once he felt you clenching around him, your face contorted in ecstasy as he kissed and nibbled on your neck. "cum for me, mi cielo."
And you did, with a louder moan you finished around him, Pedri kept talking you through it as he moved his hips, not only prolonging your pleasure but also chasing his own.
It wasn't too long before Pedri found his release as well, his warmth feeling you as his body almost fell on top of yours, if it wasn't for the arm he used to keep his body up.
Sleepiness was taking over your body, and having noticed that, Pedri stood up from the bed and walked to the bathroom, quickly wetting a towel to clean both up— he approached you and delicately cleaned your thighs and his own before throwing the towel back to the bathoom and going back to bed.
He slipped under the covers next to you, and pulled your body on top of his, kissing your forehead as you sighed deeply into his chest, your arms loosely around him.
"I'm so lucky to have you," he mumbled, his voice full of affection as he repeatedly kissed the crown of your head.
You smiled up at him, feeling a warmth in your chest that you'd learned to recognize as your love and adoration for Pedri.
"I'm the lucky one," you said, snuggling closer to Pedri once again and pressing a loving kiss to his chest.
And just like that, you two fell asleep in each other's arms, the morning sun still shining down on both. It was a perfect moment, one both of you would remember for a long time to come.
Hiii Mila I have a pedri imagine request…idk if you e seen those like couples quiz each other videos on YouTube (I know Kylie Jenner & Travis Scott did one) but can you do one where they’re quizzing pedri & the reader & one of the questions is what his pregame ritual is & it’s that he has to have sex before each match but they’re both too shy to answer until gavi exposes them & tells the story of how pedri once came with red scratches on his back
A/N: thank you for this request, I think it’s really cute. Hope you like it.
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You were waiting for Pedri to pick you up. You were supposed to shoot a video for GQ today with him. You heard a knock on the door, it was him. You opened the door and he stood there. -Ready?- he asked. You nodded and gave him a kiss trying to pull him into your apartment.
-Do we absolutely have to leave right now?- you ask him. He smiles into the kiss. -Gavi’s waiting for us in the car and you know we can’t leave kids in the car by themselves for long.- you laughed. -Fine.-
You stepped into Pedri’s car and sat next to him, Gavi in the backseat. -Hola guapa.- he said. You smiled at him. -Hola Pablito, how was practice?- He looked over at Pedri. -It was fine except your boyfriend took it too far and hit me on the face with the ball.- Pedri began to laugh. -It was an accident Gavi, I already told you.-
The rest of the drive was full of complaining from Gavi and laughing from all three of you. When you arrived to the interview they were confused Gavi was with the two of you.
-Pedri, Y/N… we are filming the couple’s quiz today and you brought Gavi, are you guys trying to tell us something?- asked the interviewer. You looked over at Gavi and shook your head. -No, no.- Pedri chimed in. -We got out of practice late and I didn’t have time to drop him off at home.-
Gavi smiled. -I’m just a spectator today. Although I am always with them so I could probably answer all of these questions for them.- you smacked him on the chest. -Pablito how about you just sit back and keep your mouth shut?- He walked backwards and sat down on a chair behind the camera.
-You can tell me if they’re lying.- said the interviewer to Gavi. You and Pedri just laughed and sat down.
They started to record and you two sat there smiling at each other. You introduced the video and began with the questions.
-We will start with an easy one, what’s my favorite color?- you looked at Pedri. He raised his shoulders. -Simple, black.- you smiled. -Correct.-
-Okay, next. What was your first match that I attended?- you began to think as well as Pedri. You heard Gavi from behind the camera. -Ooh I know it.- he said. -I remember how excited Pedri was that day because she was there.- Pedri began to laugh. -Pablo, don’t spill all my secrets.- you giggled.
Pedri took a deep breathe and began to answer. -It was against Atleti, one of the closed games. They only allowed us to invite 3 people and they all had to quarantine.- you smiled.
-I had to quarantine alone in a hotel room for four days before being allowed in.-
-I told him that’s how we knew you liked him because I wouldn’t quarantine for anyone.- added Gavi which caused you to laugh and roll your eyes.
Pedri took over some of the questions. -What’s my favorite fruit?- you laughed. -Mister Platano, I think we all know it.- everyone began to laugh as Pedri pouted. You leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. -Eres un tonto.- you said.
Pedri looked at the next card and you could see him reading it to himself. He smirked and looked up at you. -Come on Pedri, ask the question.-
He smiled and cleared his throat. -Do I have any pregame rituals?- he raised his eyebrow as he asked. -Uhm.- You said biting your lower lip. You looked at Pedri quizzingly. He laughed and put his head down. -Vamos Y/N give me your answer.-
-Well, you call me right before you go out to the tunnel before every match.- you smile at him. He nods and smiles back accepting your response.
You let out a big sigh of relief knowing you’re almost done and the one tough question is over. That is before Pedri clears his throat about to ask the next question and you hear Gavi interrupt.
-They lied.-
You turn over and shoot him a deadly look. But Gavi doesn’t care. -They have to have sex before every match or Pedri is out of it.- Pedri puts his face in his hands and begins to laugh. You can feel your cheeks turning bright red.
-You know how I found out?- Asked Gavi.
-Did you walk in on them?- Asked the interviewer. Gavi shook his head. -I’ve walked in on them but not that time.-
-Pablo!- you yell at him.
-I found out because Pedri was late to pick me up. I swore we were going to get fined that day. Luckily we didn’t. But when we were changing I noticed Pedri had red scratches on his back. Perfectly placed if you know what I mean.-
-Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.- you add. -Can we not add that to the video?-
-So it’s true?- said the interviewer.
-Of course it’s true. I can tell if they don’t do it because Pedri gets really mad out on the field and he’s a nervous wreck.-
Finally Pedri chimed in. -She calms me down. What can I say?- he smiles over at you.
-Oh and Y/N.- the interviewer added. -We won’t include that in the final video. But I’m sorry honey, all of that was filmed during the live we were recording.-
You put your face in your hands, your cheeks were burning with embarrassment.
Hey babe, can you do childhood best friends to lovers please xx
A/N: Hope you guys like it. Also some visual representation ;)
Warnings: smut
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-Hola, tonto.- You say as Pedri opens the door to his home, taking you in for a quick hug. He rests his arms around you as he takes a quick smell of your hair and that shampoo you haven’t changed since the two of you were kids.
He smiles.
-I wasn’t sure if I was going to find you here or you were still going to be stuck in that hotel.- You joked about his latest scandal. He rolled his eyes and laughed. -You saw that? I don’t know what they’re going to come up with next.-
He moved over so you could walk in as he grabbed your luggage from your hand and pulled it inside for you.
-I don’t know why you don’t say something. You always let them make up their stories.- He shrugged his shoulders.
-Do you believe it’s true?- He asked you point blank. The two of you stood at the entrance of his house. You looked up at him and smiled. -Maybe I would have believed it porque eres un cabron, if I didn’t know you spend all day watching the king’s league and sleeping. And if I didn’t almost get in trouble at work because we were playing chess all day on the phone.-
He smiled. -Well then I don’t need to come out and say anything. As long as the special people in my life know it’s not true.-
The two of you walked into his house. As luck would have it his parents and brother had flown back to canarias as you were flying to Barcelona. You had came to the city for a few days for work and Pedri had offered you his house to stay at.
Although you loved his family you were glad you and Pedri were going to be able to spend some time alone, just you and him.
The two of you had met when your family moved next door to his when you were five years old. Pedri had found you crying in your bedroom as both of your moms talked in the kitchen.
-Disculpa.- He said when you turned around and were startled by his presence.
-Who are you?- You said as you dried the tears from your face.
-I’m Pedro, your neighbor. I’m sorry, your mom sent me here to meet you.-
You didn’t say anything and just stared at him. The boy stood there awkwardly before taking a few slow steps towards you. -I know it can be difficult to move. We moved here when I was three and I missed the few friends I had made.-
You turned to him and smiled. -You don’t remember a lot when you’re three years old.- He shrugged his shoulders. -I don’t but I’m sure I was sad. But look now, I love this place.- the six year old looked at you and offered a smile which you reciprocated.
In that moment he became your best friend and the two of you were inseparable. As you got a little older he was always there to protect you and sometimes scare off possible love interests, which he would tell you were mere accident and he didn’t mean to.
You cried yourself to sleep the week before he moved to Barcelona, which was when you finally realized what he meant for you. Pedri had become more than just your best friend. You were sure you loved him but knew he was impossible specially with the adventure he was about to embark on.
Pedri opened the door to the guest room and pulled your suitcase in. -There’s a match tomorrow night, do you want to leave with me or you can take a car and get there closer to when it starts. Unless you already had plans.- He said as he stood there in front of you.
-Actually, I did have plans.- You responded. Pedri automatically pouted and combed his hands through his hair. He shrugged his shoulders. -Vale, esta bien.- Okay, it’s fine. Before he finished his sentence you began to laugh.
-He hecho planes con el novio de toda España, I’m going to go see him play at this little stadium called Camp Nou.- I’ve made plans with all of Spain’s boyfriend. He looked up at you and giggled. He put his hand over his chest. -You had broken my heart.-
You shook your head and patted him on the back as he walked out of the room. He turned around once he reached the door and smiled. -Have a good night, I’ll see you in the morning.-
The next morning the two of you made breakfast together. Pedri sat on the kitchen counter as you stood in front of the stove making some eggs. You were wearing pajama shorts and a long T shirt. His eyes drifted from his phone to your legs as he traveled his gaze all along. You turned around and cleared your throat. He finally looked up at your face and smiled with a red tint on his cheeks. He shrugged his shoulders and chuckled as you shook your head.
You sat together and ate your breakfast as you reminisced about childhood memories. Since Pedri had moved to Barcelona you had only spent time together when he managed to sneak off to the islands for holidays. You would message all of the time and often called each other. But it felt nice to finally have him in front of you.
You spent the rest of the day watching TV, planning your next few days with work. Pedri left to the stadium before you, knowing it would be easier for someone to spot you if you arrived together. -After the match it’s easier to leave unnoticed.- He explained and you agreed. The last thing you wanted was for your face to be everywhere as Pedri’s new hook up.
Pedri left one of his jerseys on your bed for you before he left.
The match was great. The team won and you were happy to be there to cheer on for Pedri.
The two of you made it back to his house laughing and talking about the match. Pedri opened the door for you as he placed his phone and keys on the nearby table.
-Who knew you were such a great player.- You joked as he rolled his eyes. -You’ve always known how to keep me humble.- He said as he took a step closer to you.
His body inadvertently catching you in between him and the table behind you. You moved your hands up and placed them on his chest as you tried to maintain your balance. You could feel his heartbeat accelerate through his chest. You smiled and looked up at him through your lashes. He bit his bottom lip as he looked down at you.
-I… Y/N, I- he stuttered. You felt your heart racing. His scent intoxicated your lungs a little more every second. His hands crept to your lower back holding you close to him. You could hardly breathe.
-Hazlo.- Do it. You whispered.
-El que?- What? Pedri responded but before either of you could say anything else you saw as he leaned in to you and you closed your eyes, within seconds you felt his lips take yours in an embrace. His lips were soft and warm and took you in fiercely. He pulled you in closer to his body causing you to let out a small moan. He smiled. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in to explore.
A few seconds later, which felt much longer to you, the two of you paused to get some air. He looked at you as he caught his breathe.
-I don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.- He explained. -Remember when I helped you with your first kiss?- You nodded. -I lied. That was my first kiss too.- You smiled. -And when you started to date Eric, I hated him.- in an attempt to understand what was happening in his heart he talked more than he should have in the moment.
Seconds later you found yourself following him to his bedroom. Your hands interlocked. As soon as you stepped foot in the room his lips attacked yours once again.
The two of you moved in unison until the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat down on the edge. You stood there in between his legs and looked down at him. You could feel your heartbeat going at full speed. Your stomach full of butterflies.
You crossed your arms and grabbed the bottom hem of his jersey that you were wearing. He looked up at you with parted lips. His breathing was accelerated and you could see his chest moving rapidly.
-Estas segura?- Are you sure?
You looked down at him and cupped his jaw with your hands as he placed his hands around your waist.
-He estado segura desde que me diste mi primer beso. I’ve been sure since I look into your brown eyes and I feel at home.- I’ve been sure since you gave me my first kiss.
He smiled.
You returned your hands to the hem of the jersey and pulled it off over your head, throwing it somewhere on the floor of his room, exposing your black lace bra to him.
He looked up at you. -Can I?- You nodded as he moved his hands to your back and unclasped your bra. He let the piece fall on the floor and looked up at you as he licked his lips.
-You’re the most beautiful thing to walk this world.- He said as his lips left a trail of small kisses from your bellybutton to your breasts. He took one of them in his soft and warm lips as his eyes fixated on yours. You but your bottom lip trying to hold in the moans but he loved his hand up to your mouth and gently caressed your lips prompting you to let go of the grasp. -I want to hear your moan.-
Eventually he let go of you and you kneeled down in front of him. You placed your hands on either of his knees as you stared into his eyes. Your hands eventually moving towards the hem of his pants.
-You don’t have to.- He said knowing you weren’t too experienced.
-I want to.- You said as you continued with him standing up for a bit and allowing you more room to pull down his pants and along with them his boxers.
You took him with your hand and licked his tip. He trembled at your touch. You looked up at him through your lashes as you continued to lick around his tip and eventually put all of him in your mouth. His hand grabbed your hair as he pushed you down gently against him trying to feel you deeper. You could hear his moans get louder as you continued to bob your head on him.
-Stop babygirl or I’m about to come and I really want to come inside of you tonight.- You stared at him as you tried to catch your breathe, saliva falling off the side of your mouth as he helped you stand up and placed his arms around you leaning in to kiss you.
He placed you gently on his bed, his lips quickly made their way to your neck causing you to close your eyes and enjoy the pleasure as his soft lips sucked on your neck. Your arms around his black hoodie that somehow framed his beautiful face.
His hands moved up and down the side of your body. Your hands crept to the edge of his sweater and moved it up his body, he quickly got the hint and stood up as he took the hoodie off followed by his shirt. You licked your lips as you looked at his bare chest and moved your fingers outlining his chiseled abs. He trembled at your mere touch.
His body was in between your legs and as he left more and more nibbles you could feel him growing harder.
He continued to suck on your nipple.
His lips eventually traveled down from your breasts to your waist where he helped you take off your pants followed by your underwear. He left a trail of small kisses on your inner thighs as he eventually made his way to your core. You felt his tongue lick you causing you to immediate close your eyes and take in the pleasure. His tongue licking on you felt like heaven, you felt a pressure begin to build up in your lower stomach. Your hands grabbed onto the bedsheets underneath you as you began to move your hips against his mouth. His hands grasped you by your hips as you continued to roll your hips against him. You yelled out his name as you felt yourself come causing him to smile. He had never heard his name sound so beautiful as when it was coming out of your mouth.
Eventually Pedri moved up and lined himself with your entry. He winked at you and smiled and he dipped into you. You felt the way he stretched you and couldn’t help but let out a moan as you felt every part of him. He gave you a few seconds to adjust to him before beginning to move in and out of you. You rolled your hips in sync with his body. His hands explored your body as his lips attacked your neck leaving small wet kisses when he couldn’t control it anymore.
You felt in pure bliss as you felt him moving in and out of you. Every time he touched you deeper and deeper. Your hands grabbed onto his back, digging your nails in deep as the sudden rush of pleasure that he gave you.
You felt as he began to move a bit sloppy when he stood up and grabbed you by your hips with all his strength. He held on to you as he continued to thrust hard into you, his grip surely leaving a bruise for you. You stared at him as he bit on his top lip and thrusted into you with all of the strength he had left. Sweat coming down his forehead, his hair clinging onto his face, red cheeks adorning his face. He furrowed his brows as he screamed out your name and came inside of you.
He toppled on top of you, his face on your chest. You saw his head move up and down along with your breathing. You looked up at his ceiling as you tried to regain your breathe. Your hands massaged through his hair as you felt him smile.
can you pleaseeeeee write a story about pedri where he cheat with reader on his toxic ex (i'm not promoting cheating but idk pedri for life)
You opened the door and in the blink of an eye Pedri rushed into your apartment. Just a few minutes ago he had messaged you asking if you were home and now you turned your body as you closed the door and saw as he threw himself on your couch.
-Que pasa? What's going on? You asked.
-I can't take it anymore, we argue whenever things don't go her way. I told her my parents are coming to stay over for a few days and she didn't like it. She says we need our privacy. It's just a few days.-
You bit your bottom lip and studied your best friend. He had his face cupped in between his hands. You could tell he was frustrated. You took a seat next to him and placed your hands on his knees.
-They can stay here with me, if you want. I'm at work all day and won't bother me. Actually I could get some cooking lessons from your mom.-
Pedri turned around and smiled at you. That smile that always melted you. If a person's facial expression could be your home, that would be yours. Where you felt the safest, when he smiled.
-It's not that, I can put them in a hotel if I wanted to, but they're my parents. We have privacy all year, and she can't even agree to just a few days.-
His facial expression finally seemed to rest as he stared into your eyes, almost as if he was waiting for you to say something that would magically fix everything for him. You offered him an apologetic smile because you really didn't know what else to do or say.
Pedri and Alba had been dating for a little over a year now and unfortunately you saw this coming miles away. But you knew your best friend liked her, no scratch that, you knew he was in love with her. So you did what any best friend would, you stayed quiet.
You said nothing when little by little she began to alienate all of his friends and when she asked him to move in with her and leave his brother behind. And Pedri wasn't stupid, he had done the same. He knew what was happening, he knew he was losing friends but its quite possible he was too intoxicated with her to know better. But now that she had tried to mess with his parents you knew things would be different. Maybe now she had taken it too far.
-Why don't you talk to her? Explain how important it is for you to spend time with them?- You offered a solution to his problems without throwing Alba under the bus, despite every bone in your body wanting to do so.
-She won't understand. She's hard headed.- He said.
You laughed and widened your eyes at Pedri. -Then I don't know what you can do Pedri. You either talk to her and try to talk some sense into her or you put up with it and I get my free cooking lessons from Rosy.-
The two of you laughed as your arms touched. He turned to look at you, -Even when you think you don't know what to do, you do always know how to make me feel better.- He said as you smiled in return. You felt your heart skip a beat and bit your bottom lip.
-I'm sorry.- He said.
-For?-
-It should have been you, not Alba. It should have always been you.- He leaned in a little closer to you.
-Pedri, I - - I don't know what you're talking about.- You answered.
But before either you or he could say anything you felt the warmth of his lips on yours. His shaky yet firm hand on your jaw as he pulled you in closer to his body and as your lips parted his tongue went hungrily inside to find yours.
I knew it was wrong and he did too. But for once I didn't care. I knew he would probably regret it too, and that tomorrow he would be back with Alba but for tonight he was mine.
We got lost in between wet kisses and slight moans. Eventually me on top of him as he leaned his back on my grey couch. He raised the long shirt I was wearing towards my waist and with a slight moment dipped his fingers under my underwear making me moan into his mouth. I closed my eyes and held on to the back of his neck as his long slender fingers made his way deep inside of me once, twice, over and over again. His chest raising high.
I moaned. And felt Pedri' warm mouth as he whispered into my ear -I've missed your moans.-
You and pedri are currently busy with the deed and then his bereal notifications goes out and so he does his bereal, with you bent over the desk ONGGG THATS SO HOT
A/N: Ok a little different based on what pictures I could find so I hope you like it. It’s also super short but hope it’s good.
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The sound of Pedri’s phone was masked by your moan. -More Pedri.- You said in a low voice as you closed your eyes and your hands held on to the bedsheet underneath you. Your body shaking as Pedri thrusted himself into you. Your body bouncing off of his thighs as he scrunched up his face, and bit his bottom lip trying to give himself the strength not to come in that moment. Your tight and wet folds taking him all in.
He looked over at the side table where his phone was dinging. -Joder.- He said as he continued to move in and out of you letting his body drop hovering over you as he took his phone in his hand.
-No jodas, Pedri. You’re really going to check your phone right now?- He quiets you by taking your lips in between his. His tongue softly going in causing you to moan at the tenderness of his lips on you while his raw dick touches the deepest parts of you.
-It’s my BeReal babe, I have two minutes to take a picture.- He says as he opens the app and points it at your face. You giggle. -Ni de coño are you taking a picture of me right now.- You say putting your arms over your face.
Pedri laughs as he leans down and whispers into your ear. -Can I take a picture if I make you moan right now?- You feel as he thrusts hard into you. A warm feeling fills up your body as you take your hands off of your face and grab onto the sheet underneath you. You let out a moan as your back arches. -Dios mio, Pedri.- You say as he takes a picture of your neck.
He places the phone on your bare chest and takes a selfie.
-There, now where were we?- He says returning his attention to to you. His hands on the side of your body as he moves them up and down.
Girl we are campeones of la Liga 🏆 I’m coming your way with some pedri x gf!reader smut…she comes to watch the game with his brother & sexts pedri during halftime bc he turns her on when he’s on the field (who doesn’t get turned on by our pedri potter) so once the game is over they’re both rushing to see each other that he ditches part of the celebration bc he knows the locker rooms at camp nou will be empty so they take advantage *insert smut* (you can take it on from there)
Ok I just finished this one and your request came up. It’s a little different but this is in honor of being LA LIGA CAMPEONES!!!
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You turned quickly to your side, your worried eyes making contact with his brother. -Fer!- you said in a scared voice.
The smiles and laughter of seeing Pedri and the rest of the team celebrate the league title was soon clouded by a few fans of the opposing team running onto the field. Your heart dropped as you saw a sea of yellow shirts run towards the tunnel, your boyfriend included.
-It’s fine, he’s going to be okay.- Said Fer standing next to you. He offered you a reassuring smile as you turned to look back at the guards with Espanyol fans on the floor.
Minutes later as you along with Pedri’s brother, cousin, and dad made your way out of the stadium you finally got a message from him. He asked you to go home instead of going to wait for him back at ciudad esportiva. He just wanted you to be safe. The other three dropped you off at the home you and Pedri shared as you smiled and waved them goodbye.
You sat on the couch waiting for Pedri while you scrolled through social media. A smile plastered on your face as you saw everyone celebrating the league title. Eventually you fell asleep only to be awakened by a familiar scent that intoxicated your lungs and a warm kiss on your forehead.
-Amor.- He whispered as he put his arms around your body trying to lift you up. You took a few seconds to open your eyes but when you did you met him with a smile. Your arms around his neck. -Mi campeon.- You whispered. He smiled at the sight beneath him, you had fallen asleep with his Jersey on and nothing but your black panties. Your wavy brown hair beautifully framing your face.
He lifted you into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his body and rested your head on his shoulder. -I’m sorry I took forever.- He said as you smiled. -Esta bien, Pedri. All that matters is that you’re home and you’re safe.-
He placed you down on the floor when you entered your bedroom. You kept your gaze on the beautiful boy who was wearing the team’s light brown kit with the navy, La Liga és nostra, shirt on. His eyes on your ass as he licked his lips. You giggled which took him out of trance and he looked over at you with red cheeks. He pouted at you. -What?- He asked. You shook your head and rolled your eyes at him.
You walked over to him as he stood nervously close to the edge of the bed. You grabbed the collar of the jacket he was wearing and stared into his eyes. -I think I owe you something.- he looked at you with wide opened eyes. -You said if I scored.- He smiled.
You began to go down his body as you landed on your knees in front of him. From this view you could see how his breathing began to accelerate as his chest moved up and down faster. You grabbed the hem of his shorts and began to pull them down as he stared at you. -I said an assist would also count.- You said as you licked your lips and left him naked from the waist down. He smiled at the sight in front of him, his jersey on your barely covering your ass as you kneeled imagine front of him.
Without saying another word you grabbed his dick in your hands and began to massage it. His breathing accelerated even more. In a split second you leaned in and began to lick it, making sounds every time your lips parted with it. Your eyes never leaving his. -Joder.- He said.
Soon you had him all in your mouth as you continued to move your hand around it. You felt as Pedri’s hand held on to the back of your head and helped you move around him. You looked up at him through your lashes, a view that sent him in overdrive. You smiled as you continued to take him in your mouth, feeling as if you owed this to him for winning that title for your team.
You looked up as Pedri threw his head back closing his eyes and scrunching his face. Small moans coming out of his half parted lips. Small beads of sweat on his forehead and a hint of red on his cheeks.
He surprised you when he grabbed you and tried to pull you up. -Ven aqui.- Come here. He said. -Me voy a correr y tu tambien te mereces celebrar este titulo.- I’m going to come and you also deserve to celebrate this title.
You landed on the bed with him on top of you. He raised one of your legs over his hip and began to leave a trail of kisses down from your jaw to your neck. You were still wearing his jersey but somehow that excited him even more. After leaving a few short kisses on your lips he turned you over as he lined himself up with your entrance. You let out a moan as you felt him enter you slowly. -Fuck.- He said followed by a moan. You felt his hard grip on your hips, sure that you would find bruises there tomorrow.
Pedri held on to your hips as he leaned back and slammed back into you. With each thrust you could feel him touching you deeper and deeper. Your ass bouncing off of him with every movement he did. Seeing his jersey in front of him on your body was pushing him into pure bliss. He smiled at the way you proudly wore it, letting everyone know you were his girl, that he was the only one who could take you like this and the only one who could pleasure you the way he did. Hearing your moans in between movements as you pleaded him not to stop, to continue because he was hitting your spot. The way you squirmed I’m front of him and yelled out his name. Almost as beautiful as winning the league title.
You felt his movements get sloppy as his moans increased. -Vamos, papi.- you encouraged him in between moans while you held on to the bedsheet. Pedri’s hands caring your ass.
It was then that Pedri came as you yelled out his name and he did his best to continue his movement to bring you to your own high. When you finally came he was sure even the neighbors had heard you scream out his name.
After a few seconds you felt him pull out of you. His breathing had calmed down and he threw himself next to you on the bed. You were still face down trying to regain composure. You smiled and turned your head over to look at him. He smiled and moved a few strands of hair out of your face. -Te amo.- He said.
-Mi campeon.- You said as you placed a small kiss on his cheek and placed your head on his chest. His heartbeat putting you to sleep.
