#pedri gonzalez fanfiction

[judebelle]

pedri being possessive over reader smut? 🤍

possessive - p.g. x reader

a/n : yes yes and YES. also sorry for not posting for long i was super duper busy! also i made this a drabble too!

cw : smutty as hell, hint of pablo gavi x fem!reader, jealousy, possessiveness, slight breeding kink, cursing

pairing : pedri gonzález x fem!reader

word count : 920

- - -

as soon as you closed pedri's door to his large house you had found yourself pressed against it, your expensive bag descending to the floor. "pedri what are you doing-" pedri suddenly started kissing sloppily down your neck, leaving marks all over it which was exposed from your dress' low neckline.

you were faking your cluelessness, and you knew exactly what pedri was doing and why he was doing it. you were upset with pedri before going out to the dinner he had dragged you along to because he was not spending any time with you prior to it.

so of course, you decided to put on a show by flirting subtly with his close friend and teammate pablo. sure, maybe you overreacted, but something about the way that pedri stared at you from across the table while you asked pablo questions about himself and grazed his bicep with your hand got you excited. even pablo was getting flustered with the constant touching and laughing coming from your end.

you were brought out of your thoughts as pedri spun you around swiftly and pushed you onto the front door, your cheek flush against the cold entryway. you let out a yelp at the sudden movement as pedri hiked your short dress up your hips.

"you think you can just go flirt with my friend in front of my face, huh?" pedri leaned back to slap your ass before ripping your underwear off of you. "pedri what the fuck?! what are you-" "you just go running to pablo as soon as you want my attention," pedri started undoing his belt with one hand as the other held you against the door.

"well that's not how it works baby. oh just wait. i'm gonna fuck you so hard that i'll be the only man on your fucking mind." "oh god pedri-" you couldn't even finish your breathless sentence before you felt his cock against the skin of your ass. he pulled your hips back to bend you over some before you heard him spit on his hand. after that your mind just went blank.

you could feel his hard and hot cock stretch you out as you let out a guttural moan. "yeah, you like getting fucked like this huh? you think pablo could fuck you like i do? could he make you feel this good?" pedri's pelvis was fully pressed against your ass when he pushed deep inside you. he didn't give you any time to adjust like he usually did - thrusting hard and fast immediately.

you were on fire. the initial pain and eventual pleasure being ripped through you was very different than what you were accustomed to. pedri wasn't usually rough like this, so you knew you pissed him off.

he dipped down to your neck and sucked on your skin hard while he pounded into you from behind. he moved his lips from spot to spot all over your neck while he pulled your hair making you lean back into him. your mouth was agape, and your hands were trying to grasp onto anything to hold onto on the flat door, but to no avail.

pedri removed his lips from your neck before leaning into your ear and biting the lobe. "gonna leave hickeys all over you so everybody knows that you're mine." he was panting and breathless behind you, his hand prodding into your side while his hips rutted into you.

"tell me- ah!" pedri was clearly trying to teach you a lesson, but the way you moaned and your nails scratched the door in front of you while you clenched around him made it hard for him to focus. "tell me that only i can make you feel like this." you didn't fully register was pedri was telling you to do since your eyes were rolling back into your skull and your throat dry and without air.

"tell me." you didn't think it was possible for pedri to be able to fuck you harder than he already was, but clearly it was since you could basically feel him in your stomach. his words finally reached your brain when he gave pulled back on your hair harder.

"you- oh god- only you can fuck me like this- oh fuck. fuck- only you pedri - no one else!" you weren't sure if your sentence was comprehensible or not, but the way that pedri smiled against your ear in satisfaction and kissed it before standing upright again told you that it was. he let go of your hair to hold into both sides of your hips before pulling you back onto his cock in addition to his hard thrusting.

the sound of skin slapping mixed with pedri's loud groans and your breathless moans was somehow pushing you even closer to the edge. the thin layer of sweat around both of you was only making you hornier before you finally couldn't hold it anymore.

"pedri i'm gonna cum- fuck!". "cum," pedri was back down at your ear again. "cum all over me." that was the last straw for you before you felt your legs go numb and vision go back. you moaned out in a loud cry as you came all over pedri's cock, a tear or two slipping from your eyes. pedri was quick to follow suit, cumming raw into you without pulling out. he let out a soft moan when he felt himself fill you up.

"i wonder how pablo would feel if i put a baby in you."

[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."

[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

Load more commands….

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.

. 

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.

[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)

[ts1m1kas]

Football Masterlist:

requests are open !!

FC BARCELONA:

Pablo Gavi:

Jealous Gavi

Gavi x Shy!Reader

Gavi Angst

Sergio's Niece

Comforting Gavi

Barcelona's Intern

Pedri Gonzales:

Jealous Pedri

REAL MADRID:

Jude Bellingham:

Childhood friends to Lovers

Real Madrid Women's

Jude Angst to fluff

Christmas Proposal

Dedicated Goal

Messi's Daughter

Gavi’s Twin Sister

Club Drama

Proposal of Business

Love in the Right Places

Protective!Jude

Fiancée and Footballer

Behind Closed Doors

Family Introductions (coming soon !)

Aurelien Tchouameni:

Quiet

PARIS SAINT GERMAIN:

Kylian Mbappe:

Jealous Kylian

BAYERN MUNICH:

Jamal Musiala:

Unjustified Anger

Brother's Best Friend

Musical Genius

Comfort

Just Colleagues

Musical Romance

Work Day Nightmare

Hidden Feelings

Lazy Day

Unprofessional Interviews

Bali Daydream

The Art of Proposing

League Celebrations

Post-Pregnancy Blues (coming soon !)

EINTRACHT FRANKFURT:

Robin Koch:

Euro Separation

Euro Separation Part 2

RB LEIPZIG:

Xavi Simons:

First Game Nerves

LIVERPOOL FOOTBALL CLUB:

Virgil Van Dijk:

Virgil Fluff

Kostas Tsimikas:

Kostas' Birthday

Photographer!Reader x Kostas

Secret Wife

Hometown Romance

Andrew Robertson:

Andrew's Injury

Milner's Matchmaking

Ultrasounds of Love

Trent Alexander-Arnold:

Trent Angst to Fluff

Trent Sickfic

Dominik Szoboszlai:

Honeymoon Stage

Blind Date

Alisson Becker:

Difficult Parents

MANCHESTER CITY FOOTBALL CLUB:

Erling Haaland:

Clingy Erling

International Break & It's consequences

Erling's busy schedule

Post Match Glory

Norwegian Mornings

MANCHESTER UNITED FOOTBALL CLUB:

Mason Mount:

Long Lost Lovers

[herstoryheaven]

Pedro Gonzalez x Reader: When The Stars Align

Prompt: A quiet night shared between Pedro and the reader, where Pedro offers unlimited support and love to the reader during a challenging time.

Reader: Female

Word count: 1037

Average reading time: 3 min 45 sec

Category: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: This story contains themes of emotional distress, including references to job loss, heartbreak, and feelings of failure. If you are sensitive to these topics, please read with care.

----------------------------------------------------------

Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

----------------------------------------------------------

It is a quiet night, with stars twinkling brightly against the dark colored sky. You sat on the grassy hill overlooking the town, knees hugged to your chest. It had been a tough week, filled with crushing disappointment and heartache. The loss of a job, a breakup, and an overwhelming sense of failure loomed large in your mind.

Pedro arrived silently, as he often did, sensing your need for some quiet time. He didn't say anything at first, just sat down beside you, offering a comforting presence. For a while, the only sounds were the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant buzzling of the city below.

"Hola, mi amor," Pedro finally said, his voice soft, filled with unspoken understanding.

You sighed, not lifting your gaze from the horizon. "Hola, Pedro."

Pedro wanted to reach out, to hold you and make all the pain disappear. Instead, he started talking about the stars, pointing out constellations and sharing childhood memories. It was his way of bringing a bit of light into the darkness surrounding you.

"Remember when we used to come here as kids?" Pedro asked, a small smile playing on his lips. "We'd lie on the grass, making up stories about the stars."

A faint smile touched your lips, the memory slightly warming your aching heart. "Yeah, you always had the best stories."

Pedro took a deep breath, gathering the courage to say what he'd been holding back for years. "Princesa, I know things are really hard right now. And it feels like everything's falling apart. But I need you to know something... you're not alone in this. You have never been alone."

You turned to Pedro, your eyes filled with a mix of sadness and curiosity. "What do you mean?"

Pedro reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently taking your hand. "I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I've watched you go through so much, and it breaks my heart to see you hurting. But I'll be here, always, no matter what. You don’t have to do everything by yourself."

Tears welled up in your eyes, the vulnerability of the moment breaking through the walls you've built around your heart. "Pedro, I... I don't know what to say."

Pedro’s hand was warm against yours, a gentle haven in the swirling storm of your emotions. He moved closer, his other hand softly brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You don't have to say anything," he whispered, pulling you into a tender embrace. "Just let me be here for you."

The dam finally broke, and you flung your arms around Pedro, sobbing into his shoulder. All the pain, all the fear, poured out in waves, but Pedro held you close, offering comfort and a safe harbor. The warmth of Pedro's arms, the steady beat of his heart, was a lifeline you hadn't realized you needed.

You felt conflicting emotions surge within you. Part of you wanted to push him away, convinced that you didn't deserve his kindness or his love. But another part of you, a part that had long been buried under layers of self-doubt and fear, craved his affection and his unwavering support.

Pedro’s hands moved in soothing circles on your back, his touch gentle yet firm. "It is alright, mi amor," he murmured against your hair. "I’m here and I won’t go anywhere."

As you cried, Pedro continued to hold you, his fingers trailing lightly over your shoulders and back. The sensation was calming, and gradually, your sobs turned into quiet sniffles. Pedro pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His thumb brushed away the tears on your cheeks, his touch tender and full of care.

"Why?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "Why do you care so much about me?"

Pedro's eyes softened, his gaze unwavering. "Because you mean everything to me, Y/N. You've always been there for me, even when I didn't deserve it. You deserve to be loved and cared for, especially now."

Your heart ached at his words, a mix of gratitude and fear swirling within you. "But I'm a mess, Pedro. How can you love someone like me?"

Pedro's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on your skin. "Everyone has their moments, princesa. We all have times when we feel like we're falling apart. But it's in those moments that we need to lean on the people who love us. And I love you, more than you can imagine."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you absorbed his words. The warmth of his hand, the sincerity in his voice, all of it felt like a comforting blanket being draped over your wounded soul. "I don't know if I can do this alone," you admitted, your voice trembling.

"You're not alone," Pedro said firmly. "You have me. And together, we'll get through this. One step at a time."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The gesture was intimate, filled with a depth of emotion that took your breath away. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a glimmer of hope.

Pedro smiled, his fingers brushing against your jawline. "You're stronger than you think, Y/N. And I'm here to remind you of that every day."

You nodded, the weight of your burdens feeling just a bit lighter. "Thank you, Pedro. For everything."

Pedro's smile widened, his eyes shining with affection. "Always princesa."

As the night wore on, for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright.

Pedro's hand slipped into yours, fingers intertwining, and together you lay back on the grass, looking up at the glimmering night sky. His presence was a comforting weight beside you, and as you listened to his steady breathing, you felt a sense of peace settle over you.

The future was uncertain, but with Pedro by your side, you knew you could face whatever came your way. In the quiet moments, under the watchful gaze of the stars, you began to heal, one gentle touch at a time.

----------------------------------------------------------

Copyright: All stories contained herein are the intellectual property of the author. Unauthorized copying, reproduction, or distribution of these stories, in whole or in part, without explicit written permission from the author, is strictly prohibited and may result in legal action. Respect the creator's rights and creativity. For permissions or inquiries, please contact: herstoryheaven@gmail.com.

Request Guidelines: When submitting a request, please ensure that your request does not contain any explicit sexual content or graphic depictions, and avoid any form of extreme violence or graphic descriptions of violent acts. I appreciate your understanding and cooperation in maintaining a respectful and inclusive environment for all readers. If you're unsure about your request or want to request about someone I haven't written about yet, feel free to ask me anytime.

[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.

[barcaracing]

Hii can u do gavi having a crush on actress reader and he reveals it after being asked abot his celeb crush in an interview :))

interview crush | pg6

pairing: pablo gavi x actress!reader, honorary guests: pedri gonzalez and eric garcia

a/n: my first gavi fic!! exciting stuff

──────── ⚽️ ‧₊°

“Favourite movie?” the interviewer asked the three Barca players in front of her.

Eric glanced at Gavi with a soft smile. He knew how nervous the younger teammate got during interviews, so he and Pedri had tried to discreetly answer the more loaded questions, leaving the mostly harmless ones to Gavi. It had worked well so far, so Eric expected him to answer this one as well but to his surprise, Pedri spoke first.

“I know which one Gavi likes,” he said, amusement clear in his voice. Eric looked at him questioningly, but Pedri didn’t notice. He was too busy smirking at Gavi as his cheeks tinted a deep shade of pink.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gavi mumbled, eyes stubbornly fixed on the ground. Eric looked between his two teammates, obviously feeling like he was missing something.

“What is it?” The interviewer asked, her eyes shining with curiosity. Eric spared her a glance, having forgotten that she was there for a brief second. He turned back to the boys.

When neither of them answered, Pedri nudged Gavi playfully in the ribs and turned back to the interviewer. “We were watching this movie last week and Gavi was crushing hard on the main actress–”

“I wasn’t!” 

Pedri only shot him an amused look and continued like he hadn’t spoken. “He wouldn't stop talking about her, so I told him I know her through a friend and I could easily set them up, but he refused and told me...what you did say? Oh, right, he told me he would not pass me the ball in our next match if I introduced her to him. You would’ve thought I was threatening to kidnap his family.” He chuckled and the others laughed while Gavi rolled his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

“I just thought her character was pretty cool,” he said, still avoiding everyone’s eyes.

“Of course.” Pedri raised an eyebrow. “That’s why you’ve seen the movie only about seven times since.”

Understanding dawned on Eric and he quickly put a hand on Gavi’s shoulder to make him look at him. “Is that what you've been watching on your phone?” The boy continued to avoid his gaze, so Eric turned to the interviewer with a wide grin. “He’s been walking around with his phone in his hand and I thought he was watching a video or something. He never wanted to tell me, but now it all makes perfect sense. Our little Gavi has a crush on–”

“Nobody!” Gavi cut him off, sending him a wide-eyed look, but Eric only laughed and held up his hands in front of him. He had never seen him look so distressed before. It was hilarious.

“Alright, fine.” Eric's eyes twinkled. “Nobody.”

“Oh, come on,” the interviewer said, not ready to let this go, “we want to know! Give us a tip, at least.”

Gavi crossed his arms and put on his best smile, praying that no one could tell that his heart was pounding like crazy. “The tip is that you’ll never find out.”

Pedri snorted and rolled his eyes. “It’s Y/N.”

“Pedri!”

Eric bent over, laughing hard.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Interviewer was almost giddy as she looked at them.

“Yeah, her,” Pedri replied, grinning when Gavi put his head in his hands.

His voice was muffled when he spoke. “I’m never going to pass you the ball again.”

Eric almost fell out of the chair from how much he was laughing.

*******

this one’s pretty short but i told myself that i can only allow myself another sideblog if i actually write on it, so it’s short fics or nothing lol stay hydrated friends! 

[gigiodogremio]

𝙷𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙴𝚈𝚂 - 𝘎𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘪

Barcelona training was in full swing. It was a hot day, sweat was running down the players' foreheads, but the atmosphere was light and relaxed. Pedri and Gavi, as always, trained together, side by side, enjoying every second they had to be close, even if no one knew how much they meant to each other.

Since 2022, when they started dating, they have kept their relationship a secret, hidden from everyone — from colleagues, fans, the media, the whole world. Almost two years of a love kept under lock and key, filled with furtive glances and discreet touches in the locker room, but they felt they were reaching the limit of hiding it so much.

The night before, Pedri, in a moment of play and affection, covered Gavi's neck with kisses, kisses that ended up leaving purple and red marks. Gavi hadn't realized the extent of what this would do until he looked in the mirror in the morning and saw the stains. He wanted to kill Pedri, who just laughed, amused, knowing that his companion would be irritated by that. “It’s not funny, Pedri!”, Gavi complained, but it was too late to argue.

Before going to training, Gavi looked for the makeup base he kept hidden in his desk drawer, something he rarely used but would be essential today. With great care, he covered the marks, checking that the result was convincing enough for no one to notice. He took a deep breath and went to training, trying to maintain his composure.

Training went as usual, until, at the end, Gavi headed to the showers along with the rest of the players. He was so focused on the conversation with Balde that he completely forgot about hickeys. The hot water relaxed his muscles, and he allowed himself a few moments of distraction, letting the remains of the base be washed away by the strong spray.

When he got out of the shower, wearing only a towel, he felt Ferran Torres' eyes on him. "What's wrong, Ferran?" asked Gavi, not understanding why his friend was smiling like that.

Ferran pointed to Gavi's neck and laughed. "Gavi, what's that on your neck, man? Someone's been having a lot of fun, huh?" Ferran teased, drawing the attention of all the players around.

Gavi froze for a second. He felt his face burn with embarrassment when he realized that the foundation had come off in the shower, revealing all the hickeys that Pedri had left the night before. "Ah, no..." he murmured, covering his neck with his hand, already knowing that it would be impossible to hide it.

Laughter began to echo in the locker room. "So, our little Gavi isn't that innocent!", Koundé joked, approaching with a mischievous smile. “And we thought you were the baby of the team…”

Pedri, who was at the back of the locker room, watched the scene from afar, trying to hide a smile. He knew Gavi would be irritated, but seeing his boyfriend being so "exposed" amused him in an inexplicable way. However, he also felt a pang of pride, knowing that the marks on Gavi were his work.

Gavi glanced at Pedri from the corner of his eye, noticing the smile contained on his face. He knew Pedri was loving it. He rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but smile back. Deep down, despite all the shame, he felt a pleasant warmth in his chest, a comfort in knowing that Pedri was there, with him.

“Don’t you guys have anything better to do?” Gavi huffed, trying to sound irritated, but the lightness in his tone gave him away.

Ferran continued the provocation, "Come on, Gavi, tell us who is the lucky one, or the lucky one... Let's not judge", he winked, laughing.

Before Gavi could respond, Pedri joined the conversation, approaching the two with a wide smile. "Leave Gavi alone, guys. Maybe he's just taking better care of himself than we thought..."

Gavi felt his heart accelerate when he saw Pedri approaching. As much as they wanted so much to keep the secret, at that moment, he almost wanted to admit everything, tell everyone. But for now, he was content to see the sparkle in Pedri's eyes and know that, although secret, what they had was real.

“Only you, Pedri, to try to save me...” Gavi whispered, trying to contain a smile.

"always, mi amor" Pedri whispered.

[judebelle]

hiii i wana request an imagine for angst/smut w pedri where the reader and him are friends with benefits and the reader catches feelings for him and is in love with him but he doesn’t love her and eventually the reader ends up having to stop seeing him completely . tysm!! <33

do you love me? - p.g. x reader

a/n : thank u for requesting! also sorry this is kinda long but i didn't want them to just start fighting and confessing love out of nowhere without a proper plot. regardless, i hope you enjoy this!

pairing : pedri gonzález x fem!reader

word count : 2.09k

cw : light smut, angst, sad stuff, cursing, basically what the req said

---

you quickly slid on your best friends large shirt over your bare body and climbed out of bed and made your way down the hall, dragging your feet. pedri's sweatpants were hanging dangerously low while he poured himself a glass of water in your loft kitchen, probably thirsty after what had just occurred between you too. the both of you had agreed to be friend with benefits. pedri was too busy to have time for a real relationship, and you had just gotten out of a nasty break-up, needing release and a distraction. it seemed like it was a fair trade, but that was before you had slowly started developing feelings for your friend.

"hey.." was all you could muster up nervously as you leaned against the wall with your arms crossed. "hi" was all pedri replied with - evidently calmer than you as he sipped the cold refreshment. you envied how he could shift from your kind and caring best friend to the man you had just slept with, as if this arrangement didn't affect him in the slightest.

"um there's some um- food in the fridge if you want some.." you spoke - mouth suddenly going dry, desiring the glass of water in his hand. "nah that's okay- i gotta get home soon. i got early training tomorrow and it's already late-" "oh yeah that's- that's um.. yeah that's fine." you interrupted, not wanting to hear his reasoning to its full extent.

"okay so i guess i'll see you later, yeah?" pedri quickly replied as he set down his empty glass on the counter and made his way towards you. "yeah that sounds good." you uttered, mustering up as much of a smile as you could. pedri's hand snacked around the nape of your neck as he lowered your head - laying a sweet kiss to your forehead before putting on his shirt that was sprawled on the floor from earlier, grabbing his keys and leaving through the front door. you hated when he would kiss you on the forehead. it was too intimate. you couldn't handle the sweet and innocent gesture when it would make your heart grow three sizes, but these unrequited feelings were leaving your heart hollow.

you lay alone and awake in your bed that night, knowing that just a few hours before, you weren't alone, but you were still lonely.

the next week went as smoothly as it could. you slept with pedri twice since that night in your kitchen. him being busy with training and you being swamped with work made seeing each other harder, which was both a blessing and a curse. on saturday night, you were planning on just relaxing. you had had a crappy week and just wanted to spend time with yourself. that was until you had got a text from pedri.

"i need to see you."

that was all the text read. those 5 words always made your stomach drop. it was a simple sentence really. it could mean anything really, but you knew what he wanted. it was always the same. you didn't want him over. you knew it wasn't good for you, but you just couldn't say no to him. your thumb hovered over the notification, before just giving in. you replied with a quick "the doors unlocked", then turning off your phone and rubbing your eyes out of frustration. why did you keep doing this to yourself?

around 20 minutes later, you heard the front door open from your bedroom. as soon as you heard pedri kick off his shoes, you quickly left your room and made your way to your front door, greeting him with a soft smile like always.

"hey pedri. what happened? why'd you need to see me so urgently?" you mentioned softly, knowing that something must have upset him.

"i just had a really shitty day at training," he said as he made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "and you always know how to make me feel better." he hummed as he dipped his head in he crook of your neck, sucking and biting on your neck, which he knew you liked.

"pedri i'-" you wanted to tell him that you both should stop. that if he went further it would only make things more complicated for you, but it was hard to get any coherent words out when he was touching you like this. you were backed up against the wall, your body melting into his touch even though your mind fought against it. your hands were tangled in his damp hair as he left marks on your smooth skin.

you said nothing to object as he slowly backed you into the kitchen, kissing your lips and resting his hands on your ass as he pushed you against the kitchen island. the shower he most likely had right after training made his body smell fresh. "dios mío." pedri slurred against your lips. ["my god."]

something about the way he picked you up from the underside of your thighs and placed you on the counter without a struggle turned you on. he spread your legs with his warm hands - tracing them towards your shorts. your own hands slid down to his sweatpants, palming him painfully slow. pedri groaned and pulled away from your lips. he looked over your body with hazy eyes and a fist between his teeth. he then pulled your shorts and underwear down quickly and rough, making you yelp in surprise.

he silenced you by going back into the kiss even harder than before. you reached for the hem of his shirt and guided him as he took it off himself. your soft hands grazed over his soft abs and torso before he took your shirt off of you as well. you weren't wearing a bra, leaving you naked in front of him.

pedri quickly leaned down to take one of your breasts in his mouth causing you to gasp - your hands pushing his head closer to you. he removed his mouth from you too soon for your liking and gave you a kiss on your forehead before reaching into his pants.

there it was again. his kiss suddenly made you feel sick. you couldn't let this go on for longer, not when you felt things that you weren't supposed to feel. this arrangement that you two had was toxic - at least for you. but the way he looked at you while he stretched you out cleared your mind.

one last time, and then we'll stop.

pedri groaned into your ear and you let out a soft moan at the way he filled you up perfectly. pedri placed his hands onto your hips as his own snapped into you with much force. you hissed at the way his short fingernails dug into your skin - most definitely leaving crescent shaped marks.

"ah pedri i-" you tried to form a sentence - not sure why, or what you wanted to say, but the way his cock hit that spot inside of you repeatedly made your mind go blank. pedri cursed and panted in the crook of your neck as you clenched around him - causing his cock to twitch inside of you.

"mierda nena estoy cerca." pedri moaned softly as the movements of his hips became sporadic. ["shit baby i'm close."] "yo también- ah!" you replied to the best of your abilities as you felt that familiar warmth spread around your lower body. [me too- ah!] your legs were wrapped around pedri's hips and your arms around his neck as you both reached your highs in unison. he pulled his cock out of you before pumping it harshly - cumming all over your lower stomach with a loud groan.

you both panted as pedri let go of his cock and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a kiss on your forehead. "oh y/n- te quiero.". [oh y/n- i love you.] pedri whispered into your disheveled hair before he picked up your clothes and placed them on your lap, turning to pick up his shirt off the floor as well.

"you love me?"

you asked him softly as he watched you slowly put on your clothes while you gazed at him. pedri chuckled as if it was obvious. "well- yeah you're my best friend." he smiled softly at you as he slid on his shirt, but you didn't look amused.

"no i mean- do you love me?" you uttered with little confidence as him calling you his best friend brought your mood down. "what are you saying y/n..?" pedri asked with furrowed brows as he turned and fully looked at you. you had slid off the counter and were standing before him, now fully clothed.

"well?" you interrogated. "y/n i thought that we established that this wasn't supposed to lead to any type of relationship! i told you i don't have time for that!" pedri groaned at you in annoyance. "my god! i'm sorry but i feel completely lost here! one minute i feel like you like me but then you don't like me, and i just don't know how to deal with this! it's like i'm constantly wondering if you actually care about me or not!"

"i do care about you!" "then why doesn't it feel like it?" you were yelling now. you didn't plan on crying tonight. in fact, you were supposed to be curled up in bed watching your favourite show. but now, you're standing in front of the person you love the most teary eyed, waiting for him to give you a good reason on why he doesn't love you. what a peaceful saturday night.

"y/n, you're making this more complicated than it has to be! we're supposed to stay friends. my career doesn't leave room for a girlfriend - you know that! and frankly, i don't think i'm in the right space mentally for a relationship right now."

you felt stupid. he was explaining this to you like it was the most straightforward and simple thing in the world. unfortunately, you knew this wasn't his fault. you assured him that this arrangement was okay and he told you about his situation beforehand. you knew all of the rules but yet you still broke them.

"i can't do this. you know- i'm so fucking delusional!" you complained while crossing your arms. "y/n.. don't say that-" "no it's true! i so stupidly obliged to this idiotic agreement. i knew that this would be bad for me but i still did it. and you know why? because i wanted you to be happy! i wanted to give you what you needed- and i succeeded. but i thought maybe- just maybe that you would return the favor. that you would see that i love you and that i always have! that you would see that i needed you in a different way than just sex! i want to go out for dinner with you, and cuddle up in bed together. i want to spend time with you knowing that we aren't just fucking friends! i always held on to any word you would say and any forehead kiss that you would give me hoping that it meant something. and now i see how stupid and gullible i am." you hands were moving along with each word that you shouted at him.

"y/n." pedri whispered with his head down. "what?" you said. you had stopped shouting - completely drained and tired of this situation. "i'm sorry but- but i don't feel the same way."

pedri's words were carved into your skin. they repeated on and on and on in your mind. they were dragging you down, and you felt the embarrassment creep up your ears. part of you was taken aback. you never expected him to be this blunt and cold. but the rest of you knew that he never felt the same way about you.

''then get out."

"what?" pedri said shocked, eyes finally meeting yours. "you're kicking me out of your house because i don't fucking love you?" "no! i'm kicking you out because your being here is fucking killing me! i can't see you anymore, pedri, i can't." you were so mentally and physically drained and it was evident in your voice and eyes. your salty tears flodded your cheeks and your breath was shaky.

pedri pursed his lips and nodded slowly, his mouth going dry. he took a deep breath before grabbing his jacket and leaving out the same door he came in.

[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

-

@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

-

@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

liked by pedri, mikkykiemeney and 1,991,772 others.

comments have been limited...

-

@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

-

@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.... 😞

-

@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

-

@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?

[horoscope1078]

Pedri had always been the kind of guy who looked out for the people he cared about. Whether it was on the football field or off it.. his natural instinct was to make sure everyone around him felt safe and supported. One of those people were you, his longtime friend. You had known each other since childhood.. and you’re like family to him. You shared inside jokes, texts full of random memes, and late-night talks about life, dreams, and frustrations.

But lately something had shifted within him and it was starting to unsettle him.

After a long and tiring practice one Friday afternoon Pedri found himself driving to your workplace. You had a tough day and like always, he wanted to be there to pick you up. It felt natural.. he did this for his teammates all the time. Offering rides home after late games, grabbing food together, laughing about missed shots. But today it felt different.

When he saw you walking toward his car, his face lighting up with a smile and his heart skipped in a way it hadn’t before. You waved.. your hair falling across your face as you hurried over and suddenly.. Pedri felt an unfamiliar warmth blooming in his chest.

"Thanks for coming" you said sliding into the passenger seat with a sigh of relief. "You’re a lifesaver."

As you drove through the city, Pedri kept glancing at you.. his mind spinning. He realized he didn’t just want to be the guy who picked you up after work like he would with his teammates. He wanted more. He wanted to hold your hand, hear your laugh for him, and share moments that went beyond friendship.

"Uhh" he began hesitantly.. pulling over by the beach. You turned to him with curious eyes. "I think I’m feeling something for you… something more than just friendship."

You smiled softly as if you had been waiting for those words all along.

:,)

😭

[eccentricallygothic]

please i need a pedri fanfic where his gf gets horny in public and starts teasing him until he takes her somewhere private and fucks her

I love your stories theyre amazinggg

I am (was) on my period hence huge feelies so I added those to this because I am very tender on Pedri as it is. I also see him as a very dominant and caregiving person as well as lover so I hope you don't mind what I've made of your request and enjoy it <3

| Unusual |

Pairing: Bf!Pedri | Gf!You. 

Warning(s): Smut with plot, unprotected p-in-v, d/s undertones (it's literally Pedri), m!dom, f!sub, Daddy kink, suggestive exhibitionism, doggy style, spanking, hair pulling, dirty talk, creampie, marking, Pedri calling you vida because I am very fond of that idea, caring Pedri, he's also intimidating bc he's Pedri.

.

Pedri sighs as he arrests your impish wrist in his hand for the umpteenth time today and peels it off his thigh before carrying it back to your knee. 

"Vida…" Usually, a stern look is enough for you to mend your ways and start behaving yourself, but today seems to be the day where you decide to grow immunity towards his warnings.

And it usually never comes down to this tone of his because it hardly ever means anything ideal for you. 

But you just can't keep your hands to yourself today. 

You whine under your breath when he resumes his conversation with Gavi; one of his best mates, again. When you are still not paid the attention that you so desperately crave, you sigh and glance around the table at everyone present. 

It is a boring Saturday lunch that the two of you are having with some of your boyfriend's club mates and their girls. You are not to be taken the wrong way. These kinds of things are usually quite fun for you. 

The keyword is usually. 

Because the exception is days when your mind cannot think of anything other than your man's cock while your insides burn. 

The past week was a busy one for Pedri and you are a good girlfriend so you patiently waited, thinking he was gonna give you what you needed most on the night of the big game when he wouldn't have anything left to worry about for a while after. But he was so exhausted when he got home last night that you postponed the fulfillment of your need for the next morning. 

Except, you woke up to your love making breakfast and then informing you over it that the boys had invited you two for lunch. If that wasn't messy enough, he had had some errands to run before said lunch which further crushed any hopes of something quick as well. 

And now, here you are. 

Frustrated, on edge, excited beyond measure, moody, iffy and extremely noncompliant. 

Then, on top of it all, the food is taking forever and the conversations are way too mundane for you; a horny girl who was busy needily ogling at her boyfriend. 

It isn't your fault, really. He looks too fucking great to resist. You know a shave is probably coming and you love him either way but Pedri looks just so hot with the light stubble a few days of negligence has caused on his handsome face. Then his thick dark hair rests on his forehead in the most perfect way as his naturally stern eyes move along with his strong, manly hands each time he makes a gesture. And the way his lips move when he speaks… Your thighs clench at the memories of all the times they have been between them.  

You break against your forced resolve once more when he hums along to whatever Ferran is saying and leans in your direction to pour you a glass of water to drink because you can not track your hydration to save your own life. The sheer dominance in the way he does not break his conservation even once but places the Tumblr in front of you causes a wave of burning hot love to wash over you and then you just can't take it anymore. 

Where you had played with his fingers, snuggled into his arm, groped his thigh and then stroked his leg with your foot before, you think fuck all and 'drop' your napkin which just happens to fall between his feet. 

"Woopsie" of course, Pedri knows you are up to no good when you bend down to 'fetch' it and place your hand on his knee for support. You take your time with 'finding' said napkin and your hand shamelessly trails to his dick in the meantime, hurriedly taking a fat, mighty squeeze before your claw can be pried off its prey. 

Your boyfriend has realized by now to not expect anything innocent from you today because although you are the shy one between the two of you usually, your antics since the moment you took your seats have been of the naughty sort. 

Today is a very unusual day indeed. 

Pedri stills and stops mid sentence, his whole body stiffening as he realizes what is happening. Your party grows concerned over his sudden silence and his ears redden at the awareness of you not coming back up, instead choosing to remain 'searching' for your napkin while clinging your fingers to his now hard cock like your life depends on it. 

"Oh" but of course, the young man is much stronger than you and so your hand is easily manhandled into his. "I see" he pretends as though you have said something to him before standing up and facing your lunch companions. "She needs my help navigating the place for a restroom, we will be right back" the way he cares for you like one would a child is nothing weird for your close friends and family anymore. Pedri helps you out with the smallest of things and the most basic of tasks and that is just the dynamic the two of you share. 

However, there is nothing tender in the way he drags you behind him with a firm hold on your wrist. You whimper when you are taken to a deserted hallway and then pushed into some sort of a cctv-less maintenance room because unless Pedri wants whatever he is about to do to you playing on every other news channel by the evening's end, this would have to do for now. 

"Tsk, tsk, vida" you gulp as you blink repeatedly to get your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting of the room. The door slowly clicks shut behind you and you feel your shoulders jump at the sound due to how quiet it is otherwise. You want to turn around and face your lover, perhaps inquire why he's done what he has done but you're both too intimidated and excited to do so. 

Before you can decide what you want to do, his arms snake around your waist from behind to press your back into his chest as his lips brush against your ear. "What am I going to do with you, hm?" A shudder sets off in your bones as his hands begin to re-explore the bumps and crevices of your body. 

You instantly relax in his embrace and crane your neck backwards to lean your head against his shoulder. "I- I dunno…" The two of you move in a sync and his lips find the crook of your neck. "W- What are you going to do with me…?" Though you intend for your words to be one of fear and panic, what ends up dripping from them is pure excitement. 

Pedri groans before your body is pushed up against the many shelves that are mounted on the middle wall that you face. "I think a lesson in basic manners is a good place to start with" you try your best to feign consternation but the eager way in which you fold your arms over one of the shelves and spread your legs as your boyfriend raises the hem of your skirt from behind gives your intentions away. 

"Oh, no!" Yet you push on; so frustrated and needy at this point that any touch from him is good touch for you.

Pedri clicks his tongue before squeezing your panty clad cheeks. "I spoil you too much, don't I, vida?" You let out a soft sound that you subconsciously make when thinking but your boyfriend cuts off your thought process with a loud slap that catches both your cheeks at once. 

"Ow!" You found out just a few days into dating him that he was much stronger than you with how effortlessly he lifted heavy things and manhandled you when you got more comfortable around each other. So it always hurts like a bitch when he's in a reproachful mood. 

"Already?" He taunts you mockingly and lands another mean spank on your buzzing cheeks. "But vida," your eyes flutter close and you have to slither in a heavy gasp when he drapes himself over you from behind, one hand tracing its way up your side to palm one of your boobs, "I haven't even started with you yet." 

"Hnnng, please!" You push your ass backwards to try and turn him on. That is when you realize that he is rock hard already. 

Well, that explains the edge in his usually calm and collected tone. 

"Being a fussy little brat throughout breakfast" two slaps on each cheek. "Refusing to get out of the shower" you hadn't even realized that you had started 'bratting' out of your ire. You whine and bounce as he settles upon a rhythm. "Scrolling your silly little social media instead of getting ready for lunch" he suddenly yanks your panties off and despite the sting in your backside, you feel your needy hole clench before releasing a thick blob of pure hot arousal. "And then behaving like a perverted little maniac throughout–" the sound that the meeting of his unforgiving fingers with your nether lips -due to the gap that your squirming has caused between your thighs- creates is stunning enough to momentarily mum your boyfriend who is usually a composed know-it-all. 

"Hm~!" The sound is tugged out from deep within your vocal cords. Your knees tremble when you feel Pedri's prying fingers worm their way between your crack before he spreads your privates out. 

"Geez, vida" his breath is hot on your pucker and the snort he lets out when the sensation causes it to clench unconsciously makes blood rush to your face. "I know you're a horny little thing but fuck have you made a mess?" He can act as judgemental as he wants but you know that he loves every little drop of the need that he makes you feel. 

Which is all the time. 

You pout and instinctively push yourself closer to his face. "N- Need you… D- Daddy…" 

"Need me?" Your teeth trap your bottom lip between them when you feel one of his thumbs inch closer to your sopping cunt. "Where do you need me, baby?" 

You whine as your forehead creases. "Y- You know where!" 

He chuckles. "I don't think right now is the time when you push your luck, vida" your features push themselves upwards when you feel the tip of his thumb graze against the outline of your pussy lips. You let out an icy whimper in response so he adds; "Come on, if you tell me how you need me I'll give it to you" though he pretends as though he is unaffected by the sight he faces, you can hear the agitated urgency in his voice.

Your hips timidly try to move against his finger that refuses to give you anything beyond enticing yet unfulfilling strokes over your squishy petals. "I- I… n- need you i- in…" You hear clinking behind you but you are too busy in your desperation to find something pleasurable in the thumb that presses against you. "Inm- mypussy,Daddy" the questioning hum that he lets out rings in your ear when he is behind you within the next second and the way in which his cock jabs its way through your eager entrance at the same time causes for your eyes to bulge out. 

"What was that, baby?" Pedri has to clamp one of his palms over your mouth to keep you from moaning out loud. The sudden bustle that sounds right outside the wardrobe as if on cue causes him to quickly pull back and fuck into you harder as you clench to aid him. It is greedy and rushed; the both of you aware of how you are dangling by a thin thread but the franticness to devour one another so extreme in your bodies that you want to finish before you are caught. 

It is the only goal. 

"I couldn't quite catch that" the way he roughly whispers in your ear to avoid detection from the manager who is busy barking orders at the staff outside while wrapping a hand around your hair has you arching your back as you get fucked into the shelf. When you refuse to respond, he has to add with a mean fondling of your boobs; "Come on, vida. Now you know better than to disobey Daddy when he can very easily destroy you for it" your lust-drunk body springs up in alarm. 

The executions of his threats are always deadly and edging is not even the last thing that you want right now. 

"I…" His cock is too pleasurable inside you as he pushes in before pulling out its length through your tight entrance with each speeding thrust, its girth putting the most knee weakening strain on the band of your pussy as his bulging veins and coarse edges rub against your sensitive walls in a way that causes your head to spin. 

Your head is yanked back by your hair. His lips ghost over the skin of your temple that gets overwhelmed by his irregular breathing. "Go on, vida. You're doing so well taking my cock" his other hand parts from your boobs to reach for one of your knees before it is bent to be propped against one of the lower shelves. Your mouth falls open and your eyes shut to clench themselves at how far up you feel him, his thick tip colliding with your special spot as a result. "Say it for me." 

"I- I need you i- in my pussy, Daddy!" Your cry is rather loud but neither of you are in the mind to care about that anymore. Your hips tighten when the snapping of his hips escalates to full on pounding and the towels and little bottles placed on the shelves begin to rattle and tumble all over. "Always need you in my pussy, Daddy!" He rewards you with the dipping of his fingers between your thighs.

"Good girl" the digits easily find your squelching cunt and he uses his grip on your hair to pull your head to one side so he can bury his face in the crook of your neck. 

The gliding of his fingers is too much for your desperately worked up and frustrated pussy to handle so when his hand uncurls from your hair to pinch one of your nipples while his teeth nibble on that one sensitive patch of your skin, you can't help but throw your head back to let out a gut wrenching moan. 

Your vision fills with neon colors and your hearing declines. The tension within your hips is pulled loose and heat surges through every single knot that has formed in your muscles over the week. Pedri's hot cum that fills you soon after is the perfect end and you finally feel in place after days. 

Sex has the opposite effect on the both of you; while it helps Pedri clear his head, yours gets fuzzy instead. So it is him who fixes you up when he decides that he is done with you for now. You meekly stand like a baby– his baby as he pats your disheveled hair down, adjusts your bra and mends your outfit to the best of his ability. 

"Look at the mess you have made, vida" you whine and snuggle into his chest so you can hide your flushed face when he points out the wreck that you two have made of the place. Pedri chuckles as he fishes out some compensatory money from his wallet and places the bills on one of the shelves before taking your hand in his and helping you walk back to the table as you happily waddle behind him, senses numb but relaxed. No one says anything or even acknowledges your long absence but they know.

The flaming red hickey on your neck is the evidence to their suspicions. 

.

[paddockletters]

between goals and hearts | jude bellingham ft. pedri gonzalez

Part 1 | Part 2

pairing: pedri gonzalez x reader; jude bellingham x reader

summary: Elena navigates the complexities of her heart amidst her work for a prominent football team. As her friendship with Pedri deepens and a new player, Jude, enters her life, she finds herself caught between loyalty and newfound feelings.

warnings: none

author's note: I'm back with a new story and hopefully, my first serie. I hope you liked it! And if you want me to tag you en the part 2, let me know 👀

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets of Madrid. In the heart of the city, where soccer chants echoed through narrow alleys, lived a girl named Elena. Her life revolved around two things: her job as a community manager for a prominent football team and the complicated dance of her heart.

Elena had known Pedri since they were kids. They met during a summer soccer camp, their shared passion for the game forging an unbreakable bond. As they grew older, their friendship deepened. Pedri's laughter was her refuge, and his unwavering support kept her grounded. But there was something more—a lingering tension that neither dared to address.

Then came Jude—a whirlwind of charisma and talent. He'd arrived in Madrid a year ago, signing with the team. Elena's first encounter with him was at a charity event. She'd been tasked with coordinating player appearances, and there he was: tall, with eyes that held secrets and a smile that could melt glaciers. Jude's charm was magnetic, pulling her into his orbit.

Elena had been working around the clock to ensure the charity event for Real Madrid was a flawless success. As the community manager, her responsibilities included coordinating the players' schedules, managing media coverage, and overseeing the event logistics. The charity gala, aimed at raising funds for underprivileged children in Madrid, was the kind of project that fueled her passion for making a difference through her work.

The grand ballroom of the Hotel Ritz was buzzing with anticipation, elegantly decorated with banners of the club and adorned with dazzling lights that set the perfect backdrop for the evening. As guests arrived in their finest attire, the air filled with a mix of excitement and the soft melodies of a string quartet playing in the corner.

Elena was in the midst of checking in guests when she noticed Jude, the team's recent transfer and a rising star, entering the venue. Known for his swift moves on the field and his charismatic presence off it, Jude carried with him an aura of both confidence and accessibility. Elena had seen him in team meetings and during practice sessions but had never interacted with him directly.

As Jude approached, Elena straightened her posture, smoothing down her black dress, and prepared to give him the usual briefing she gave all the players.

“Good evening, Jude,” she greeted him with a professional smile.

“Thank you for being here tonight. Your presence means a lot to the children we’re supporting.”

Jude returned her smile, his eyes briefly scanning the name tag pinned to her blazer.

“Elena, right? I’ve heard about the incredible work you’ve been putting into this event. It looks fantastic.”

Taken aback by his acknowledgment, Elena felt a warm flush of pride.

“Thank you, Jude. I’m glad you think so. There’s a photo session scheduled for you in about ten minutes, and then you're free to enjoy the evening until the auction starts. I can take you to the media area whenever you’re ready.”

“Actually, I’d appreciate a quick tour of the place if you don’t mind,” Jude suggested, his tone casual yet genuinely interested.

“I’m still getting used to these events, and it would be great to have an expert guide.”

Elena nodded, pleasantly surprised by his request. As they walked through the venue, she pointed out the different sections: the silent auction tables laden with memorabilia, the dining area with its meticulously arranged tables, and the small stage where testimonials and speeches would be held later in the evening.

Throughout the tour, they engaged in light conversation. Jude was curious about the organization’s work, asking insightful questions that showed his interest in more than just the surface details. Elena, in turn, was impressed by his genuine concern for the cause and his easygoing nature, making her job as a coordinator much easier.

“What made you decide to get involved in charity work?” Jude asked as they paused by the display of children’s artwork, part of the auction items for the evening.

Elena smiled, her eyes lighting up as she spoke.

“I’ve always believed in using whatever platform we have to make a difference. Working with Real Madrid gives me the opportunity to reach out and help on a larger scale. Every little bit counts, right?”

Jude nodded, his expression thoughtful.

“Absolutely. It’s refreshing to see someone so dedicated to these causes. Makes me want to get involved more too.”

As they concluded the tour, Jude thanked her for the insights.

“I hope I’ll get to work more directly with you on future projects, Elena. It’s been enlightening.”

Elena felt a flutter of excitement at the prospect.

“I’d like that, Jude. Enjoy the evening, and let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

Watching him blend back into the crowd, Elena couldn't help but feel that this charity event had just taken on an even more significant meaning. Not only was she helping a cause close to her heart, but she had also made a connection that might extend beyond just professional boundaries.

They became friends, she and Jude. Late-night conversations over tapas turned into shared secrets. He listened when she spoke about her dreams, her fears, and the ache in her heart. Jude was caring, attentive, and dangerously easy to fall for.

The friendship between Elena and Jude had blossomed effortlessly in the weeks following the charity event. They found themselves seeking each other's company more frequently, sharing lunches, coffee breaks, and the occasional dinner after work. It was during one of these dinners that their conversation drifted from light-hearted banter to more personal and flirtatious exchanges. They laughed easily, the air charged with an unspoken attraction that was becoming harder to ignore.

Elena sipped her wine, her gaze on Jude.

“Why did you become a footballer?”

He leaned back, his eyes tracing the constellations.

“For the rush—the adrenaline of the game. But also because it’s a language everyone understands. On the field, we’re equals.”

She smiled. “And off the field?”

Jude’s fingers brushed hers. “Off the field, I want to understand you.”

As they talked, the night unfolded like a story. Jude shared tales of his childhood, the winding streets of his hometown, and the way the sea smelled after a storm. Elena listened, captivated by his words. She told him about her love for job, everything.

They laughed, their laughter mingling with the soft music playing in the background. Jude’s eyes held a warmth that made Elena’s heart flutter. She wondered if he felt it too—the unspoken connection that pulled them together.

When dessert arrived—a decadent chocolate mousse—Jude leaned closer.

“Elena,” he said, “do you believe in fate?”

She traced the rim of her wine glass.

“I think sometimes the universe conspires to bring people together.”

He chuckled. “Well, then maybe it conspired to bring us here tonight.”

The night stretched into dawn, and they walked along the rooftop’s edge, fingers brushing. Jude pointed out constellations, weaving stories about mythical heroes and lost loves. Elena leaned against the railing, the city below a tapestry of lights.

“Tell me,” she said, “what’s your favorite memory?”

Jude hesitated, then looked at her with an intensity that stole her breath.

“This one,” he whispered. “Right now.”

One evening, after another enjoyable outing, Elena met up with her friend Sofia at their favorite café. The place was cozy, with soft music playing in the background, creating the perfect atmosphere for confessions.

"You seem different, Elena, lighter somehow. What's going on?" Sofia prodded with a knowing smile as they settled into their seats.

Elena bit her lip, her heart fluttering at the mention of Jude. "Well, I've been spending more time with Jude lately. He's... there's just something about him. We connect so easily, and he makes me laugh."

Sofia's eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Oh, sounds like someone has a crush! But isn't there something about Pedri? Last time we talked, you were unsure about him."

Elena sighed, her excitement dimming slightly. "Yes, I still think about Pedri sometimes. We’ve been friends for a long time, and there's always been this 'what if' hanging over us. But with Jude, it feels different, more... intense."

Laughing, Sofia nudged her playfully.

"Why don't you see where things go with Jude? Life’s too short for 'what ifs.' Besides, a little romance might clear up those doubts about Pedri."

Encouraged by Sofia's words, Elena agreed to go on another date with Jude. They chose a romantic restaurant overlooking the city, where the lights twinkled like distant stars. The night was filled with laughter and shared stories, and as they walked through the plaza afterwards, their hands brushed together. Jude took her hand in his, and the touch sent a thrill up her spine.

Stopping under the soft glow of a street lamp, Jude looked into her eyes, his gaze intense. "Elena, I've been wanting to do this for a while now," he murmured, leaning closer.

The world seemed to hold its breath as their lips met in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened. The kiss was a promise, filled with all the pent-up longing they had felt. As they pulled apart, the air between them crackled with sexual tension, both aware of the electricity that surged with that simple touch.

Elena's heart raced as Jude gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The night felt endless, and the possibilities limitless. Yet, in the back of her mind, a shadow lingered—the thought of Pedri and the unresolved feelings there. But for now, she was caught up in the moment, under the spell of the budding romance with Jude.

The evening ended with a sweet goodbye, leaving Elena to walk back to her apartment under the starlit sky, her mind a whirl of emotions. She felt exhilarated and terrified all at once, wondering if she had started something that could either blossom beautifully or leave her caught between two worlds.

As she lay in bed later that night, Elena couldn't help but replay the kiss in her mind, the warmth of Jude's lips on hers still lingering. The joy of the moment was palpable, but so were the doubts about what this meant for her friendship with Pedri. She knew she would have to face her feelings head-on, but for tonight, the memory of Jude's kiss brought a smile to her face, and she allowed herself to drift into sleep, wrapped in the sweet possibility of new love.