#jealous!pedri

[pedriache]

jealous pedri 🫦 pretty please 🙏

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Jealous — Pedri González.

Pairing: Pedri González x Fem!Reader

Summary: You wasn’t immune to male attention, and Pedri couldn’t stand it.

Word count: 675+

Disclaimer/s: Jealous!Pedri ehhh idk what else to add clubbing + alcohol mention

A/N: i’ve been WAITING for this request. this is based off ‘jealous’ by nick jonas if it wasn’t already obvious!

The club was booming. Strobe lights flashing and sweat slick partiers passed by with every passing second. This was your element. You loved going out with your boyfriend and you loved any reason to dress up.

Your sparkly black dress flashed different colors with every changing color. A confident smile on your face as you walked in front of Pedri to find the bar.

Pedri trailed behind you with a grin on his face as you easily weaved through the crowd. The grin was short lived when he saw a man in the distance latch onto you, his eyes trailing over your body with a smirk on his lips.

Instantly, Pedri was beside you, covering you from the mans line of sight. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his side with a protective hold. Your head snapped in his direction curiously, noticing the tightness on his face.

“You alright?” You lean up to his face so he could hear you over the music.

“Did you have to swear that dress tonight?” Pedri questions, his eyes dropping to the small dress. He loved the way it looked on you, but hated knowing other men loved it too.

You laugh, “uh, yeah?”

He was not finding this amusing.

Slipping out of his grasp once you reach the bar, you order yourself a drink. Not one for Pedri, he rarely ever drank, plus he drove you two here. “Go find us a booth while I wait?”

Reluctantly, the man does just that; finding a booth in the corner of the club with full view of everything. Everything included you.

The man from earlier had approached you. Pedri saw the way you stiffened, annoyance flashing across your face every time he presumably flirted. One thing about you that Pedri could rely on always, was your complete and utter devotion. You loved him and he’d never doubted it from the second you uttered those three words.

But, when he saw you crack a small smile at something the stranger said, he swallowed, hard.

Leaning over the table, he asks the group beside if they could watch your table. Recognizing him instantly, they eagerly agreed. One perk of being famous, he supposed.

Making his way down the stairs and to the bar, he slipped behind you. “Cariño.” He grumbled, eyes drifting up to meet the man in front of you.

“Hey, man..” He started, stopping when Pedri’s face stays flat. “Chill. I’m gone!”

The second he stepped away, you were turning on your heels and scowling up at your boyfriend. “Hello? Is there a problem?”

“Yeah, who was that?”

“Stranger danger? I don’t know.” You huff, “and so—oh. Oh my God, you’re jealous.” Your mouth forms a proud smirk, you couldn’t even be mad. It was amusing.

“Can you blame me?” Pedri’s voice is exasperated, his hands flying up in defense.

Your shoulders shrug, “you’re far too obsessed with me for your own good. I would never cheat.” Which was true, you were dating Pedro González, you had no need to cheat. He was everything and more, nobody could compare. “It’s not my fault they hover!”

Your point was well taken, but Pedri tilts his head to the side. “So it’s my fault I have an insanely beautiful girlfriend?”

Tapping your chin playfully, you nod. “Hey. You chose me.”

“And I would make that choice a million times over again.” He hums, leaning down to connect his lips with yours.

Pedri wasn’t massive on public displays of affection, so when he did give it; it was for a purpose. His purpose tonight was to show everyone in that club that you were his. And, you loved every second of it.

Leaning your head back, Pedri lets out a low whine at the loss of contact. “Can we go back to our booth and order some food?” You laugh, “i’m hungry.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Pedri sighs, “come on.” His hand tangled into yours, keeping a tight hold on it while he leads you up to your booth.

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[chelseafcb]

no makeup artist in the world could recreate this man’s natural blush

[hugs4pedri]

HOW IS HE SO HOT

[ikram1909]

https://www.tumblr.com/pedripics/747409770178396160/pedri-and-gavi-after-the-match

I can’t explain how happy I get whenever I see them happy together, like I really can’t stop smiling whenever they’re like this 😭

Gavi looks so happy for him my babies 😭😭😭

[julianalvarez9]

"what are you saying? i don't make any gesture when i'm jealous"

[itlswhatltls]

BACK AT IT AGAIN

[grizou79giroud]

I grew up watching her play the character “Ruby” on the Nickelodeon series “Spotlight” and now she has a picture with PEDRI?!!?!!!???!😭😭😭😭

WHEN IS MY TURN? 😫😫🫠🫠

[emmacarsword]

eyebrow game so strong

[leclercmode]

golden couple ☁️ charles leclerc

request: can you do a female footballer player smau for charles please? maybe they see her pop up in the paddock and him in the stands, sort of secret but not private kind of thing? could it be set around the fifa women’s world cup if that’s not too much to ask? thank you!

couple: f1 driver! charles x footballer! reader

face claim: jana fernandez & aitana

NOW: F1 2023 US GP Charles Leclerc Post Race Interview

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pedri 💙❤️👏🏻

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user23 their love is so palpable. so cute to witness.

NOW: “I’m living my best life” | Emotional Charles Leclerc On His Home Win

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[holyblonded]

jealousy, jealousy | birds of a feather

pairings: paige bueckers x black!oc

summary: rocky schedules cause a drift in paige and cecilia’s relationship

warnings: jealous paige jealous paige jealous paige

notes: y’all i hate nova this time of year. everyone is on guard (rightfully so!) and tell me why i saw a tr*mp truck on my way to school 😐

Paige never considered herself the jealous type. Heck, she even bragged to many of her teammates that's the word didn't exist in her relationship. She loved Cecilia, Cecilia loved her. The same story for years now and everyone knew it. But, with the two of them both being in season and traveling, their window for their usual FaceTimes has shrunk and their texts have become brief. Paige's security in the relationship was shaken.

"Hi, I'm Cecilia and this is-" Cecilia pointed to her two friends on either side of her.

"Gavi-"

"and Pedri."

"And this is the best friends test," They all said together, Cecilia sounding much more upbeat than the other two.

"Here's how to the game goes, we all take turn asking questions and the other two write it down on the whiteboard so whoever gets it right, gets a point," Cecilia explained to the camera.

Cecilia grinned at the camera. "Alright, let's kick this off. First question: What's my favorite color?"

Gavi and Pedri scribbled furiously on their whiteboards before holding them up in unison.

"Yellow!" they both said at the same time, sounding like a rehearsed choir.

Cecilia clasped her hands together, looking touched. "Awww, you guys know me so well!"

Pedri smirked. "That was the easiest question ever."

"Don't get cocky," Cecilia shot back, flipping her cue card. "Here's a harder one: Who did I make my debut against?"

Both boys froze, their markers hovering over their boards.

"Uh... Sevilla?" Pedri guessed hesitantly.

"No, no, it was Espanyol," Gavi said with the confidence of someone who was absolutely wrong.

Cecilia gave them both a disappointed look. "Wrong and wrong. It was Real Madrid."

Gavi's eyebrows furrowed. "Your debut was El Clasico? That's crazy, why would they do that?"

"Cause I'm the greatest. But, yeah, no pressure or anything," Cecilia shrugged nonchalantly. "Just 90 minutes of running in the biggest game against Spain at the age of fourteen. Totally chill. Just another day being the best.”

"Shut up," Pedri rolled his eyes.

Cecilia laughed as she wiped the imaginary dust off her hands. "Okay, my turn's done. Gavi, you're up!"

Gavi smirked as he grabbed the question card in front of him. "Alright, let's see if you two actually know me. First question: What's my go-to meal after a hard match?”

Cecilia and Pedri immediately started scribbling on their whiteboards.

"Pizza," Cecilia said confidently, holding up her board.

"McDonald's," Pedri countered, grinning as he turned his board around.

Gavi pointed at Pedri. "He's right. McDonald's all the way."

Cecilia groaned. "Seriously? You're an elite athlete, and you're eating McNuggets after games? Nourish your body, dummy."

"Don't judge me, C," Gavi defended. "Next question: What's my biggest fear?"

Cecilia raised an eyebrow. "Oh, this is easy." She quickly wrote something down.

Pedri hesitated, tapping his marker against his chin before finally scribbling something.

"Alright, show me," Gavi demanded.

"Spiders," Cecilia said, flipping her board.

"Practice after a game with a lot of yellow cards," Pedri guessed, his grin wide and teasing.

Gavi's face dropped as Cecilia and Pedri laughed. "Haha, so funny Pedri, but the answer is spiders."

Cecilia pumped her fist in the air. "Finally, some points for me!"

"Alright, it's my turn," Pedri said, leaning back in his chair with a smug look. "Let's start with an easy one: What's my favorite TV show?"

Gavi rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, we all know this."

Cecilia wrote something down quickly, her tongue poking out in concentration.

"Ready? One, two, three!" Pedri called.

"Money Heist," Cecilia said, holding her board up.

"Money Heist," Gavi echoed, flipping his board.

Pedri nodded. "Yep. Too easy. Next question: How old was I when I scored my first professional goal?"

Cecilia furrowed her brow. "Ugh, this is a trick question. I know it."

"Why would it be a trick question?" Gavi asked, already writing.

"Because everything with Pedri is a trick question," Cecilia replied, jotting down her answer.

"Alright, answers?" Pedri said.

"Seventeen," Cecilia guessed.

"Sixteen," Gavi said confidently.

Pedri shook his head, grinning. "You're both wrong. I was seventeen and three months."

Cecilia groaned. "You're the worst. Who even remembers the months?"

Pedri smirked. "A winner, that's who."

After a few more rounds, the three friends were in tears from laughing, their boards covered in half-erased answers and doodles.

"So who won?" Gavi asked, leaning over to tally the scores.

Pedri squinted at the paper. "Cecilia. By half a point."

"What?" Gavi exclaimed. "That's rigged! She probably cheated."

Cecilia gasped dramatically. "Excuse me? I'm just smarter than you two combined."

Pedri shrugged. "She's not wrong."

Gavi crossed his arms, pouting. "Next time, we're doing a test where I get to choose all the questions."

"Good luck with that," Cecilia teased. "We all know you'd still lose."

The video ended with the three of them laughing, Cecilia tossing an eraser at Gavi, who pretended to dodge it in slow motion.

Paige watched as the video faded to black, her chest filling with an indescribable feeling. A rather uncomfortable warmth accompanied by a sharp tug in her chest and a knot in her throat that made it hard to breathe.

"P," Nika called out. "You good?"

"Yeah," Paige's teeth were clenched. "I'm good."

Paige was head over heels for Cecilia and when they missed a day of talking, it felt like withdrawals. While Cecilia found this trait of Paige endearing, the same cannot be said for her teammates and friends.

"Paige! Shut the fuck up, please," Azzi groaned.

"I miss her, Azzi. My heart hurts," Paige complained as she clutched her chest dramatically. "My heart feels like it's going to explode."

"Let it," Nika mumbled in passing.

Paige sighed and trudged to her room throwing herself on the bed. She opened TikTok and went through her routine whenever she missed Cecilia, watching her edits.

Paige scrolled through the app enjoying the many thirst trap edits of her girlfriend when a certain in came across her screen. It's started out normal but a clip from an interview with Jana popped up and it turned on to a ship edit to the song Glue by Beabadoobee.

Paige knew she shouldn't have, but she clicked on the comments.

the ultimate barca couple 🗣️

they need to get together already 😭

bruh they are so cute

That same unsettling warmth filled Paige again. An uneasy, persistent ache grew in her stomach as she quickly swiped out of the app.

"Hey, Amor," Cecilia smiling face took up Paige's phone. Paige instantly sent her a smile yet. This is the first time she saw her girlfriend the whole week with their schedules keeping them apart.

"Hey, baby. I was thinking-" Paige was interrupted by a voice calling for Cecilia.

"Cari!" The voice of Ona Batlle rang through the small hallway where Cecilia was hiding. " Per què t'amagues aquí? (Why are you hiding here?)"

"Parlant amb la Paige sense que la Pina i la Patri em molestessin (Talking to Paige without Pina and Patri bothering me)," Cecilia answered as she smiled up at Ona from the floor.

"Okay, Cari," Ona planted a quick kiss on Cecilia's cheek before patting her head. "Assegureu-vos de dinar, d'acord. (Make sure to get lunch, okay.)"

"Si, si," Cecilia dismissed and swatted Ona's hands away before the older girl made her way to the cafeteria. "What were you saying, Amor?"

Paige gave her a tight lipped smile, with the unpleasant warmth filling her chest, "It's not important, don't worry about it, babe."

Paige tossed and turned, before she settled on her back, staring at her dorm ceiling. After a Google search and looking at advice videos on TikTok, Paige has chalked up the odd emotion she's been feeling was jealousy. She had never felt the feeling before in her relationship with Cecilia. With both of their careers taking off their usual everyday talks had dwindled down, and seeing Cecilia getting shipped with her teammates hurt Paige.

The blonde looked at her alarm clock that read 11:04 pm. She knew it was 5 in Barcelona but her brain moved on autopilot as she reached for her phone and dialed Cecilia's number. After the second ring, the call was answered by the groggy twenty year old.

"Amor? Are you okay?" Cecilia asked, attempting to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

"Are you in love with someone else?" Paige blurts out. Cecilia then sat up in bed, wide and awake.

"Amor, what?"

"Do you love Gavi or Pedri or Ona or anyone else in Spain?" Paige restated.

Cecilia shook her head, not comprehending what Paige could be asking right now. "What? Amor— no. There's no one else I love. What's been up with you lately? Háblame."

Paige sighed, her free hand coming up to rub at her temple as she tried to find the right words. "I don't even know where to start. It's just... lately, things have felt different, and I've been overthinking everything. You're all the way in Spain, and I'm here, and we barely get to talk like we used to. And then I see those videos of you with Gavi, Pedri, Ona, and your whole team..." She paused, her voice catching. "And I see the way people ship you with them, and it just... it hurts, Cece."

Cecilia's heart sank as she listened. "Paige," she said softly, her voice laced with concern.

"I know it's stupid, okay?" Paige continued, her words tumbling out now. "I know they're just your friends, and you're close with them because you spend so much time together, but I can't help it. I've never felt this... jealous before. And I hate feeling this way because I trust you—I do—but my brain just won't shut up."

Cecilia stayed quiet for a moment, letting Paige vent. Then, she took a deep breath and spoke, her tone calm but firm. "Amor, listen to me. You're the only person I love. You're my person. Always and forever. Not Gavi, not Pedri, not Ona—none of them. They're my friends, yes, and I love spending time with them, but it's not the same kind of love. What I feel for you? It's on a completely different level."

Paige sniffled softly, her fingers gripping her phone tightly. "But you're so far away, Cece. And they get to see you every day. They get to laugh with you, be around you, while I'm just... here. I feel like I'm losing you, even if I know that's not true."

"You're not losing me," Cecilia said with conviction, her voice softening again. "I promise, you're not. I know things have been tough lately with our schedules, and I hate that I can't talk to you as much as I want. But no matter how busy things get, you're always in my heart, Paige. I think about you every day, and I can't wait for the moment I can hold you again."

Paige let out a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just needed to hear that."

"And I'll remind you every day if you need me to," Cecilia said, a small smile creeping into her tone. "This is new for us, being apart for this long, not finding time to visit, but we're a team, remember? We'll figure it out, like we always do."

Paige finally let herself relax, the tension melting away from her body. "I love you, Cece. I'm sorry for being so insecure."

"Don't apologize for how you feel," Cecilia said. "It's okay to feel like this. Just talk to me, okay? No more holding it in until you're randomly calling me at five in the morning.”

Paige laughed softly, the sound making Cecilia's heart swell. "Deal."

"Good," Cecilia said warmly. "Now, get some sleep, Amor. I'll call you tomorrow, and we'll figure out a time to talk more often, okay?"

"Okay," Paige murmured, a soft smile forming on her lips. "Goodnight, Cece."

"Goodnight, mi amor. Sweet dreams."

[leclercloml]

Shameless | PG8

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x reader

Summary: where Pedri's girlfriend have 0 filter on and love saying freaky things on social media.

Genre: SMAU

Warnings: suggestive

Author's note; this is something...

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color me jealous - (pg8)

summary: jealous pedri featuring rúben mf dias ;) (model!reader)

dedicated to all the pedri girls <3

You were smiling at your phone while you sipped on the expensive champagne, replaying your Instagram story over and over again, the imagine you posted of the flowers your boyfriend sent to your dressing room before your modelling show never failing to spread a smile to your face. But of course, your happy moment had to be interrupted.

Turning on your heels, a strong scent of perfume met your nose as two arms wrapped tightly around you, the elder woman air kissing your cheeks.

“you were absolutely beautiful up there, y/n!” The lady, one of whom dresses you wore tonight spoke in an elegant voice yet thick accent you could only recognise as french.

“thank you! the dress was beautiful,” you smiled brightly, the woman giving your hands a squeeze, whispering another few rounds of praises before disappearing somewhere in the gallery to mingle with the rest of the stuck up, posh people. You knew you had to join them, but your thoughts were filled with one person only.

You looked around, your eyes scanning every table, every single corner of the big gallery for Pedri, yet you could not spot him anywhere.

A frown crept to your face, a thousand thoughts filling your mind.

‘did he leave early?’

‘why would he leave before coming up to you, kissing you and telling you he’s proud of you?’

‘maybe he had a football emergency?’

‘football emergency this late?’

“I saw Pedri outside taking a phone call a few minutes ago,” the familiar voice of Rúben Dias came from behind you, making your eyes widen as you whipped your head around, meeting Rúben’s warm smile and eyes.

“Rú? What are you doing here?” You asked, a chuckle escaping your lips as you went in to hug the tall man.

Rúben laughed, wrapping his arms around you before speaking, “As if I’d miss out on seeing you on that runway,” his smile could almost reach his ears as he looked down at you.

While any other girl would absolutely melt under Rúben’s eyes, you always made sure to keep a respectful distance, first because you had Pedri who was your person in every possible way and second because you didn’t want to fuel into Rúben’s flirting too much. You were loving the attention, though.

“thank you! I appreciate it,” you smiled, you were happy to see him, the last time you two had hung out was a long time ago when you were modelling in England, but the Man City player always seemed to have some interest in you, even before you started going out with Pedri a few months ago.

You and Rúben have always been friendly, sure, he was always playful flirting with you, but whatever attraction you had felt for the portuguese has quickly disappeared when you met Pedri. As soon as Rúben had posted a picture of the two of you at the gala, arms wrapped around your shoulders as your hand rested on his chest, the fans and media went wild.

It didn’t take long for the fans to figure out where the location of the after party of your modelling agency took place, and while Pedri was on the phone with his manager, he couldn’t help the frown on his face when the fans a few feet away were chanting Rúben Dias’ name.

You met Pedri almost six months ago when your best friend insisted on going to a Barcelona game, and while you didn’t know much about football at the time, your interest was quickly growing when you saw the man who wore number 8. With the help of a friend of a friend, who happened to be married to one of the players, you stuck around long enough to meet them after the game and you and Pedri became inseparable ever since.

He was confused as to why in the world there were people holding Man City jerseys, chanting the name of another football player, until he checked Instagram and saw the photo that was now on every gossip page. People were speculating, asking if you and him had broken up so short after hard launching your relationship and Pedri hated that more than he liked to admit. He hated being in the spotlight with things like these but he hated even more the way Rúben fucking Dias held his arm around you.

Back inside, you were laughing at whatever Rúben had said, your head falling back and your nose scrunching in that adorable way Pedri always said he adores.

Pedri, Pedri, Pedri, Pedri, your mind repeated over and over again.

Your eyes met across the room, his brown eyes softening when your gazes locked. His eyes hid some kind of harshness in them, and you could immediately tell that there was something bothering him, and that something happened to start with an ‘R’ and end with an ‘úben’.

While it was morally wrong to fuel Pedri’s jealousy, you couldn’t help yourself and keeping your boyfriend on his toes wouldn’t hurt.

Your palm pressed against Rúben’s bicep as you leaned up to whisper something in his ear, Pedri’s eye twitching while he watched from afar, wondering what the hell you could’ve said that got Rúben smiling so brightly. He clenched the glass of whiskey harder in his hands until his knuckles turned white and for a second Pedri considered calling Gavi to help him commit murder, knowing his best friend would definitely help dig away the body.

“you’re really trying to tick Pedri off, huh?” Rúben laughed, making you chuckle and making Pedri picture his murder in graphic detail.

“he’s really sweet, I like it when he gets a bit rough and jealous sometimes,” you laughed, shaking your head at Rúben, your eyes meeting the familiar chocolate brown orbs.

“what, like, throw you to the wall rough?” Rúben raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t help the smile that spread to his lips.

“no, not like that,” you laughed knowing you were not about to discuss your sex life with Rúben, at the after party of your show.

“mi amor?” you heard the soft, familiar voice calling out for you, both you and Rúben turning to see Pedri.

He looked almost sad, and you couldn’t help the pain in your chest when you saw that disappointed glimmer in your boyfriend’s eyes which was probably because you barely got to see him after the show. The quicky in your dressing room before hitting the runway was good tho.

“can I talk to you for a second?” Pedri dragged his voice, his eyes falling from Rúben to you, not caring how rude the other football player might consider him, “alone.”

You nodded and bid Rúben goodbye, thanking him for coming. Pedri was still a golden retriever, so even if he was slightly pissed off because you paid so much attention to Rúben, he still shook his hand.

“looking forward to that friendly,” Rúben said with a slight tease in his voice, making Pedri clench his jaw, he barely recognized himself, he was never this jealous.

“I’m looking forward to rearranging your jaw—“ Pedri muttered under his breath as you and him walked away, his words caused you to laugh and hit his shoulder.

“can you not? he was nice to you,” you chuckled, stopping in a secluded spot in the gallery.

“by flirting with you all night? damn, we have different definitions for ‘nice’,” Pedri huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked you in the eyes.

Jealousy, rage and so much love and affection was in them. No matter how much you annoyed him, Pedri never seemed to be able to lash out at you and that was the greenest flag you could think of.

“you did that on purpose didn’t you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow when you smiled cheekily, your arms wrapping around his waist and your chin resting on his chest, “you’re so annoying,” Pedri mumbled when he realised all that overly friendly stuff with Rúben was an act.

“you love meee,” you chuckled, laughing at Pedri’s narrowed eyes, knowing he was either plotting your murder or thinking of how to get you back.

His lips curled into a grin, his nose rubbing against yours as he spoke against your lips, “too much, mi estrella.”

[kierantierney3]

Pedri

The one where Pedri is jealous.

Summary: In which a certain Real Madrid is always in your likes and your boyfriend gets jealous and has to show you belong to him.

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A shout of love and trouble~Jude Bellingham

The Camp Nou is packed. An ocean of blaugrana colors with a few touches of white. The atmosphere is electric, and you're there, sitting among the Barça fans, with the blaugrana scarf Pedri gave you wrapped around your neck.

Once upon a time, you would have cheered for Real Madrid without a second thought. But things change, and now you're here to support him — your boyfriend, wearing the number 8 jersey, giving his all on the pitch.

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During the first half, Barça is struggling. Real Madrid is leading, and Jude Bellingham seems unstoppable. But as he runs across the field, you notice something strange. The way he looks at you is persistent, almost... personal. You feel drawn to him, but you try to ignore it.

Pedri, however, doesn't ignore it at all. You've noticed it right away — every time Bellingham passes near you, Pedri watches him with fire in his eyes. You're starting to get worried.

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Second half. Barça is on the attack, and Pedri has the ball at his feet. But instead of looking for a pass, he does something insane. He lifts his gaze toward Bellingham, who is on the other side of the field, and without a second thought, fires a shot directly at him.

PUM.

The ball hits Bellingham right in the face. The crowd erupts in a mix of surprise and outrage. The referee runs toward Pedri, holding up a red card.

"¡No puede ser!" shouts a commentator.

Pedri doesn't protest. He turns toward the bench and walks off the field, but before sitting down, he casts one last glance at you. A glance that speaks for itself — he's furious.

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As soon as he sits on the bench, you jump up and rush toward him. You slip past security, who recognize you as Pedri's girlfriend, and stop in front of him.

“Pedri, what the hell did you do?!” you ask, breathless, your heart pounding.

He looks at you with a scowl, his hands tangled in his hair. “Did you see the way he was looking at you?”

“Yes, but you can't kick a ball in his face because of that!” you exclaim, trying to stay calm. “You’ve been sent off! Do you realize that?”

Pedri clenches his jaw, still visibly angry. “I couldn't stand the way he was staring at you. It felt like he wanted to come over and take you away from me.”

"but that doesn't mean you had to throw the ball" you blurt out

"Of course I did!" He said angrily "Look at how he stared at you all game" He got frustrated and tried to explain his point of view

"Do you have a crush on him or something" He asked you

"you realize you could have blinded him"

He got angry hearing you snort and laugh at it."Well I don't care!" He said in a frustrated tone "He shouldn't have been staring at you the whole game!"

you roll your eyes and walk away from Jude who had ice on his face "hey are you okay?"

Jude was hurt and had a mark on his face from the impact of the ball but not too serious. He smiled when you approached him.

"Yeah just a bit hurt..." He chuckled"...I guess your boyfriend doesn't like me very much"

you look at him sadly. you take the compress and help him "I'm so sorry"

He smiled slightly when he felt you pressing gently on his face"Its alright, its alright" He said to calm you down"It's not your fault... your boyfriend is definitely a little jealous"

You smile sweetly and continue to help him

Jude winces in pain occasionally whenever you apply pressure in certain spots but he doesn't mind it. He looks into your eyes and looks a bit flustered. "What should you expect though... I mean, look at you... anyone would be jealous".

You blush at the compliment "thank you" He smiles at your reaction and leans back a bit

"You're just so pretty... why wouldn't he get jealous" He chuckled and then looked at your legs, then his eyes went back up to you"And your legs... geez".

you giggle softly and continue to pass him the ice pack"you're even more attractive up close"

Jude smiled as you continue to help him"You think so?" Hechuckled a bit but winced from the pain"You're definitely more pretty... just look at you" He said looking directly into your eyes.

you look him in the eye and nod "yes I think so"

Jude looks at you, surprised that you find him more attractive then you"What are you talking about? Look in the mirror. You're gorgeous" He said in a soft voice

you giggle softly and move closer to him to help him with his wound.Jude flinches slightly as the ice comes into contact with the bruised area, but he doesn't pull away, letting you continue. Jude keeps his eyes on your face, studying the way you focus on tending to his injury."You don't have to do this, you know." He says quietly, although his tone lacks any resistance.

"but I want" you say softly and see the Real Madrid bench. "sit there so I can swab you better"

he nods silently, moving to sit on the bench as you instructed. He winces again as he adjusts to the new position, the pain from his injury still present.Jude looks up at you, watching as you continue to attend to his wound

You continue to pat gently"you played a good game and above all you scored a beautiful goal"

Jude watches as you continue to pat the wound gently, a soft sigh escaping his lips"Thanks. I was lucky, I guess." he mutters, downplaying his own performance. He wasn't used to receiving such compliments, especially from you.

Jude winces slightly as the pain flares up again, but he tries to hide it, not wanting to seem weak in front of you.

You look at him sweetly"no you're good at playing I watch the games" you say sweetly continuing to dab.

Jude ooks up at you, a mix of surprise and vulnerability in his eyes."You...you watch the games?" he asks, disbelief in his voice. He couldn't believe that you actually followed his games, let alone called him good at playing football.

smile "I support Real Madrid" you simply say

Jude looks at you in disbelief, his eyebrows raising in surprise"You support Real Madrid and yet you're dating a player from Barcelona?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You smile sweetly"yeah not a great combo, huh?" chuckle

He chuckles softly "Not at all. If the fans saw, they'd probably riot." he says, a hint of playfulness in his voice. Jude looks at you, his gaze softening as he watches you tend to his injury.

You smile sweetly and continue passing him ice "you didn't deserve that ball in your face"

Jude lets out a soft sigh, wincing as the ice comes into contact with the bruised area"Yeah, tell that to Pedri." He mutters, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I told him" whispers

he looks up at you, a hint of surprise in his eyes "You did?" he asks, although he tries to hide the fact that he is impressed by your words to Pedri

nod "yes I got mad at him" you say and move closer to him to buffer him

Jude watches as you move closer, a hint of surprise on his face, but he doesn't pull away. The distance between you two is now significantly reduced, and he can feel the heat coming off your body. He lets out a soft chuckle, a smile playing at the edge of his lips "You got mad at him? For me?" you nodded sweetly

He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable as he processes your words.Jude was not used to someone defending him, especially someone he was attracted to. Your words made him feel something he couldn't quite describe, a mixture of surprise, gratitude, and something else, something more intense"Thanks" he mutters, his voice softer than usual.

looks at him sweetly "it's the least I can do. You didn't deserve it and you're my favorite soccer player"

he looks at you, his eyes widening at your words. Your admission that he was your favorite soccer player hit him harder than he had thought it would"I'm your favorite player?" he asks, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief and...something else

Jude stares at you, his mind racing as he processes your words. He had never heard you admit that he was your favorite player before, and it sent a wave of emotions through him."Why me?" he asks, the question slipping out before he can stop himself.

You smile sweetly and sit down next to him continuing to dab the wound"for the simple fact I like the way you play and you are a good person, both on and off the pitch and I like your mentality"

Jude listens to your words, his eyes on your face as you sit down next to him and continue to help with his injury. There was a warmth in your voice that he hadn't heard before, and it made him feel something he couldn't explain."You...like my mentality?" he asks, his voice soft and laced with vulnerability. "Yes" you simply say.

Jude looks at you for a moment, his eyes searching yours as he tries to make sense of your words. He had never heard anyone speak about him with such admiration before, at least not someone he actually knew."No one has ever said that before" he mutters, the vulnerability in his voice more apparent now.

"really?" you look shocked

he nods, his eyes not meeting yours as he looks down at the ground "Yeah. Most people just care about my performance on the pitch. They don't care about my mentality or whatever."

"well I think the mentality is also very important, without that you won't go anywhere" whisper softly

Jude looks up at you, his eyes locking onto yours as you speak. The softness in your voice and the truth in your words hit him harder than he had expected"You're right. It's not just about skill or technique, it's about believing in yourself and having the mental strength to push through the tough times."

You nod and smile sweetly. Something about your smile makes his heart stutter in his chest, and he can't help but stare at you for a moment

"You know, I never expected to have such a deep conversation about football with a girl who happens to be a Real Madrid fan." he says, a hint of humor in his voice.

you giggle softly and stop dabbing with ice and caress his face.

He feels your hand on his face, and his breath catches in his throat at the unexpected touch. Your fingers are soft and gentle against his skin, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, lost in the sensation. Jude opens his eyes again, and looks at you, the warmth in your gaze makes his heart flutter in his chest."Why are you being so nice to me?" he mutters, his voice barely above whispering

You smile sweetly"well like I said before you are my favorite footballer and I respect you as a person" you say sweetly. you call the real doctor to get the cream*

he watches you, his heart beating loudly in his chest as you call the doctor. He can't believe how caring you are being, especially towards him"You...you really mean that?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity.

You nod softly "yes" you say and open the cream by putting a little on your finger

Jude watches as you open the cream and put some on your finger, his eyes fixated on your every movement"You're really going the extra mile, you know." he murmurs, a hint of awe in his voice. He had never had someone take care of him like this before.

You smile and gently rub the cream on the bruise. Jude hisses softly as the cream comes into contact with the bruise, the coldness of the ointment causing a brief pang of pain. But the feeling of your gentle touch, caressing his skin with the cream, makes him forget the pain instantly.

"Am I hurting you?" you ask softly

Jude shakes his head, a soft sigh escaping his lips"No, it's not painful. It's actually kind of...nice." he mutters, his voice soft and laced with vulnerability. The feeling of your fingers against his skin was soothing in a way he couldn't explain.

You nod and continue to massage gently. Vinicius and Kylian had come out of the locker room to see how Jude was but seeing him with you they went back not wanting to disturb.

Jude lets out a soft sigh as you continue to massage the cream into his skin, the feeling of your hands on his face making his heart flutter in his chest. He could sense the presence of Vinicius and Kylian, but he was too engrossed in your ministrations to pay them any attention.

You smile sweetly and continue to massage him with gentleness, care and precision.

Jude watches you as you continue to massage him with such care and tenderness. The look of concentration on your face as you apply the cream to his bruised skin makes his heart race, and he can't help but marvel at how gentle and sweet you are being towards him

he lets out a soft sigh, feeling a sense of comfort and security in your presence. He had suffered worse wounds in matches before, but none of them had ever felt this...intimate. He can't help but think that the pain from the injury was worth it if it meant he had an excuse for you to touch him like this

"you should be fine for the next game" you whisper softly as you continue to massage him

Jude nods, a soft smile on his lips as you whisper to him."Yeah, I think so. The cream is helping a lot." he says, his voice soft and laced with appreciation. Although, he doesn't want you to stop touching him

You smile and continue massaging him.Jude lets his eyes flutter shut as you continue to massage him, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over him. Your touch is gentle and soothing, and it's almost as if you can take away all his pain and worries with just your fingers.

He finds himself sinking into the bench, his body completely relaxed as he lets you continue massaging him. The quietness of the area, with only the sound of your soft whispers and the faint hum of the stadium in the background, creates an intimate bubble around the two of you.Jude opens his eyes slightly, stealing a glance at you. You were so concentrated on massaging him, your eyes fixed on the injury and your fingers moving with a gentle and precise touch. He can't help but think that you look beautiful like this, completely focused and caring.

Jude wonders if he’s imagining the feeling of something more than just care between the two of you. The way you touch him, speak to him, it’s all different from the other times you’ve interacted before. He doesn’t want this moment to end, but he knows that sooner or later, reality will come back and you’ll have to stop. As this thought crosses his mind, he finds himself reluctantly pulling away from you, breaking the intimate bubble surrounding the two of you. He lets out a soft sigh, not wanting to let go of the feeling of your touch.

you look at him worriedly "did I hurt you?" you whisper. Jude shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips

"No, it was nothing like that. I just didn't want to keep you for so long." He looks at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary. Jude didn't want to admit the real reason why he had pulled away, afraid of your reaction.

you soften "it's all ok it's not a bother" Jude looks at you, his heart fluttering at your words. He didn't know what it was, but something in the way you looked at him and spoke to him was making him feel things he had never felt before

"Are you sure? I don't want to keep you from anything important."

"it's all ok' whispers softly. Jude nods softly, a small smile on his lips "Okay, if you're sure."He relaxes back onto the bench, closing his eyes for a moment as he tries to find the right words to say next.

Jude opens his eyes and looks at you, his expression serious "Can I ask you something?" "Yes" you whispers softly.

He hesitates for a moment, unsure if he should ask the question that's been on his mind since you started massaging him."Why are you being so nice to me? Earlier, when the incident with Pedri happened, you defended me, even though you're a Madrid fan, and now you're tending to my injury like we're..." Jude trails off

"how?" You whisper to make him continue.Jude looks at you for a moment, contemplating his words

"Like we're...more than just friends. More than just acquaintances." he mutters, his voice soft and vulnerable, as if he's afraid of the answer he might receive.

You bites your lip "I always had a soft spot for you when I saw you play and now seeing you hurt didn't please me"

Jude looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity."A soft spot, huh?" he mutters, a hint of disbelief in his voice. He had heard fans say they had a soft spot for him before, but coming from you it felt different, more meaningful.

You smile and caress his cheek "yes"

Jude teels your touch on his cheek and his breath hitches in his throat. Your gentle caress sends a jolt of electricity through him, and he can't help but lean into your touch.

Jude feels your touch on his cheek and his breath hitches in his throat. Your gentle caress sends a jolt of electricity through him, and he can't help but lean into your touch

He couldn't hold it back anymore and reached for your waist and pulled you closer to him"...you're driving me crazy here..." He mumbled under his breath

you smile and look at him.Jude pulled your waist so close that there was just a small gap separating the two of you"You have no idea what you're doing to me..."

Jude pulled your waist so close that there was just a small gap separating the two of you"You have no idea what you're doing to me...

You without thinking you climbed onto his lap.Judewas a bit taken back by you sitting on his lap all of a sudden but smiled"You... you really don't care if your boyfriend sees this..." He chuckled.

you look at him longingly "right now I only have one thing on my mind" you whisper softly

His heart pounded quicker as you whispered to him"Oh really? And what would that be" He asked teasingly as his hand snaked its way around your waist and onto your hip.

you look at his lips.He chuckled as he saw where you were looking"What are you looking at... princess" he teased

Jude pulled you closer so that there was no space between the two of you"Are you... going to lean in first or do I have to" He said in a low voice.

Your hearing his words and kiss him passionately.He was surprised for a moment when you kissed him but quickly he wrapped his arms around you tight and pulled you closer. Jude returned the kiss"mmm..." He mumbled, enjoying the sensation of your lips on his.

He broke the kiss for a second"Ive been wanting to do that forever..." Jude mumbled.

you look at him with lust "me too" you whisper

He leaned in and started trailing kisses down your neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire on your skin"You have no idea how long I've wanted you" Jude said in between kisses, his hands moving up and down your body.

You moan and give more space on your neck .Jude takes your response as an invitation to keep going. He starts leaving love bites on your neck, his lips gently sucking and biting the skin.

He moves back to your lips and claims them in a passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you. His arms tighten around you, pulling you onto his lap. Jude groans as he kisses you, his hands slowly moving lower down your back.

He breaks the kiss for a second and looks at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. Jude presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes"I don't think I can hold back anymore..." He says in a low voice"You're driving me crazy, you know that..." Jude mumbles as his hands move to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

He presses his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes"I don't think I can hold back anymore..." He says in a low voice

"Me neither but we're outside" you whisper

Jude looks around, realizing where they are"You're right... but it's so hard to resist you" He said, his voice laced with desire

"let's go to the closet you whisper

His eyes widen slightly as he hears your suggestion, a mischievous smirk on his face"The closet...? You're really that impatient, huh?" He teased

Jude stood up, keeping his arms around you, and started walking towards a nearby door"Come on, let's go before someone catches us..."

You followed Jude and from that night you both had a secret.

[spidybaby]

Jealous Mind

Summary: Pedri gets jealous when he overhears someone saying his best friend likes you.

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content.

A/N: a little angsty and a little something for you 🤍

"Joder, you're spraying yourself with the whole bottle of perfume." Ferran says, waving his hand in front of his face.

Pedri chuckles, lifting the bottle and spraying Ferran several times. Ferran tries to fight by grabbing Pedri's wrist and taking the bottle.

"Venga, stop that." Pedri says, slapping Ferran's hand away. "Let's get out of here." He says, grabbing his stuff.

Ferran imitates Pedri, grabbing his toiletry bag. He walks happy behind his friend. Ferran was talking about this new fifa record he got.

"I'll pick Y/n, and then I'll drive you home." Pedri says, smiling at his phone. "I'm talking her out tonight."

Ferran smiles. "Someone's in love." Ferran yells, hitting Pedri's arm.

"Stop!" Pedri laughs. "We are going to crash."

The conversation went from Ferran teasing Pedri to how excited Ferran was about playing fifa and getting to beat someone's record.

Pedri was talking about this new project he has with Springfield and that he has an interview on this famous TV show in Spain.

"Hey, please text Y/n that I'm almost there." Pedri says, passing the phone to Ferran.

Ferran, of course, can not be trusted and start sending silly texts to you. Reading out loud as he writes them, making Pedri laugh.

You were waiting outside for him, and when he parked in front of you, Ferran opened the door of the passenger seat and told you to hoop up.

"You guys are dropping me off in a little bit, so it makes sense to switch now." He says, closing the passenger door and entering the car again.

"Hola, Pepi." You say, giving your boyfriend a kiss.

"Can I have a kiss too?" Ferran asks, head between the seats. His lips in a scrunched in a duck mode.

Pedri laughs, giving Ferran a hit on the head. "Sientate bien." He says, moving his attention to you, giving you another kiss. "Let's go." He says, hands again on the wheel.

You turn to Ferran, "How are you, Ferran?"

"Very good now that you are here with us, preciosa." He says, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You and Ferran have a very good relationship. He loves making jokes with you, he loves giving you advice and he loves your boyfriend, so it's the perfect friendship.

Ferran and you make conversation, Pedri answer here and there to some things you are asking to Ferran.

"We are here, tiburón" Pedri says, parking in front of Ferran's home. "I'll pick you up to get to training tomorrow."

"Adiós, ferran." You say, smiling at him.

"Adiós, platanito." He high five Pedri. "Adiós, guapa." He says, winking at you.

You waved at him as Pedri started the car. You moved your face from the window to your boyfriend.

"How are you, amor?" You ask him, taking the hand he has on the gear lever. "I missed you."

He intertwine his hand on yours, lifting it up to give it a kiss. "I missed you too. Tomorrow the training is in the evening, and that means we can spend all night together."

You smile at that, happy that you can spend time with him. You were busy with your college studies.

"I asked Fer to make us that dessert you like, and we are going to have a movie marathon."

You hug his arm carefully, happy to spend time with him. "I can't wait, Pepi."

"C'mon, guys!" Flick yells. "We are done for the day. I'll see you tomorrow."

Ferran pushed Pedri to the side as he walked into the dressing room. He turns his head back to see pedri giving him the middle finger.

The social media girl was taking a video of them for a reel. "Pidele a Ferran que envie besos." Pedri asks. (Ask Ferran to send kisses)

"Calla' hombre or I'll send your girlfriend some kisses." He says, laughing.

Pedri gave him a hit on the head. "Vete a bañar, que estas apestando." He laughs.

Pedri goes straight to the showers, leaving all the dirt and grass away. He jokes around with other players and talks with them about the game that's about to happen tomorrow.

He changes between conversations with Lamine, with Pau, with Hector. He loves those kids and loves spending time with them.

"Are you ready?" Pedri asks Ferran.

"Give me two minutes." Ferran says, still changing.

"Meet me in my car." He says, grabbing his things and walking to his car.

When he's there. He pulls the window down a little bit. Going on his phone while he waits. He hears the voice of Hector and Marc, he thought of scaring them since the car that they were using was next to his.

"No, but Ferran was right. That girl is a fucking show to the eyes." Marc says.

"Fuck, when he showed us her picture I felt I was dreaming." Hector laughs. "What he said was her name?"

"Y/n, or something." Marc says. "Fuck, to be able to follow her."

Pedri lift an eyebrow. What are they talking about?

"Bro code, Marc."

"I mean, ughh," Marc groans. "Have you seen her? She's fucking gorgeous, if I had a hall pass I would spend it on her."

Pedri was confused and offended at the same time. Why were they even talking about his girlfriend like that?

"Metete en la fila, because Ferran already said he would be the first if he has a chance." (Get in line)

"Con ese culo, I would try to skip everybody." (With that ass)

They both laugh, entering the car and going their way. Pedri feels a fury inside, he doesn't know what to do.

The passenger door opens, and a very happy Ferran joins him inside the car. Pedri breathes deeply. He's trying to calm himself.

"You okay, platanito?"

Pedri turns to him. He can't believe Ferran would be capable of talking like that about you. Not him. Not his best friend.

"Qué-" He tries to ask. "Qué te hizo tardar?" He asks, trying to act normal. (What took you so long)

"Oh, nothing." He brushed the question. "Just talking with the kiddos."

"Oh." Pedri says. "What were you talking about?"

He starts the car. Trying to act like nothing happened. He's gripping the wheel strongly.

"Just showing them some pictures I had."

The grip grows. He's trying everything not to flip. Maybe they got confused, maybe it's other girl with the same name.

Was your name that common? Maybe it was just a coincidence, maybe he didn't say those things to the boys.

"Are we picking Y/n again?" Ferran asks after a moment of silence.

"No!" He quickly says. "She's doing some projects and can't really go out."

"Oh no, say hi to her for me."

Pedri was lost the rest of the drive to Ferran's home. He was trying to order his mind. Why would Ferran say something about his girlfriend?

Especially something like that.

"Thank you for being my ride." Ferran says, hugging Pedri. "I'm getting the car tomorrow so I won't bother you."

"You don't bother." Pedri says. "See you tomorrow."

Ferran waves goodbye as he drives away. Pedri wants to go see you, even when he doesn't plan it nor knows if you are home.

He calls you when he gets to a red light. Trying to clear his mind from what he heard. The phone rings twice before you pick up the call.

"Hola, mi amor." You answer.

"Hola." He says, sighing.

"Are you okay?" You are surprised by his monotone voice. "Did something happen?"

He keeps his mouth shut for a few seconds, worrying you that something might be wrong.

"No, I just want to see you." He finally says. "Can I?"

"You don't have to ask." You chuckle. "Want me to drive to your place? I know you have a game tomorrow, and you have to rest."

"Don't worry, I'm close to your place. See you in a little bit."

He tries to understand what happened, but he can't understand or wrap his head around it. Why would Ferran say that?

He drives to your place, passing by a drive thru and getting food for the two of you. He's supposed to go home and to rest for the game, but he can't.

He walks over to the elevator, going up to the floor your apartment is in. He doesn't get why he feels nervous. Why is he the embarrassed one? Why is he the one with the guilt feeling?

"Hola, mi guapo," you say, opening the door and hugging him. "What you got in there?" You ask, separating from the hug.

"Your favorite food and some dessert for us to see a movie." He walks with you inside the apartment.

He closes the door, passing an arm around your waist. He goes straight for a kiss. Seeing you makes him feel happy.

You set up the things while he picks a movie for you to see. He helps you move the food from the kitchen to the coffee table in front of your couch.

He picked a creed movie, one of his favorites. You two make small talk as you eat and watch the movie.

He notices that you are on your phone, smiling at something and texting someone. "Attention much?" He jokes with you.

"Sorry, I'm watching a tik tok ferran send me." You say, chuckling at something.

He frowns, not wanting to think about what he overheard. He moves his arm behind you, grabbing your phone and kissing your lips.

"You look so pretty." He smiles, giving you another peck. "Did I tell you that?"

You smile, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. "Only like a thousand times." You laugh.

He humms. Smiling and resting his head into your chest. "Love you."

You hear three knocks on your door. You put the cup on the table and walk to the door. Finding your boyfriend there.

"Hola, camarón sin cola." You say, happy to see him. "Didn't know you were coming, baby."

You move to the side for him to get inside. He walks happy to your living room, stopping when he sees Ferran sitting on your couch.

"Ferran is helping me with a project." You say, walking back to your seat next to Ferran. "He's such a helpful study buddy." You hug Ferran's side.

Pedri feels his eye twitching. "What's the project about?" He asks, seating in front of you two.

"She's writing about Valencia." Ferran says. "And I'm helping her with some information my mom sent me."

You lift the papers, showing pedri that you were writing about it. "I was going to write about Tenerife, but your parents were busy, and I didn't want to seem pushy about it." You pout.

He smiles. "It's okay." He says, getting up and giving you a kiss. "I'm happy that Ferran helped you."

You nod, squishing Ferran cheek. "He's a good friend." You smile at Pedri.

Pedri was on his phone while Ferran was showing and giving you all the information. Pedri couldn't help but notice how Ferran was a little closer than he should.

He didn't make a scene. He didn't want to seem exaggerated. He feels bad for doing that, he can't help but think that maybe he heard wrong.

You two work for another hour or so. Pedri was like an eagle. He doesn't leave out every breath, every movement, and every look Ferran does.

"Bueno." Ferran says, getting up. "It was a nice experience, happy to be helpful." He says, stretching.

"Thank you, Ferran." You say, giving him a hug. "If I get a good grade, I'll invite you to lunch." You say, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I promise."

Pedri sighs, trying not to act weird about something he never found weird. "Adiós, tiburón." He says, giving him a hand shake.

He waits until Ferran exits your house. He then bugs you from the back, giving you neck a kiss. "I missed you." He says.

You giggle at the feeling of his stubble. "You've been here this whole time, Pedri."

He pouts, resting his head on your shoulder. "But you were busy with Ferran." He says in this annoyed tone.

You turn, facing him. "I'm all yours." You say, grabbing his face and smashing your lips onto his.

You feel his hands moving from your waist to your ass, lifting you but not breaking the kiss. He walks over to your room.

The kiss breaks only when he leaves you on the bed. He admires you, looking at your face. With one finger, he traces your jaw and lips.

"Eres mia." He says, more to himself than to you.

"Soy tuya, Pedri." You place your hand on the back of his neck. Bringing you closer and kissing his lips.

You finish with your makeup, adding some lip oil to your lips. "Pedri, I'm leaving." You say, closing your bedroom door.

He was watching something on your TV. Playing potato. He lifts his head to look at you. "Where are you going?" He pouts. "I thought we were ordering food."

You walk over to him, combing his hair with your fingers. "I can't, Ferran and I are having dinner, and then I'll go with my friends to the club." You smile.

"With Ferran?" He asks, sitting up from his place. "Why are you going out with him?" He asks, mad face.

You don't understand his reaction, "yes, I got an amazing grade in the paperwork." You smile, not understanding the problem. "So I promised him to take him out to eat."

"And you are going out wearing that?"

You take a look at your outfit, you are wearing a jeans mini skirt with a white tank top (the outfit) nothing you would call crazy or out of place.

"I always dress up like these when I go out." You say, obvious tone. "Why does that even matter?"

He stands up. "I'm coming with you." He says, grabbing his jacket.

You shake your head. "No, you are not." Grabbing him by the shoulders and seating him. "I'm going out with Ferran, not an unknown person. And then I'll go out with my friends."

You walk to your wood rack, grabbing your purse and keys. You were about to leave, but you feel Pedri's arm bringing you back to the couch.

"Pedri!" You whine. "What is wrong with you?" You ask, getting mad.

"I just don't think you should go out dressed like that." He says, standing in front of you.

"Joder, pero que no te estoy preguntando, Chaval!" You say, mad about the acting he's putting. (Fuck, I'm not asking you if I can)

"It's cold, you might get sick." He says, trying to excuse the real reason.

"Talk to me!" You say, grabbing his hand.

"Está frío, look at the weather app." He repeats.

You shake your head no, trying to understand his reasonings. You then think of a way of getting out of there since he didn't want to talk.

You nod, pretending to understand him. "Fine, can you bring me my jacket?" You say, smiling. "It's on the closet, left door. Then we can go."

He nods happy, walking over to your room. As soon as you notice that he enters your room. You grab your purse again and walk out the door. Locking it on your way out.

He had a key, so it didn't matter. That was just giving you time to go down to your car. You enter happy, noticing that he tries to call you, but you send him to voice mail.

You drive to the restaurant, phone ringing with the calls from Pedri. You park and grab your phone, answering his call. "Hola." You say, happy tone.

"Why did you leave me?" He asks, mad. "I told you I was going with you."

"And I told you no." You say, getting out of your car. "See you when I get back, love you." You make a kiss sound and hang up the call.

You walk into the restaurant, telling the girl at the front Ferran's last name. You see him on his phone.

"Can I sit, Mister Torres?" You ask, smiling.

"Hola, guapa." He says, getting up and hugging you. "Sit, sit."

He helps you with the chair. You order a drink and your food because you were a little late.

"How's Aida?" He asks, moving his eyebrows up and down. "I was talking to her before coming here. She told me you guys were having a girls' night."

"We do." You say, playful smile on your face. "She told me that you guys have been talking a lot."

Ferran blushes. "Don't give me that look." He says, covering his face. "I'm shy."

"You didn't sound shy last time we got out and slept at her house." You laugh, remembering what happened.

"I can play that game, too." He says, moving his eyebrows up and down. "Don't forget that time. I had a very bad sleep because someone doesn't know how to control the volume."

It's your turn to blush. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Sure, sure." He laughs at your blushed state. "Pedri remembers." He smirks, drinking his beer.

You frown. "Talking about Pedri."

"What, a new adventure you want to tell me about?"

You think if you should really tell him about what happened, but you want to know what might be triggering for him.

You tell Ferran about the incident and how he never asked you to change or to cover yourself before. You ask him if maybe he changed his attitude during training.

"He's been kind of away from me, I wanted to ask you about it." He says, thinking about the whole situation. "I thought you knew about it."

You nod, not really knowing anything of what was happening. You shake your head, moving to another topic.

Ferran and you talk about different things. One of them and the largest was about him asking you for advice on him and your friend.

"I really like her." He says, walking with you to your car. "I just hope I don't fuck things up."

"You won't." You smile, grabbing his hands and giving them a squish. "Hey, Pedri is at my place. If you have time maybe come with me so we can talk."

He nods, telling you that he will follow you on his car. You thank him, driving to your place.

On the way there, you called Pedri, who was still mad at you for leaving him there. You tell him that you will be there in a few minutes.

When you got there, Ferran and you were talking about something Aida sent him. You sent her a picture of the two of you from his phone.

Telling her that you will free him as soon as possible. You also apologize to her for not coming to your girls' night.

"Pepi" You call as you enter your home. "Pedri!"

You ask Ferran to wait for you. You walk over to your room, finding him watching a movie, mad expression on his face.

"Amor, don't be mad." You smile a little. Walking over to him and hugging him.

You feel his arms hugging you back, his warm lips kissing your head. "I'm not mad." He says. "Why are you here so early?"

"I wanted to come home to you." You kiss the top of his nose. "And I have someone who wants to see you."

He frowns, "Who?"

You separate, pulling him out of bed and out off the room. "I know I didn't give you a heads up, but we are worried about you." You say, walking to the kitchen.

"Hola, platanito." Ferran greet him.

Pedri sighs, getting mad at him for showing up at your house. "Why is he here?" He asks.

Your turn to him, astonished by his question. "Pedri, Ferran wants to see if you are okay."

"Amigo, I'm sorry if I've been so distant. I don't know what is going on, but I'm here for you." He smiles.

"I'm good, you can leave." Pedri says, turning his back and trying to walk back to your room.

You stop him, grabbing his t-shirt. "Pedro, stop acting like this. Talk to us." You say, stern tone.

Pedri combs his hair, trying to keep his cool and not snap at his friend. He just shakes his head no.

He walks over to the couch. Ferran and you follow him. You sit next to him, he has his head on his hands.

"Pedri, please talk to us." You begg him.

He lifts his head, looking mad at Ferran. "Want to know the problem?" He asks Ferran.

"Joder, que si!" Ferran says.

"Tú eres el problema."

Ferran and you look at each other. Confused look on your faces. "Pedri, what are you talking about?" You ask him.

"Este imbecil." Pedri says, bitter tone. "Le dijo a Hector y Marc que si estabas buenisima, que si tuviera una oportunidad contigo la aprovechaba." He says to you, pointing at Ferran. (This asshole told Hector and Marc that you were so hot and that if he had a chance with you, he would take it)

You turn your face to Ferran, surprised expression. "Ferran, what the fuck!" You say.

Ferran lifts his hands. "I didn't say that."

Pedri scuffs. "I heard them. They even mentioned that you showed them a picture of her and that they want to follow her just to look at her." He shouts, mad.

Ferran thinks of what happened that day. "I never talked about your girlfriend." He says, chuckling. "I was talking about her friend."

Pedri blinks, confused.

"Qué amiga?" He asks (what friend?)

Ferran takes his phone out, opens Instagram, and searches for your friend's Instagram profile. "See, even the mother fucker of Hector gave her a like on the picture I show them." He says.

"Then why did they say her name was Y/n?" Pedri asks, mad low tone.

Ferran laughs. "Because I told them her name was Y/n because I didn't want them to find her."

You then turn to him. "Is that why Hector followed me?" You ask.

"Hector, what?" Pedri asks

"I would never betray you, hermano." Ferra says, getting closer to him. "I promise."

Pedri softens his expression. "No me estas mintiendo, tiburón?" He asks, pouting. (You are not lying to me, right?)

Ferran then hits him on the head. "I would never look at your girlfriend in any sexual way. She's my friend and so are you."

Ferran throws his arms around Pedri, making Pedri lose the pout. "Enough, I'm still mad." Pedri says, getting off the hug but passing his arm around your waits. "I'm sorry, I was dumb. Sorry to you, hermosa. And to you too, Tiburon."

You understood the situation, hugging him. "Next time, please talk to us about any doubt you ever get." You say.

Pedri nods, kissing your cheek.

"Quieres quedarte, Ferran? It's late." You ask him.

He shakes his head. "No, thank you. I want to be able to sleep." He laughs, refering to the talk you two have over dinner.

You grab a pillow from the couch and throw it at him. "Go away, Torres." You say. Turning to see Pedri, who's laughing. "And you, quit it, or you'll sleep on the couch." You smile a little.

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