#pedri fan fictions

[sports-on-sundays]

Okay I figured it out !!! what if y/n is a F1 driver and she’s really close with Charles or lando and is with either Pablo , Fermin , or pedri and they get jealous of how close y/n and Charles or lando are !! And they get into an argument before the Barcelona GP and y/n thinks they won’t be there to see them race but in the end they do go and see y/n get a home podium and they make up !!

surprises in Barcelona / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x Spanish!F1 driver!girlfriend!reader - When Y/n is in a job in which she's surrounded by nineteen male, handsome hot shots nearly all near long, it's easy for her boyfriend to get a bit jealous.

Warnings: censored cuss, arguing in a relationship, screaming, communication cut off for a while

Requested?: Yes! <3

Author's Note: OMG I LOVE IT. It's kind of funny, because I have an OC much like the reader in this story, so to be honest, that's just what I imagined while writing this.

It all starts with a stupid, petty comment.

Pedri is to the point of practically begging you for some time together, since his schedule is free. But yours isn't. You tried to explain so many times that even though you're back home in Barcelona, and not in the UK, that doesn't mean you don't have work to do before the next race here in Barcelona.

Maybe you're being a bit harsh. Maybe you should sit down with your boyfriend and snuggle him a bit. Let him have you, just for a moment, just for a short break in both of your glittery sporting lives.

But if you were starting to change your mind at all, or feeling any sympathy in the slightest, it's suddenly squashed when that stupid comment comes out of his mouth.

"Yeah, I'm sure you've got a lot of work to do. Since you clearly care about your teammate more than your own boyfriend."

Your head snaps to look at him. "Excuse me? What teammate?"

His thick, dark eyebrows knit together as he comments, crossing his arms. "You know. Your teammate. The one you constantly talk about, and joke around with? You're practically flirting by now."

This is coming as a shocker to you. This is the first time Pedri's ever voiced thoughts such as these. But you clench your jaw. "I'm sorry, but I have no idea why you feel the need to bring Lando into this-"

"Because you're putting him over me! And your job! And your team!"

"No I'm not!" you snap, then taunt a bit, "Oh, is someone getting jealous?"

"I have the right to!" Pedri is starting to get angrier, and his body straightens more. "I see how you nudge him, and hug him after good performances-"

"Everyone does that! I'm not getting mad at you for hugging your teammates after a goal is scored, am I?"

"No, but that's different!"

"In what way? Just because I'm a woman?" your lip curls in annoyance. "So I'm not allowed to have sportsmanship and camaraderie with my team, just because of my gender? Just because my teammate is a man, and I'm a woman? Give me a f*cking break!"

Pedri stands up, his face reddening, and now his voice is raised as he snaps back, "It's not that! It's that you're doing all that, and not giving me any attention! You spend more time with Norris these days than you do with me!"

"It's because he's amongst me in my job! I can't really avoid him!"

"Maybe you should try separating your job from your personal life and show me some love for once! Give me back some of the energy I give to you!" he suddenly screams.

There's a few seconds of silence, but your heart feels cold as you respond, "So I'm not allowed to have friends, then? I have to give my everything to you, and only you? Well, at least Lando doesn't expect anything more from me than what I can give."

"Yeah, and that's because you're giving him so much! Why don't you consider me?"

"Why don't you consider me?" you suddenly yell, before slamming the door of his flat shut and leaving, your head spinning with irrational thoughts.

Lando isn't just your teammate. He's also your friend. And a good friend, at that. But you figure it's hard for anyone who really knows Lando not to like him.

Now he catches you in the McLaren garage, before the first practice session of the Barcelona Grand Prix weekend. It's been a week since the argument with Pedri, and over that week, your conscience has been killing you. You tried to text him twice, but didn't get a response, and you're too nervous to call, because you don't want to face the fact that he could just decide not to pick up.

But your heart and head are aching, and clearly it shows on your face, because suddenly you feel a friendly slap on your back as Lando says, "It's your home race weekend, Y/n. Look a bit more alive!"

You shrug and force a smile. "I know. Just got some things on my mind."

"Something bad happen?" he inquires, his eyebrow cocking up a bit.

"Not really," you shrug.

As if reading your mind, Lando asks, "Will your boyfriend be able to make it this weekend?"

This question makes your head swarm.

Will he? I mean, if he's ignoring me now, why would he bother to come to the Grand Prix?

Maybe he's too busy for me, like I was for him.

You swallow as you feel a pang of guilt deep in your chest.

"Uh, I don't know... I don't think so," you say, clearing your throat.

Lando continues looking at you expectantly with big eyes, as if thinking you're going to elaborate on that. But when you don't he says with a little frown, "Well, why not? He lives in Barcelona." Lando is, obviously, aware of which famous football player is your boyfriend.

You shrug a little. "It's a long story, to be honest. But I'm fine, Lando. Don't worry. Besides, I think the best thing right now is to just focus on racing, you know?"

Lando nods slowly, not seeming fully convinced, but says, "Alright, then. Whatever you think."

You nod as he gives you another reassuring slap on the back and walks on.

You sigh.

Just have to switch my brain off into racing mode. See all those Spanish fans cheering me on.

I've got all of McLaren, including Lando, backing me.

And I've got all of Spain, except for maybe Pedri González, my own boyfriend, backing me, too.

When you get into that car, it's like the world stops moving. In all three practices, and then in qualifying. There's no worrying about jealousy, relationships, or public image. All there is is you, the car, the speed, and the other cars you, ultimately, need to beat.

All there is is the wind, the throttle, the limits you're pushing to break past.

The speed.

It's why you love racing.

You finish qualifying in fourth, and when Lando sees you in the garage, he gives you a high five and a friendly half-hug before saying, "Starting 3-4 for the race. Good job."

You smile and nod. "Thanks. You know how it is, though." You can tell he's just trying to cheer you up. He's not actually this estatic about starting in third and fourth.

"Yeah, yeah," he nods, putting on his cap. "But, hey." He makes eye contact with you. "Maybe your boy will show up for the race, at least?"

You shrug, looking down and respond simply, "Maybe." You doubt it.

You're sure you'll make it up. The next time you see him, you'll fix everything. Apologize, and explain.

It just kind of sucks that this had to all go down right before one of the few races on the calendar that Pedri can actually make it to. Your home race.

Before the race, you text Pedri.

It's left on sent, just like the other two.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" you demand to Lando, who is basically walking around the paddock like a smug little contained jar of sunshine and rainbow, being cheeky because clearly he knows something no one else does.

You know the bratty look in his eyes.

He seems to find a ridiculous amount of pleasure in this question from you as he comments, his voice drawn out in a sing-song tone, "Nothing..."

You roll your eyes and tease, "What, some cute girl asked you out? Or, what, you heard Red Bull talking about some kind of terrible problem with their car? Or, what, you overheard the full and complete ultimate strategy of Ferrari in order to take us down?"

Lando's grin grows. "All of those things would be pretty great, but unfortunately, none of them are true. Simply, nothing at all is different," he comments, like the complete and utter dork he is.

How could Pedri ever think I'd chose this loser over him? you ask yourself in rueful disbelief.

"Alright, then don't tell me!" you say with a shrug, showing you really aren't going to waste any more energy with him.

"Good, because otherwise I might slip the secret!"

At this, your eyebrows furrow, but when you glance back at Lando, he waves his hand and adds, "You'll figure it out soon enough."

For a while, you ponder on what Lando could have been talking about, but soon you're putting on your helmet, and forgetting everything.

Because you have a chance to podium at your home race, and you intend to do it.

So you pull out on track. Drive the formation lap, entering the zone, letting everything but racing slip from your mind.

Feeling the pounding of your heart and the pulsing adreniline.

And then, before you know it, it's-

Lights out, and away we go!

"So, what place is that, then?" you question over the radio in the last lap.

"Uh, that's P2, Y/n. P2," comes the response back.

It hits you. "What? I didn't even know!" you laugh high, actually so shocked. "When did that happen?"

You hear your engineer laugh and say, "Do you want the whole run down of the race right now, or later?"

You laugh to yourself as you see the chequered flag waving ahead. "And Lando?"

"Uh, Lando go P3," answers your engineer.

"Wait, really? No way! Oh, yeah, I guess so, if I got P2!"

"Well, I'm starting to doubt you even drove the race, but if you did- great job today. That's a double podium for the team and some great points. Enjoy the podium."

You laugh to yourself and say, "I could only do it because of all the home fans cheering me on. The crowd is great!"

"Oh, and that's driver of the day, too."

"Yes! Vamos, baby. Great job, everyone, and thanks to everyone who voted for me."

When you get out of the car and flip up your visor, your heart is already pounding in your chest. Lando high fives you, and then gestures to the McLaren team, ready to greet their two drivers at the finish line.

But you can see the cheeky grin still lingering from before in Lando's eyes, and now you can see exactly why.

"Pedri?!" you scream with a (quite terrible) voice crack. Immediately you run to him, and he grabs you, taking you into his arms as you feel a couple hands from your teammates patting your shoulders and helmet in congratulations.

Pedri kisses your helmet, right where the little Spanish flag on it is. He's grinning, and says, right to you, "I'm so proud of you. And I'm sorry- I wanted it to be a surprise."

You grin and respond, "We can talk stuff over right now. Right now, I've got champagne to spray, no?"

Pedri grins back and nods in agreement. "Go for it."

In the cool down room, you corner Lando and snap, "So that's what you were being so smug about! Had you seen Pedri before the race?"

Lando grins and nods, sitting down in Max's P1 chair, not caring. "Yeah. He told me not to tell you about him being there. A surprise."

"He can speak enough English to tell you that?" You've, obviously, always just spoken to him in Spanish.

Lando chuckles and says, "Well, enough."

On the podium, when you pop the champagne, you spray it at Lando, and Lando sprays it back at you and Max. Adreniline and joy fills you as you then take a swig from the bottle and rub the stinging champagne from your eyes, feeling the wetness of it all over you.

Once you've gotten off the podium and are back in the garage, you spot Pedri, and immediately run to him. You wrap your arms around him and kiss his cheek, and say right away, "I'm so sorry, Pedri."

He hugs you back, but doesn't respond.

"I've been feeling so terrible about what happened all week... And then with the silent treatment, too..." You sigh. "I should have given you some time. I could have spared even fifteen minutes, and it would have been good for both of us. I was such an idiot, putting my own thing above you. And even if I had so much to do I couldn't spare some time for you, it was things I could still work on with you. I'm sorry. I was just being a petty idiot, and there's no reason for it."

Pedri hugs you tighter, and as you speak, it feels like there's a weight being lifted off your chest. But now it's Pedri's turn to let off the weight on his chest. "It's okay... I... I forgive you. Thank you. But I was an idiot, too. It's just... I know Norris is your friend, and I don't want you to stop having friends. It just hurts when I know you see him more than you see me. But I shouldn't have even implied you would intentionally put him over me. I'm just... It's hard not to get jealous, but I need to get better. Just... it'd be nice if you... well... if you can help it, don't constantly be hugging him and stuff, you know? But over all, I was an ass, and I'm sorry. I just took my jealousy and anger out when you said you were too busy- That was wrong of me. I'm sorry for not responding to your texts, too... The first few days, I was still too stuck in my thoughts to, but then I had the idea to surprise you at the Grand Prix, and... Well, were you surprised to see me?"

You smile softly, wholeheartedly accepting his apology and understanding his point of view much more after having a week of thinking and stressing over what had happened. But now you respond, "I was perfectly surprised. I'm so glad you came, Pedri, to see me..." Now you're beaming at him.

He grins back, stroking your cheek. "I'd never, ever miss my amazing racing girlfriend's home race!"

"I know, but..."

He comments, "It was an amazing drive. For you and Norris."

"Oh, quit calling him 'Norris'! He's my friend, which means he's yours, too, whether you like it or not!"

Pedri chuckles but accepts it. "Alright, alright. But now- am I allowed to treat Miss P2 to something sweet?"

"What do you have in mind?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He smirks and says with a wink, "It's a surprise. Are you okay with a second one for today?"

You laugh a little, but nod. "I don' know if anything could be better than simply the surprise of seeing your handsome face, but I suppose another surprise would be good."

"Alright, good. But first-" he leans in closer and says softer, "Don't I get a kiss from my little winner?"

You roll your eyes and say, "I'm neither little or a winner, not today."

"Ah, but you're little compared to me," he comments, referring to you being shorter than him, "and you've certainly won my heart."

"Ah, you're so cliché!" you snap, but lean in, cupping his cheeks, and give him a passionate post-race kiss.

[futbolfanficpunk]

Poly with Pedri and Gavi

Players: Pablo Gavi and Pedri Gonzalez Headcanon about the start of a Polyamorous relationship with Gavi and Pedri, about 3 months of it. Warning; Fluff and Smut headcanon, non-monogamous relationships Author's note: Started as a plain headcanon but then I just had really clear ideas about everything that would happen and decided to share them here as well.

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-You started hanging out with Pedri first although you met them at the same time. -Pedri's the biggest flirt of the two. He asked for your number while Gavi followed you on Instagram and DMed you. -Gavi third wheels at some of your hangouts with Pedri. Pedri wants to get to know you a bit before officially asking for a date but gives you compliments and finds excuses to touch you when you're talking.

-Gavi smiles at you a lot but plays the silent yet friendly type before you got to know him better. He talks a lot once he feels comfortable around you. -You tell Gavi, not Pedri, first that you're Polyamorous. His reaction is to ask what it means and is dumbfounded once you explain. -Pedri's reaction to you being poly is "That's cool" with eyes wide open. -Gavi hints that he likes you, and likes to grab your pinky finger with his when you're alone but backs off whenever Pedri is around

-You make out with both of them in front of each other, on a bet from a friend at a house party. You start with Pedri and then Gavi. You had not kissed either of them before, and neither of them protested, you took it as your opening to later propose to date both because you honestly, like both of them. -Pedri says yes right away, Gavi says he has to think about it but texts you two days later that he's okay with poly-dating -Pedri goes out with other girls casually, but always hangs out with you the most. Gavi doesn't date anyone else for now. -Pedri teaches you how to play FIFA on PlayStation and likes restaurant and beach dates. Gavi teaches you how to play football and likes to go shopping with you. They both like to hang out at your flat too, they like its quirky style. -They talk about you when you're not around but never about what happens on their dates with you in detail. -Pedri likes to Facetime and Whatsapp you with funny stickers and Gifs while Gavi is big on texting every day to tell you everything he has done although he doesn't mind calls or video calls if you're the one initiating them. -Pedri's makeout sessions are long and sensual, knows how to take advantage of his plump lips. Happens a lot in his car when he's dropping you off at your place or when he is saying goodbye by the door. -Gavi likes to snuggle and kiss your neck, collarbone, and shoulders, and always leaves a hickey on the same spot when the last one fades. Is always touching your ass and puts his arm around you when you walk together. He is needy for physical attention -Even though you've made out and done some heavy petting before the first time you and Pedri have sex it starts with him playing with your clit over your panties (you're wearing a short skirt) while you both play PlayStation to make you lose. You tell him he has to pay for cheating. You climb onto his lap, kiss him passionately, and command him to get his cock out. He smirks and pulls down his joggers to give you his already hard member. You ride him and can't keep away from his mouth and tongue. He helps you to go faster by holding onto your hips, and barely makes noises or moans except when he's close to coming. He then pushes you down to the sofa to fuck you while you lay down and pulls out to finish on your stomach, you both laugh when some of his cum lands on and in your nose. He makes out with you after sex and always does after your first time. He loves to watch you cum and is a pleaser in the bedroom, you love to ask for him to pull out and finish on you.

-Before your first time Gavi and you have only dry hump while making out, and you've given him a blowjob. Sex with Gavi for the first time comes after you ask him what is his body count while you're at your place. You jokingly call him a slut, and he swears it's all recently because he didn't have much luck before. You ask if he didn't mind adding one more, while you caress his thigh right next to his cock, and he gets a hard-on instantaneously. He pulls you in to kiss you and slips his tongue into your mouth right away. He turns you over to take off your pants and underwear, touches your pussy from behind, and praises you for how wet you are already. He pushes his cock in standing doggy style while you are still in the kitchen holding on to the counter, and after you're both moaning loudly he stops to ask you for a condom and to go your room so he can see you under him while he finishes inside you as he touches your clit to make you cum while in tabletop position. Sex with Gavi is so good to satisfy both your praise kink and your submissive side.

-Pedri plays it cool but gets super jealous of any other people that aren't Gavi, he gets mad when other guys or girls hit on you because they don't have his approval or permission. He never says anything but you can tell he's bothered.

-Gavi doesn't get jealous because he knows you'll always tell him what's going on with other people. He trusts you.

-Gavi is playful and sweet outside of the bedroom and has grown to like playing with your collection of old-school board games when he comes over.

-Pedri is cool and confident and likes it when you're around even if you don't do anything, like laying by the pool with you on warmer days. -Gavi is the first one to say he loves you. He says it the first time you stay over for two days at his place, you nod and smile and say "you're so cute, you know", you're not ready to tell him "Te amo" back but you say "Te quiero"

-Pedri gives you expensive jewelry gifts that scream "gifting is my love language" but never says anything other than praises like "Eres tan bonita", "Que sexy eres" , "Me encantas, sabes?" or borderline friendship classic "Te quiero" but never "Te amo" or "Te adoro".

-Two months into dating them, you have your first and only threesome with them. Happens after you all hang out together all day long on one of their two-days off mid-week after a victory stints with Barcelona.You only hug, peck kiss and caress either of them all day. You all end the day getting really drunk on wine at Gavi's place. You all joke around and listen to music. Later, Gavi decides he wants to snuggle with you while you all watch TV on his couch, and he starts kissing your shoulder at random. Pedri looks over, stares at you and reaches for your hand to interlace it with his. You look at Pedri and blow him a kiss. He moves over to you to kiss you, you kiss him back and end up making out while Gavi whines "Not fair, yo quiero!" in a slurred voice. You separate from Pedri to kiss Gavi while you run your hand through his hair. Pedri reaches into your pants and touches you under your panties, while you moan into Gavi's mouth, the alcohol has taken all of you three's inhibitions away. Gavi starts touching your breasts and says "Let's go to my room, now", stands up and pulls you. Pedri lets go of you and looks at you both walking away from him, you call him "Pedri, come with us, por fa". He follows you. Once in Gavi's bedroom, you undress Gavi while Pedri undresses you and himself after. You spent the night kissing each other, and their bodies, the boys don't really touch each other but they talk to each other when they want to move you or change positions, they take turns fucking you and whoever is not putting their cock in your hole has their cock in your mouth. It's obvious they are turned on by what's happening. You think this is the highlight of the year and can't stop moaning from the pleasure, they make you cum twice. Pedri finishes on your buttcheeks, while Gavi asks you to swallow his load. You all fall asleep together on Gavi's bed after you make out with each one and snuggle with them after having sex.

-Pedri leaves early, before Gavi or you wake up and leaves a note, "Family day, can't stay. Te quiero". You spend the day with Gavi -Next training day, Gavi gets a ride from Ansu. They both laugh when they see each other at Ciutat Esportiva. Pedri tells Gavi while walking to the locker room at the end of training "That's never happening again" while Gavi nods and blushes to say "Agreed". For Pedri some things are better not shared. -Gavi is the first one to question if the polyamorous relationship has to be permanent, 2 weeks away from your three months mark of going out. You tell him he needs to see other girls if needs to because you're not monogamous. He nervously agrees.

-Gavi starts dating a girl who's friends with Ferran's girlfriend and decides to stop seeing you after three dates with her -You cry when Gavi tells you he wants to be exclusive with his new girl, but tell him you respect his decision not to date anymore and that you would like to stay friends. You are way more into him than you wanted to admit, the tears told on you. He says he's sorry, kisses your forehead, and holds you until you calm down.

-Pedri consoles you when he learns that you are upset about Gavi, and finally tells you that he's falling for you but he doesn't want a serious relationship at the moment, he caresses you while talking. He wants to keep dating around and be with you. He reminds you of everything he likes about you, so you don't think he's rejecting you. You tell him it's fine because that works for you too. You hug him for a long time. You make love that night, and it's very intimate with extra time spent on foreplay, and when he gives it to you he's holding your hands and kissing you. He screams "Joder, Y/N" when he finishes while you suck him off, you swallow all he has put in your mouth and confess "Te adoro, Pedro Gonzalez" while he still shakes with pleasure. -Pedri sends you flowers the next day with a note that says "Thank you for being so amazing and understanding. Te adoro"

-A week after what would be your 3-month mark of dating, Gavi calls you after training. He misses you a lot. He says he wants to see you. You inquire about his new relationship and he explains that it's nothing serious, just casual, and he doesn't see it lasting much more. You tell him he can come over if he wants to hang out since you don't have any plans tonight. He comes over that night, and you barely talk for 10 minutes before he is kissing you and pulling you in by your ass. He wants you and you're happy that he does. You have crazy, loud, and long make-up sex. "I could do this for hours" he says while panting. He makes you cum three times, and on the last one cums into his condom at the same time as you. He spoons with you naked afterward and whispers in your ear "Can we get back together, please?" while half asleep "Te amo". You answer back in a whisper "Me too" before falling asleep.

-Pedri makes fun of Gavi at training after you tell him you're dating again. "Couldn't stay away, ah, cabrón?" Gavi flips him off, softly punches him, and gives Pedri a shy smile, "No".

[schvmacher47]

Rumour Has It (Pedri x artist! protagonist)

part 1!

view part 2 here ;)

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summary: Being dragged along to the studio of Sira's favourite artist, Pedri never thought he would find himself falling in love with this place or even the owner... He quickly found himself looking forward to hearing about the process of the commission his friend placed, dropping by after practice to pick up Ferran's commission and place his own, just to get another reason to see Ana again. [...]

It was a warm, bright day in early February, the clock was about to hit four in the afternoon. Ana's pants and the sleeves of her sweatshirt were covered in old, dried-off paint. She stared at the blank canvas in front of her, twisting the big paint brush between her fingers. The white canvas slowly but surely blurred with the curtained window front of her studio.

Ana sat with her back to the front door. It was a quiet day, not many people found their way into one of Barcelona's many, narrow, secluded alleys. And if they did, it was only with a certain goal in mind.Whether it was to take photos of the picturesque alleys, to go to one of the cosy cafés, restaurants or bars, or to visit her studio.

But it wasn't one of those days. And that was okay. She found the peace and quiet extremely pleasant. A welcome change from the stressful city and university life.

Sighing, Ana dipped the brush into the brown acrylic paint diluted with water. The liquid paint dripped onto the floor when she applied the brush to the canvas and spread the paint over a large area.

The former white of the canvas disappeared, the canvas was now tinted in a light brown colour. Satisfied with the new starting position, Ana reached for the magazines beside her and tore up article after article. She dipped another brush into the container filled with glue and began to randomly paste the torn articles on the canvas.

She did what she did best, let her creativity run wild. The randomly placed newspaper articles created a new depth to the canvas, creating the perfect starting point for an abstract portrait.

Even though art was a passion that required patience, patience was exactly what Ana never had when it came to waiting. Spending hours working out details on paintings? No problem. Waiting for the thin layer of paint and glue to dry? Big problem. That's why she always had a hairdryer at hand, in most cases she didn't want to deal with her impatience - The hairdryer thus became her little helper, speeding up the drying process in no time. She loved it, so she didn't lose any time and could start almost immediately with the actual sketch.

Lost in her thoughts, Ana let her pencil run over the canvas, and the initially confused lines quickly formed the shape of a female face. Carelessly, she dropped the pencil back into the bowl on her cart, which she now pulled towards her. The three-tier Ikea trolley looked like one big mess - or even a battlefield. The once white paint was adorned with colourful blobs of paint - oil and acrylic - apart from the new aluminium foil on the top surface - a kind of improvised colour palette. The lower two floors were crammed with paint tubes, sorted by oil and acrylic paint despite the chaos, containers of thinner for the oil paints and all the brushes.

Soft music accompanied the calm atmosphere in her studio as she mixed different acrylic colours and diluted them with water. The paint dripped again, on the floor, trousers, sleeves, as she spread the liquid paint with a soft brush along her sketch and on the newspaper articles.

Without a precise idea, she taped random spots on the canvas and exchanged her soft brush for a large spatula, which she generously covered with white and red acrylic paint and dragged it across the canvas.

The clock was about to hit five in the afternoon when Ana reached for the hairdryer again to dry the acrylic paint faster when she heard the door to her studio open. She rolled up her sleeves and fixed her hair before rising and walking towards the two young men that had just entered the studio.

»How can I help you?« she asked with a friendly smile on her lips. The taller of the two began to speak. »I would like to commission a painting.« – »Sure, would you like to sit down over there to discuss the details?« He nodded in agreement and dragged his buddy with him to the table in the corner.

»What do you have in mind?« she asked as she also sat down at the table and crossed her legs. She pulled a sketchpad and pencil from a drawer, placing the utensils on the table in front of her. »The whole thing is supposed to be a gift for my girlfriend, I brought you some pictures to use as templates...« He told her, spreading out some printed photos on the table. The photos showed a young woman with her horse.

»Sira adores your work! She's been talking non stop about wanting a painting of yours for ages...« he finally continued. »Oh, I'm glad to hear that.... Looking at these photos, I think we have two options here, option one would be, we keep it completely realistic, no frills, just a realistic oil painting. Option two would be a mixed media version...« She explained, meanwhile feeling the interested gaze of the other man, who had remained quiet until now, on her. »Mixed media is what?«, the aforementioned man inquired. »Mixed media is, as the name suggests, a work of art made from many different media.«

»Well, if you're saying that Sira loves her art style, then this 'mixed media' thing would probably be the best choice, right?« – »Gee, you do have brains, Pedri. Who would have thought.« – »You obviously didn't think of it yourself. At least one of us can think straight...« Ana grinned in amusement as she overheard the conversation. »I think your friend is right.« – »Ferran.« – »I think he's right, Ferran. I'd go for the mixed media version too.... Especially if she likes the style as much,« Ana said with a grin.

»I'd trust the female advice if I were you, Ferran« – »Are you questioning my decision-making ability when it comes to gifts for my girlfriend right now?« – »No, I'm just saying that you should trust the female intuition, I guess she knows what she's recommending,« Pedri gestured wildly to clarify his statement. »I can also just make a sketch and then you can still decide...« – »That sounds great, let's do it that way.«

Ana picked up her pencil, immediately starting a sketch of one of the photos that Ferran brought along. Whilst her main focus was now on the sketch, she still continued her questions regarding the painting. »How big do you want the canvas to be?« – »There's literally no need to ask Ferran that, out of all the people I know, he's the one with the worst spatial imagination.« Ana raised her head, the sketch suddenly not as important anymore. Pedri looked at his friend from the side, a wry grin on his face. Ferran just shook his head. »That's so not true!« »Oh yeah? May I remind you of the Christmas tree which was way too tall for your apartment? Or the wardrobe, which didn't fit through the front door?« – »There was literally no need to bring that up.« Ana grinned as she overheard the conversation.

She continued to run the pencil in her hand across the piece of paper, the lines slowly forming an image of the reference photo. »Sounds like a problem we can solve in no time...How about we finish setting up the order portfolio and then look at different canvases with different dimensions?« Both young men nodded in agreement, leaving Ana satisfied working on the final touches of the sketch.

»You know, this is just insane, right?« – »What?« – »This!«, he pointed at the sketch. »You did this in what? Barely five minutes.« Ana just shrugged. »It's my job, it would be very inconvenient if I wasn't able to sketch this quickly.« she mumbled and quickly put her pencil away, being satisfied with the outcome of the sketch. »So I'm right in thinking, that I'm doing a painting based on this sketch?« Ferran simply nodded, being at a loss of words.

Ana took a folder from the shelf behind her. Rummaging in her drawer, she took a ballpoint pen and started filling out her portfolio template. »Since we already have the sketch and reference photos, I'd only need your name and the date by which you need the painting. We'll discuss the price later, once we've decided on the size of the canvas.«, Ferran nodded in agreement, still having a surprised look on his face.

»It'd be great if I could pick the painting up by the end of March.« »Should we agree on the 29th?« – »That's perfect.« Ana nodded and noted the date down. »For how long have you been doing this?« »What?« – »Painting. When did you start?« – »There are photos of me painting at just the age of two, so probably even long before I could really talk. My parents told me that I'd always wanted to destroy the house... As far as I know they had to paint at least a few walls white again after I've decided to paint on them..« – »Sounds a lot like us, don't you think Ferran?« – »The destroying the house part definitely!« A wide grin spread across his face. »Care to explain?« »You don't know?« Both young men looked surprised at her. »Am I supposed to?« – »Given the fact that you live here in Barcelona, I'd say yes. At least the majority of women around your age would definitely know who we are.«, Ferran explained. »That sounds very...cocky.« – »Believe me, I wish it was different...« Pedri shook his head. »You can't have it all I guess..« – »Well I think there are a lot of guys who would enjoy all the female attention you apparently get.« – »I know, but that's just not the point of being a professional footballer...« – »Oh yeah right, I think I know who you are... At least if you're the guys my sister's boyfriend keeps talking about. And that one guy that looks like he could still be in highschool, supposedly forming the new greatest duo of all time with you, just like Xavi and Iniesta once were... I'm not much of a football fan though. Actually I’m one of those who just watches it when it's the Euros or the World Cup, so it's just what I picked up from my soon to be brother in law.« She explained, remembering how Catalina and Carlos had dragged her along to the group stage matches of the Spanish national team in Seville.

Ana just shook her head, twisting her ballpoint pen between her index and middle finger. She indeed never has been really into football, just then recognising the two young men that have found their way into her studio from all the billboards. »So your full name is?« – »Ferran Torres García.« – »Alright, we’re all set. I’d say we can have a look at the canvases now.« Ana quickly tidied up her desk, putting the order portfolio neatly away into her drawer, before she stood up and indicated them to follow her.

»I would probably opt for a rectangular format, as it kind of stretches out the painting rather than compromising it. Which is great in this case, as a square format would just compress it, it wouldn’t look great.« Ana explained, while she led the two men to her hidden storage room. »Now coming back to the spatial imagination, do you have an idea of how much wallspace you want to cover?« she asked, while she already picked out a few canvases she in general always recommended to clients. »I took a photo, we have this wall in our hallway, pretty empty so I figured we could put it there.« said Ferran, unlocking his phone to show Ana the photo he took of his hallway. She had a quick look at it, immediately getting a feeling for the space that should be covered. »How about something like this?« she grabbed a canvas from her storage shelf, putting it on her spare easel. »This is 1,40 metres wide and 1,20 metres tall. Normal wall height is at least 2,50 metres, so it’s not taking up too much space, while still covering up the empty space without being too bulky. « »Sounds… great?« – »I told you he has literally no idea!«, exclaimed Pedri from the other end of the small storage room. He had subconsciously moved off to the other hand and found himself looking at paintings which Ana had stored for her next exhibition. Still amazed by the works of art he’d just seen, he slowly returned, slightly shaking his head in disbelief.

»This is just insane…«

[nemiepaezgavira]

Loving Your Everything

Chapter 5

"She slipped on water", Gavi said dismissively.

"You can't expect me to believe that, be serious", Pedri pushed, a certain edge in his voice. Gavi noticed it.

"Why're you so pressed about it?", He asked.

Pedri walked to the bed, standing in front of me. "Bro, 16 cameras just captured your kiss, aren't you concerned about your reputation? You know how they can literally tear you to pieces right?". He looked at me, "And you? Don't you have anything to say for yourself?". "Why should she have to say anything?", Gavi intervened, "We kissed, a few people saw it. And so what? I'm not a kid, Pedri, I have the right to have a personal life. Outside of football".

Pedri sighed in exasperation, a vein popping out on his forehead, displaying his irritation. "It really was accidental. See, the water's still there", I explained, pointing at the spilled water. "He'd fallen off the bed, and well, seeing as how I'd hit him before, it was my fault, I was just trying to help him". My words seemed to be taking some effect, because Pedri's vein soon disappeared. "It's not like I'd want to kiss her anyway", Gavi mumbled. My head snapped back to him. His arrogant expression made me want to choke him for a minute.

"Don't mind him", Pedri said, rubbing my back. I shrugged. These things usually didn't affect me anyway. "I should get going, I need to get some coffee".

"I can come with you", Pedri offered. He was literally the sweet guy I'd ever met.

"Why?", Gavi questioned, narrowing his eyes. "Do you guys have something going on? My God, is that why you were so mad about that kiss, isn't that right Pedri?".

"You need to shut up before I knock you into a coma, I swear to God, don't push my buttons", Pedri replied, irritation dripping from his tone. "I need to get some things too", He explained, turning to me. I nodded, walking to the door.

"Hello? I'm a patient?! Isn't it your job to ask me what I want?", Gavi yelled. Pedri rolled his eyes. "Yes, my dear sick patient, what would you like from the vending machine?".

"A coke with respect would be well appreciated"

"Yeah whatever", Pedri smiled, before shutting the door behind him.

I smiled internally. Their brotherhood wasn't just for the cameras on field. "You two seem close", I remarked. "Kind of..yeah...I mean, with the way he is, in the pitch, I mean, he needs someone to chaperone him", Pedri laughed, "But yes, we are close".

 I nodded

"So, tell me about yourself, we didn't have the time for that earlier", He said, pressing the elevator button down to the ground floor. "Well... there's not much to know about me", I replied, as the elevator began moving. "Family..?", He persisted.

"I don't like to talk about them", I answered, my tone telling him to shut up.

"Sorry"

The rest of the elevator ride grew awkward after that, with him talking about random things at time to try and diffuse the situation. It seemed like an eternity before the doors finally opened and we stepped out, walking to the cafeteria. Quickly buying the things we needed, we began to walk out.

"Pedri?! Is that Pedri?!! Those people really didn't lie!!"

Pedri froze. I looked ahead. A group of girls were squealing and pointing at a random guy who had his back turned on them. "We need to run".

And so we ran.

I followed him like Mary's lamb, not seeing where we were heading, as the surroundings blurred, with me trying to follow him right. I couldn't keep up with my footballer companion and that was the day I realized how unfit I was. By the time we stopped, I was wheezing. When my head finally stopped spinning, I looked around. We were in a parking lot. "I think we should get going, this place isn't safe for tonight", He said taking out his phone. "Wh-ere?", I gasped. "You'll see".

An Uber arrived a few minutes later. "Hotel?", The driver asked, obviously knowing Pedri. "What? We can't just-"

'But we can, and we need to. After those pictures go viral, I assure you, you will get attacked by groupies, so unless you're planning to get your face scratched by a group of angry obsessive girs, I suggest you come with me". "But Gavi...?". Pedri's face fell. "And I've got my friend too, William will wonder about my whereabouts", I added. "Text your friend, I'll explain the situation to Gavi, he'll understand. In fact, you know what? Sit inside, I'll call him, okay?".

I agreed, getting into the car.

"It's not easy dating a famous lad, is it?", The driver chuckled.

 "What?"

" Don't be shy, I understand it all", He continued, "But he's a good guy, never seen him with a girl before".

"I think you've misunderstood", I replied.

"Don't think I'm dumb, girl, I've been driving people since taxis were introduced, I've seen all types of people and I know what they're doing and feeling, even if they try to hide it, I do".

"Well, you've got it wrong about me"

"About you, not him"

Before I could ask him what he meant by that, Pedri returned. "Let's get going", He said, putting on a mask.

"Is everything okay", I asked.

He was breathing heavy, like he was angry and his mask made it harder for me to make out what he was thinking of. "Pedri, you're sweating, are you okay?".

He nodded.

I could see the driver eyeing us in the rear view mirror

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Nothing's Going On -P.G

Warnings: A bit of mature content, nothing too explicit (IT'S SAFE FOR EVERYONE TO READ)

Summary: Your boyfriend catches you reading fan fictions of him and teases you about it

It had all started as a joke. You knew your boyfriend's fangirls wrote some fictions about him (You knew because you also read in your 1D times, Niall Horan's and Louis Tomlinson's fanfic, you could imagine). One day, you were chilling around watching IG when you stumbled with a reel

It had said *POV: Imagine your boyfriend Gavi braging to his mates about you* and there was this video of him talking with Pedri, Balde and Ansu while the author of this edit, edited what they were saying with subtitles underneath.

You awed, it was cute.

Have you heard that saying curiosity killed the cat? Well, that was you at your best moment.

You went in your laptop and opened Google, by the tags on that video you decided to put in the browser *Pablo Gavi x Reader*. Tumblr inmediately appeared with a hundreds of blogs.

You created an account x and started reading.

You gotta admit, these girls had their imagination on the highest level, inventing these amazing stories, backgrounds, edit along with everything else... And you couldn't even know how to start a simple essay

You laughed at some stories, you fell in love with the majority, you felt lust while reading others, hell you even cried with the heartbreaking ones, or what they liked to call Angst. You even found a PEDRI X READER X GAVI POLY

"These girls are crazy in the greatest way ever" You murmured shaking your head

Being on your world, you didn't noticed when your boyfriend came home from his training and was crunched down behind you

"What are you reading?" You heard his voice ask right next to your ear as you yelled out scared

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL-? PABLO!" You shut your laptop down as your hand went to your chest "YOU ALMOST GAVE ME AN ATTACK"

"You're reading fictions about me?" He asked with a smile as you looked at him dead in the eye

"...No" Your doubting tone made him laugh a little

"Why are you doing that?"

"OK, I WAS READING FANFICTIONS ABOUT YOU! IN MY DEFENSE... Your fans are really skilled and lots of them like our relationship" You nod

"Is that it?" He asked laughing

"Ok, an edit appeared in my IG feed so I saw it and curiosity got the best of me. I have spent the whole afternoon reading these things, they're fucking amazing and absolutely gorgeous. There are some other that are way to explicit but still they were sent by God because Gavs... They're incredible. And the angsty ones? OMG...! They are a blessing and- hijo de tu mamá, ¿Te estás burlando de mi?" (Son of your mother, are you laughing at me?)

"You know you've the real Gavi one and that you get to experience the fluff, a few fights and the sex, all of that in reality?"

"I do! But they're amazing" You opened your laptop and showed him another fic. This one was fluff and smutty

After some minutes reading it you were the first one to talk

"See?! It's so well written and the structure, their beggining, the middle and the end it's so precious... Some of these would do great as real writers; don't you think so, baby?"

You turned around facing Gavi who's expression was unreadable "Love?"

"You're right they're pretty amazing" He nods "On the other hand, way too explicit, it feels a little uncomfortable reading all those things about myself and at the same time boosts my ego up" You roll your eyes "Good side of this is that, I can try and do all these things they write, to you" You clenched your tights feeling hot all over your body

"Now?"

"Now" He said as you both jumped off of the couch into your shared bedroom. Laptop and fanfictions long forgotten

Yes, it may have been a bit embarrassing for you the fact your boyfriend saw you reading fanfiction of him, but it was definitely worth it.

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Tag list: @gaviypedrisbride

[randomsillyfangirl]

Actress - Pablo Gavi x Reader

If alot of people like this- I'll write a part two with the exs reaction <3

Background: You, Y/N L/N, had broken up with your controlling and manipulative boyfriend, (ex boyfriend) who was one of the most successful male singers of Spain. While you were the youngest most successful actress of Spain. You were never seen in public without your boyfriend before you two split up. Why? He didn't like people seeing you, he accepted it in film buy couldn't when the paparazzi was involved.

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When you broke up with (ex boyfriend), you decided to go out with your friends. Multiple different friends, each time multiple photos were taken of you. It actually wasn't bad, even when there was s crowed around you- you always felt as if you missed this experience of being famous plus you liked the attention.

Y/N L/N CAUGHT IN PUBLIC WITHOUT (ex boyfriend) DOES THIS MEAN SHE'S SINGLE AGAIN!?

Images were posted all over social media, on every news company, every tiktok and Instagram post from Spain seemed to be about you. Multiple of your friends reposted the pictures with you onto their accounts. ( sorry if you don't like the celebrities I'm using, you can use your imagination lol. And ik all these celebrities aren't Spanish or in Spain, but it's a fan fiction so 🤷‍♀️ ignore the like numbers, I literally just smashed my keyboard lol)

And a certain football player, you had a secret crush on saw all the posts, and smiled when he heard you might be single. Who's that football player? Pablo Gavi of Barça <3

" y/n l/n!! What's your relationship status? " one reporter asked while you were out with (your favorite celebrity). You smiled and faced the reporter, " single. Me and (ex boyfriend) broke up last week, now I'm just hanging out with friends." you said and then walked away with your friends, smiling and giggling.

Meanwhile, the Barça players were finishing training and Pablo heard the interview and smiled. Pedri noticed and said, " is it about y/n? We all know you have a crush on her. " and the rest of Barça laughed. Gavi scoffed, " she's single. What do you think I should do? " . His teammates all explained how he should shoot his shot- the worse that'll happen id simple rejection. But how..?

You kept on going out. Breakfast with (celeb), lunch with (celeb), dinner with (celeb), drinks with (celeb). You were finally having fun with friends. One of your friends, (celeb), told you about the young famous people of Spain party and you obviously wanted to go.

Pablo, also got invited to this party and was getting ready for the party. And you were also getting dressed. This wasn't a fancy party, a club type party. You were wearing a red dress with some accessories and Pablo was wearing a white shirt with black cover and pants (see pictures below).

You came in with one of your friends and you immediately saw Pablo. Secretly, he'd always been your celebrity crush- even when you were with (ex boyfriend). You went up to him and sat next to him by the bar. He was stunned to see you, and honestly you were stunned with your actions.

" So, what's it like being a footballer? " you asked him. Pablo coughed, clearing his throat, " tiring sometimes, but overall fun." he said chuckling. You smiled and nodded, " you here alone? " you asked him and he noded, " lost my friend." he answered and you smiled, " I don't know where (your friend) is.. " you said laughing abit.

The two of you chatted, completely forgetting about your ex. You and Pablo even exchanged numbers. " wanna go get something to eat? This party is boring." Pablo suggested and you nodded. The pair of you went to the door and went to find a restaurant. The two of you were talking, about anything. Football , acting, aliens, music; anything.

The two of you ended up in some random pizza restaurant and shared a pizza together. Pablo and you were really getting along and Pablo tried to hold your hand, you let him smiling. You were brushing, for being such a confident actor, you were really shy naturally.

Pablo noticed and smiling, " this ok? "He asked and you nodded smiling. " it's ok, yeah." you responded, making him smile more.

[highdreaming]

I read the last scenario you wrote and I had an idea from the request , maybe a trio with pedri and gavi but this time it's a love relationship not friendship?

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Find more at: Masterlist

Pedri/Gavi x (female) reader

AN: Anon, I suggest you prepare yourself for a sad ending 💔 also I've included here the other anon with the jealous request. Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

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This is going to be the worst scenario ever. Pedri and Gavi are best friends, practically brothers and it’s so unfair that they had to fall for the same girl.

Imagine: you start off as friends with the boys and as time progresses, not only your friendship with them gets stronger but all of you end up catching feelings for each other.

Your feelings are so confusing cause you genuinely like both boys but deep down, you don’t want to risk your friendship with them over such an insignificant matter so you try your best to ignore your emotions.

But little do you know that the boys also start harboring a crush for you. 

Pedri and Gavi initially keep their crush a secret, not even telling each other about it. 

But it soon becomes obvious that they both like you when another team member mentions how cute you are, only to be met with deadly stares from both boys. 

They are both protective of you, always accompanying you everywhere and hanging out together. 

By this time, fans are more than used to see you always around the boys whenever they get a chance to get an autograph with them. 

They are also quite touchy with you. Gavi always has an arm around your shoulder while Pedri loves to hold out your hand or give you his Barca shirts.

When they have to go play in another place, they make sure to spam you with messages and pictures, so you don’t forget about them. And they always call you whenever they can. 

But Gavi is definitely the clingiest from the two. He’s like a little kid with you and he gets very insecure if you try to ditch him for other friends. Pedri is more mature but he also enjoys your company a lot. 

Initially, they both assume that they’re all just friends and that’s why the other one is being so clingy with you. 

Literally there’s not a single time where you hang out with just one of them cause the other one always finds out and decides to tag along. 

Both of them would end up so exasperated that they can’t get a single time alone with you, cause it’s always the three of you. 

Gavi would probably end up confessing to Pedri that he likes you, oblivious to Pedri’s feelings for you. 

Pedri, as the oldest, would step back and restrain his love for you. He wants Gavi to be happy and if his happiness means not being able to have you, then so be it. 

But then he’d be much colder towards you, your friendship with him getting weaker until he barely talks to you.

Gavi will eventually confess and while you’re beyond perplexed, you do like him back and soon you’re in a relationship with him. 

Don’t get me wrong, Gavi is amazing but you also love Pedri. You know that you could never have both so you shut down your feelings for Pedri, but it doesn’t mean you forget him. 

You still love him dearly yet you chose to move on, but Pedri and your love for him are still deeply concealed in the depths of your heart and he always will.

He’ll be there when you share your first anniversary with Gavi, when you officially wear Gavi’s shirt as his girlfriend in public, when you kiss Gavi down the aisle and Pedri is still there to meet yours and Gavi’s daughter, when she is born. 

Always with a melancholic smile on his face as he sees the love of his life with his best friend. 

[milawritesstuff]

can u do fan cheating on her bf w pedri

A/N: This might be one of my favorites. First of all I have to say, I do not condone cheating. But again, this is all fiction. So enjoy it.

Warnings: Smut (I realized the request didn't as for smut but I just let my imagination go wild lmao so enjoy)

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-Don’t believe anything she says, she has a boyfriend.- You heard your friend yell out behind you as you rolled your eyes. His body pressed against yours, his hand on your exposed lower back. His distinct scent filling up your lungs and quite frankly intoxicating you. Your exposed back against the cold bar but the warmth of his body making up for it. He was too invested now to care. He furrowed his brows and looked down at you. -Is that true?-

It got difficult to breathe, the way his chest felt against yours. His breathing hitting your face. You shrugged your shoulders as you took a quick sip of your drink. Looking up at him through your lashes. He bit his lip bottom lip.  -Would it make a difference?- You responded.

This wasn’t you, you weren’t a cheater. But you knew as soon as you had seen him walking towards you that you were fucked. His hands in his pockets. A shy boyish smile on his face. The way his brows furrowed as he looked at you. You felt your heart racing in your chest, the blood rushing through your veins. 

-Hola.- He said with a smirk. You smiled not realizing that simple hello would lead to a million things.

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned in closer to you, if that was possible. His hand slowly traveling from your lower back to your ass. You felt as he cupped your ass and with a smirk got close to your ear. -I suppose if it doesn’t matter to you, it shouldn’t matter to me.- He whispered.

-Do you know what a hallpass is?- You asked. Pedri stepped back slightly allowing you some room to catch your breathe. He nodded. -Are you telling me your boyfriend has been stupid enough to give you one?- He answered. Normally you would have jumped to defend your boyfriend but not tonight. Whether it was the alcohol or merely Pedri’s presence, but tonight you didn’t care.

-You’re my hallpass.- You responded to which he smiled. You took another sip of your drink and looked at him. He took one step closer and slowly grabbed your chin to tilt it up, giving him the perfect angle to kiss you. You closed your eyes the instant you felt his lips make contact with yours. The club around you full of music, people laughing, yelling, some even crying but in that moment everything around the two of you went silent. His teeth tugged at your lower lip, his tongue quickly sweeping into your mouth.  His taste was sweet. Your hands went up to cup his jaw as his body pushed against you, his hands avoiding your fall as they held you at your lower waist. The hunger in him was evident. 

Not before long you found yourself holding his hand as he guided you through a sea of people. Earlier you had told Pedri you had only one rule for the night. -And what is that?- He questioned you as he took a sip of his drink. -Don’t fall in love with me.- You replied point blank. He looked you from head to toe and smirked. -Shouldn’t be a problem.- The music in the club continuing to blast through, too early for most to leave. In contrast, you and Pedri eager to leave and continue your adventure elsewhere. 

The warmth of his hand guiding you as the two of you stepped out and the cold wind hit your body. He looked over at the valet and asked for his car. As you waited the two of you stood next to each other on the curb. His hand went to your neck an this lips took yours in once again. It was as if each time he became more addicted to your taste, the way your plump lips felt in between his. With every kiss you left him needing more.

You examined the empty Barcelona streets as Pedri’s car rushed through them. Light music playing in the car, your heart threatening to explode out of your chest as Pedri held a strong grip of your exposed thigh. 

You closed your eyes for a second to take it all in, Quevedo playing in the background, the soft touch of Pedri’s hand on your thigh. The way he moved his grip up and down, slowly creeping more towards your inner thigh as you gave him access, opening your legs a little more. You felt your back arch against the car seat, his simple touch already making you realize you would want more. This wouldn’t be a one night thing, his taste, his touch, his hunger was intoxicating and you were doubtful you would ever be able to live without it. You opened your eyes only to meet with his stare. 

-Estas jodidamente preciosa.- You are fucking beautiful. He slurred. The empty road ahead allowing him the opportunity to continue driving without giving his full attention to what was in front of the car but instead to who was on the side of him. This is not what it should be like. His slurred words shouldn’t be giving you butterflies, making you feel your heart compress in your chest, making your panties wetter because of how fucked he looked for you.

You looked down at your phone and a message came in. Te quiero. But you didn’t care to respond, you didn’t want to. Pedri’s mind racing. The way he knew you were innocent, but also playing this daring act got him. There was something about you. The way you teased him, the way he knew this was not at all like you. He liked it and knew it would be difficult to keep his promise.

-Your boyfriend is a complete dumbass.- He said as he turned his attention to the road ahead. -If you were mine, ni de coña would I let you go out clubbing by yourself, much less give you a hallpass with the city’s golden boy.-

Your eyes met his and a smile creeped on your face. His words should have made you roll your eyes, wonder why you were in the car with someone like him, but instead they somehow turned you on even more. Thinking how protective he would be with you, making sure you were fully satisfied that you didn’t have to go look for that satisfaction elsewhere. 

-Vamos, who would be your hallpass?- Your boyfriend asked. You giggled. -Stop it Jordi, I don’t want it.- You responded as you laid on top of him, your head rested on his chest. His fingers playing with your hair. -Don’t be shy, Y/N, just one name.- You rolled your eyes despite knowing he couldn’t see your annoyance. You stood up and looked at him. -Vale, but this is the deal. We don’t talk about it. If it ever happens, it happens.- He nodded in agreement. -We say the name at the same time.- You added.  Seconds later the two of you spoke up simultaneously. -Clara Lago.- -Pedri.-

His eyes widened and he furrowed his brows. -Pedri?- You shrugged your shoulders. -Why not? Es muy majo.-

Why not? After all, he was the one that had crept into your thoughts when you and your boyfriend were in bed. As you pulled his hair thinking it was Pedri’s. Imagining him over you and not your boyfriend. Almost causing your lips to bleed trying to bite them shut to avoid screaming out Pedri’s name when he wasn’t even there.

Once you arrived to his house you didn’t have a chance to look at anything. His lips pressing against yours as he closed the door behind him and pushed you against the wall.  These kisses felt much more intimate than the ones in the club. Seconds later you were wrapped around his waist as he held your body up from your ass and your lips danced with one another. In the darkness he took you to his room, placing you down on the edge of the bed as he removed his shirt.

He kneeled in front of you, his eyes locked with yours, his hands on your knees. He moved your dress up to your waist and asked you to spread your legs. He looked at you one more time as if he was asking for consent, you licked your bottom lips at the anticipation of what was to come and smiled at him. 

His fingers grabbed on to the side of your panties and slowly began to pull them down.  You felt your heart beat faster and your core get wetter with just the scene of him doing this. Once your underwear fell to the ground Pedri repositioned himself pulling you towards him and he leaned his face in between your legs. You felt a rush of adrenaline go down your body when you felt his breathing close to your middle and a low moan you tried to mask escaped your mouth as his tongue made contact with your core. 

You closed your eyes and allowed for the pleasure of Pedri’s tongue against you to overtake your body. You tried to mask your moans but Pedri stopped his attack on you and took a finger to your mouth causing you to release your lips from in between your teeth’s grasp. His fingers grazing your swollen red lips. -No.- He whispered. -It’s all about you here, with me. Let go. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.-

He went back to pleasing you. Your eyes closed as you spread your legs even further apart as if that would allow him to give you more pleasure. You grabbed onto his hair moving your hips towards him, his tongue sweeping over you. He took one finger and introduced it into you to go along with his tongue. You let out a moan along with his name come out of your mouth. Pedri looked up at you as he heard you moan, never having heard a more beautiful sound. He felt pleasure go through his body making him even harder. In that moment he knew he was fucked, he was going to break the promise to you.

Your moans became more consistent and louder as his tongue and fingers made the perfect team. You felt your legs shake as you came on his tongue. Screaming his name. He pulled away and stared at you, his lips slightly opened as he tried to catch his breathe. A tint of red over his cheeks. 

-Te ha gustado?- Did you like it?. He asked. You smiled and nodded your head in agreement unable to make out a single word as he stood up and pulled his pants down. -Your boyfriend isn’t as good as me, is he?- You shook your head, in your mind trying to remember the last time your boyfriend had made you feel like Pedri just had. The memory being so distant it couldn’t come to your mind.

You licked your lips as you saw what was under his jeans and felt yourself get wetter at the mere thought of having him inside of you. You took your dress off and threw it on the floor.

-What’s your favorite position?- Pedri asked. Without saying a word you got on the bed on all fours and looked back at him as you arched your ass up towards him. He smirked.

You felt the bed move as he got on behind you. The sound of the condom wrapper behind you as he got himself ready. You felt his hands caress your ass before feeling his tip press against you. His hands on your hips as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. A beautiful moan escaping his mouth. 

You moaned out Pedri’s name as his dick touched the deepest parts of you. Tears in your eyes. You wondering how you had gone so long without this type of pleasure. 

He licked his lips, quickly biting his top lip as he grabbed you by your waist trying to find something to pull you in against him. Leaning back trying to get enough momentum to slam back into you trying to reach you further and further with each thrust.

The room filled up with moans and whimpers from the both of you. Pedri was about to explode at the more sight of you in front of him. Your back arched with your ass up against him. He tried to control himself but it was almost impossible. The way your ass bounced off of his hips, one time after another. You pushed yourself against him wanting the feeling of him inside of you to never end. Your arms resting against the bed giving you enough momentum to meet Pedri’s movement. 

You felt pressure build up in your lower stomach and screamed out his name as you came again. -Me voy a correr.- I’m going to come. He slurred in between moans. His arms now wrapped around your stomach as his hands massaged your clit. Your continuous moans serenading his ears. You felt his lips against your shoulder as he bit down, letting out his last moan as he released.

You let your body lay against the bed as he took himself out of you. Leaving small kisses throughout your back. You smiled with your eyes still closed.

-I said you couldn’t fall in love with me, Pedri.- You said without bothering to look at him. A smile on your face. You heard him giggle. 

-I didn’t make any promises, Y/N.-

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[pedriswife]

Hey I have a request for Pedri

He catches his gf reading fanfics about him and he wants to make one come to life

Dom! Pedri please

dream come true (smut)

"Bebe? What is this?" Pedri asked, his hand stroking his chin as you came over to see him reading something on your laptop, settling down next to him to check out what's going on.

On the screen, clear as day, your tumblr tab was opened up, Pedri scrolling through the countless stories that you liked and read. It started off as a joke, wanting to know what fantasies people had about your boyfriend, but you couldn't deny that some of them were just too good.

"That's- nothing, Pedri. Get off," you quickly slapped the laptop shut, prying it out of his hands as he watched you, fully amused at the situation that was taking place.

"Nothing? It can't be if it's getting you so worked up," he teased - "I saw something written along the lines of 'he ate you out like a starved man, his tongue working around your clit-'" he quoted, before having your hand put on his lips, silencing him.

He grabbed you by the wrist, gently pulling off your hand, bringing your body closer to his.

"I can make that come true, you know?" He whispered, his breath fanning your face as his finger stroked over your cheek, moving down your face before tracing over your whole body, only stopping at your core, feeling yourself clench at his actions.

His fingers traced patters over your core, only getting wetter and soaking up your panties more. Your body was flushed against his as he held you before pulling you towards a nearby couch.

"Pedri-" you gasped, laying on your back as he marked up your neck, tugging at the skin with his teeth, the outcome of reddish bruises already visible. At the same time, he skilfully pulled off your panties, in one motion throwing them across the room.

He traced over your entrance with his fingers, spreading out your juices as your back arched off the couch, him watching every reaction intently, focused on making the fiction come to life.

He kneeled on the floor, quickly pulling your legs over his shoulders before attaching his mouth to your core, his cold lips contrasting the heat of your core. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him in closer, his tongue working you open, entering you, the obscene sounds heard throughout the room as he sucked on your juices, some dripping down his chin.

His nose repeatedly bumped up against your clit, sending shock of pleasure down your body, your moans becoming an incoherent mess as you begged him to keep going. He pulled away just to take a breath of air before diving back in, his face pressed right against you as his mouth sucked on your core, his tongue licking a stripe across your folds, your clit still stimulated by his nose.

In no time, you were cumming, his name rolling off your tongue, breathlessness taking over your body as you felt pleasure surge over you, your juices covering his face, some dripping onto the couch.

He continued, even though you already met your orgasm, his tongue sucking over your clit now, the pleasure now more felt in your body as the feeling of overstimulation hit you.

He pulled away, his tongue swiping across his lips. "You wanted to make this come true, no? And if I remember correctly, it ended with 'take what I'm giving to you, like a good girl.'"

A/N: Thank you guys for 900 followers, love you all xoxo

[sports-on-sundays]

you can do one where the reader and Pedri are best friends and she ends up declaring herself to him but he says he doesn't feel the same way, so a while later she starts getting closer to one of his friends and Pedri gets jealous and realizes his true feelings feelings for the reader💓💓

make up your mind / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x female!reader - In which Pedri changes his mind.

Requested?: For sure!

Author's Note: Pedri anons 💓 Also I'm a sucker for picnic scenes; theyre my go-to when I can't think of a good setting. Send help.

This is it. This is the day. We'll sit in the sun, I'll take his hand, tell him the truth, and...

Hopefully he'll feel the same way.

As you park your car, you gradually reach out to switch off the radio and glance at Pedri, who is seated beside you. Just as you are about to say something, he flashes a grin and reaches over to switch the radio back on. With a slight chuckle, he explains, "I like this song."

You can't help but smile back. "Quevedo is your favorite." It's less of a question and more of a statement.

He agrees with a nod, turning off the radio after the song ends. "By the way, where did the idea of a picnic come from, anyway?" He opens the car door as you get out together.

What you want to say is Well, honestly, Pedri, because it's a beautiful day to admit to your handsome face in the sunshine that I'm in love with you. What you do say is: "I don't know. Just wanted to hang out with you, and I didn't have any better ideas."

You have formed a terrible habit of not saying what you're thinking to Pedri.

Today that's going to change.

As you walk alongside Pedri, swinging your arm, you let your hands brush on purpose. That doesn't stop you from blushing, so you look at your feet. You carry the blanket, and he carries the food. Finally you find a nice spot by the water, under the shade of a tree and lay down the blanket. You plop down and look up at Pedri with a playful grin. He sets the food down and sits down, criss-cross, across from you. You both kick off your sandals, and you smile giddily as you start taking out the food.

Pedri has, of course, realized your nervous excitement by now, and asks with an amused tone, "So, what is it? What's got you in such a good mood?"

A part of you desperately wants to just let it spill now, but the smarter part of you says that's not a good idea. That this isn't the best timing. You want to say, Well, Pedri, the thing that has got me in such a mood is that for years now I've been holding back my feelings for you and I've finally decided today is the day I'm just going to tell you, because I've got this hunch you might just feel the same way as I do.

Instead, you shrug. "Just a beautiful day. It's sunny, the water is beautiful, I made myself my favorite sandwich, and I'm enjoying all of it relaxing with my best friend in the shade. What is there not to be in a good mood about?"

Pedri seems to accept this answer with a nod, and replies, "Good point. It is quite lovely. I appreciate you inviting me."

You nod, and hand him the little lunch you promised you'd make him. He smiles, pleased. You grin back, watching him take a bite, and feel a little swarm of butterflies in your stomach as he congratulates. "Very good! Thanks so much for offering to bring me some lunch."

It, truthfully, is completely your pleasure. Seeing him enjoying anything you've done for him or said to him pretty much fills you with pure joy. If you could explain this to him, you would. But instead you respond with a simple, "You're welcome."

So you eat together, and as you do this, you subtly try to move closer to him. Eventually, you end up sitting side by side on the blanket, gazing at the water, legs stretched out, and sharing a gentle touch. With the meal done, you're now simply basking in the warmth of the sun.

And you know it's now or never. You swallow. It's silent. This is the time.

"Hey, uh, Pedri...?" you ask slowly, looking up toward his face.

"Yes?" he's smiling. You smile back as your eyes meet his.

You feel as confidence gradually grows in you. You swallow but say, "There's... there's something that's been on my mind for a while now. Something I've had on my mind. I've had it on my mind to tell you..."

He nods, looking slightly concerned, since you're now speaking in a softer, more serious tone.

You deeply inhale and exhale, before letting it go. You grab Pedri's hand as the words, "Pedri, I like you. Like, as more than a friend. And I have for a while now," tumble out from your mouth.

He stares. His mouth opens and closes. His face flushes. Your heart skips a beat.

Say something.

Tell me you like me back.

You watch as he swallows. He softly slips his hand out of yours. You swallow.

"Y/n... that's... I'm sorry... that's very sweet... But I'm afraid, I, uh..."

You feel a lump in your throat.

"...I'm afraid I don't feel the same way."

You cough. Stare ahead. "You... don't...?"

He speaks quickly but quietly, as though it's awkward to say, and he's trying to be gentle and honest at the same time.

No matter how much of a gentle tone he uses, nothing about that honesty can make you feel better.

"You're a lovely girl," he begins. "And I do love you, but as a friend... You're... You're like a sister to me. I've known you for years. I love spending time with you. I love you. Just... not in that way... I'm sorry."

You stand up and slip on your sandals, looking down. You can't let him see you cry over this. You need to understand. You can't let him feel bad over it, because he's done nothing wrong. He's just being honest. You wouldn't want him to pretend to like you.

You just want him to really like you.

But he doesn't.

The fact that he flat out said he sees you as a sister.

That hurts.

"Wait," Pedri says, standing up with you. He takes your arm. "I'm sorry- I-"

"It's okay," you respond. "Don't be sorry. You didn't do anything wrong."

It was you who messed up. You shouldn't have told him. You shouldn't have been so confident that he would feel the same way.

You grab hold of the blanket, which feels too soft. And the birds' chirping is overly shrill, and the water is too loud, and its waves are terribly big. And the grass and the trees are too green, and there are ants scurrying over your feet and the blanket, and you have a mosquito bite, and there's an empty soda bottle that someone carelessly tossed into the water, now floating away. Everything that was a flawless day just moments ago has turned, suddenly, utterly dreadful.

You almost throw up that delicious lunch in your mouth.

Pedri is saying something, but you can feel tears threatening to fall.

You interrupt him and say blandly, "I think I should go now... Bye."

As you walk off, Pedri calls after you. He follows you, and he doesn't want you to go. But you tell him to leave you alone, and he does. And you get in your car, leave him there, and go home.

It's ruined. Its all messed up and awkward with Pedri. You're aware he's trying not to have it that way, but it still is, anyway.

And you're pretty sure you're not imagining that all the sudden when you hang out together, he'd prefer to have someone else with him.

Well, sometimes it's some of his friends outside of football. Sometimes, more often, it's his teammates, because you already know them. You and Pedri met because of football. You like his friends/teammates in Barcelona.

Most of the time, it's Ferran or Gavi, which makes complete sense, since those are his closest buddies on the team. They're both sweet, and you get along well with both. Ferran, perhaps, more so, for whatever reason. He's got a great sense of humor and comes up with interesting conversation topics.

That's the thing, though. You feel more inclined, when it's you, Pedri, and Ferran hanging out, to relate with and talk with Ferran, just because there's not that terrible awkwardness between you and him.

Gavi's super nice too, but usually he doesn't have much to talk to you about, and then you just end up feeling like the tag-along.

Nothing against him, though. You get it.

He just wants to hang out with his friend.

You just wish Pedri would choose one way or another. He's always inviting you, but seems to have these strict walls he's building. You get it. Maybe he's just nervous. Maybe he doesn't want to give you hope.

But really, it's your fault. If you hadn't let the stupid confession tumble out, you'd still be good, normal friends like you have been for years.

You wish Pedri would either be that good, normal friend to you like he always had, you just cut you out of his life. Then at least you'd (hopefully) just eventually move on and get over him.

But, no. Instead, he's balancing in this weird in-between place. And you hate it.

And then, one day, you get a surprising text. Ferran had your number in a group chat with a few other people, but now you're getting a private text from him.

Ferran Torres: Hey, do you want to hang out?

Me: Why are you asking me, and not Pedri?

Ferran Torres: Because this doesn't have to do with Pedri. Im wondering if you want to hang out with me.

Me: No one else with us?

Ferran Torres: I was thinking just you and I. Unless you don't think so.

You stare at the screen, unsure. What is he getting at? You wouldn't want him to think you like him any more than a friend, but at the same time, spending some time together sounds nice.

Well, you already have your heart set on Pedri, whether he feels the same or not.

But you remember when, years ago, you were first getting to know Pedri, you were considering these same sorts of things. You finally sigh, shrug, and type back,

Me: Sure. What have you got in mind?

That's just the beginning. As time goes on, you and Ferran continue to grow closer, while the whole time you and Pedri are drifting farther and farther apart. While you enjoy Ferran's friendship, it's a different dynamic compared to your relationship with Pedri. Pedri was more open and understanding, providing a sense of comfort and security. He would hold your hand, lend a listening ear, and offer advice only when requested. Ferran, on the other hand, is more of a lighthearted friend with whom you have a good time. If you encounter any difficulties, he'll ask you questions about it, or try to come up with a solution, or distract you.

It's just different.

You lost your friendship with Pedri, but gained one with Ferran. But in the end, it feels more like a loss in the end. Your heart aches for Pedri.

You're not sure how Ferran feels about you, but you're careful about boundaries. You can't let your feelings get away from you after getting your heart broken so recently.

But from Ferran's point of view? Who knows how he feels?

One day, as you walk Ferran to your car after his training, since you're planning on going for lunch somewhere, you pass Pedri. Unexpectedly, Pedris eyes meet yours. In that fleeting moment, his eyes reflect a mix of contrition, confusion, and overall just strong emotion. It's as if he carries the weight of countless questions, yet only one manages to escape his lips, spoken in the gentlest of tones, "Hey, Y/n. I understand you're busy, but... Would you mind sending me a text later, when you're free? I'd like to talk it over."

You're not sure what 'it' is, but you nod.

When Ferran questions you about it, you admit that you're not even sure what Ferran's friend meant, but you feel nervous and excited about it at the same time.

Later, in the evening, you do text Pedri, telling him you can talk now. And he immediately asks if you'd like to come over to his house for dinner.

You say yes.

He tells you when he'll pick you up.

And you spring up off the coach, a strange hyper-excitement suddenly filling you. You go to your room and fix up your hair and makeup nicely. Nicer than you usually do. But of course, you always do that for Pedri. By the time you're done, the doorbell rings. You slip on your shoes and open the door, and there's Pedri.

His hair is a little messier than usually, strands falling over his forehead, but you find that cute. In the glow of the porch light, his very dark brown eyes shine, and he looks angelic. His cheeks and lips are a light pink color, and he's clean-shaven. He wears a navy blue hoodie, black sweatpants, and black gloves on his hands. You smile. He looks so comfy! "Are you chilly?" you ask.

He smiles back. "A little... Anyway, want to come to my car?"

"Well, have you started making dinner at your house yet? Because if not, we can just stay here...?"

He nods, looking (strangely) a little relieved by this suggestion. "Yeah, I haven't started on dinner yet. Maybe we should just stay here?"

You nod, opening the door wider for him. You walk in together, and he slips off his shoes as you say, "I'll just put a pizza in the oven. You can just go in the sitting room and wait for me."

He nods with a little smile and does just that.

You're fairly quick with the pizza.

And when you come back to the sitting room and see Pedri sitting there all comfortable, the thing you want most to do is sit down right next to him on the big grey couch and cuddle up. But instead, you walk to the blue chair on the other side of the coffee table and sit down on that.

But you're surprised when Pedri shakes his head. "No, no. You can sit next to me." He pats the spot, right next to himself.

You swallow but nod and sit down, still making sure you don't touch.

But Pedri wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to his side, and gently prods your head to rest on his shoulder. You're feeling flustered now as you mutter, "Pedri...?" For such a long time, there's been such a distance between the two of you, and you're assuming that's because he didn't want you to think he liked you. He wanted to keep those boundaries.

Now, as he gently rests his head by the top of yours, all of that is gone. He whispers softly, "I've just missed you, Y/n. A lot."

You swallow and mutter, "But I see you weekly, at least."

He nods slowly, but then says, "But I miss talking with you, being able to touch you, and hold your hand." He gently takes your hand.

With every word from him, your face heats up furthermore. Would a friend really say thing like that? Friends don't talk like that, do they?

Well, Ferran sure doesn't.

You entwine your fingers, slowly, around his, and as if reading your mind, he asks, "So... How's Ferran?"

You look up in confusion, meeting his eyes. Your faces are so close... "You know. You spend more time with him than me, still. It's not like my whole life is centred around Ferran Torres. If anyone's was, that'd be sad for them," you chuckle, teasing your friend.

Pedri chuckles and says, "Wow. That's harsh. But, no, I mean, like, your... relationship with him." He seems to be choosing his words very carefully.

You blink in puzzlement. "It's... fine. We get along great..."

Pedri sighs, seems to consider something, and then finally says, "Alright... I guess I'll just ask it straight-out then." He swallows and says much softer, "So... are you and Ferran dating...?"

Your eyes widen. You open your mouth, close it, and then open it again to say, "No. Not at all. I don't like him that way, and I don't think he likes me that way, but if he did, I'd say no."

"Much like how I said no, huh?" he mutters.

You stare at him blankly, and you feel a little hurt, but nod. "I... I guess so..."

Suddenly, in the other room, the timer starts going off, indicating that the pizza has finished cooking. You rise slowly and stiffly, utterly perplexed about what on earth Pedri is trying to accomplish in this conversation, yet completely sure what it is doing is absolutely messing with your head.

When you come back with the pizza and two plates, Pedri grabs your hand and practically pulls you back down to sit next to him again. He wraps his arm around your back as you give yourself and him each a piece, feeling strange. He finishes his portion quickly, which compels you to do the same. Once he's finished, he thanks you, saying it was delicious, before a slightly awkward silence settles in once again.

Pedri slowly sets his plate down on the coffee table, before looking at you again, locking eyes. He hesitates, before asking, "So... do you still feel the same way about me?"

You nod slowly, blushing. "Yeah..."

He nods back, before murmuring, "What would you do if I said I feel the same way?"

Your heart skips a beat, but your eyebrows crinkle together. "If you do, then..."

"Then why didn't I say it when you confessed it to me?"

You nod. "R-Right. Exactly."

He sighs. "I don't know... It's just- I didn't know. I thought this was just a friendship, and that I didn't need a relationship any deeper. I was happy with what we had and didn't want to change it, and any feelings I had for you I honestly ignored because I didn't want to feel that way... I wanted to just be friends. But then you said it and I didn't accept it and we grew apart because I was confused and didn't know how to deal with any of these emotions... And then you started to get closer with Ferran, and even hanging out with him more than with me, and... Honestly, Y/n, I felt jealous. I had no reason to, because I was the one that rejected you, but as soon as I saw that, I thought 'No, that's Y/n. I'm the one who should be spending that time with her. I'm the one who has known her for years.' And then I started thinking maybe I really do like you back, and the only thing that could make stupid me realize it is when we started growing apart and you started spending a bunch of time with some other guy. Even if the 'other guy' is one of my best buddies."

It's a strange feeling, because you're shocked, happy, and also your head is spinning and your stomach is absolutely full of butterflies. You swallow, and at first when you try to speak nothing comes out, but on the second try you manage to murmur, "So..." you squeeze his hand. "Does that mean you'll give me a shot...?"

He nods right away, and suddenly pulls you into a hug. He wraps his arms around your back, you can feel his muscles, despite the gentleness of the touch. The smells of his cologne fills your nostrils, and it feels familiar, like home. He pulls you closer to himself, gently rubbing your back, holding you closely. You let your head snuggle into his shoulder, and he whispers in your ear, "Yes, please... I'd love that. I missed you so much..."

For some reason, you feel yourself getting a little emotional. You sniff and mutter, "Pedri, I missed you too. I'm so glad you made up your mind about me..." You giggle a little, trying to push away the strange tearful feeling coming on.

When you finally, slowly lean away from the hug, your hand rest against Pedri's chest, and he looks at you with the most shining, happy, contented eyes you've ever seen. It makes you feel warm inside. He gently kisses your cheeks, which makes you smile and blush, before pulling you close to him again for more cuddles.

[futbolfanficpunk]

Who is it?

Player: Pedri Gonzalez x Fictional Female Word count: 6330+ Summary: Pedri and his girlfriend break up when she can't handle the downfalls of being with someone famous, as they try to navigate their post-breakup friendship Pedri is having a really hard time because he is not over her, at all. Themes/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Love Smut, Alcohol A/N: This came out pretty quickly, in a week and a half, which is really rare for me. Got inspiration from Rauw Alejandro's Dime Quien?. The timeline goes back and forth a bit, so be mindful of that. First time doing a long sex scene with a real plot, hope it works.

Pedri couldn’t get Camila out of his head, it’s been four months since they broke up. She left even when he pleaded, and pleaded, crying his eyes out like a teenager being rejected for the first time. She assured him that they could stay friends, he hadn’t done anything wrong, she just wasn’t ready for all the attention and outside drama of being in a relationship with him. They dated in secret for six months and once they went public she couldn’t deal with it anymore, four months later they were done. She wanted to be his friend but she needed some time by herself before that could happen.  He accepted what little she had to offer. Two months ago Camila texted him late at night saying hi and asking how he was. Pedri was miserable, if he had been honest that’s what he would have said but he didn’t want to take a step back and lose contact with her because he was needy. He replied

<Hi Camila, doing good. How about you?>

<I’m good, just wanted to check on you>

<Thanks. How’s everything?>

< Not much. Lots of work. 

I’ve seen your games. Glad the team is doing so well>

< We appreciate the support from our fans 🙂>

<hahahaha. Let’s chat soon or whatever. Going to sleep. > < I’m down. Good night>

He just smiled, reading the conversation again. He still loved her, wanted her, missed her, loved her, loved her, loved her. He ran his hands through his hair and pulled it in desperation while letting out a small groan. The first time they kissed, they made out for an hour, he couldn’t get enough of her, and she of him. Now Pedri couldn’t get Camila out of his head, if he could, if someone showed him how he would but he couldn’t. He had a small dip in training the first few weeks after the breakup, causing him to get benched for two straight games, and then got subbed into the third game with a sketchy game at that. He just couldn’t get his head straight. His teammates were trying to be understanding but outside people started noticing and he was getting criticized heavily. He wasn’t his normal self, not smiling in team photos, and Camila was nowhere to be seen in games or his cars, although she was very private she would be seen with him in public once or twice a month. The last month? Nothing, plus all her socials were now private. It got so bad the rumors got to his mom’s circle and mom, who at times treated her son as a friend, called him “Mi amor, todo bien?” (My love, is everything all right?) “Si, mami todo bien” (Yes, mom, everything’s all right)

“¿Cómo esta Cami? No me has enviado fotos con ella hace semanas y están comentando en internet cosas sobre ustedes” (How’s Cami. You haven’t sent me a pic with her in weeks and their saying things on the internet about you two)

“Ma’ , Camila  y yo no estamos juntos ya” (Ma’, Camila and I aren’t together anymore)

“¡Cariño! ¡Que pena!, ¿pasó algo?”  (Honey! What a shame! Did something happen?)

“No, mami, lo de ser famoso es un puta hostia” (No, mom, just that being famous is shit)

“Lo puede ser, sí….de veras, que pena. ¿Quieres que te vayamos a visitar?” (It can be, yes…it’s a real shame, Do you want us to visit you?)

“No, no te preocupes, ya me voy sintiendo mejor. Estamos de amigos” (No, don’t worry, I’m starting to feel better. We’re just friends now)

“Vale, te quiero, mi niño. Sabes que estamos aquí para ti” (Okay, I love you, my boy. You know we’re here for you) “Lo se, mami, yo tambien te quiero, chau (I know, mom, I love you too, bye)

“Adios” (Good-bye)

And after that call he decided that everything else would have to suffer except his football career, he would have to get used to not thinking about her before or during games or training. He had a habit of going through the photos he had of Camila on his phone whenever he was missing her desperately. He would touch himself when he felt lonely looking at pictures of her modeling lingerie she had sent him for away games. Nobody could make him as hot and hard as she did, he missed being inside her while kissing her the most because at that moment he felt like they were one thing, she was his and he was hers. He felt so empty every time he came, hand full of cum, he hated not having her around. In private he could hate himself and his situation all he wanted but not in public, not in football. He didn’t want his family to worry anymore. He usually shut the world off from his brain when he was playing but this last month Camila was creeping into his mind but from then on, he shut her off from his safe space, the pitch. He started playing better at training. Next month, he tried his best, even Camila herself noticed he was doing better and she started thinking maybe enough time had passed by and they could actually start talking again soon. She missed him too, she missed his friendship the most.  Even though they had said they would talk soon, they didn’t but they did start subtly interacting with hearts and likes on their social media, and neither of them was really ready to talk for another month. Pedri went by himself to a restaurant they used to love to go and decided to take a picture of his food and send it to her <“Guess where I am at?” >. Camila didn’t answer right away, so he just ate the delicious food that was in front of him and enjoyed the view of the city even if he had a bit of a knot in his chest. After asking for the check his phone vibrated < Is that fucking Don Jordi?>

<Yep! You guessed right> 

<It’s sooo good! I love that place! What I wouldn’t give to eat their chocolate mousse cake>

<If you’re home I can bring one over>

<I’m home but you don’t need to do that! >

<Oh, don’t be silly. Don Jordi is not far from you>

<You don’t have to ! I was just wishing out loud>

<I’ll bring it over and be on my way, see you in 20>

<god, I shouldn’t have said anything but okay, I love chocolate too much> He just needed an excuse, anything to see her in person. It had been three months and a week since he last saw her, Camila leaving his house with the last box full of her things, never to return. He order the dessert to go and went to the bathroom to check how he looked. He looked fine, this new fine of having eyes of someone who never sleeps through the night, just needed to fix his hair. 

He knocked on her door and waited, small bag in hand with a small dessert inside. She knew it was him, she had buzzed him in. “That was fast! Hope you weren’t speeding” she said as she opened the door “Hi”

‘Hi, and don’t worry, I wasn’t ” he replied with a small smile She gave him a small hug and said “It’s good to see you”. He could barely move, his mouth was dry, and his nerves were on edge but that hug made him feel a tingling all over his body he hadn’t felt in months. He wrapped his free hand around her and gave her a small squeeze back. “You too”. He said

She stepped back and looked at the bag he was carrying

“This is for you,” he said as he gave her the bag “I hope it’s not ruined” “I’m sure it’s not,” she said with a smile “Thanks so much!” “No problem” he said as he took the opportunity to look at her for a second. Her hair was longer, but she looked the same. She was wearing a cropped sweater and tight-fitting joggers. He could see part of her belly and lips were shiny from wearing a bit of lipgloss. He could fight 10 men at a time just to get to kiss those lips again. 

“Well, thanks again” She interrupted his thoughts ”Maybe we can hang out soon and catch up?”

“Yes, lets. Now go inside and eat it” 

“Oh, I will!” she gave him a lil pat on his left arm “Bye” she turned towards the door and opened it, she turned around and said, “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

He smiled, nodded and turned around to go towards the stairs, down to his car. 

His heart was racing when he got into his car. Time had not changed anything at all, maybe his love-wounds hurt less but seeing her again in person made him want her back more than ever.

From that day on he would put his cell phone right next to him with the sound notifications on just in case she texted or called, even when he went to bed early because he had training the next day he placed his phone next to his pillow hoping she would. He would stare at it, trying to conjure her with his thoughts. A week and a half had passed since they saw each other when his phone vibrated and made a noise when he was putting on pajama pants to sleep, he took his shirt off and jumped into bed to check his phone. And there it was, a text from her, asking to meet up next Sunday, at the time of his choosing, whenever he could. He said that he could meet her after 3 PM, anywhere she liked. She decided that they would meet at The Café on Rosell Street at 4pm. He counted the days, every day waking up to check how many days were left. He got a haircut two days before. He had a game the day before their meeting, and he was sure he would be in the starting eleven, so it wouldn’t look like he was trying too hard since he usually got a haircut before big games. 

     Rosell Street, 4pm. The Cafe. Camila was there already. Pedri saw her right away because she was already looking and waving at him when he got in. She must have seen him coming from the street. Camila stood up “Hey, you” opening her arm as to welcome a hug. Pedri gave her a shy hug and quick kisses on her cheeks being afraid of himself and his reaction “Nice to see you” he said while pulling away from her “Is this table okay? She asked said nervously “What kind of question is that? Of course” he said, surprised. Something is off, she’s nervous, he thought. She asked about the game and training, she had seen the game and congratulated him on his goal. He was so concentrated on this day’s arrival that a goal seemed like something so stupid and unimportant, he never thought of bringing it up in their conversation or known she would bring it up “Yea, that was awesome. I got a good assist from Frenkie, so it was pretty easy” “You always make it seem easy, then I try to play and I feel embarrassed at how bad I am” she said laughing.

Pedri laughed with her, she’s right, she’s pretty bad. “You’re not that bad, Cami” he said

“Yea, THAT bad” she replied giggling Pedri drank water and the waiter came over. They both order drinks and a few small plates. “I’m so glad you came, it’s so good to finally be able to talk to you, I missed talking to you“ she said “Me too, a lot” he replied, feeling himself getting excited with hope “ Speaking of talking to you. I have something to tell you” she said

“Oh?” he said with curiosity

“I want to tell you before anyone else tells you. I’m seeing somebody. It’s been going on for a few weeks. It’s not super serious yet but, you know, I thought you would probably want to know”

He felt his chest burn and his stomach churn while she was speaking, every word that kept coming out of her mouth was worse than the one before, the more she talked, the worst it got. “Who is it? he said as he frowned

“It’s a friend of a friend from work. You know, Daniel?  We met a party at Daniel’s apartment, his name is Unai”

“Ugly fucking name”

“Hey, be nice!” He held his face in his hands and breathed, “Get it together” he thought

“I’m just kidding. I’m happy for you” taking his hands off his face “At least one of us is not a single idiot”

“You’re not an idiot, anything but”

“I am single though” “And I’m sure I won’t be won’t be for long" she said as she flicked her hand against his forearm “Oh, I don’t know about that” “I’m sure of it, you’re a great catch, you could have anyone you want”

“Not the one I want, though” he mumbled “What was that?” “I don’t want anyone, though,” he said, speaking up, “Does he treat you well?”

“Yes, very much”

“Good” he looked up and saw the waiter coming “Our drinks and food are here”. He really wanted to change the subject

They spent the rest of the time catching up on their every day, their families, talking about what movies or series they were watching, making jokes about each other. He paid their check even though she protested and they said their goodbyes, she said while nervously moving “Thanks for coming out, today was really important. You know I care about you a lot and I really hope we can keep being friends” 

“I care a lot about you too, honey, of course we can be friends. Even if you date guys with ugly names”’ he replied shrugging

She laughed and hugged him  “Chau, Pedri” “Bye, Cami” he said as she walked away and picked up her phone from her purse. 

He really just wanted to jump off a bridge, feeling the cold water hit him like a brick when landing would have hurt less than his whole being right now. She was moving on and he was not. Three weeks later, they had only texted twice. Once after a game. He had scored again and she had watched. She complimented him. And he sent her a picture of a meme he thought she would find funny, and he was right.  Almost every other day Pedri thought about her with her new guy. Who was that asshole? Why was he the one getting to kiss her? To be with her? To make her laugh in private? Why can’t it be him? Why were things outside of his control fucking up his happiness? It was Wednesday night and she texted him. <Hey Pedri! Are you going to Sira’s get-together? she invited me>

< Hey Cami. I’m planning to> <oh, cool! at least I’ll have more than just Ferran and Sira as people I know at the thing>

<It’s me, the dude you know. 😛 I’ll see you there. Should be fun>

< haha.for sure, and we get to hang out>

< looking forward to it>

< 🙂 bye> <later>

This interaction made his head spin. Was Cami going to be there with the dude with the ugly name? Or by herself? Why did she care if he was there? But the first thing he thought was “I need a new outfit for it”

     That Friday, he got to Sira’s place, new outfit on. She opened the door and he gave her a gift bag with booze as a thank-you gift for inviting him. They said hellos with the customary two kisses and he met Ferran right after. He didn’t see Camila right away when he scanned the room but he thought he would see her at any minute because he came fashionably late and she was always on time for everything. He sat down with Ferran and Eric, who was there too, and talked as they all had a beer. After talking and joking around for a bit, he noticed her. She was coming in from the kitchen by herself with a drink in hand. It had been over four months since they broke it off, and nothing had changed about the way he felt about her. He was still in love. He excused himself to go to the bathroom, he was freaking out. She came by herself. He splashed himself with cold water and fixed his hair, he didn’t know how else to make himself more comfortable and less pathetic. He came out of the bathroom to find her in the hall. 

“ Pedri!” she shouted “ I hadn’t seen you! When did you come in?” “A while ago”

“You can never come to parties on time, can you?” she said in slight slurred voice

He laughed “ I guess not” “Let me go to the bathroom, but wait for me here”

“Here?” 

“Is anyone waiting for you?” she said frowning

“Besides Eric and Ferran? No” he replied raising his eyebrow

“They don’t count”

“Definitively not, then”

“Then stay here, don’t get lost”

He did not move, he didn’t know what to think, he was confused but his heart was racing from just getting this much attention from her.

She came out of the bathroom and said, “Let’s go get a beer and go out to the balcony. I have gossip to tell”

“What?” “You heard me, come on!” she said almost stumbling on her words They went to the kitchen to get some Estrella Damm beers. She pulled him by holding his hand to get to the balcony, it looked down at the patio at Sira’ house, which was lit and landscaped by a professional, no one else was hanging out there. Everything was getting more confusing for him. She let go of his hand and leaned into the edge. “It’s so pretty here, Sira’s lucky. My balcony just looks at the street” she said and had a good amount of beer from her bottle. He didn’t say anything, he just looked at her and realized she was trying to get drunk, fast, on purpose. “Don’t drink so fast, honey, unless you want to go home early”

“Oh, whatever. Don’t you want to know the gossip?”

“Let’s hear it”

“I broke up with Unai” 

“Oh, fuck. Are you okay?”

“I’m great, actually. I don’t think I was as into him as much as I thought. Or maybe I’m just a cold bitch”

“Or maybe he just sucked”

“And the sex wasn’t that good”

“No surprise with that ugly ass name”

She laughed and flicked his arm

He smiled. He was happy to hear the news. Best news since she decided to text him again. He hated the idea of someone else being with her. He didn’t own her or anybody else but he was happy there wasn’t going to be another guy kissing her and calling her at bedtime to say good night before she went to sleep.

“Have you been with anyone?” she asked looking towards the garden leaning towards the balcony again putting her beer on the ledge.

“Not really” he said as he leaned into the balcony looking at her; placing his beer on the ledge as well.

“Not even a one night stand?” she said now looking at him “No” “There’s no way, you were such a low-key fuck boy before we started dating, no te creo.”  ( I don’t believe you)

“No, de verdad que no”  (No, the truth is no)

“Why?”

“ 'Cause”

“ 'Cause of me?”

He sighed, “Yea”

Camila bit her lip and smiled, she got closer to where he was until she was in his space

“What would you say if I said I want you to fuck me?”

“I would say you’re drunk” he replied

“And you’re not?”

“No, and even if I were, I wouldn’t fuck you while you’re drunk”

“You don’t want to fuck me?” “You wouldn’t want me if you weren’t drunk” “I would” “I think you should stop drinking now and leave it that”

“I want you to kiss me, take my clothes off and fuck me, Pedri” she said in a low voice “Cami, I’m not going to. I’m going home. I can’t deal with this right now. I’ll come to your place tomorrow and we’ll talk about it. But not like this.” he insisted

“No, please, don't leave”  she said grabbing his hand “ Cami, I’m going, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow” he said caressing her free hand with his other hand, a bit of sadness peaking through his eyes. “Can you at least kiss me?” she begged He cupped her cheeks with his hands and gave her a small kiss. He left the balcony to excuse himself from leaving the party. Camila just looked at him leave, not knowing what to do next.

Pedri got into his car and just looked at the dashboard lights. “Joder!” he screamed. He tugged his hair and groaned “¡Que hostia, carajo!”. Everything he wanted just happened in the worst way possible. Did she really mean it? or was she just lonely? horny? Did she love him? a bit? or at all? Right now, he just wanted to get home and sleep it off. Tomorrow they had the last training before Sunday’s game.

          The next day after training he was driving towards her apartment, he had texted that he was on his way and she sent him a thumbs up in return. His hands on the steering wheel were sweating and fidgety. He was thinking of two possible scenarios;  she still feels the same or last night was a mistake. He was trying to prepare himself on how we would react to either of them because what he really wanted to do is say he loved her the same way he did before, the same as always, kiss her, make love to her, and be hers forever but wouldn’t dare, couldn’t. Not unless she showed interest. He played loud reggaeton to calm and distract himself.

           Camila buzzed him in. He went up the stairs and was met with an open door and her head and half her body sticking out waiting for him. “Hola” he said as he got closer to her door. “ Hola” she replied and stepped back to let him in. Pedri gave her one kiss on each cheek and asked her “ How’s the hangover?”

“It’s okay now. This morning? Not so much” Camila replied

“Lesson learned?” he said while he fidgeted with his fingers behind his back.

“Oh, please” she chuckled. “Should we sit down?”

He nodded

They sat down in her small couch in her studio apartment, small golden rays from the hour of late sunshine coming in between the white curtains from her balcony that faces the street

She sighed “Te pido perdón por lo de anoche” (I want to apologize for last night ) she stayed silent for a moment while looking at him looking for any reaction

“It’s okay” he said quietly after the awkward silence

 “I’m sure that made you uncomfortable, and if we’re to be friends, that’s not cool”

“We all have said and done things when we’re drunk that we don’t mean really mean”

“It’s not about meaning it or not, I shouldn’t have said that while I was drunk”

“Wait what?”

“I’m sorry, I've just missed you”

“ I miss you every day, Camila” “You never act like it, though” she said holding her own hands

“But I do, I just wanted to respect you and your wishes. I didn’t want to ruin the chance to be your friend. I care about you too much” “Fuck” She said as he pulled her knees toward her torso and wrapped her arms around them, she sighed “What did you mean when you said ‘it's not about meaning it or not?’” asked Pedri

“Um…” she lowered her legs and shifted her body towards him ” ‘cause I did mean it, I wanted to sleep with you”  she said “Oh…were you feeling lonely or something?” “No, I miss being with you, Pedri” That’s all he had been wanting to hear, just a hint of wanting, of interest, of love, just an excuse.

He acted almost on instinct, didn’t wait, didn’t ask;  his lips landed on hers, letting his lips feel her to remember what it was like to kiss her. The kiss from the night before was so fast and full of nerves that he didn’t get to feel the kiss, or how she reacted to it, that wasn’t happening now. She let out a lil' approving hum contrived in her mouth and she opened her mouth a bit so that she could feel her lips eat his. He pulled her in by wrapping his arms around her as he deepened the kiss with his tongue. He had been starved of her for all these months, he would be damned if he didn’t take this opportunity to have her, so show her his love. She tilted her head and let her tongue savor every inch of his mouth as she held onto the back of his neck. She felt him pulling her in even more, chest almost touching, her legs open to make room for him. He unwrapped himself to touch her hair, gave her one last small peck, and said “ We can sleep together tonight if you want”, giving her another kiss. 

“I want to, obviously” she said as she caressed his face with her finger and gave him another kiss.

“I don’t have condom, though” he said in between kisses

“I think I do. In my nightstand. You wanna come to bed?” she replied 

He nodded

The bed was hidden behind a vintage hand-painted divider between the couch and the bed, so they went around to the bed where he sat while she looked through her nightstand’s drawer

He looked around, she lives in a studio that somehow she managed to make cozy, styled in a sophisticated but simple manner. Kind of like her, an amazingly beautiful woman, who’s smart yet unassuming and was never full of herself,on the contrary, quite sensitive with a simple yet classy sense of style and self. He loved being around her and her things, her vibes again. 

“Found it,” she said, showing the wrapped product off like it was a golden ticket. “but, why are you still wearing all those clothes?” she said with a smirk plastered across her lips.

He chuckled, “I was waiting for you”

She put the condom on top the nightstand “No, sir, you take it off first. It’s not like you’re shy, you get naked in front of dozens of men all the time”

“god, okay” he said. He took his jacket and shirt off showing her his athletic physique. He looked up at her, looking to be desired. He hadn’t been with anyone in almost five months and he wanted to, needed to be desired.

She got close to him, still standing next to the bed, placed her hands on his shoulder and caressed them and his chest “You’re so hot, it’s unfair” she said as she sat down next to him, as he smiled. 

“You’re turn, bonita”. She was wearing a short skater dress with string sleeves and a cardigan. She took off the cardigan, slipped the sleeves off, and took the whole thing off while he looked on, staring at her while she was only wearing her tiny panties. 

“Eres hermosa, no me cansaría nunca de mirarte quitarte la ropa” (You’re beautiful, I would never get tired of looking at you take your clothes off)

She went over to hover over him, reaching for his belt and pants. She commanded him to take it all off and so he did. 

He went in for her mouth while his hand slipped in between her panties and her slit, feeling her wetness, he rubbed her up and down then went for her clit, drawing circles on it. She let a few small moans die in his mouth.

“I want you, now, please” she said

He reached over the condom, his cock was throbbing hard. He slid in the condom on saying “I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I might not last as much as we both want to”

“I don't care, I just want you inside, please” she said laying down, taking off her panties. 

He kissed her again, and got himself lined up in between her legs, he slid his member up and down her slit getting her juices all over his dick. She moaned and whined with “baby” when he did. He thrust himself inside her and then again slowly, to get adjusted and to not hurt her. She was so wet it went right in without any resistance. He was beside himself, she was the prettiest girl and she was under him taking him in. He kept his thrusting steady as he felt a warmness in his chest and cock at the same time, he never wanted and loved anyone so much in his young life. 

“ I love you” he said as he kept giving it to her and kissing her  “dios— so much” he said between breaths,

She opened her eyes, taken out from her pleasure trance, and said “Sit down”

He kissed her cheek, got off her, and followed her orders. She got on his lap, held his hard and wet member with her hand and put the tip inside herself, then slid into it, they both hissed at the overwhelming feeling. She started riding his dick with intent. In between moans, groans, and breaths she asked

“Do you still love me?”

“god, yes” he said looking up at her

“ Do you love being- joder, que rico- inside me?” (fuck, so good). She felt him getting even harder inside her

“It’s my favorite place to be” he answered pulling her closer to him 

Resting her forehead on his she asked  “Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes”  

“Now?”

“Almost”

He helped her go faster with his hands on her hips as her juices flooded his cock and part of his inside thighs. “Do you love me?” he asked kissing her neck

“I love you so much” she let out a desperate little moan “ I want you to come for me”

 He couldn't hold it much longer, her words were putting him over the edge

“Me voy a correr” (I’m going to come) he said as her riding got faster and harder, feeling the friction of his cock riding up against her walls.

“Come for me, baby” she said, riding him until he was a mess of groans and whines feeling his cock twitch inside her. He let out a loud moan and let his body collapse against hers, his face landing on her chest, breathing like he just had sprinted across the pitch. “Joder, te amo tanto” (Fuck, I love you so much).

She hugged him and peppered his cheek with kisses.  “yo también, amor”. (me too, love)

“Lay down for me” he said as he tried to calm himself down from his high. He took his condom off, knotted it, and threw it on the floor while she moved to rest on her pillows. He told her to open her legs as he went in to eat her out, not wanting her to go unsatisfied. Pedri sucked, touched, licked and teased her clit and core until she was begging him to keep going, to not stop, she was so close. He looked up at her, while he kept fingering her hole and licking her clit, met her eyes staring down at him, mouth open only being able to make noises. Camila came on Pedri’s mouth just as he wanted, screaming “sí, Pedri, sí”,  his mouth and chin full of her. He wiped his face with his fingers, and while she looked at him unable to catch her breath yet, he licked his fingers clean and said “You always taste so good, Cami”. Camila let an embarrassed giggle out and said “Come here, Pedro Gonzalez!”  while signaling for him to come on top of her. She kissed him, tasting herself all over his mouth. He moved next to her, and laid there looking at her, the happiest he had been in months.

Camila ran her fingers through Pedri’s hair, styling his messy waves, “Can you stay the night?” she inquired.

“Only if I can stay over tomorrow night after the game and the day after that too” replied Pedri, caressing her naked hips.

“Only if I can stay at your place the rest of the week” she said 

“Deal” Pedri said and gave her a small and soft peck on the lips. 

       The last game of the season was coming up, and Pedri had asked Camila to come and sit with his family to see his game and join the La Liga trophy celebrations. They had guaranteed the league title win two matches before. Pedri and Cami had kept their reunion on the download, telling only friends and family. When he sat down to ask her, he gave her a mini-speech about how much he loved her and respected her wishes to be private but he really wanted to share this important moment with her at Camp Nou, his first league as champions. Camila didn’t need a lot of convincing, she had been thinking about it since they had the mathematical win of La Liga. “I’ll be there, next to Fer” she told Pedri, she was ready. He gave her a long hug, kissing her neck. He loved her and wanted everyone to know she was his girl, he wanted to share everything with her, including this very important but public moment in his life.

The whistle blew on their last game and all the players ran to the pitch, jumping and celebrating. The first league title for Fc Barcelona since Messi left, since the 2018-19 season. Camila sat next to Fer and Pedri’s parents. They all talked, laughed, and got excited during the game. Fer was making Cami laugh during the game trash-talking against the rival team, Celta Fc, and at one point said, “You wait, I’m going to tell Pedri he was shit for missing that goal opportunity”. Cami laughed and said, “Don’t you dare, Fernando!”. People had already seen Camila with Pedri’s family and fan pictures and videos were already being shared on social media, although she noticed some phones pointed at her, she decided that these things were not going to affect her today, today was Pedri’s day and she was focused on being happy.

There was Pedri trying to look up at where his family was, waving towards them. The trophy and celebration decor were being put up and the players went to change into the champion's shirts. “We’re going down after they present them with the trophy, going down to the pitch, ok?” said Fer 

“Okay” said Cami giving him a thumbs up and wink.

After the trophy was presented and Xavi, Busi, and Alba gave speeches, they played music on the speakers, and families were cued to come down. They went down along with Ferran Torres' family and Sira. Sira covered her mouth and whispered, “Pedri is really excited you're here, you can see it on his face”. Camila just smiled and looked up to see if she could also see him. She saw him jogging down to meet them. He first gave his mom and dad a big hug and then met Fer who also gave him a hug. Camila was just a few steps behind. Pedri pulled away and his eyes met with Camila's. He couldn’t believe how pretty she looked, wearing an Fc Barcelona jersey, her hair down, red lips, and a big smile on her face.

“Hola, mi amor” (Hello, my love) he said as he went to hug her

“Hola, bello”  (Hello, beautiful boy) she said as she embraced his hug

“Felicidades, campeón” (Congratulation, Champion) she said as she pulled back to look at him

“Thank you, honey” he said smiling and gave her a small kiss on her lips.

She gave him another hug. “Come on, let’s go take a picture with the trophy” said Pedri The whole family took a few pictures and he also asked for a picture just with Camila. She looked up at the stands and saw there were thousands of people still in there. The team, along with the families, went around the whole stadium waving and celebrating with the fans. After walking with his parents Pedri walked towards Camila again, who was goofing around with Sira, Ferran, Eric, and Gavi, and held her hand. 

“Thanks for coming, Cami” he said covering his mouth with his free hand “I love you”

She looked at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy, without covering her mouth she said “ I love you too”. They finished doing the lap and they all went to the tunnel. He said bye to his family. “I’ll see you later at home, yea?” he said to Camila “Vale, nos vemos en casa.” (Okay, see you at home) she said, gave him a kiss and walked away with his family The video of Camila and Pedri's moment on the pitch went viral, people had figured out she had said “I love you too” by reading her lips. The reaction was positive, unlike last time. She wasn’t going to be negatively harassed en mass like before. Pedri was so happy while changing in the dressing room, he had a stupid grin on his face, it meant as much as the league trophy to have had her there that night. The boys celebrated even more in the dressing room and he just sat down on a bench, laughed, and sang, getting hugs and cheek kisses from his teammates, thinking how lucky he was. It had been 7 months since Camila had walked out of his house, to turn his happy life into a miserable one and now he was the happiest man in Barcelona. He had his Cami and her love. No one else to claim her, to kiss her, to call her, to hug her, to miss her, only him, to love her, love her, love her.

[nemiepaezgavira]

Loving Your Everything

Chapter 3

"Can you LEAVE?!!", The guy in the bed stated, asserting his need for me to leave, a little too harshly.

"I thought you were here for your friend? What are you doing, getting into other people's room, miss?", The nurse questioned. I felt the cold sweat dripping down my forehead. What WAS I doing there?

"You said Will was in room 403 so..", My voice trailed off, nervousness and anxiety rushing through me, as I felt all the eyes on me.

"This is 408, and you need to LEAVE, unless you want me to press charges for Assault and BATTERY", The Bed Guy shouted, his eyes closing, as he winced in pain, each time the nurse unwound the bandage on his wound.

I pursed my  lips in humiliation, picked up my bag and walked out of the room, mentally cursing my mind for wandering enough, to not even see which room I was getting into . "Hey, wait!", I heard, as I was walking down the corridor. I didn't want to create any more hassle so instead of turning around like a normal person, I kept on walking. The guy came up to me and held out my phone. "You forgot this", He said. My face grew a deep shade of red in embarrassment, as I took the phone, apologizing profusely. "Don't apologize, it happens sometimes", he said, somehow comforting me , "I'm Pedri".

"I'm so sorry for not holding the elevator earlier, I did press the hold button but it just moved you know, I'm so sorry, and that thing with the room, I was just thinking a lot of things  and was in a haze so....you know...I'm sorry"

"It's fine, we're good on that, everyone has those days and anyway the elevator does malfunction sometimes, I understand", He laughed.

"Your friend didn't think it was fine", I mumbled, remembering his angry face.

"Nah, he was just in a bad mood, he's a good person, it's just that his injury has got him out of the field for so long, that he's gone a little loose with his head and has a hard time socializing"

"Field..?", I asked

"You don't know us?", He asked, looking surprised.

I blinked. My brain was ticking. Pedri..Pedri...Pedri..Pedri...and it hit me. The football player. I flushed in embarrassment yet again, when my brain finally processed everything, I'd just met Gavi and was standing in front of Pedri. I'd been a huge Barca fan, and the fact that I'd totally ignored someone like Pedri, felt like an insult to my Blaugrana soul.

However, I had all the blood I'd witnessed that day, a friend's blood, to blame for my scrambled brain.

"I'm so sorry", I gushed, my cheeks feeling hot, not from humiliation  but the adrenaline rush I was suddenly experiencing. " I'm such a HUGE Culer, I simply don't know how I missed you..., but well, I've been really busy today so that may be one reason but oh my God, I love you all so much, I can't explain how I'm feeling".

Pedri seemed to be enjoying the attention because he was smiling ear to ear and I could feel his eyes grow brighter as they looked into mine.

"It's fine, it happens sometimes", He laughed,"So, should we exchange numbers?".

 I blushed, wanting to die.... wanting to do a whole victory dance. Pedri Gonzalez wanted MY number. My Number. I could feel my heart beating fast, as I unlocked my phone and handed it to him. The pure euphoria of those 15 seconds that I spent, standing next to Pedri, were the moments I never wanted to have to end. He quickly typed in his number before typing mine into his. "I didn't get your name", He said, looking up from his phone, his thumb hovering over the keypad. "Evelyn, Evie, keep it Evie", I mumble, feeling feverish. It all seemed like a dream and suddenly, an awkward nightmare too.

I was standing so close to a celebrity, covered in blood, smelling like sweat and blood, looking like a mess with my dirty clothes and disgustingly tangled hair. I was kicking myself for not being more careful with my appearance.

"I'll see you around, Evie", Pedri said, giving me a quick smile before walking off, leaving me, with my heart feeling like it'd just run a marathon.

[pedripics]

shipping accounts on here rlly just mind their business and still get attacked….meanwhile pedri x y/n users are thriving and no one talks abt them 🤷‍♀️

it’s both fiction at the end of the day and that’s completely fine. as long as it stays on the platform i don’t see a problem with either because it’s not content meant for them to see but from fans for fans. imo there’s a line crossed for both when it comes to smut involving minors (especially when written by a non-minor!!!) or when it involves topics such as sa but that’s exactly what the block function is for

[pedrisbanana]

Have you seen any pictures where you can kind of see the banana? 👀

I have never seen any, but as far as I'm concerned I don't search for these kind of pictures.

Please remember that Pedri is a real human being and don't treat him less just because he's famous. We need to stay respectful !

Fiction is fun, but invading privacy is not. I know as a fan, especially if you're younger, you want to feel as close as possible to your idols and social media can give you the feeling of actually being part of their life.

Obviously I joke about certain things and I sometimes post sexualizing pictures, as long as they're not too invading. Pedrisbanana is an obvious innuendo, but I won't google if there are any pictures, because I would feel uncomfortable about it !

You're supposed to have fun on my blog and I'm happy if you enjoy my work.

In the past I had problems in another fandom, because certain people couldn't separate fiction and real life.

So please respect your idols/favourite footballers as they are real people. You can still enjoy a good piece of fiction.

I'm sending lots of love 💕

[highdreaming]

Preferences: You being involved in a cheating scandal

💢 All the works are pure fictions, for entertainment purposes only so please, read it at your own will.

Find more at: Masterlist

» Pedri + Gavi + João Félix

AN: Please like, reblog and give me feedback!

Also, give me cool ideas for these preferences, I'm liking doing them.

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Pedri 

When some photos of you allegedly cheating on Pedri are posted on the Internet, Pedri is gonna be very cold and distant towards you.

All the loyalty proofs you’ve given him during your relationship are ruined by the seed of suspicion that is now planted on Pedri’s mind. 

He can’t shake away what he’s seen and read online, all those accusations about you. Those incriminating photos: what if he doesn’t know the real you? What if you did lie to him about having an affair?

How can he trust you?

All of these doubts are gonna make Pedri distance himself from you, shifting to a more gloomy mood and everyone notices this change, especially you.

You assure him over and over again that you’d never cheat on him, that it’s not even you in the photos. It’s simply a similar girl with her back to the camera - you don’t even have those clothes. 

You do everything you can to convince Pedri that those are lies, but he still ends up asking for some timeout to think. 

Eventually, after a short period of time being miserable without you, Pedri realizes that he should have trusted you and he’ll beg you for forgiveness.

From now on, he’ll stay miles away from whatever fake rumors involving you. 

Gavi

Gavi is confused as hell, but also upset. Many questions haunting him: is there any reality to the rumors? He definitely doesn’t want to believe in it and he loves you so much that he’ll just pretend like nothing has happened.

He just shakes his head and convinces himself that it’s all a bunch of shitty lies, none of them true. But deep down, he’s gonna be insecure about it. 

If you don’t mention the scandal, then neither will he. He just lets it go, pretending like nothing ever happened. But Gavi is gonna change, becoming possessively clingy.

Always trying to be around you when there are guys involved and doing his best to keep them away from you to the point it gets utterly suffocating with your boyfriend trying to keep you to himself at all times.

He’s so moody and snappy when he sees you looking towards another guy and it drives you crazy when he literally starts fights with random guys just because they looked at you. 

It eventually leads to a fight between the two of you and you’ll end up finding out that he’s insecure about the possibility of those awful rumors being true. 

Once Gavi realizes that you’re innocent and it’s just the crazy fans creating drama, he’ll be much more at ease, going back to his normal self, deeply apologizing for all. 

João Félix

João is kinda used to being swamped in dating and cheating scandals.

His previous relationship also had the same issue and with time, he learned to ignore all the jealous people in the world and to focus on what really matters: you. 

He knows for a fact that you love him so much that you barely even acknowledge the existence of other guys. You love him just as deeply as he loves you. 

So, his response is simply to ignore the rumors. If you try to explain yourself to João, don’t bother: he’ll brush your worries away by assuring you that he knows that it’s just some pathetic gossip, that he trusts you with his life and that you don’t need to explain yourself. 

He goes as far as posting a few memorable moments you two spent together on social media, making sure the haters know that he’s living his best life with you and that no one, much less random strangers online, can destroy your relationship.

That’s how much he loves you. 

End of story. 

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[pedrisslut]

Pedri’s Slut⭐️

⚜️I’m a new writer to Tumblr and I’m a football fan fiction writer⚜️

Send in your requests and I will get to them as soon as possible.

I mostly write smut hence the name but if you can be detailed in your fluff request I can try🫠

I don’t write for some players so just ask me but of course I’ll write for Pedri💛