note: whoever tells you Pedri is a top is smoking socks
to most, Pedri was a midfield maestro, the tempo controller and the game decider. How Barce played sat solely on his shoulders, and a win was almost always guaranteed when he set foot on the pitch, and he owned that. Chest puffed, head held high at all times when he stepped on that pitch… and no one knew how weakened Pedri was the second he was in your presence, how quickly the mind of Barca’s midfield switched off when he was with you.
tonight was no exception, after a tough loss he was home and showered in record time, the sweatpants he had thrown on were now pooled at his ankles, thighs spread as you mouthed away at his cock.
“mmm-bebe” Pedri whimpered feeling your tongue circle his pink tip
“yes” you say sweetly, blinking up at him
“more” Pedri breathes out “please”
you smirk at him, bringing your tongue out to tease his tip once more
“this isn’t the pitch Pepi” you say, your hand wrapping around his cock and giving him a squeeze that elicits a squeak from him in suprise and arousal “i control the tempo”
Pedri’s breath catches violently as you take his cock in your mouth, the pleasure that envelops him mirrors the way you suck him in, your palm works what doesn’t fit in your mouth, his tip nestles in the enterence of your throat, hugged by the muscle rhythmic with your breaths, your tongue works the underside, stimulating the vein that runs underneath, pumping blood to his sensetive head
suddenly Pedri’s legs feel like jelly and his head feels too heavy for his neck as it lulls backward in blinding pleasure at your actions
“hah- mami- princesa” Pedri babbles out, hands flying to rest atop your head
you mumble out a response that all but sends extra stimulation to Pedri whose toes curl and spread in pleasure, his hips have a mind of their own, slightly lifting as you pin him down
his cock is lathered in spit as you pull off, working both hands on him now as he screams in pleasure
“what would your teammates say if they saw you like this huh? their midfield strength sitting on the bed, a wreck, a mess of pleasure” you smirk as a glob of pre-cum spits from his tip “huh Pepi?”
“i- hah- i don’t- fuck- princesa” Pedri scrambles, his hips bucking up into your hand
“just a babbling mess of cum” you smirk
“cum” you say working his cock faster, his tip drools as you pump faster
Pedri swears his soul leaves his body as he cums, milky white ropes accompanied by a silent, open mouthed moan. He’s a mixture of jelly and a statue, the pleasure rolling over him in indescribable waves
“no” he stutters as you continue “please”
you smile softly, releasing the muscle
“feel better?” you ask the gasping man
“so much” Pedri smiles lazily, pulling you up and into a kiss, tasting himself on your tongue “thank you”
Can you do one of Pedri getting his hair blond after winning world cup and y/n reacting? She is shocked he did it but he looks good
- When Pedri promised to dye his hair blond if Spain won he didn't tell you about it at first, you had to see it on tiktok when that clip of the interview came up on your for you feed
- Pedri has never changed his hair colour and he usually keeps the same style apart from when he had to cut it after winning the euros which he also didn't tell you about so it was a big shock to you that he'd promise to do that
- You couldn't imagine him blond even after seeing edits you just can't see him as a blond not that you think he won't suit it it's just so different
- Each win brought Spain closer to the title and Pedri closer to having to fulfil his promise. After the semi final you asked him if he regretted making that promise, he wouldn't say that he did but you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was a little nervous about actually having to do it
- The final was intense but in the end Spain got the win they very much deserved. You couldn't be prouder of Pedri and the rest of the team for brining the World Cup back home to Spain. During the celebrations you take every opportunity you can to tease Pedri about having to dye his hair especially the fact that he'll have to have it for pre season pictures which will haunt him the whole year
- In solidarity you do offer to dye your hair too maybe blonde or maybe red for Spain but he doesn't want you to he loves your hair just the way it is plus he thinks it's best if one of you doesn't look ridiculous when you walk down the street or your neighbours will think you've gone insane
- The longer you are on break together the more it slips your mind that at some point Pedri is going to dye his hair even as you lay in bed at night and run your fingers through his hair or when you admire his glistening wet hair when he gets out the pool
- By the time you finally get back to Barcelona you have completely forgotten about it until one day Pedri just disappears for a few hours without telling you where he's going and not texting you even once which he never does he always sends you texts throughout the day
- During the few hours you go back and forth with thinking you just be forgotten about a photoshoot or interview he had and worrying that something happened to him and all the time you spend thinking about it is time he's waiting for help
- When you finally hear the front door open you turn round to see Pedri with bright blond hair stood right there and it wasn't a figment of your imagination
- You pictured him blond many times since the final but somehow it still shocked you seeing it in real life the blond is brighter than you thought it would be and he suits it more than you thought it would in fact you really like it
"wow you look different" You say
"Good different or bad different?" Pedri asks
"Good different I actually really like it it's going to take some getting used to but you look good" You admit
"I'm glad you like it I'm still not sure about it" he says
"Well if you decide you hate it it won't last forever your hair grows at a rate I'm jealous of" you joke
"I don't think I hate it I just prefer my normal hair" he says
- You insist on bringing Pedri with you to get proper hair care products as you don't want his hair to end up dead or looking too yellow and he pretends to hate you washing it to show him what to do with all the products but really he loves having you wash his hair
- You admire him all day as the blond grows on you especially when you realise how soft his hair is after all the new products you put in it you could sit there all day and play with his hair and he'd definitely let you if he had the freedom to spend all day letting you do that
note: i think i’ve written this 4 times over… and don’t ask for a third part please, it’ll come in due time
part one
Pedri opens the door to your apartment softly, sliding out of his shoes and walking in his socks. He inspects the kitchen first, looking around for you before going to the living room where he finds you asleep, pieces of a bassinet surround you on the couch where you’re dead asleep, your hand slung on your now 8 month bump.
Pedri smiles softly before shaking you awake softly
“hey sleepy head” he greets as you wake up looking around you
“when did you get that done?” he questions pointing at your braids
“yesterday” you say stretching “don’t wanna give birth with a wig on, i’ll sweat it off”
“they look good” he says with a soft smile
“thank you” you smile back “did we have something scheduled?”
“no” Pedri says “but you weren’t answering your phone so i kinda got worried”
“oh shit” you curse rubbing your eye “this whole nesting process, getting the room ready for the baby, i’ve just been tired”
“well if you’d let me help-
“you’ve done enough Pedri” you say simply “more than enough for a baby that isn’t yours and a random girl who your best friend knocked up”
“that’s my niece in there, i’d do anything for her” Pedri says simply making you laugh “but speaking of Ferran”
you roll your eyes
“i don’t want to hear it” you say
“it’s good news” Pedri tries
“help me up” you say reaching out
“they broke up!” Pedri says pulling you to your feet
“good for them” you say waddling toward the kitchen “feel like a snack?”
“is that all?” Pedri asks
you sigh, turning around to face him
“it’s been 6 months since i told Ferran i was pregnant, there’s been no call, no text, no attending appointments, he has no idea whether i’m alive, or not, if i had an abortion or not, or if the baby is okay, because he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else but himself, so screw me for not giving a shit about him” you snap
Pedri is at a loss for words, this hadn’t been the first time you’d snapped at him because he’d dealt with your hormones changing over the past 6 months but he had no idea you’d felt so strongly about Ferran’s denial of your pregnancy
“actually” Pedri draws out
“actually what” you snap back
“he knows” Pedri says not meeting your gaze
“he know?” you repeat
Pedri sighs
“he and Sara broke up shortly after you told him you were pregnant and when he told me i told him i’d stayed in touch with you, just to kinda help you out and since then he’d ask for updates, and i kinda showed him” Pedri shrugs
“showed him what?” you almost growl
“the ultrasounds, the pictures you sent me, the bump updates” Pedri trails off
you sigh, the feeling in your chest indescribable
“so this entire time, i’ve opened my home to you, i’ve been vulnerable, shared my journey with you and you’re been feeding it to the very same person who has caused me pain” you pose
“he wants to be a part of this he just doesn’t know how” Pedri tries
“yeah because i didn’t give him the opportunity” you roll your eyes
“you did-
“and he called my baby an it!” you yell
you tension between you and a pedri is pulpable, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you blink away the angry tears that brim your waterline
“get out” you say
“wait-
“get. out. Pedri” you scream
he raises his hands in surrender
“and leave the keys” you say coldly
“but what if your water breaks” he says in a small voice
“i’ll make a plan” you say walking away
as you lean against the kitchen counter, you hear the door click close, Pedri’s presence no longer felt as you sink to the floor in tears, the trust between you and your strongest confidant broken but worst off, what broke in the process?
next week's fic its already decided (mikel oyarzabal) but then for the next one i have two ideas with the same trope of childhood friends to lovers, and i want you guys to decide which one i write first:
Finally it's Friday night. This week has felt like a month with so many projects coming to an end at work but finally I get to relax for two days. Usually I spend the weekend doing fun things with Pedri or my friends but this weekend I'm going to rot in bed because I've earned it. To kick off the weekend in style the first thing I did once I got home was order dinner from my favourite restaurant which is expensive but I deserve the treat. While I waited I showered and changed into comfy clothes just in time for the doorbell to ring with my food. Just as I sat down my phone rang with a call from my dad who doesn't call me that often so I answered straight away.
"Hi dad how have you been? Sorry I haven't text much this week work has been crazy" I said
"Y/n are you sat down?" My dad asked
"Yeah why?" I questioned
"God I don't even know how to say this, your mum passed away this afternoon" he said solemnly
"What? How? I spoke to her yesterday, I text her this morning it's not possible" I rambled
"I know I can't believe it either the hospital told me she had a heart attack they said she didn't suffer" he said
I didn't know what to say. What is there to say. Of course I knew this day would come at some point but I didn't think it would be any time soon I'm only 22 and now I've got to navigate the rest of my life without my mum. She was supposed to be there for my wedding day to calm my nerves before walking down the aisle. She was supposed to be there to meet her grandchildren and be the voice of reason when taking care of a newborn got overwhelming. She was supposed to still be here.
"I'm sorry sweetheart I know it's going to be tough I'm going to let you process this but you can text or call me anytime if you need to talk and I mean anytime I'm always on the other end of the phone" my dad said before hanging up
Suddenly my appetite was gone, in fact I felt sick so my dinner went in the bin. It didn't take much longer for the tears to start and once they started I completely broke down. So many memories flashed through my mind, all the big moments in my life so far that my mum has been there for and now she's gone. Right now I don't even know how I'm going to get through the rest of the day let alone the rest of my life without her here or on the other end of the phone like she always is. I could see my phone lighting up across the room but that's the last thing on my mind it will only be my friends wanting to go out or Pedri checking in but I can't check it, I can't even bring myself to move.
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Pedri's POV
"So what your plans for our days off?" Ferran asked me as we were walking out after winning our match
"I don't know I'll probably try and take y/n to dinner she has been so patient with how busy the schedule has been recently I need to make it up to her" I said
"Was she here today I didn't see her?" He asked
"No she had a tough week at work I think she just needed to rest this weekend although I haven't heard from her at all I texted and called but she hasn't answered me but I'm sure she's fine" I said
"You're worried about her aren't you I can see it on your face" Ferran said
"Yeah I was going to go round hers on the way home just to check on her but I don't want to disturb her if she's just trying to disconnect for the weekend you know" I said
"If it were me I'd just go round there make sure she's ok she'll be happy to see you either way I see how much you love each other" Ferran said
"You're right" I said
The whole drive all I could think about was the many things that could be wrong. It's stupid I know half of them are near impossible but I can't help but worry. She told me she was planning to have a relaxed weekend after working super hard for weeks but I would've thought that she would at least answer my texts, she always answers me within a few hours. For some reason I just have a bad feeling I can't shake.
The drive to her place didn't take long but it sure felt like forever. Once it got there I rang the doorbell twice but she didn't answer so I used my key to let myself in. I didn't see her to start with but then I spotted her curled up on the sofa sobbing. Her hair was a mess, her face was red and her eyes were completely blood shot so she'd clearly been crying for a while. My feet moved me towards her while my brain was elsewhere but it caught up as soon as I sat next to her and pulled her into my arms. She held on incredibly tight and continued to sob into my shoulder. I've never seen her this upset ever, I have no idea what happened but I just wish I had been there when it did.
"Tell me what happened amor" I said softly
"My mu mum she she's dead" she stuttered
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry amor I'm sorry I haven't been here but I'm here now and I'm not leaving your side" I comforted
Her words hit me like a truck. We grew up together back home I knew her mum well, we've always gotten along she's always baking delicious cakes and desserts when we are back home or when she comes to visit. Y/n has always been incredibly close with her mum especially since her parents split up they talk pretty much every day, she's always the first person she would go to when anything happened good or bad. I can't even begin to imagine how devastated she is I couldn't imagine living the rest of my life without my mum but that's her reality now.
Your POV
After ignoring everyone for days Pedri turned up I knew he would eventually. I should've just text him and told him to come over but I haven't looked at my phone since my dad called, I have barely moved since then. I've slept on the sofa and I haven't changed all; I've done is cry which isn't healthy I know but nothing about grief is healthy. Straight away he pulled me into his arms which somehow made everything just a tiny bit better. I cried in his arms for a while until he asked me what was wrong and I finally had to say the words, the words I'd not said out loud, the ones I didn't want to believe. Like I expected Pedri didn't know what to say, I mean what do you say when someone tells you their parent has just died.
We sat there for a while in silence until Pedri got up to get me some water and a snack. I tried to push it away but he made me at least take a few bites and after barely eating the last few days I didn't realise how hungry I was. For the first time since Friday I stopped crying, I still felt the overwhelming sadness but the tears weren't flowing this time. I also checked my phone for the first time, I had messages from so many people back home family and friends sending their condolences and some messages from my dad with details of the funeral. It's all happening so quick I don't think I'm ready to say goodbye forever yet but I have to find a way to be ready.
"The funeral is Tuesday I need to get a flight back home" I said thinking out loud
"I'll come with you I have a few days off and I can get more time if I need to you don’t have to do this alone" Pedri said
"You don't have to do that I'll be fine" I said knowing it wasn't true
"I'm coming with you no matter what I want to be there for you and I want to attend the funeral I loved your mum too I want to say goodbye with you" he said
"Thank you" I said
"No need to thank me I'll sort it all out I'll book the flights and I'll call your boss to sort out some time off for you in the meantime try and get some sleep I'll be back in a bit" Pedri said excusing himself
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Stepping foot in my mum's house when we landed was hard. It's the house I grew up in with both my parents until they separated and my dad moved out but my mum stayed; she couldn't leave the memories behind. Now the place is mine, left to me by my mum. The first thing I thought about was selling it but I know my mum would want me to keep it so I'm going to do that for her. Pedri told me we could stay with his parents but I wanted to come here and see all the things that remind me of the good times, maybe that will make things hurt less.
The place was exactly like I remember it all the family photos, the drawings I did as a child and my old room exactly where they have always been. There were a couple pictures on the wall in the living room that really took me back. The first was a family photo taken on my first day of school; I remember crying not wanting my parents to leave at first but by the time the day was over I didn't want to leave and that was just the start of my love of learning. The second was a picture of me and Pedri when we were little, he was teaching me how to kick a ball which I wasn't very good at while he could do all sorts of skills even at such a young age. The last picture was a new one I hadn't seen before from the last time we visited my mum. We had a beach day and the picture was one my mum must've take of Pedri and I cuddling sat on the sand as the sun began to set.
It's crazy to see in a pictures how much and how little has changed at the same time. I'm still useless at football no matter how much Pedri has tried to teach me and he's obviously incredible he has me in awe every time I watch him play. That beach holds a lot of memories too we spent countless hours there over the years we had our first kiss there and it's where Pedri asked me to be his girlfriend just before he left for Barcelona. My mum saw how we grew up and how our relationship evolved into what it is now but she will have to watch from up above when hopefully one day we get engaged and married.
It made me emotional all over again looking at all those old photos remembering the happier times. For the first time in days I felt a small smile spread cross my face. We walked around the whole house looking at everything; it was like digging up a time capsule especially when I looked through her wardrobe filled with memory boxes of stuff from my childhood. Then I found a box of diaries my mum wrote in throughout her entire life they had her life story including things she'd never told me before. I only read a few pages but I'm definitely going to take them home and read the rest, just reading those few pages made me feel like she was still here telling me stories. I think it will be comforting to read these when I miss her in the coming weeks and months.
Pedri and I spent the rest of the day reminiscing as we looked through everything my mum has kept. We also went for a walk round her favourite places and went to dinner at her favourite restaurant to honour her in a small way before the funeral tomorrow. I also had to write my speech which I've been trying to do since we got on the plane this morning. There's so much I want to say but I don't know how to say it or where to start. In the end I had to give up nothing felt right when I wrote it down so I'm just going to have to wing it.
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Unsurprisingly this morning has been tough I really didn't want to get ready because that meant it was time for the funeral and time to say goodbye. Pedri has been by my side all morning checking in on me to make sure I'm doing as well as I possibly could be considering the circumstances. Every time I got a little teary he was there to try and distract me and even make me laugh a little. He's been great throughout all of this he's listened to me when I'm breaking down, sat in silence with me when I needed it and comforted me when I needed to hear that life will go on.
At the funeral everyone wanted to talk to me to share their stories or give their condolences. It took everything I had in me not to break down in tears as each person came over but having Pedri by my side made it bearable. He held my hand squeezing it when he could near my voice quivering and he took me to one side when he thought I needed a break which was much appreciated. That was all before the service even started and somehow that was the easy part.
As soon as the service actually began the tears started streaming down my face. Pedri was in tears too which made me emotional for a whole different reason. He loved my mum nearly as much as me, they got along so well they would happily spend time together without me, talking for hours no doubt exchanging embarrassing stories about me. Especially since we started dating my parents have become a second family to him just like his have for me. Thinking about how he must be hurting too but held it together for me made it cut just that little bit deeper. I was still thinking about Pedri when my dad got up to make his speech which was really beautiful, definitely hard to follow but I had to. It was difficult but I got through my speech without overthinking too much I just tried to talk about the great thing my mum did for everyone in that room and how she'll be missed more than we could ever imagine.
The rest of the service was a blur I don't even really remember how we made it to the wake but we did. By that point I just wanted to be left alone with Pedri, my social battery was completely drained, the energy to put on a fake smile was no longer there. To avoid all the interacting with other people I took Pedri outside to a quiet step where we could just sit.
"Your speech was beautiful I'm so proud of you for getting up there I know it can't have been easy your mum would be proud too" Pedri said
"Thank you I'm just glad I didn't freeze up seeing as I had nothing planned" I said
"I know things are still going to be tough for you but I'll be with you every step of the way anytime you need to talk or a shoulder to cry on I'll be there for you" he said
"Thanks I don't know what I'd do without you" I said
"When we get home why don't you stay with me for a few weeks just so you don't have to be alone quite so much" Pedri suggested
"As long as you are sure I don't want to get in your way" I said
"Of course I'm sure we're in this together" he said
Growing up near the Santiago Bernabéu stadium in Chamartín, Madrid, always meant you bled white, gold, and blue. Your grandparents, your parents, your siblings, and you were avid supporters of Real Madrid. So much so that whenever Madrid had a game on home turf, and even a few away ones, your family and you always made it a point to go and support your favorite team.
It was for this very reason that when you entered into a relationship with FC Barcelona’s midfielder Pedri, it shocked everyone around you, including yourself.
You hadn’t meant to fall for one of FC Barcelona’s golden boys. The two of you had met at a bar in Madrid after an El Clásico match. Barcelona beat Real Madrid 2-1, with one of the goals scored by Pedri himself. He had been out with a few of his teammates celebrating their victory, and you had been out with a friend recuperating from the devastating loss at the hands of your rival team.
Pedri had approached you first, while your friend was in the bathroom, after noticing your Real Madrid jersey, which you were still wearing over jeans and sneakers. He leaned against the bar next to where you were sitting, scrolling on your phone, waiting for your friend to come back.
“Rough night?” His voice caught your attention, causing you to look up from your phone. Pedri had a cocky smile on his face, and he seemed to exude so much confidence. You couldn’t help but notice that he had very defined features, but, reminding yourself that he was the enemy, you rolled your eyes.
“Did you need something?” You asked more sharply than was necessary.
“I figured I’d check in on the Madrid fans,” Pedri returned, that stupidly handsome smile still on his face. Leaning closer to you, he whispered the next part in your ear. “You looked like you could use some emotional support.”
You tried not to show how his voice affected you. The shiver that threatened to run down your spine was suppressed, but just barely.
“You think you’re so funny, don’t you?” Your eyes looked him up and down as you spoke. “I’m surprised you’re here. I figured if anything, you’d be busy watching the replay of your goal for the hundredth time today.”
Pedri’s smile seemed to only widen at your response. “Not hundredth. I’ve only seen it 99 times now.”
You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face at his response. You hadn’t expected Barca’s golden boy to have a sense of humor. However, you were never one to give up easily, and besides, this was your rival. No way were you about to let him win and have the final word. You were enjoying this little back-and-forth.
“How very humble of you,” You spoke sarcastically. “I didn’t know that humility was something that Barca players had: what with the way you guys always seem to have a holier than thou approach when dealing with other clubs.”
“No other clubs,” Pedri responded. “Just Real Madrid. Besides, even you have to admit that my goal tonight was a world-class goal.”
You thought back to the second goal that Pedri had made earlier in the day. He had taken on two defenders and bypassed both of them to find an open spot and put the ball in the back of the net. It was the goal that secured Barcelona's lead once again and ultimately their victory. You wished you could say that it wasn’t an impressive goal, but it had been. It hurt you to admit it, but you knew it to be true. Never would you tell him that, though.
“Not as good as Mbappe’s,” you retorted. A part of you wanted to stick your tongue out at him, but that felt like it would have been childish to do.
Pedri laughed, shaking his head. You had said that, wanting to get under his skin, but instead, he looked impressed by the comeback. There was no irritation on his face. That realization annoyed you more than it should have.
“Do you argue with everyone that you meet like this?” Pedri couldn’t help but be curious about the person in front of him.
“Only Barcelona midfielders,” You responded by smirking at him. “Somehow they just seem to bring it out of me.”
Pedri laughed once again. “That is oddly specific.”
“Well,” you began. You leaned in closer to him to say the next part. “You’re the one who came over to speak to me. You're also the one who is choosing to continue the conversation.”
“Maybe, I like the conversation.” It was the most outright flirtatious comment that Pedri had made so far. “Or the conversationalist.”
You could feel your cheeks heat up and a genuine smile threatening to form on your face. You tried to keep it neutral, however, not wanting him to see that he had made you smile.
“Do you go around annoying all the Madrid supporters?” You asked.
“Only the pretty ones,” He responded with a cheeky smile on his face and a wink in your direction.
The back-and-forth flirtatious banter continued between the two of you for some time before your friend returned. The two friends Pedri had come with that night, Gavi and Ferran, eventually joined you and your friend. You hadn’t expected Barca boys to be so down-to-earth or funny. The night had given you a new perspective, which is why, at the end of the night, when Pedri asked for your number, you surprised even yourself by giving it to him.
Your relationship had started out really slow, with you living in Madrid and him in Barcelona. You would talk all the time; however, the only times you could see each other were when he came to Madrid for games or when you had time off from work. Your relationship began long-distance, started out as just friends, and eventually, you both realized that all the banter and flirting were because you felt more for one another.
He had been so nervous the first time that he had met your family. With your family being long-time supporters of Real Madrid, they had taken a while to warm up to him. For a while, it had even caused tension in your family, with some members seeing your choice to be with him as a sense of betrayal. However, you had stuck by him, and he had also put in the work, eventually winning over your family. They might never become Barcelona fans, but they respected him enough not to be hostile, and you couldn’t have asked for more.
The relationship you two had was great. In fact, you would go as far as to say it was the healthiest relationship you had ever been in. Pedri was respectful and supported you in your endeavors. He never pushed you to do things you didn’t want to do and seemed genuinely eager for you to succeed. You both had your fair share of disagreements, but you were able to talk them out. Relationships, as you learned, require compromise, and since you both wanted this relationship to work, you were willing to make compromises to make it work.
There seemed to be only one thing that you both were unwilling to compromise about. One thing that seemed unresolvable between you two: Barcelona vs. Real Madrid.
“Can’t you wear it just once?” Pedri seemed to beg you. “For me.”
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him. “Pedri, I told you at the beginning of our relationship that I would never in my life wear a Barcelona shirt. I love you, and I will always support you and root for you, but I won’t wear a Barcelona shirt.”
“It’s just a shirt,” Pedri tried to reason with you.
You shook your head, laughing at the absurdity of it. “No, Pedri, it’s not. It’s THAT shirt. My parents might actually disown me.”
Now it was Pedri’s turn to roll his eyes. “You’re being so dramatic. They wouldn’t do that.”
“They might,” you retorted. “I can almost already see my grandmother changing her will right now. Besides, I already wear your jersey when you play for Spain, isn’t that enough?”
He seemed to soften slightly. “You know I appreciate it, but it’s just not the same thing. I play for Barcelona for the majority of the year. I try to score goals for a living. The least my girlfriend could do is wear my colors.”
The pout on his face made you almost give in. He looked adorable; you couldn’t deny that face. However, ALMOST was the keyword. You continued to tease him, an idea popping up in your head.
“Fine, I’ll wear your shirt,” you said cheekily. The look on his face was almost comical, like he couldn’t believe you had actually agreed. The second part of the sentence caused his face to fall. “When you wear a Real Madrid shirt.”
You had to prevent yourself from busting out laughing at his expression to your suggestion. He looked like just the thought of putting himself in a Real Madrid shirt offended him. His eyebrows furrowed, and the scrunch of his nose gave away just what we thought of your idea.
“That’s blasphemy,” his response caused you to actually burst out laughing. “Also, I’m pretty sure that that’s emotional blackmail.”
You walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. His hands found your waist immediately, before either of you even had to think about it. It was almost second nature at this point. “Aww, baby, I’m pretty sure it’s called compromise.”
You leaned up on your toes and placed a quick peck on his lips. When you pulled back, he no longer had that look on his face. Rather, he was once again pouting. “This isn’t fair. You’re trying to distract me from the conversation.”
You pecked him on the lip again, pulling away with a smirk on your face.
“I would never do that,” you said, even though you knew you totally would. “But, while we’re on the topic, is it working? Are you distracted?”
You pecked him on the lip again, but this time, as you moved back to pull away, Pedri tightened his grip on you and refused to let go. He increased the pressure of his lips on yours and deepened the kiss. You felt yourself melt into the kiss, your hands moving from his neck and into his hair. You could feel his tongue swipe at your bottom lip, and you felt yourself give in and open up to allow his tongue into your mouth.
You don’t know how long the two of you had been kissing, but when you pulled away, you were both out of breath.
“So, you still won’t wear my jersey?” Pedri asked in a slightly out-of-breath voice.
You giggled and shook your head. “Nope. As convincing as that kiss was, I haven’t changed my mind. I’ll wear your name and the number 8 on a jacket or shirt, but it won’t be a Barca shirt.”
Pedri sighed but eventually nodded his head, “I suppose I can live with that. As long as you support me.”
You pecked his lips, “Always.”
“You know,” Pedri spoke with such confidence. “One day, I will convert you.”
“No, you won’t,” you retorted, giving him another peck on the lips. Your resolve was firm. “I’ll never wear Barca blue, but I will always stand by you.”
