J.b.b_ Is Typing....

j.b.b_ is typing....

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Bucky Barnes is the pig that broke your best friend's heart. So why haven't you blocked him yet?

Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x Reader, fucking when they really shouldn't, arrogant asshole!bucky, flirting, mature themes, smut (penetrative sex, dirty talk, degradation kink, creampie).

"What a prick!" Lila yells as the four of you burst into the apartment, drunk and exhausted.

"He's such a bastard," Jaya seethes, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Yeah," You chime in, sitting next to Lila on the couch. "Bucky is a pig who's only interested in sex. You deserve so much better."

"I could've punched him because of the shit he was saying," Christiana grumbles bitterly, sitting on the couch opposite you. "He was saying that he bets Lila already has a line of guys waiting for her; basically implying that she was the disloyal one."

"He's honestly the worst," Jaya mutters with a huff.

"He's so annoying," You complain with an eye-roll, rubbing Lila's back comfortingly.

"And," Christiana begins, leaning forward. "He was all, 'Y/N looks hot'- like, what?"

That takes you aback. While the girls complain, you sit in shock. Bucky Barnes thinks you're hot? Little old you?

"What a creep! You're literally one of my best friends," Lila yells, red-faced. "He has no shame."

"He is such a scumbag," Jaya adds with clenched fists. "Did he not think Christi would tell us he said that?"

Coming to your senses, you clear your throat and nod. "Yeah, what a- he's such a prick."

Soon after that, the four of you head to bed. Jaya and Christiana live further away from campus, so they're sleeping over.

Christiana is out like a light the second her head hits the pillow, but you're still a little buzzed so you go on your phone to see an interesting notification.

j.b.b_ has added you as a friend!

Fuck. You recognize his username from when Lila was dating him. Oh, fuck.

It's as though your fingers have a mind of their own. In seconds, you've added him back.

j.b.b_ is typing...

You're absolutely fucked.

You open his message 27 seconds after he sends it, because the rules of texting don't apply at 5am.

j.b.b_

hey zombie cheerleader.

He's referring to your costume from earlier tonight. It makes you feel a little special that he remembers you. Why are you so pathetic?

you

hey indiana jones.

j.b.b_

you get home okay?

you

yeah. our uber driver gave us candy

j.b.b_

did you eat it?

you

ofc not

i don't accept candy from strangers

j.b.b_

i got some candy if you want it.

you

i don't accept candy from strangers

j.b.b_

i'm hardly a stranger

anyway, quick question

you

shoot

j.b.b_

do u remember dancing with me tonight?

well, more like dancing on me

you

huh?

no definitely not

j.b.b_

you sure?

when WAP was playing

you

fuck off

that was you ?? i didn't even realize

why did i dance with you

j.b.b_

lucky you.

you're a great fucking dancer, btw. the things you do with those hips? damn.

you

u do know i'm lilas roommate right?

j.b.b_

who's lila?

you

you're literally the worst human being alive.

j.b.b_

you live in the Ross building right?

you

yeah why

j.b.b_

u know where the common room is?

you

ground floor or 15th floor one

j.b.b_

15th

you

what about it

j.b.b_

come here.

you

uhhhhhhmmmmmm what

j.b.b_

i'm lonely. :(

you

go to your apartment aren't the guys there

j.b.b_

they have a bunch of girls over

you

isn't that what u want?

j.b.b_

nah, i want you.

Your stomach is doing flips. You glance back at Christiana to make sure she's still asleep before turning back to your phone.

you

you're an arrogant prick

j.b.b_

because I always get what I want.

you

You're disappointed when he leaves you on read, but a part of you is relieved. Who knows the drama you'd cause if you actually went to hang out with Lila's fucking ex at 5am?

oh yeah? well then, come and get it

Just as you're about to fall asleep, there's a knock at the front door. You immediately shoot up and race out of your room, hoping that the other girls are too deep into their sedated sleep to have heard it.

When you open it, you throw up your hands. "What the fuck, Bucky?"

"Nice pyjamas," He says with a smirk, leaning against the door as he looks you up and down.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him in an angry whisper.

"You told me to come get what I want," Bucky replies casually, kicking the door shut before slowly stepping further into your apartment and placing one of his hands on your hips. He pulls you into him and lowers his lips to your ear. "Gotcha."

You push him away with a huff. "You shouldn't be here. You need to leave."

He grabs you again, backing you up until your butt hits the back of the couch. "Don't worry, baby," He whispers softly, stroking your exposed sides. "I know exactly what you want."

Before you can respond, he spins you around and bends you over the couch. You gasp as his mouth comes to your ear, his crotch pressing against your ass.

"You were dancing like such a slut on me earlier," He grumbles, grinding against you. "You can pretend like you didn't know it was me all you want, but we know the truth."

The memory is clear as day. Honestly, there was a small part of you that thought it was Bucky you were whining your ass on. You had made eye contact with Sam and Steve, greeted them briefly, then turned around to dance with your back to them, expecting one of them to get the hint and start dancing with you. When you felt two hands on your hips, you didn't question it at all, ignoring the way you clearly felt Bucky's cold metal ring against your stomach. The boys didn't comment, knowing that Bucky's a dog who gets what he wants, no matter what or who it is.

"You got me so fucking hard earlier, and there was nothing I could do about it," Bucky utters into your ear, slowly rubbing his boner against your ass. "And now, I'm gonna make you cream all over my cock, and there's nothing you can do about it."

"Bucky," You whisper, your voice breaking. "We can't."

"Shh, baby, you just gotta be quiet," He tells you soothingly, pulling down your cotton shorts. "Be a good girl and don't make a single sound. Got it?"

"Mhm," You reply weakly, knowing there's no amount of will-power in the world that can stop you from going through with this.

"Oh, fuck," He groans lowly as he pulls out his cock and pushes your loose shorts to the side, giving him access to your throbbing pussy. "Such a pretty cunt."

"Please, Buck," You whimper. "Please, make me cum."

He chuckles darkly, leaning over you and bringing his lips to your ear. "That's a good girl. Beg me, baby. I know you want it."

"Please, fuck me," You whine desperately, wiggling your hips with frustration. "Need you so bad."

"Oh, sweetheart, of course," He says with a tone of condescension, right before he begins to inch his swollen cock into you. "Shit. So fucking tight, so fucking good for me."

He fucks you without any softness, slamming into you over and over again. His hands grip your hips tightly as he thrusts faster, groaning your name.

"Such a fucking slut," Bucky growls, pulling on your hair as he smirks devilishly. "No regard for her feelings, huh?"

This is so wrong. You're fucking one of your best friend's exes while she sleeps mere feet away. You're such a slut.

You turn your head back, half-dazed by how good he's fucking you. "I don't care," You mumble lazily.

"That's my girl," He replies with a laugh, spanking your ass. "All you care about is taking my cum. Ain't that right, slut?"

"Yes, Sir," You cry out just as the tip of his dick brushes against your cervix, making you convulse.

"My good little cumslut," Bucky groans as your pussy tightens around his shaft. "Fuck, gonna let me use you whenever I want?"

"Whenever you want, Sir," You vow, your mind blank as utter pleasure drowns you.

"That's right, whenever I fucking want," He repeats, thrusting harder. "You're gonna be my good little toy. M'gonna fill you up with my cum whenever the damn mood strikes me, and you're gonna take every last drop like the dirty fuckdoll you are."

Your eyes roll back and your cunt clenches at his words. He makes you feel diabolical, but in the most delicious way.

"I can feel it, cumslut, I can feel you getting close," Bucky moans, bringing his hand around to rub your clit. Your body shakes in his arms but he holds you in place, grunting into your ear.

"I'm gonna cum," You sing, your legs going numb.

"Then do it, baby," He whispers. "Cum all over my cock. Show me what a slut you really are."

With his demand, you let go and the feeling overwhelms you. You're hit with wave upon wave of delight as Bucky fucks you through your orgasm, feeling his own build up.

"Gonna fill you up so good," He growls lowly. "Ready for it?"

"Please!" You all but squeal, causing his hand to clamp over your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," He warns you. "Don't want your friends to hear you and find out what a dirty whore you are, do you?"

"No, Sir," You say, your words muffled against his palm.

He moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, choking you slightly to keep your loud moans down as he shudders. Within seconds, his hot cum shoots into you. He lets out a string of your name sewn in with some curses, his hips snapping against yours lazily as he rides out his high.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," He groans, falling against you weakly. "So good for me, baby, so fucking good."

You both take a few minutes to collect yourselves, before he pulls away and pulls up his pants. The sound of his belt buckle brings you to the present and you shoot up, eyes wide and legs numb.

"You okay?" He asks you between breaths, looking you up and down with a tinge of mischief in his eyes.

"Good," You reply, readjusting your shorts. "You?"

Bucky nods and runs a hand through his hair. "Yeah, good."

A slight silence falls between you as you glance back at Lila's bedroom, wondering how the fuck you managed to pull that off without waking anyone up.

"You're fucking incredible," Bucky says, walking closer to you and resting his hand on your ass. "How could you let me settle for her, huh?"

"You know, I was hoping you'd still be in your costume," He admits with a smirk. "Didn't get rid of it, did you?"

In an attempt to hide your pride at his words, you shrug nonchalantly. "I've been here the whole time. It's not my fault you didn't see me."

He tilts his head to the side. "Sam wanted to dance with you tonight. I almost let him."

"Let him?" You repeat incredulously. He says that as though he has some sort of claim to your body.

"But then I saw the way you were dancing," Bucky goes on to say with a smirk. "And I knew there was no way I was letting that fucker anywhere near you."

"You've seen me dance before," You mumble.

"Not like that," He argues, lowering his voice. "We were practically dry humping."

"Only 'cause Lila and the others went out," You tell him. "This isn't happening again, Buck. We've had our fun."

"Nope," You tell him, leaning back against the couch. "It's on my bedroom floor."

With a smirk, Bucky squeezes your ass. "Come tomorrow, it'll be on mine."

"Oh, yeah?" You ask with a raised brow.

"Mhm," He confirms, leaning closer to give you a kiss. "I'll message you tomorrow. Don't make me wait too long."

Bucky shoots you a wink, patting your ass a couple of times with that arrogant look on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow, baby."

"And what part of 'this isn't happening again' did you not understand?" You question him with narrow eyes, trying to ignore the way his kiss is still lingering on your lips.

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hi!! can you do pedri nsfw alphabet??🙏🙏

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

• Pedri would be amazing at aftercare, whether it was a long session or a quickie aftercare was always a must. He'd make sure you are OK after your orgasms, lightly stroking your sides, whispering praises into your ear. Then he'd definitely run a bath and change the bedsheets, preparing the room for a movie night.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• Pedri is for sure, 100%, a boob guy. He just loves them; whether he's just giving light, teasing kisses when you make out, or fully latching onto them whilst you're riding him, he loves to tease you in that way.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

• he loves to cum in you, if you allow it, just likes the sensation of filling you up and then watch his cum drip out of you whilst your body shakes from the mindblowing orgasm he just gave you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

• he loves it when you take control, maybe after a rough match. He just wants to relax and feel accomplished so you make sure to give him praise, whilst riding him since he is too tired, telling him how good he feels inside of you, something that just sends him to an overdrive.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

• he definitely has at least some expertise in the matter, but the two of you always make sure to communicate with each other what feels good and what doesn't.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

• he likes both doggy and missionary. Pedri is defo a sucker for some passionate sex, watching your face whilst he buries his cock deep inside of you, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, if not resting on his shoulders.

On other days, he'd definitely enjoy doggy style, grabbing your hair and pulling your flushed body against him, whilst you try to hold on to the headboard. Maybe a cheeky smack on the ass as well;)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

• I feel like he'd be serious in the situation; he doesn't want to make any mistakes, his only purpose being to give you pleasure. He'd always have his eyes on you, making sure you're enjoying yourself, loving the efect that he has on you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

• I don't think he's like BALD down there, but he definitely tames the jungle, just for himself and the aesthetic purposes, I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

• he is definitely very romantic, always whispering words of praise on how well you're taking him, etc. Defo a kissing guy. If you're in a missionary, his lips are constantly on yours or on your neck, marking you as his.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

• does it pretty often, especially if he's away playing matches and you're not with him. He does it often then, watching the pictures that you sent him prior or calling you on facetime, needing you to help out, even if you're not there

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

• defo likes to have sex in risky places where you could get caught any time. Maybe in the changing rooms after a training session when he just can't keep his hands off you, after seeing one of his teammates eyeing you up. He'd show them who exactly you belong to after exiting with marks covering your neck and a slight limp;)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

• his bedroom. Or if not that, then the backseat of his green mini😭. The thought of you riding him in his first car just turns him on massively. He loves to have you anywhere, the location never being the problem. He'll always find a way to have a cheeky fuck;)

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

• anything really. Seeing you in the new lingerie that he bought you as a gift will defo get him going. Safe to say, it won't be staying on you for much longer, his hungry eyes already eyeing you, ready to get down to business.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• share. No threesomes for you because the man is stingy as hell. The thought of someone else enjoying you in the same way just drives him insane. He wants to keep you to himself and to himself only. He will make that you never need another person in bed, fucking into you hard and deep, showing you he's the only one who can make you feel this way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

• he likes to give and receive, but giving head to you just turns him on to the max. He loves to have you perched on the edge of the bed, your legs resting on his shoulders, as his skilled tongue eats you out. Defo loves it when you grab his hair as well, pulling him closer where you need him the most, making him smirk against you.

Also loves to receive head from you, seeing you on your knees looking up at him whilst you swirl your tongue around his tip. He wouldn't be rough; he'd let you set your own pace, the sight of you blowing him always making cum quicker.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

• It defo depends on the mood that you two are in. If he's just come home after a frustrating match, he'd be rough, taking out all his anger. If not, he would be more sensual and passionate, taking his time with you, putting your pleasure before his own.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

• loves a quickie. During the times when he plays back to back matches, he'd definitely take you along with him, the two of you sneaking around, trying to find a place to have a quickie. Almost always ending up caught by one of his teammates or Xavi himself, them wondering where he is, minutes before a game.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

• he'd definitely like to try out new stuff to keep it exciting for the two of you but also likes to keep it simple, just knowing that he can send you into an overdrive with mere touches, knowing what effect he has on you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

• the guy is a footballer, his stamina may as well be reaching the fucking sky. He can last quite long, usually able to go for 2 - 3 rounds, you already fucked out but him only coming for the first time.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

• probably doesn't own them, but likes to experiment on you with yours. He defo wants to see what you do when he's not there, knowing that a toy will never satisfy you as much as he can.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• loves to tease but doesn't like to be teased. When the two of you are out, maybe at a party, his lips always stay near your neck, hands wandering everywhere, his stare making it clear to other men that you're taken. However, if you ever try to tease him, grinding on him in public, or discreetly touching him over his trousers, best believe he'll be taking you home, fucking the courage out of you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

•not loud but not silent either. He'd defo be vocal, your pussy just being to good to stay quiet, grunting when he thrusts into you or whimpering when you blow him off.

W = Wild Card (i have no fucking idea what this means )

• question mark coz miss gurl has no idea what to write here

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

• average size and girthy. Just the right size to fill you up completely, constantly hitting your g spot when he thrusts inside of you. The girth adding the extra stretch, spreading you out for him.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

• high. He could have sex any time, anywhere if he could. Almost always horny for you, pressing his bulge against you, rutting his hips, and his lips against your neck on the sweet spot under your ear.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• depends. He stays up as long as you're up, always checking if you need anything after sex, e.g, water, more food, etc. When you're satisfied and dozing off to sleep, he waits until you're fully asleep before letting himself relax into your embrace, his arm around you the whole time.

A/N: Thank you for requesting anon, I hope this is alright and enjoy x💗

Hello

…^^ being Gavi’s first gf :)

BEING GAVI'S FIRST GIRLFRIEND WOULD INCLUDE

At the beginning of your relationship, there was no sign that you would have any kind of romantic relationship

Your relationship was friendly at first

You met during the summer break, during which you both changed schools

You were assigned to the same class, and the class group formed during your vacation made you catch each other's eye and quickly moved to private messages

You didn't even realize when you moved on to daily messaging each other and meeting up often

You spent the rest of the vacation together, meeting up in your free time

Sometimes you also came to Pablo's training sessions, as much as your daily schedule allowed

When you started going to school, Pablo would always sit on the bench with you, or sit in front of you, so that he could always turn to you if he needed to

Of course, he would walk you home after school!!! Even if it wasn't on his way.

I think Pablo's love language is sharing, also he will share his lunch with you

BUT I'M TOO DREAMY ABOUT HIGHSCHOOL!PABLO, LET'S GET TO THE SPECIFICS

So, I think Pablo with his first love would be so awkward

On the one hand, he would want to tell you about it, but he was afraid you would reject him

Besides, he didn't know what was going on. So far, no girl had ever had the same feelings as you, and that scared him a bit.

I also think he was afraid that wanting to be with you might upset his football career

When he finally asked you out, you didn't know it was a date

He took you to the movies after he had googled a thousand times where to take a girl on a first date

You realized Pablo might be about something more when he clumsily wrapped his arm around your shoulder during the screening, making you furrow your brow with confusion

Of course you liked Pablo. You liked his charming behavior and the attention he gave you, but you could never admit it

However, you decided not to ask him anything, you just continued watching the movie together

When your non-date was over, he escorted you to your house

And only there did he gather the courage to tell you how much he liked you

He asked if he could kiss you

And all you could do was just nod your head, unsure if you could respond with your words

You would probably be his first kiss!!!

After that day, you met more formally. On a day-to-day basis, nothing changed, except that while walking and returning to school, you held hands and shared shy kisses now and then

I think Pablo would have been very affectionate with his girlfriend. His way of showing love was touching, so be ready that when you were somewhere together, he would hug you from behind and kiss your forehead.

Pablo would compliment you a lot. He would tell you how smart you are and how much he adores your character

He could talk about it for hours and his eyes would always sparkle when he said it.

If there was an argument between the two of you, Pablo would always apologize first, unable to bear that some silly thing could make your relationship deteriorate

Pablo would just be a charming guy who wanted to explore every aspect of love with you

number 30 ~ pablo gavi

pt. 2

summary: love at first sight.

“y/n, ¡rápido! ya casi están aquí.” (quick! they’re nearly here) y/n’s little sister calls out to her from across their living room. today was the champions parade, celebratory for barcelonas 27th title, and y/n along with her sister could not be any more excited.

luckily for them, they didn’t have to stand on the streets, being pushed around by several impatient yet extremely happy fans, having teenagers screaming in their ear every second. they were able to watch it from the safety of their balcony, overlooking the whole street and getting the best view of all the players on the bus.

as y/n neared the balcony, she could already hear the loud screams and cheers of the many other fans. she walked out to see her sister waving the flag around with a gigantic smile on her face. she was dressed in the blaugrana jersey, her hair clipped up to reveal her favourite player’s number at the back.

y/n chuckled at her screams, undoubtedly being heard at the end of the street as she held her phone in her other hand, ready to film the whole experience.

as the bus came into view, y/n’s eyes widened. she heard the screams of the people below her get louder the more the bus came into the street. she could clearly see all the players, each and every one with a smile on their face and their arms in the air as they happily celebrated their win with the rest of the city.

gavi had just finished taking a picture on a fans phone, that was thrown up to him, when he looked up to fix the scarf around his head. his eyes landed on two girls on a balcony not so far from them, one of them screaming her head off as she waved a flag around as the other calmy stood with a grin on her face and her hands clapping in the air.

gavi felt the breath almost knock out of his lungs, and not from the fact that ansu had just accidentally bumped into him. she was so beautiful. so breathtaking. his eyes landed on the blaugrana jersey adorning her body and he immediately wondered which number displayed at the back of it. was it his number? was he her favourite player?

his dancing arms slowly made a stop and his eyes did not leave her. he felt as though he physically could not look away. her hair looked so soft, her smile so contagious he felt himself smiling just at the sight of her.

y/n was watching as ansu and pedri danced with eachother when she felt her sister shaking her arm.

“¿qué?” (what?)

“¡gavi está mirando hacia aquí!” (gavi is looking over here!)

immediately her eyes went to the player she noticed first. he was still in the same place he stood jumping moments before, only now he stood still as his eyes focused on hers.

she could feel her heart thumping against her chest, the realisation kicking in that the pablo gavi was staring right at her right now. she waved at him with a shy smile on her face, watching as he mirrored her action and expression before pointing to his back.

“¿qué número?” (what number?) he mouthed to her.

with her heart beating in her ears, she turned around, moving her hair to the side, allowing him to see the big number 30 plastered on her back.

as she turned around, she saw him give her a thumbs up, cheering at the fact that it was his number on her back.

she could feel the heat flooding her cheeks. her eyes followed the bus as it moved further down the street, the butterflies in her stomach slowly starting to dissipate as her eyes held the gaze of pablo gavi for a few more seconds before she couldn’t see him anymore.

gavi could feel his own heartbeat in his ears, banging against his ear drums along with the loud cheers of the fans and the slight sway as the bus moved down the street. he couldn’t deny the blush that came onto his cheeks when he saw the number 30 on her back. he was her favourite player.

his mind ran back to her smile. how proud and excited she looked. how content she looked as she gazed at the flags being waved down below before looking up at the bus.

he looked back, trying to catch another glimpse of her but to no avail. the bus had already moved further down the road and he could no longer see her balcony.

he tried blinking away the intruding thoughts of the girl, shaking his head as he tried to focus back on the celebration at hand.

one thing never left his mind though. her name.

her name plastered just above his number, in the usual bright yellow font.

he didn’t know who she was but atleast he knew her name. y/n. such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.

kiss me forever ~ pablo gavi

summary: gavi can’t get enough of his girlfriends kisses.

a soft chuckle left y/n’s mouth as she felt pablo connect his lips with hers for the tenth time in the last five minutes. he had been extremely clingy and loving today, just wanting to spend time with his girlfriend and shower her with his endless affection.

his arms tightened around her waist as he pulled her even closer, if that was even possible, to his own body. her legs were draped over his lap as his right hand went to her thigh, resting against her skin.

“pablo, no podemos besarnos para siempre.” (we can’t kiss each other forever) she breathily whispered against his lips when she pulled away again for some breath.

she felt him slightly whine under her lips before leaning forward, pecking them softly once again.

“si pudiera lo haría.” (if i could then i would)

his reply was vague as he was eager to kiss her again. pablo couldn’t deny he was extremely addicted to the taste and feel of her mouth against his own. her plump lips so soft, so sweet, so gentle. he couldn’t get enough.

he sighed in content and happiness, “te quiero mucho, mi niña preciosa.” (i love you so much, my beautiful girl)

“me encanta besarte.” (i love kissing you)

her hands slowly travelled from his shoulders to his neck, wrapping her arms around him to pull him closer. she gently played with his hair, knowing how much he loved when she did that.

when he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, she sighed into him and let him kiss her into euphoria. she could feel him everywhere, his warmth, his smell, his tenderness. his love caged her in his arms and she never wanted to leave.

canarian ~ pedri

summary: pedri takes his daughter to see his hometown for the first time.

the season had finally ended and pedri was extremely happy that he had an endless amount of time to spend with his family, friends and, most importantly, his adorable ten month old, mía.

y/n had also been given time off from work for the summer so they both decided it was time for a vacation. both being financially stable, deciding on where to go was quite a difficult task - but when y/n suggested visiting tenerife, pedri’s homeland, he felt as though he just fell deeper in love with her.

an elevated grin immediately formed itself on his lips and he instantly agreed when he saw the hopeful glint in her eyes. it’d been so long since they both last went to the canary islands together, and the fact that now they had a daughter made it all the more exciting.

it would be her first time visiting her dads hometown, and pedri couldn’t be anymore excited for his friends and colleagues back home to meet his little girl. after all, she was half canarian and deserved to see where her papi spent most of his life.

•••

mía had been glued to her tío adrián ever since the group decided to have a pool day. it’d been a few days since they’ve been in tenerife and mía had been a very happy baby ever since. she’d never been around as much nature as she’d seen here than in barcelona; the music and flowers and sunshine all around her kept her in a cheery mood.

y/n stayed on one of the lounge chairs with pedris mom, rosy, as they chatted about anything and everything that came to mind. she was a very mindful person to talk to. being pedri’s girlfriend, y/n was loved a lot by pedris family. they considered her as their own due to how close the two were, as friends, before they even got together.

rosy knew her since she was just 15 years old. she was there when she and pedri met and she saw each day as they became closer. she was there when pedri was nervous for his first date with her, she was there when the two finally got together, she was there when they had their first argument, she was there to comfort them both separately, she was there when pedri recieved his first award and did not stop praising his ‘amazing girlfriend’ up on that stage.

most importantly, she was there when y/n had mía.

rosy encouraged them both from the beginning of their friendship. from the moment she saw y/n with her heart-warming smile and bright personality, she knew she was the one for pedri. they were both so young, they still are, but she had a gut feeling they would stick by each others side until their love stopped blooming.

y/n was now almost 21, and loved rosy as her own mother. she’d always been their biggest supporter and she was an amazing abuela to their little mía too.

y/n kept an eye on the two in the water, not that far away from them. mía had her little blue bathing suit on and she was held in pedris arms as her tío adrián lightly splashed water onto her. her loud giggles could be heard from where she and rosy were sitting and y/n couldn’t help the smile that came onto her lips at her babys happy babbles.

“parece estar disfrutando de la ciudad natal de su padre, ¿eh?” (she seems to be enjoying her dads hometown, hm?) rosy asked and y/n turned to her, nodding.

“sí, le ha encantado cada segundo.” (yes, she’s loved every second of it) she lightly chuckled when adrián started dunking himself into the water, making mía laugh harder at his frazzled expression every time he came out.

“¿y pedro?” (and pedro?)

“pedro siempre le ha encantado estar aqui mama.” (pedro has always loved it here, mama) she replied. a loving smile came upon rosy’s lips and y/n’s own widened.

“es su ciudad natal. ¿cómo podría no quererla?” (it’s his hometown, how could he not love it here?)

her eyes wandered from mía to pedri and a familiar warmth filled her stomach. she felt that fluttering warmth engulfing her, the butterflies in her belly intensifying the longer she stared at her pretty boyfriend. his hair was pushed back due to the water and his toned muscles were on full display, flexing each time he moved with mía in his arms. his tan was slowly coming in, making him look even hotter, if that was even possible.

when he looked over to her, she felt her heart physically skip a beat - he’d always had that affect on her. pedri caught the intensity in her gaze when his eyes locked onto hers. she looked so gorgeous sitting there under the blaring sun, with his sunglasses on her head because she forgot her own at home. her blue bikini matched her skin tone so well, growing into the tan she was gradually getting.

pedri lifted his hand and waved her over with a teasing grin on his face. he watched as she whispered something to his mother, who nodded, and soon she was walking down towards them.

when mía saw her mother approaching, she called out to her with a giggle, her hands splashing themselves harder in the water the closer she got. pedri held out his hand and helped her down the steps of the pool, his other arm still wrapped around mía, who was now wiggling her feet under the water too.

“ay, mi amorrr.” (oh, my love) y/n’s hands reached forward and she bought the happy little girl into her arms.

“¿te diviertes?” (are you having fun?) she laughed when mía responded with a harsh nod of her head and another splash of her hands in the water. she pressed a kiss to her wet forehead, moving the hair out of her face before smiling down at her.

adrián came over and popped out of the water next to them, attempting to scare mía, but she only laughed in his face before reaching toward him. adrián took her out of her mothers arms and swam off, leaving the young couple to be alone in their own world.

pedris arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her body into his hold and closer to his chest. y/n rested her hands against his biceps and he reached down to plant a kiss against her lips. they were so soft and sweet and slotted perfectly against his.

he slightly swayed them both, still in the water, still with his lips gently pecking hers. she obliged to his random need, kissing him back with just as much laziness and tenderness and love that he was kissing her with. pedri couldn’t have been anymore at peace in that moment.

he was surrounded by his family, he was back in the town of his childhood, he had the cutest daughter ever, and the girl of his dreams was in his arms. he couldn’t have felt anymore blessed and in love as he did, just then.

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y/n held mía tightly in her arms as she followed pedri into his dads restaurant. the large crowd of people surrounded the outside and as she walked in, there seemed to be more of them. they all had barcelona jerseys on and their smiles held so much pride and joy for their hometown boy, it warmed y/n’s heart.

he was representing them. he was a beacon of acknowledgment for the people of tegueste, his home. so many little kids stood in the crowd, their little bodies dressed in pedris jersey, their eyes filled with honour and admiration as they stared at the twenty-year old, their hearts filled with high aspirations to follow in his footsteps.

pedri shook every single hand he could. he waved at everyone he saw and grinned at every camera pointing his way. despite the proud smiles they held for their famous hometown boy, they each sent an awed smile and a wave towards his girlfriend and the pretty little girl in her arms.

mía kept her head against y/n’s shoulder and she watched with big eyes as her mom and dad shook hands and talked with all these random people. she was amazed with how many there were, and how they all wanted to talk to her papi.

when they walked into the restaurant, cheers erupted from the people inside once they laid their eyes on pedri. mías eyes travelled from the large crowd of people to the huge wall behind them.

a large brown, wooden wall, plastered with many pictures of pedri. she couldn’t believe how beautiful that wall looked, so so many pictures of her papi. some with a smile on his face, some of him as a young boy, some with his team, some with tío fernando, some with her abuela and abuelo and some with her mami.

when she recognised one of her and pedri, she let out a little giggle and called out to her dad.

“papi!” pedri turned from waving at one of the little boys from the local football club to his daughter when he heard her voice. she was pointing at the large wall of pictures and pedri smiled to himself as he walked over to her.

he pinched her cheek and pecked her forehead before bringing her from y/n’s arms into his own.

“eres tu.” (it’s you) her voice was still a bit unsteady when she spoke spanish but she did so with a smile on her face and her little finger pointed at the largest picture up there of him.

pedri nodded his head and then pointed to the one with him and mía. it was taken at the end of one of his games a few months ago. he was holding her in his arms, kissing her and tickling her and y/n couldn’t help but take a picture of the moment. she sent it to rosy because it was just too cute not to share with her.

y/n was surprised herself when she saw the picture printed and put up on the wall, but she thought it looked amazing up there. fernando had put this whole thing together by himself and she couldn’t stop staring at it.

when she last visited tenerife, the wall wasn’t as big as it was now. it only had a few pictures of the family, some of the restaurant and of tenerife.

it felt so surreal thinking about how far pedri has actually came in only a few years. he’s accomplished so so much at such a young age and y/n felt privileged to be able to watch all of his accomplishments with front row seats. she’d been with him since they were just a pair of silly little teenagers, and she hoped she’d be there for the rest of his achievements.

watching him interact with his daughter, their daughter, instilled a huge amount of gratification and admiration towards her boyfriend. she watched as he whispered to her about some of the pictures, showing her each of the different stages in his life. she watched as fernando asked him to stand for a few pictures and he did not let go of his little girl, but instead bought her with him into the pictures.

he was an amazing player, a great role model, an even better boyfriend, but overall, he was the best papi any little girl could ever ask for.