#pedri fanfiction

[sports-on-sundays]

i NEED some pedri enemies to lovers where the reader is dating joao felix and he is really abusive to her and when pedri finds out in a party he defends the reader

got your back / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x female!reader - Pedri hates you. Well, that is, until he's faced with a situation to genuinely be concerned with you. Then? Of course he doesn't hate you!

Warnings: mention of sexual abuse/crossing boundaries, discomfort, language, unwanted physical/sexual action being pushed, mention of sickness, having to fake happiness/being fine, physical abuse, anxiety, fear, don't read if you could be sensitive to anything here- I'd hate to hurt anyone or bring back any pain or anxiety anyone might have - read at your own risk!

Author's Note: I got nothing against João, so instead of using him, I just made the guy an unnamed La Liga player, because I don't want to paint anyone in a terrible image, and I'm sorry if I have done that in the past, but I don't feel comfortable with it. I hope this makes sense and you understand! Thanks for the request!

Requested?: Yes.

You and Pedri hate each other. You've known each other forever, and from the very beginning, your personalities clashed. At times, things were better, but after fallout after fallout in your friendship, it's come to a point where both of you decided that what's done is done, and it's likely just the best for both of you to leave each other alone and stay out of each other's lives.

You don't think about Pedri. Not often, anyway. Now with your new relationship, too, anyway, and all the struggles that are coming with that, you're glad you don't have to worry about all the arguments you and Pedri used to have.

Your boyfriend really wanted you to come to this specific match, though. Against Barcelona. You tried to explain to him that you really would rather not go to a Barcelona game to watch him, simply because of the stress of possibly running into Pedri, though you know how unlikely that really is.

But with your bad luck, who even knows?

Well, the match goes alright, but, admittedly, your boyfriend's team gets hammered by Barcelona, so you suppose you're supposed to be disappointed.

You're walking out, waiting to meet up with your boyfriend, when suddenly, your bad luck strikes.

Of course.

Well, it really has nothing to do with luck, or the lack of it. Though you don't know that. You don't know that Pedri made the effort to find you when he saw that you're at the game.

To you, your bad luck is just making you run straight into Pedri.

"Y/n!" Pedri says as soon as he sees you, stopping in front of you.

You roll your eyes, looking away from him, murmuring simply, "Why are you talking to me."

He stares. Those stupid, stupid eyes, sharply bearing into you. He snorts, saying, "Jeez. Because I know you?"

"Didn't we agree it'd be best to go our separate ways?"

He stares, before snorting, saying, "Doesn't mean I have to treat you like a stranger."

You bite your lip, looking up. "After what you've done to me, I'd rather like it to be that way, actually."

He stares, almost dumbfounded, before the anger sets in. "Oh yeah, and what have I done to you? Get over yourself, you're acting as if I traumatized you! It was never that bad!"

"Pedri, I don't want to talk to you," you say simply, shoving past him as you see your boyfriend start heading down the hall towards you.

He snorts, shrugging, and snaps, "Well, alright, then! You fuck off, too, if that's what you want me to say back!" And with that, you both walk away, feeling angrier than you really have to be.

"He was bothering you?" your boyfriend asks, raising an eyebrows, his arms snaking around your waist.

But it doesn't provide much comfort, considering that probably part of the reason you reacted so harshly towards Pedri is because of the stress already welling up in your chest about your boyfriend himself.

He's over half the problem. In fact, he might be one hundred percent the problem, or at least close to it.

You don't want to be here. You don't want to be at your boyfriend's flat, either. In fact, all you want right now is to be in your own home, alone, in bed, with your pajamas on and a blanket enveloping you.

But instead, you have a drink in your hand, are wearing a black, lacy dress, and are thoroughly exhausted with having to stand there, arm linked with your boyfriend's, looking nice and pretty next to him.

It painfully feels just a little bit too much like all clout.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't done what he did to you last night after the match. He had forced you to do things you certainly weren't comfortable with. Especially not only four months into dating. It was too much for you.

Maybe for other people, it wouldn't have mattered. Maybe other girls would have actually loved that.

You? You've been feeling sick to your stomach for the last twenty-four hours, completely uncomfortable with your boyfriend, and having to fake it all the while. That hasn't been the first time something like this has happened. This time was just the worst.

You should've seen it coming. It's like on top of it all, regret is nawing at you as well.

The night is superficial and empty already, but your stomach lurches as soon as you get a glimpse of none other than Pedri González. You turn your head away, hoping for him to not recognize you, feeling even sicker than before, if that was even possible.

Your fucking luck, huh.

It's then, that, though you really thought things actually couldn't get any worse, that they really do.

Your boyfriend leans in and whispers close to your ear, "You look pale. Bored?"

You swallow, shrugging, "I guess."

"The night's still young, but there's nothing here for us." His hand on your lower back slips down a bit. You swallow as he continues, "We could step out and spice it up a bit."

Your jaw clenches. "Oh, no, that's okay..."

He chuckles. "Trying to be all neat and prissy? Don't play that game. C'mon," he murmurs, taking your hand and starting to lead you away through the groups of people around at the party.

"No, no, really... it's okay..." you murmur weakly, feeling dread and, frankly, fear sink in.

No, no, no. Not this again.

What's he going to do?

He seems to ignore you as you slip into a narrow hallway where some bathrooms are. Not the main bathrooms, though. You didn't even know there were bathrooms back here.

So no one promises to come this way.

Which means it's completely private.

You swallow.

It's then that he pushes you against the wall, getting close, and murmurs, "I could make this night very interesting for you, honey."

You turn your head away, looking down, towards the floor. "U-hm... You sure this is a... safe idea?"

"No," he grins. "I know it's fucking dangerous. But I also know it's a fucking good idea. Now, stop all this coy shit."

With that, he grabs your chin, shoving it up, making the back of your head hit the wall. "Ow-!" you murmur, your face crinkling with a quick grimace.

He hums. "Oh, get over yourself. You know you want this just as much as I do..."

"I-" you begin, but are interrupted by his lips meeting yours in a rough kiss.

It doesn't even feel good.

Your brain is screaming, your head pounding.

Fear grips your chest.

He moves his body against yours in a disgusting way, and every single cell in your body frantically searches for some way to make it stop.

It's then that you feel his hand stroking your thigh, grabbing at the bottom of your dress. You pull away long enough just to say desperately, "No- Please, no- Not here... please."

But he slaps your thigh, hard. You bite back a yelp as he murmurs, "I can do what I want to y-"

"And I can do what I want to you, too!" a voice suddenly says, before, in a flash, you watch as a hand slaps itself across your boyfriend's face. He stumbles back, which means you stumble forward, but there are arms there to catch you.

Not your boyfriend's, though- he's holding his face, looking absolutely shocked at-

You turn to see who has his arm around you from behind.

Pedri.

"What the hell?!" your boyfriend roars.

"Ask yourself that, asshole! Didn't she tell you to stop?"

"None of it is your business!"

"It is when you're doing it in a public area, for God's sake!"

You watch as your 'boyfriend' gulps and murmurs, "Let go of her."

"How about we stop talking as if Y/n isn't here? Y/n, do you want to fucking stay with him?"

You stare ahead, feeling so caught off guard by what has just happened, and the question that Pedri is apparently proposing for you to decide.

As unfortunate as it seems to you, you know which of them you trust more, despite all the trouble you've had with Pedri over the years.

"Listen," you say to your boyfriend, swallowing back tears. "I think you just better go now... I'll pick up my stuff from your flat in a few days... I think it'd be best- best to just end it here, now. I just don't think I'm the kind of person who's right for you."

As you ramble on anxiously, the rage builds up in his eyes more and more, before he yells, "Fine!" slaps you hard across the face, and leaves, walking off.

You stand, staring, your eyes watering in pain. You swallow.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

"I- I don't know."

Pedri folds you into his arms. "You can come back with me to my hotel room, if you want."

You sniff, holding back tears, before nodding. "I- Okay... Let's go."

Once there, you broke down. Sat on Pedri's hotel room bed and cried. And he sat there with you, being that shoulder to cry on. And your rivalry and friendship fall outs and all the other garbage between the two of you seem to slowly fade away. For now. At least just for tonight.

It's the least of your problems.

Now you lay, staring at the wall. You hear Pedri exiting the bathroom. Walking across the room. The weight on the bed shifting as he gets on.

"Y/n..." he says gently.

"Yeah?"

There's a few moments of hesitation, before he says softly, "Mind if I lay with you."

Now hesitation on your part. "Go ahead."

You feel him lay down next to you. His arm gently, tentatively wraps around you.

You lay together, in silence for a while.

"I'm sorry," Pedri suddenly says after long enough.

"For what? You helped me."

"For every single thing I did wrong over the years. I'm sorry for the fact that every time, I screwed it up again."

"It wasn't just you. I was fifty percent of the problem."

"I guess I just... I just like you a lot, you know? I just don't know what to do with that. I didn't realize it until you've been out of my life for six months now."

You nod slowly.

"I'm glad I found you when I did."

"I am, too," you say simply back.

"Seeing him do that to you... That... it's like all I could feel was pure... rage."

You don't have much to say to that, so just whisper softly, "Thank you... for helping me."

He nods slowly. Pulls you closer.

You don't mind. This kind of thing; it feels comforting. Not scary.

You lay there in more silence, before Pedri says softly, "Can we try this again?"

"Can I trust you?"

He sighs. "I think I finally realized how much I can't live without you. How much I care about you."

You snort, yawning. "If I didn't know better, I'd think that almost sounds romantic."

More silence, before he finally says, "Maybe it is. But even if it were, would that even matter right now?"

You shrug, looking back at him with sleepy eyes. "I reckon not. But it might matter someday."

He smiles softly, kisses your nose, and silences himself fully before sleep takes the both of you.

[judebelle]

reader playing for the females Barca and during a game where halfway through a game she hurt her knee or got injured and is torn because she was the youngest of the team! And Pedri getting worried and the guys have to calm him down after seeing you get out on the stretcher! Ty <3

your pain is my pain - p.g. x reader

a/n : keep these creative reqs comingg!!!

cw : swearing, angst, injury, fluff

wc : 1.6k

pairing : pedri gonzalez x fem!reader

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the spotlight shone down on you. as the game unfolded, your exceptional speed and agility became the focal point of the match, captivating the audience with your electrifying bursts of speed across the field.

with every stride, you showcased an impressive combination of skill and determination that left spectators in awe. in the blink of an eye, you skillfully maneuvered past defenders, leaving your opponents astonished in your tracks.

as you approached the goal, the anticipation in the stadium reached an all time high. in a swift and calculated move, you ripped a powerful shot that soared past the goalkeeper, finding its place in the back of the net.

the crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating not only the goal but also the extraordinary talent of you, y/n l/n.

running towards the corner flag, your fingers drew together in the shape of goggles before your brought them up to frame your eyes. you stood in front of the crowd, dedicating your goal to your boyfriend, pedro.

the crowd chanted your name as your teammates jumped up on your shoulders, arms, back, shoving you left and right in congratulations. you gave one last look to the v.i.p. stands above. pedro blew you a kiss and cheered for you.

---

you were nearing the halftime whistle, and aitana had struck the ball towards you. her perfectly executed pass met your quick feet as you travelled up the pitch.

the crowd roared as you sprinted faster and faster, struggling to keep up with your own legs.

however, the cheers in the stadium quickly turned to shouts of concern as you were tackled by an opposing defender. with a loud yelp, sure to have been caught by the microphones on the sidelines. you suddenly grimaced in pain and crumbled to the ground.

the whistle blew, and the passionate energy from the fans was overshadowed by a hushed silence.

medical personnel rushed to your side as you clutched your knee in agony. you rolled side to side with gritted teeth and eyes shut tight. the atmosphere in the stadium became somber. you felt a cooling spray touch the burning skin of your knee while your teammates surrounded you. some medics moved you and lifted you off the cold hard turf. you were laid on a stretcher.

as you were carefully transferred off the field, you rested your palm over your eyes to block the inescapable sun. you continued to hiss softly in pain on your journey off the pitch.

tears collected in your eyes before the sunlight slowly disappeared and you were rushed through the tunnel.

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pedro's eyes were fixed intently on the field as he witnessed the intense battle between your team and the opponents. you had been weaving through the defenders with exceptional agility, showing off your determination on the pitch.

the crowd roared with excitement as you made a breakthrough, but the thrill turned to dread in an instant. an opposing defender executed a fierce tackle, sending you sprawling to the ground with an audible yelp.

pedro's heart clenched as the distressing sound rang in his ears. "shit." he whispered before he leapt to his feet, unable to contain the surge of worry that washed over him. his barcelona teammates and close friends, sensing his escalating anxiety, rushed to his side.

"hey, pedro bro, she's tough, she'll be okay," reassured pablo, placing a calming hand on pedro's shoulder.

"yeah, remember that time she sprained her ankle and came back even stronger?" added fermin, attempting to offer words of encouragement.

but pedro's eyes remained glued to the field, the drama unfolding before him. each passing moment felt like an eternity, growing concern and worry etched on his face. not even the reassurances and comforting gestures of his friends managed to anchor him down.

if he was able to run onto the pitch to see you, he would've been by your side already.

he watched as you were stretchered off. your hand was covering your eyes, but he could make out the pained expression on your face. pedro felt the air knock out of his lungs at the sight of it.

"y/n!" he called out hopelessly, knowing no matter what he did, you were still hurt. he rushed out of the stands, muttering 'sorry' and 'excuse me' whenever he could.

cameras were pointed at him now, but he couldn't care less. all he needed was to be by your side. his feet quickly moved as he descended the stairs of the stadium.

with that, he ran into the tunnel to follow you, urgency written on his features.

he followed the men wheeling you towards a room before a nurse shut it and turned to him in surprise.

"sir, you can't be here right now-"

"i need to see her, please. is she okay? what happened?" his chest heaved from both running to try to see you and the worry settling in his heart.

the woman looked down in guilt before mumbling. "i'm very sorry sir, it looks quite serious. you'll have to wait out here until she's checked up and possibly operated on. it might take a while, are you sure you want to-"

"yes! yes, its fine. i'll sit here." he felt bad for cutting her off again, but it was like tunnel vision. the only thing on his mind was you.

---

it felt like years had passed before the door had creaked open and a nurse came out.

pedro was slouched in the same chair he sat in. she had a soft smile on her face which soothed his raging thoughts.

his back straightened and his head perked up, hoping that he would be allowed to see you.

"she's been asking for you, sir. you can go in now" she spoke, her smile reached her eyes as his eyes lit up.

"thank you."

pedro quickly raised himself up off the chair and hurried towards the door after shooting the nurse a thankful look.

he pushed the door open to see you laying on a hospital bed. you were changed out of your kit and into a gown, and your leg was slung up off the bed with a cast on your knee.

pedro took notice to the two crutches waiting for you against the wall beside you.

"jesus.." he uttered, eyes scanning over your frame on the bed, circles under your eyes. a heartbeat monitor was beeping steadily beside you and it was driving him mad.

he quickly ushered over beside you and engulfed your cold hand in his. he noticed your eyes didn't light up the way they usually did as his thumb rubbed over yours.

he didn't know what to say. he couldn't ask you 'what's wrong?', because that was idiotic. obviously you were upset, but there was something heavier lingering in the air.

without warning, you blurted out,

"i tore my acl. i'm out for the rest of the season."

as soon as the blunt words left your mouth, tears entered your eyes. you bit your lip as if saying that sentence physically hurt you. of course it did. football was your life. it hurts to have something you are so passionate about be stolen from you so fast.

pedro knew how it felt. he had just come back to barcelona after two months because of an injury. of course, he knew he would return after a short while. his injury wasn't as career threatening as yours. players don't usually come back in the same form after any acl injury, let alone tearing it fully.

"ai, mi pobre chica..." (ai, my poor girl...)

he kissed his teeth and his free hand went to gently stroke your face, moving your baby hairs out of the way.

his eyes were a soft reflection of yours, as if he was the one laying in this bed.

you finally let the tears escape, choked sobs escaping from your chapped lips. his hand left your face and joined the other to completely grasp your shaking ones.

"dont cry, mi amor. it will be okay. it will all work out in the end."

pedro's attempts to console you were banished in the sorrow of the small room and the soft beeping of your heart monitor.

but they were forgotten when he saw the tears stream down your cheeks and the pained expression etched onto the face he loved so dearly.

his attempts to console you disappeared when he felt his own warm tears dripping down his jaw and onto the hands that held onto yours tightly.

he didn't usually cry, but something about seeing you do so so hopelessly when he knew he couldn't soothe your pain hurt him.

maybe it was the fact that he played the sport as well, and knew how much it hurt. he could empathize with you and could resonate with the pain that you felt.

maybe it was because you were the first person he truly cared for, and witnessing you lose something so precious to you was like mourning the loss himself.

or maybe it was because his love for you ran so deep it seeped into his bones and into the fibre of his being.

every ache you felt, he carried within himself, your shared sorrows silently uniting your hearts in an unyielding bond.

he felt his breath hitch when your hands stopped squeezing his, falling unresponsive in a dejected trance.

he pried open his lips, the ones that so eagerly wanted to connect with yours. his voice shook,

"your pain is my pain."

[89pedri]

˚₊‧ hi everyone ˚₊‧

→ i’m maria & i am a longtime barca fan

→ since la liga is starting back up, i’d love to write some fanfic / blurbs about pedri (my fave) and other (barca) players but i need some inspiration

→ please give me suggestions for ideas you’d like to read - i have only written about mason mount before

˚₊‧ thank you :”) ˚₊‧

[orodaeh]

Okay honestly FUCK OFF... how can he be so hot and cute at the same time. GOD send me a Pedro Pascal right now... i need him. God took his time with him...

Pictures by Trudiebooth and Sarah on Pinterest

[gavisfanta]

Rough sex with pedri

VOLUME - PEDRI

summary: After reuniting with your boyfriend in Qatar, it didn't take long for you to end up in his bed.

warnings: smut, dirty talk

After arriving in Qatar to meet your boyfriend, you knew it wouldn't take long enough for you to end up in his bed. You two haven't seen eachother since 1 month since you were travelling because of your job. However you made sure to go to Qatar as soon as you can.

And soon you found yourself in Pedri's hotelroom already, him kissing your body as he took off his clothes.

"But princesa, we have to be quiet, we don't want Ferran to hear what kind of heavenly noises you make." Pedri said as he ran his tip along your folds, teasing you.

"Mhm" You mumbled while throwing your head back. The sensations that were filling up your body made you feel so needy.

"Do you need this cock so bad that you can't even speak?" Pedri smiled as he looked at you, laying below him on the bed.

"Pedri quit playing" You moaned as he rubbed his tip to your clit.

He smiled as he then inserted himself inside of you, giving you a little time to adjust since it has been so long.

Normally Pedri was very rough in bed, but you loved that.

Just as if he heard your thoughts, he started thrusting inside of you at a fast pace. You immediately threw your head back as you moaned loudly, Pedri smiled as he leaned forward while still snapping his hips against yours.

"Everytime i thrust inside you, i brand you as mine even deeper." Pedri whispered into your ear in a low tone. "Admit it amor, there's no one on this earth that can make you feel like this besides me."

You moaned while throwing back your head, gripping the sheets besides you while the whole bed was moving due to Pedri thrusting inside you so hard and fast.

"Feel me amor, enjoy it, we both know you want this." Pedri kept whispering into your ear, making you clench around him as you tried not to come at his words alone. "Scream for me, let everyone hear how much you love being treated like a slut."

You were sure that if Pedri didn't stop talking in the next few seconds you were about to come. He pushed himself deep within you, holding your hips against his powerful thrusts.

"Pedri!" You screamed and Pedri moaned silently.

"Sí Amor, scream my name, let me hear how much you need me." Pedri teased you and began to rub your clit, looking at you meanwhile to see how you're reacting.

"Pedri please, I'm about to-" You moaned out, legs shaking like crazy and just as you felt like you were about to come, Pedri pulled out. You came undone and you threw your head back while moaning.

Meanwhile your boyfriend was looking at you, smiling even. "Why did you do that?" You asked after you came down from your high.

"You didn't earn it yourself to come on my cock." Pedri said as he wrapped his hand around his erection. You tried to sit up and then looked at his dick.

You got on your knees infront of him and pushed away his own hand, Pedri's lips immediately formed into a smile while he held back your hair in a make shift ponytail.

"Don't come too fast." You laughed as you looked up at him.

Pedri grinned while looking down at you and pushing his dick down your throat. "You know I won't." Just after a few thrusts from Pedri inside of your mouth, he pulled out completely and slapped your cheek with his dick.

You then ran your right hand up and down his lenght while looking up at him, his big brown eyes looking down at you made you shiver.

You then started licking around his tip, slowly teasing him while still jerking him off with both hands.

Pedri threw his head back eventually after you began to suck his tip, low moans escaped his lips while you fastened up your hands. You felt his load shoot into your mouth and you opened your mouth to show him, he leaned down to you and closed your mouth.

"Swallow for me." Pedri mumbled while still keeping his hand on your jaw. You opened your mouth again after you swallowed and he smiled a bit.

"Good job, now get on the bed." Pedri said and pulled you up by your arm. You laid down on the bed, waiting for what he will do. He grabbed your hips with one hand, his firm grip spinning you around so that you were now on your back. You pushed yourself up onto all fours and he creeped up behind you.

"Good job, seems like you know whats good for you." Pedri leaned over you, his hard dick pressing against your ass while he kissed your shoulder, his right hand moved below you, where your tits were. He cupped the right one in his hand and then alined himself with you. Not one second after that, your pussy stretched out to his size, in this position he was able to reach much deeper.

You gasped at how fast he began to rock his hips forward and back inside of you. The sensations were too much for you and you were already a moaning mess. Loud noises and Pedri's name escaped your lips multiple times. At that point Pedri was sure everyone knew that you two were having sex, but it turned him on.

Due to both of you being a bit weak already it didn't take much for you to come.

Pedri then kissed your neck while getting into bed with you, pulling the covers up to your neck.

"I love you." He whispered as he pecked your lips.

"I love you more." You mumbled, however, you already felt your eyes close a bit.

"Goodnight amor." He whispered while kissing your forehead, you fell asleep right after that.

"Did all of you sleep well?" Lucho asked at the training session. Most of the guys nodded their head, yet Ferran leaned closer to Pedri and whispered something.

"If it wasn't for the constant noise and the headboard slamming against my wall I would've also slept good." Ferran then gave Pedri a look before focusing on their coach.

"You could've just slept earlier." Pedri shurgged his shoulders and smiled, Ferran was shocked by Pedris answer, so he just stood there, looking at him angrily.

Pedri chuckled a bit before he answered sarcastically: "Sorry Ferri."

[universefcb]

hey! Can you make one which just showed how reader is being friendly and fitting into Pedri's family perfectly (if it's possible a long one, thanks!)

↬❥ Welcome to the Family

Pedri Gonzalez x Reader!fem

Synopsis: You meeting his family and getting to know him.

a/n: I found this request so cute🥺

REQUESTED

warnings: no

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The González López house had a unique way of making anyone feel at home. It was as if the vibrant energy of the family was present in every corner—in the picture frames filled with memories, in the delicious smell coming from the kitchen, and in the laughter that echoed through the rooms. You had heard Pedri talk a lot about his family, but now, being there for real, you felt like you were part of something special.

“So, we finally get to meet you!” Rosy exclaimed excitedly, pulling you into a tight hug as soon as you walked through the door.

You barely had time to respond before Fernando, Pedri's father, extended his hand with a welcoming smile.

“Welcome! Pedri talks a lot about you.”

Fer, the older brother, looked you up and down and smiled sideways.

“Let’s see if you can survive a family lunch.”

The joke made everyone laugh, and you felt the initial tension dissipate. The house was cozy, with decor that mixed memories of the Canary Islands and an undeniable love for football.

“Want something to drink?” Pedri asked, gently pulling you into the kitchen.

“Just water, for now,” you replied, still taking in everything around you.

“Relax,” he said softly. “I can see they like you.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest. You wanted to reciprocate that warm welcome.

The table was full of typical Canarian dishes, and the aroma was mouth-watering. Rosy insisted that you try a little of everything, and you didn't have the heart to refuse—especially since everything looked delicious.

“Did you like it?” she asked, watching his reaction expectantly.

“It’s amazing!” you replied sincerely.

That was enough to make her smile with satisfaction and put even more food on her plate.

The conversation around the table flowed animatedly. Fernando told some stories about Pedri's childhood, and Fer didn't miss the opportunity to make fun of his brother.

“Remember when you cried because you lost a match to me?”

Pedri rolled his eyes.

“I was six years old!”

You laughed along with everyone. Little by little, you started to feel more comfortable, joining in the jokes and sharing stories of your own. It was amazing how his family made you feel included.

At one point, Rosy looked at you fondly.

“You have a good manner. I can see that you care about Pedri.”

The comment made Pedri blush slightly, but he just smiled and held her hand discreetly under the table.

After lunch came the most anticipated moment of the day: family games.

“Get ready,” Fer warned. “We are extremely competitive.”

“But we always play fair,” Fernando added, before giving Rosy a wink.

“That’s a lie!” Rosy protested, causing everyone to laugh.

The games started with cards, then moved on to charades and even an improvised table football championship. You and Pedri formed a duo, and even though he was skilled on the field, at table football he didn't seem to have the same luck.

“You have to improve that, Pedri,” Fer teased, laughing as he scored another point.

“You’re a professional gamer, please,” you joked, patting his shoulder.

In the end, your team lost, but the fun was guaranteed. Even in defeat, you felt like you were fitting in perfectly in that environment full of energy and affection.

After so much laughter and competition, the house finally began to calm down. You and Pedri walked out onto the balcony, where the starry sky of the Canary Islands stretched out above you.

“They really liked you,” Pedri said, looking at you with a calm smile.

“I really liked them too,” you replied, feeling a wave of gratitude.

The silence between you was comfortable. The light breeze brought a pleasant coolness, and in that moment, you realized how much this day meant.

“You know…” Pedri continued. “My family is the most important part of my life. Having you here and seeing that you got along with them… It means a lot to me.”

Your heart warmed. You already knew that Pedri valued his family greatly, but hearing him say it so openly made you realize the depth of that feeling.

“Then I guess I’m on the right track,” you said, smiling.

He laced his fingers through hers and nodded.

“Definitely.”

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[12amintoronto]

𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 ... pedri gonzález x reader 🌧️🤍

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synopsis: it is a rainy sunday morning and pedri is in a cuddling mood, just wanting to enjoy the slow morning with you

contents: absolute fluff, sfw, female reader, established boyfriend/girlfriend, physical touch & quality time, spanish pet names and phrases

notes: request fulfilled for @paucubarsisimp 🩵🩵 i hope u like it bae!!

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mornings of this sort have always been your favourite. pedri's too, because even if he couldn't exactly tell you that right now because he was fast asleep in your arms, the serenity that graced his face did all the talking.

it was 8am, still dark outside for the clouds were of full coverage, near opaque, not letting a ton of light in - but you liked it, rainy mornings brought you peace as much as you absolutely love the sunshine. even pedri - that is something you two have a fondness for, along with one for each other of course, which made the moment special in a way that felt immeasurable.

you had woken up just a few minutes ago and took the time to take it the things you love surrounding you.

you listened to the rain outside pattering against the outside of you guys' bedroom window, the occasional rustle of trees.

pedri's presence was most prominent, though, for you could feel his weight as his head was rested just in the crook of your neck, one of his toned arms rested and reached over to your side where he held you.

you looked down at the boy and smiled to yourself thinking about how lucky you are, but you knew very well if you told such a thing to pedri he would counter you - "no, cariño... i'm the lucky one."

instinctively, you brought one of your hands up, making the effort to be as gentle as possible to not wake him... and you tangled your fingers in his soft black hair.

even asleep, he was so receptive to that touch somehow. it was his absolute favourite kind.

pedri's bare chest rose as he was beginning to adjust to the new day - easily, for it wasn't possible for the sunlight to filter through the clouds into your window, with rain coming down the way it was.

"cariño..." he murmured, his tone still sleepy. pedri looked up at you with the tired brown eyes he had that you love looking at beyond measure in the mornings.

"hola~" you greeted him back, already smiling as was he. oh, he was feeling your touch raking through the hair on his head now.

that was all that it took for you to activate this great clinginess in pedri, as he let out a soft "mmm..." while he slow blinked, another affiliative behaviour of his you found absolutely adorable.

he already felt as if this kind of closeness to you wasn't enough, and squeezed your body closer to his, which felt particularly sweet because he was topless, and you were comfy in your silky slip dress. you roamed your hand up and down his bicep that flexed slightly as he held you by the waist with that same arm.

"qué, pedri? already not wanting to let go of me..." you teased your boyfriend.

"never..."

"is that right, now..."

"sí..." he affirmed for good, burrowing his face into the crook of your neck.

"okay, mi amor... stay...

...because i don't want to get up either." you admitted. pedri laughed softly at that, and it only sounded cuter when coming from his clingy half-asleep self.

moments passed, those of which consisted of you just holding your spanish boy in your arms, allowing the both of you to feel at ease, while you shared the sensory pleasure of listening to the raindrops lightly beating against the window. every time you had taken a breath in you picked up the soothing scent of pedri's cologne.

in intervals pedri would nuzzle against your neck more to also take in your sweet and comforting scent, never forgetting to lazily press a good bunch of kisses onto your neck, jaw, and even your collarbones. his lips really lingered amongst all of those places on your body.

with the hand that you had tangled in his hair, you brought it down just slightly, not retreating from touching pedri. you rested that hand on his cheek, which felt so smooth to the touch for he had shaved his stubble just last night.

he murmured quietly as soon as he felt that sort of touch. "mmh, mi niña..."

"what, you like?"

"keep doing it, cariño... stay..." he agreed.

you had a bit of a chuckle and continued to stroke your thumb on his clean shaven cheek like you had been for the moment. gently, you kissed the top of pedri's head and then smoothed a bit of his hair away from his face so you could kiss his forehead. he hummed.

you knew for sure the both of you were not going to, nor willing to get up from this cosy position.

even breakfast could wait, because as long as your pedri had you and you had him, the love you two shared on a slow weekend morning was all you two needed to run on.

[poppyflower-22]

~Love Has No Boundaries~

Summary: Layla is Max’s sister, Lando and her have been dating for 3 years. He was the one that helped her after her ex dumped her for someone else and left her to raise her kid by herself. Now he’s back and wants it all.

But no one is going to let that happen. Not her friends, not her fans. Especially Lando.

Side note: Layla is an OC. Matty is her son who is four. Pedri is aged up to 24 for this. I was going to use someone different, but I only know stuff about him only. And I don't why the twitter thing is not he greatest.

Face claim is Sabrina Carpenter.

Masterlist

Layla Verstappen

Liked by LandoNorris, MaxVerstappen and 2,456,582 others.

LaylaVerstappen: My new song 'Cinnamon Roll' is out now! This has been one of my favorite songs to write. Enjoy the song and the amazing video featuring my Lan and our son. 💘🦋

Tagged: LandoNorris

View 514,568 comments.

User: OMG!!! 🗣️ THIS is THE SONG OF THE CENTURY RIGHT NOW!! 🗣️

User: No, I watched the video for this song and its so cute. Lando and Matty together are everything. 😭

↪️User: Omg yes. You could see that Lando really loves being Matty's dad.

LandoNorris: I love you so much my love. 😘😘

↪️LaylaVerstappen: No, I love you. Thank you. 💘

↪️LandoNorris: No thanks needed to be given to the love of my life and our beautiful son. 🛐

↪️User: No! Stop this is so cute. 'Our son.' 🥺🥺

MaxVerstappen: Love the song sis. 🎤

Liked by, LaylaVerstappen

User: I will never recover from this. This song and video will forever be stitched in my brain. I love Layla and Lando.

↪️DanielRiccardo: Same. 🥺

CharlesLeclerc: Okay I admit that's cute. 🙌

Liked by, LaylaVerstappen

PedriGonzalez: Good song.

↪️OscarPiastri: No. 🙅‍♂️

↪️MaxVerstappen: Go away. 🚮

↪️User: Oscar and Max. 🤭Also, Pedri? NO. YOU CAN BACK AWAY!! 🤺🤺

User: Why is he likening and commenting on her stuff now after what he did?

Tweets.

Tweets about her song.

Tweets.

Texts:

Lando Norris

Liked by, LaylaVerstappen, MaxFewtrell and 1,154,698 others.

LandoNorris: My family. 🧡🦋☀️

Tagged; LaylaVeratappen.

View 568,112 comments.

User: YES. 🙌

User: The first photo. 😭 I’m going to cry from cuteness. 🥹

LaylaVerstappen: We love you so very much my love. 😘

↪️ LandoNorris: Not as much as me. 🥰

MaxVerstappen: The only man for my sister.

↪️ User: Oh the shad. 🤭

CharlesLeclerc: Leo wants to have a sleepover again. He misses Matty and Layla. 😞

↪️ LandoNorris: Your dog is stealing my wife and son. 😐

↪️ User: Oh already saying wife.

User: No why is this slightly possessive but in the most subtly way.

OscarPiastr: 🧡

Liked by LaylaVerstappen and LandoNorris

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So, you guys want a part 2?

[eccentricallygothic]

| Forbidden Fruit |

Description: Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. 

Pairing: Pedri | Naive Rodrygo's Gf!You. 

Disclaimer: This is merely a fanfic which does not represent anyone mentioned in any way. It contains mature content and morally grey themes so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.  

Warning: Possible angst, infidelity (you), rough sex, unprotected p-in-v, Pedri is mean, doggy style, dirty talk, hair pulling, cunnilingus, Pedri’s beard, Pedri is morally grey, the Barca/La Masia boys are a bunch of meanies, minor exhibitionism, Daddy kink, minor spanking, hair pulling, deep throating. 

Note: I am an outrageous slut.

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It was supposed to be a harmless little term; a gesture of goodwill. 

The rivalry had gone on between the two clubs for too long. 

After careful deliberations and many dialogues, you were handpicked as the answer. 

The very private girlfriend of Rodrygo Goes who just happened to be one of the best English instructors available in the country as you had found employment in Spain since you didn't like to depend on others -like your dear boyfriend- too much. 

You.

Plain old little you; 

Gullible, naive, sweet, kind, helpful and passionate towards your profession. 

An attempt at peace, for good. 

Although your boyfriend and his club mates were dubious to let you go into the ‘enemy's’ den, you had innocently assured them that it was your duty as an instructor and that you would be fine since you were a big girl. 

… Until you walked through the doors of the room that had been made into a classroom for you and the relentless younger line like the La Masia boys had you teary-eyed under 10 minutes. 

And so you learnt the hard way that you weren't that big a girl after all.  

Hushed whispers, chuckles, taunts, snickers, anonymous yells and the like were thrown at you one after another. 

“You telling me this little girl will teach us English?” You looked around the many faces to see who it was but Gavi was so quick with his words that his mouth was motionless before you could locate him. 

“Go back to your pretty little white palace Princess!” Your bottom lip quivered as you looked at Fermin and felt betrayed since he had seemed nice enough when you had first entered. 

The laughing was the worst part.

They were loud, fast, cruel and overwhelming. 

Though every cell of your body made you want to rush out of the room, you tightened your laces and raised your chin up high before somehow managing through the rest of the session. 

That, and some kind interventions by the older players and Xavi, of course. 

It was only when you had jumped upon being approached by Pedri while waiting for your ride to arrive had you realized just how badly you still trembled even though the class had ended some long minutes ago. 

“You okay?” He was the only one who had remained completely silent during the entirety of the session, contributing to neither side and remaining aloof in a corner with his dark hawk-like gaze set on you. 

Though you had naively thought it the innocent stare of a student, you lived to learn it had been anything but. 

“Y- Yeah” as if on cue, your bottom lip sensitively wobbled again and Pedri's gaze didn't spare a minute flickering down to the movement. 

His Adam's apple bobbed as he silently gulped, wetting his mouth with his pink tongue as he let out a little sigh. “They're… Just… You… It's not…” One of his hands escaped the pockets of his sweatshirt to run over the back of his head. You quietly stared back with your brows raised curiously. “Don’t take them too seriously. They like to play around and sometimes they get real rough real fast” a small smile made its way onto your face. He felt responsible for them and was considerate of your feelings. “But it's not coming from a bad place, honest. They're just stupid kids is all” what a sweet guy, you thought. 

If only. 

You didn't know how it escaped your notice.

It wasn't like he didn't make it obvious. 

Always making it a point to visit you after sessions, staying with you until your driver arrived, seeing you off, sometimes leaning a bit too close or letting his friendly touch on your arm linger for a bit too long. 

But it was still all fun and games until one day he declared that he wanted to return the favor by teaching you some useful things in return. 

He had realized from the way you spoke of your relationship that you weren't much experienced and so you were sweetly content with whatever your tender lover gave you.

Of course, you panicked at first when you found yourself being backed against a table in a dark little storage room after you had skeptically agreed to the offer, whimpering next to the intimidating guy who always stared at you like a predator despite your friendship 

“Don't you want to learn how to make him feel good too? Or are you a selfish little girl who only wants to take and take but never give back?” Your bottom lip jutted out at his mean words. 

“O- Of course not!” You huffed, feeling the blood boil under your cheeks. “I am n- not like that! Who doesn't want to make their partner feel good?!” 

You weren't that stupid. 

You knew exactly what he was doing. 

And though you pretended to be outraged by the proposition at first, you were equally -if not more- excited to have his body on yours. 

So you let him teach you.

And boy, did the guy know how to fuck. 

His thick, hard and veiny cock felt hot and arousing in your fist that day as he nearly devoured your face with his mouth. 

Pedri took his sweet time with you by going one step at a time.

Carefully molding and shaping you according to his tastes to make of you the perfect little fucktoy. 

“Yeah, baby. Just like that, such a good girl” his voice would always deepen so dangerously low as he would often dip his head down so his warm lips would move against your ear. “Such a fast little learner, aren't you? So enthusiastic to learn how she can be good for her Daddy” that was the name he had chosen for himself since he couldn't be called your man.

You weren't sure if he even wanted to.

It was wrong. 

So, so fucking wrong. 

Unfair.

But it felt good. 

He felt good. 

Great. 

Immaculate.

Pedri taught you how to give, same as he taught you how to take.

“That’s a proper little girl right there” he grunted when he taught you how to ‘properly’ suck cock for the first time. “Just like that baby, tip that pretty little head back for Daddy” his manly hands that had gathered all your hair in a makeshift ponytail gently tugged you back to grant himself better access to your throat. “That's it,” though he was good at remaining calm and composed, you could hear the breathlessness in his voice. Your insides burnt hotter and you felt yourself clench, hollowing your cheeks as you curled your fingers around his muscular thighs while your other hand fondled his heavy ball sack. “You're a natural, aren't you, baby?” Your eyes filled with tears when you finally moved northwards and let the whole length of his cock disappear between your flushed, swollen lips.  

Your nostrils flared and your lungs churned for air, the lack of it causing your head to spin when Pedri didn't let up and instead began to give short and powerful thrusts to the fleshy channel of your slippery throat. Your head began to cloud and your thoughts started to float around just like his seed did everywhere in your oral cavity when he came. 

The internet people could say whatever they wanted. 

His beard and stubble eras were your personal favorite.

Because the coarse facial hairs felt so good against your tender skin. 

Like when Pedri once had you twisted outwards as your body writhed on the table of the storage room you had become well acquainted with at this point, legs trapped in his arms that he had looped around them to hold you firmly in place. 

The length of his devious tongue swiped across your worked up folds to lap at the mess you had made, beard digging into the soft skin of your inner thighs as the coarse hairs dragged against the junctions of your hips and legs every time his jaw flexed to eat you better. A loud moan forced its way past your reluctant lips when you felt a nerve twitch in one of your sides. 

“That's it, sweet girl. Just like that” your toes curled at the huskiness of his voice while your fingers tightened around his thick dark locks. “Let me hear those pretty moans” as if on cue, your body complied and your back arched even more when the pointy tip of his tongue prodded against your entrance. “That's it, baby. Tell me who is making you feel this good?” Your ears burnt hot as sweat trickled down one of your temples, heart heavily thumping in your chest. 

Though you were barely coherent, you knew better than to ignore his command. 

“Y- You are, Da– AH!” Your eyes widened and your palm slapped against your mouth in an attempt to stifle your delirious moans when he released one of your thighs only to intrude your tight little pussy with his fingers, the grainy muscle of his tongue toying with your clit all the while. 

“That's fucking right” he let out between slurps and sucks, occasionally making you jump and whine whenever you would get too quiet by landing a cruel spank directly onto your sensitive folds. 

Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. 

You had always thought it no more than a harmless little proverb. 

Until you learnt its accuracy firsthand.

When you were pressed face down against the same table that had witnessed the entire affair of your infidelity to your lover one dark evening. Your arms were spread out wide besides you as one of your cheeks rubbed against the smooth wooden surface with each powerful thrust that was pounding its way into your leaking pussy. Your lips were parted and a small puddle of drool lay next to them as you lazily whined each time a spank was delivered onto one of your ass cheeks, your body violently shaking due to the speed at which his cock was pistoning in and out of you. 

Pedri had made you feel things no one ever had, there was no doubt about that. 

But the intensity with which your orgasm ripped itself out of you and you were nearly deprived of all your senses due to the immense pleasure when the door suddenly opened and Pedri wrapped his hand around your hair to pull your head upwards to make you face the person who nonchalantly stared at you with glossy eyes had your limbs trembling in what you could only describe as the best way you had ever known. 

You lost track of time as you mindlessly let yourself get fucked while staring directly at Rodrygo who had decided to receive you himself that day only to find you bent over for Pedri in a storage room. Sensuous groans and gasps were all you could let out as the faint realization -due to your dimmed faculties- of how this looked only made you clench harder. 

The visitor eventually left you two alone all to your nefarious activities with no words exchanged and the door closer allowed you privacy again until the man in charge decided he was done with you for the day. 

When upon finally coming to your senses you began to panic, your head was patted condescendingly in that peculiar manner of his. “That's not for you to worry your pretty little head about.” And then he fixed your disheveled outfit before taking you for himself. 

.

Man, I am so out of practice. 

[paddockletters]

just us | pedri gonzalez

paring: pedri gonzalez x reader summary: after a long training session, Pedri returns home to find you in his oversized sweater, baking a pie. request: yes/ thank you so muchhhh!

As I stirred the ingredients for the apple pie, the kitchen filled with the comforting scent of cinnamon and vanilla. It was one of my favorite things to do—baking while wearing Pedri's oversized sweater. It wrapped around me like a warm hug, reminding me of him even when he was away at training.

The door creaked open, and I looked up just in time to see Pedri step inside, his hair slightly damp from the shower. The weariness from his training session melted away as he inhaled deeply, his eyes lighting up with delight.

“¡Hola, amor!” I called out, unable to contain my smile.

“Hey, love!” he replied, returning my grin as he walked closer. “What’s that amazing smell? Are you baking something?”

“Of course! I just finished making your favorite—apple pie” I said, glancing over my shoulder at the counter where the pie sat cooling.

He walked up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on top of my head.

“You’re incredible, you know that? I could smell it as soon as I walked in” he murmured, the warmth of his body radiating against mine.

I leaned back into him, a playful smile creeping onto my face. “Well, I just want to make you happy” I said softly.

“Trust me, you make me happy every single day” he replied, his voice low and sincere. “Especially now that I’m home with you.”

I turned in his embrace to face him fully, my heart fluttering at the way his dark eyes sparkled.

“Well, I hope the pie lives up to your expectations.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will. You could never disappoint me” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

After a moment of lingering in each other’s gaze, I revealed the freshly baked pie on the counter. The golden crust was crimped perfectly, with steam rising from the delicious filling.

“Ready to dig in?” I asked, my excitement bubbling over.

“Absolutely!” he replied, grabbing two forks from the drawer and plopping them onto the table.

We settled down, and I served him a generous slice of pie. The first bite made his eyes widen with delight.

“¡Esto es increíble!” he exclaimed, grinning as he savored the flavors. “How do you make it so perfect every time?”

“It’s all in the secret ingredient—amor!” I shrugged playfully.

“Then it must be overflowing with love” he teased, stealing another bite. “I might just have to keep you around forever.”

My heart skipped at his words.

“Well, I think I’d like that” I replied, my voice soft.

After we finished our slices, Pedri leaned back in his chair, looking thoroughly satisfied.

“This was the best welcome home I could ask for. Nothing beats coming home to my favorite person and my favorite pie.”

I beamed at him, feeling my heart swell.

“I’m glad you liked it. I’ll make it for you every time you come home if that means I get to see that smile.”

He stood up, walking around the table to pull me into a warm embrace.

“You’re too good to me” he whispered against my hair, and I melted into him.

“Just wait until I start baking more often” I said, my voice muffled against his shoulder.

“I can’t wait,” he replied, pulling back to look at me, his expression serious but playful. “But I have to warn you, I’ll probably eat everything you make.”

“Bring it on! I’ll bake as much as I need to keep up with your appetite” I laughed, poking him gently in the side.

As we stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, I realized how precious these moments were. The world outside could be chaotic, but here, in our little cocoon of happiness, everything felt perfect.

“Now, about those dishes…” I began, eyeing the pile in the sink.

“I’ll take care of it, but only if you promise to keep baking.” Pedri groaned but couldn’t hide his grin.

“¡Trato hecho!” I said, a wide smile on my face as I kissed him on the cheek before heading to the sink.

As we washed the dishes together, laughter filled the kitchen, and the sweet aroma of pie lingered in the air.

When I finished washing the last of the dishes, I turned off the tap and wiped my hands on a towel, only to find Pedri leaning against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed, watching me with that familiar smirk.

“¿Qué estás mirando?” I asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

“Just admiring my incredible baker” he replied, a teasing glint in his eye. “You look adorable in my sweater, you know.”

I felt my cheeks warm at his compliment. “Well, I couldn’t help but steal it. It’s so comfy!”

“Steal it? You do know it’s yours now, right?” he said, stepping closer. “You wear it better than I ever did.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, González” I laughed, rolling my eyes dramatically.

“Good, because I’m aiming for a lifetime supply of pie” he grinned, winking at me.

“Very clever! I suppose I could be persuaded” I said, leaning against the counter beside him, our shoulders brushing.

The atmosphere shifted slightly as we shared a comfortable silence, the kind that only came from being completely at ease with one another. I glanced at him, catching him in a moment of contemplation.

“What’s on your mind?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

He took a deep breath, his eyes searching mine. “I just feel really lucky, you know? With everything going on—training, matches, and all that. Coming home to you makes everything feel... right.”

I smiled, my heart swelling.

“I feel the same way. We make a good team, don’t we?”

“Absolutely” he replied, his voice warm and sincere. “And I wouldn’t trade what we have for anything.”

Suddenly, he reached out and pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around me. I melted into his embrace, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

I could feel the warmth radiating from him as he moved to check on the pie, still cooling on the counter.

“How about we grab a slice for dessert later while watching a movie?” he suggested, looking over his shoulder at me.

“Sounds like a plan! I’d love that” I replied, feeling a giddy rush of excitement.

As we settled into the cozy living room later, the slice of pie resting on our plates, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for these small moments.

The movie played softly in the background, but our focus was on each other.

“You know, I love how we can just be ourselves together” I said, taking a bite of pie, the sweetness dancing on my tongue.

“Same here. No pretenses, just us” he replied, reaching for my hand and intertwining our fingers.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

hi can you do a prompt for pedri n• 75 "Isn't it a lot more fun to fuck than fight?"

No. 75 | "Isn't it much more fun fucking than fighting?" PG8 masterlist requests

prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!) warnings: VERY suggestive (borderline smut, but nothing graphic), arguing

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop leaving dishes in the sink?! Or to put away the bread?!” you shout, finally raising your voice at him, clattering the dishes in the sink and roughly shoving the bread back into the pantry. 

“I’m sorry, alright? I was busy,” he argued back. “Busy playing FIFA with your boyfriend?” you interrupt, your tone laced with venom, referring to how he was constantly talking to and spending time with Gavi. “Oh, please. You know it’s not like that, I’m in love with you, not him, plus that’s not what this argument is about, so don’t bring that into this.” “It may as well be! I bet after this you’ll just go and text him, complaining about how annoying your girlfriend is, constantly nagging you!” you give him a sharp glare and continue to harshly shove dishes into the dishwasher, slamming the door of it shut and then moving on to angrily cleaning all his junk off the counter. “Oh my god, Pedro. You do know things have a home for a reason, right? And I’m telling you right now, their home is not my counter.” you huff, throwing a random coin that was sitting there at him, but he catches it easily, only making you more annoyed. You begin ranting on about all the things he does around the house that piss you off when you feel yourself being spun around and pinned against the counter, trapped between his warm body and the cool marble. It’s only a few moments before you feel his lips on your neck, those stupid, perfect teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. But after that, it’s only a matter of time until you’re spun around again so your ass is against him, he bends you over and strips your bottom half.

After a few rough thrusts, you hear a husky voice in your ear.

 "Isn't it much more fun fucking than fighting?"

[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.

[ts1m1kas]

Football Masterlist:

requests are open !!

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[melanieph321]

Can you make a pedri/ Barcelona x hollywood actress fic? Where the actress and her castmates come to Barcelona to promote the show worldwide and they go to barcelona and have to do like those challenges the players do , on YouTube or an fun interview, or both of them mixed?

This one was a little bit difficult for me. I've never heard of the show Worldwide and doing the research would be too much for a one shot. However, you inspired me to write something else for Pedri instead.

I hope you still enjoy! ❤️

10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 3)

Pedri Gonzalez - Between Two Brothers Part 1/2

PART 2

Summary - Pedri and his little brother, Hugo, has a crush on the same person.

Enjoy! 😊

There's nothing Pedri wouldn't do for his little brother Hugo. He was his flesh and blood. His partner in crime, and if everything went well for Hugo in the Barça Youth Academy, he could be Pedri's future teammate one day.

It would be an honor playing football alongside his younger brother. Hugo was skilled both off and on the pitch, with a left foot that threatened to put a hole in the back of the net. His brain sharper than any eleven year old Pedri has ever met.

Perhaps that's why it seemed a bit out of character for Hugo to be so forgetful these days. Misplacing training gear, cleats, waterbottles, you name it. Or this morning, when Hugo claimed to have forgotten to pack the sandwiches that had been prepared for him by their mother.

"Why are we doing this again?" Pedri asked, in the mids of their local supermarket.

"I need a snack between training sessions." Hugo explained and thoroughly scanned the grocery shelves for something edible.

"Donuts are not a snack." Pedri objected, skeptically peering into the grocery basket that his brother was carrying.

"They can be." Hugo insisted.

"Nah. I'm pretty sure they count as a dessert, or a sweet treat."

"No, it's a snack." Hugo said resolute.

Pedri chuckled. "Whatever you say."

After paying for his brother's items at the supermarket, Pedri and Hugo made the journey towards Ciutat Esportiva, the official training ground for FC Barcelona. The brothers made the journey by foot, perhaps to resemble the days of old when Pedri would walk his little brother to school, that neither of them attended anymore.

Walking to training added a sense of normality. Although, the brothers were well aware that they were living a life far from normal for other boys their age. Hugo, who was still adjusting to this fact, while in awe of his brother Pedri, who never seemed to be startled or annoyed at people who stopped and stared at them in the street. Some people, mostly girls, would even cross the busiest roads with Barça jerseys and banners in hand, begging for Pedri to sign them. This wasn't normal to Hugo, who understood that playing for the Barça U11 squad wasn't as prestigious as playing for the first team like his brother.

Nonetheless, what girls saw in his older brother, Hugo, couldn't seem to fathom. Pedri neither had the looks or the charm, and once he grew older and maybe a few inches taller, Hugo would finally be able to say that his brother neither had the skills or the stamina compared to himself, at least on the football pitch.

"Won't your coach be angry seeing you eat those?" Pedri was referring to the donuts, and no, Coach Menendez wouldn't mind. Hugo was betting his pride on it.

"No, she won't." He replied. "My coach likes jam donuts, she even said so herself."

"She?" Pedri arched his brows.

"Erm, yeah." Hugo felt how his face turned red under the Barcelona sun. And it didn't help that his brother kept looking at him as if Hugo should have more to say about the matter.

"So the Donuts is for your coach, not you?"

"Dammit." Hugo muttered to himself. Now he had to unravel his lies. He did so without raising his eyes from the street. "Erm....no, not really. Their for me....as a snack."

"But...?"

Without meeting his eyes Hugo could sense the grin on his brother's lips.

"No buts." He shirped. "I just thought it would be kind of me to share them with her, that's all."

"Very kind indeed." Pedri muttered. "She must be a very special coach."

"You have no idea."

PART 2

DON'T MISS - 10 DAYS OF REQUESTS

(DAY 1)

(DAY 2)

[gavisfanta]

PARIS - PEDRI

summary: youre pedris gf and are traveling with him for the psg game

a/n: im sorry but these are so fun to make 😭

@yourinsta

i was reading on the plane, second pic is what I was reading, third pic is me sleeping (no clickbait)

liked by pedri, menshealth and 1,729,542 others.

pedri: ...

random: LMAOOOOO NOT PEDRI

menshealth: best book on the planet 💪💪💪

random: is she traveling with barca to paris?

random: ig so

random: this is so mean actually

random: cry about it

random: frrrr

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@yourinsta

@mikkykiemeney (my love) and me enjoying our love in the city of love, dont know who the third guy is, he randomly photo bombed us

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 2,668,018 others.

pedri: babe.... stop these photos.....

random: LMAOOOO

random: why are they in paris?

random: love the duoooo 🫶🏻🫶🏻

random: PUTA BARCA

mikkykiemeny: Mi amor ❤️❤️❤️❤️

pablogavi: that guy on the third pic be looking hot who is that

random: lets gooo we're gonna beat psg

random: PEDRI IS SO FINEEE

feeeeeeeerrrrrrr: you cut me out of the picture😞😞😞

random: LETS COOK DEMBELE

fcbarcelona: always with us 🫶🏻❤️

raphinha: i think the guy on the third picture is the pilot of the plane

random: why is she so mean

random: i love you for doing Pedri dirty

frenkiedejong: our women got stolen

pedri: justice for us

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@yourinsta

knew that paris copied us

liked by pedri, jkeey4 and 2,183,017 othes.

pedri: 😍😍😍

random: so prettyyyy

siramartinezc: welcome home 😁😁

random: LMAOOOOO WHAT

random: Why she so funny

@yourinsta

VAMOSSSS

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comments have been limited...

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@yourinsta

pov: you just gave the most jaw dropping assist but you gotta play it off cool

liked by pedri, fcbarcelona and 1,629,991 others.

random: Hala Madrid

pedri: ❤️❤️

frenkiedejong: hey thats me!!

fcbarcelona: Our magicians 🎩 🫶🏻

mikkykiemeney: our one night stands😝😝

yourinsta: frrrr

pedri: babe seriously.

frenkiedejong: hey....

random: the pic of pedri lmaoo

random: Psg easy winn barca no chance

random: we finally have them back

random: Pedri is so fineeeeee

pablogavi: When do i get my appreciation post????

yourinsta: as soon as you play, promise

pablogavi: easy game

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@yourinsta

and my man, thank you to my man 😘❤️

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 2,729,681 others.

pedri: de nada amor ❤️

random: AAAA

random: the flowers. im dying.

random: im actually so jealous.

pablogavi: fine i mean i can be your passanger princess too

random: actually that car is so cool

random: how to sign up to be pedris girlfriend

random: REALLL

random:

ferrantorres: and again i get no credit for heloing him with the flowers

pedri: cr to ferran

yourinsta: ferran you only think about yourself

pedri: yes ferran think about others too

ferrantorres: what....

pedri: you egoistic.

yourinsta: HAHAHAH

random: shes allowed to drive his car.... 😞

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@yourinsta

hot girls support red bull, anyways MAX FOR THE WIN. HE HAS DONE IT AGAIN.

liked by pedri, maxverstappen1 and 2,829,729 others.

random: why she just spawning everywhere

random: whats max doing here

random: YESSS MAX THE GOATT

pedri: hot guys get forced to support red bull because of their girlfriends

random: LOOOL WHAT

random: Shes so iconic

random: Ferrari deserved the podium

random: not our fault if they cant build cars

random: ateee

random: lewis for the win

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@yourinsta

car appreciation post (plus the man driving it)

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 982,829 others.

pedri: ❤️❤️

yourinsta: dry ass comment

pablogavi: damn

pedri: my bad, i love you my wonderful girlfriend the love of my life please marry me in that car

yourinsta: okay!! 😁😁🥰🥰❤️❤️

random: i want pedri as a boyfriend

random: awww the flowers

random: I would do anything to have a car like that

pablogavi: always flexing that damn car

yourinsta: gotta do what you gotta do 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

random: PEDRI IN A SUIT?

[universefcb]

hey! Can you make one which Pedri and reader are making out on his couch and suddenly his parents gets on his home with Fer, and caught them, and reader really just wants to dissappear

↬❥ It wasn't supposed to end like this...

Pedri Gonzalez x Fem!Reader

Synopsis : You and Pedri are having an intimate moment after his family leaves, but Fernando forgets his wallet in the kitchen.

a/n: I'm starting to feel confident about this. But I don't give myself five days to give up writing smut KAKAKAKAKAK

REQUESTED

warnings: smut. Totally boring reader.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

Pedri's hands were firmly on your thighs as his body moved intensely over yours. Your bodies fit perfectly on the living room couch, with you lying on your back and him between your legs—completely surrendered to each deep, slow, torturous thrust he gave you.

“Holy shit…” he murmured against her neck, his voice husky, full of lust. “You’re perfect like this, underneath me…”

You arched your back, your breasts pressing against his chest. Pedri's hands held your legs higher, making even more room for him to enter deeper, eliciting a loud, uncontrollable moan from you.

“Pedri…” you moaned, scratching his back. “More… deeper…”

He obeyed you with gusto. His thrusts became more intense, his hips slamming against yours hard, making the couch creak beneath you. The wet, rhythmic sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, along with muffled moans and heavy breathing.

Pedri held your face with one hand now, looking into your eyes as he fucked you with a mixture of affection and delicious brutality.

“You feel it, ¿mh?” he teased, with that damn smile on his lips. “Me inside you, deep inside…”

“I feel everything, damn it…” you replied, grabbing his shoulders. “You’re so hot, Pedri…”

He moaned against your mouth, and kissed you again hard, his tongue invading your mouth at the same pace he invaded your body. You felt your climax approaching quickly, the pleasure building up in insane waves, each thrust hitting just the right spot.

" I'm going to cum with you, darling… — he growled in her ear, increasing the speed even more.

You grabbed his hair and moaned loudly, feeling your entire body tremble.

" That's it, come on with me... fuck."

And it was exactly at that moment — at the height of your excitement, in the most compromised position possible, with Pedri pounding deep inside you — that the door to the house was opened with force.

"¡PEDRI! Hemos llegado! ¡Trajimos a Fer!" (PEDRI! We've arrived! We brought Fer!)

Time stopped. You froze. Pedri widened his eyes, still inside you.

And the scene that followed was simply the nightmare of his life.

Pedri’s mother entered the room first. She let out a shrill scream, her horrified gaze locking on hers just as Pedri desperately tried to pull a pillow over you. But it was impossible to hide what they were doing—your body was still shaking from your orgasm, your legs were still spread wide, and Pedri… well, he was still inside you.

“¡MADRE DE DIOS!” the woman screamed, turning her face quickly. “IT CANNOT BE! ANTONIO, GET ME OUT OF HERE!" (MOTHER OF GOD!)

His father walked in seconds later and let out a dry, indignant:

“¡¿PERO QUÉ COÑO…?!” (WHAT THE FUCK…?!)

And then, Fer appeared behind them, looked at the scene with a mocking smile and said:

“Fuck, Pedri, not even to wait for them to leave, huh? That’s real love… or despair.”

You wanted to disappear. Vanish. Enter a time rift and never return.

You tried to pull something to cover your body, but Pedri was still literally stuck to you — which made everything even worse.

“For the love of God, get off me!” you whispered, pushing his chest, completely red, feeling the embarrassment hit you harder than any pleasure.

Pedri left carefully, still trying to cover you with the pillows while your mother shouted from afar:

“Get dressed! Let’s pretend this never happened! And you two, shame on you!”

“I won’t be able to look at your mother ever again,” you said, still trying to find your panties thrown somewhere in the room.

“She’ll get over it… one day. Maybe with therapy,” Pedri replied, still laughing, even though she was also dying of embarrassment.

“I’m not laughing, Pedri. I’m traumatized.”

“But it was delicious, wasn’t it?” He whispered naughtyly in her ear.

You slapped him. But even with your face on fire, you couldn't help but laugh.

" Idiot."

“You idiot.”

And there you two went, dragging yourselves around the house in silence, trying to regain your lost dignity between the sofa cushions.

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