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(ig story, 15/07/24)

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hes so breathtaking

LOOK AT THIS MAN LOOK AT HIS HAIR LOOK AT HIS TAN IM GOING TO DIE

hes like a puppy with those eyes, he could tor***e me, k*ll me, etc. and there would be no problem bc of those pretty brown eyes

pedri and y/n doing the tiktok trend where they tell each other their icks 🫶

icks ✩ pedri gonzález

summary: you do the "icks about eachother" trend with pedri.

requested: yes/no

“So…today we are going to talk our icks about eachother." You put the phone in a way that you and Pedri appear on the screen. "Who goes first?"

"I'll go first." Pedri takes out his notebook and speaks seriously. "When you speak in a baby voice."

You widen your eyes and point accusingly at him. "You do that too."

He makes a derisive look and shakes his head in denial at the camera. "Too much." He nudges your waist. "Go ahead, say yours."

"When you make fun of my eyebrow after I've had my henna done." You say, turning to face him, and Pedri holds back a laugh. "It hurts my feelings." You can't hold your laughter after looking at him.

"Okay, second…" You open your mouth pretending to be disappointed by his lack of reaction and interrupt, "Hey, we're still on this. It hurts my feelings."

He turns to you again and speaks with an arched eyebrow. "When you talk like a baby, it gets annoying sometimes."

"Okay, live with it." Pedri lets out a broken laugh and shakes his shoulders. "Okay, live with my chirping then."

"Oh my God, I hate you so much. Tell the second one." You close your face jokingly and he leaves a kiss on your shoulder before continuing.

Pedri straightens his posture. "Doesn't have an inside voice at the gym, I'm trying to help her and I'll everybody starts staring at me in the gym after hearing 'fuck off, Pedri.'" He says with an expression of false anger and you let out a loud laugh after remembering this event.

"It was a one time thing." You try to defend yourself and he raises his arms to express his indignation.

"And it only took one to traumatize me."

You jokingly push him away. "OH MY GOD, this is such a big one." You turn to say it looking into his eyes. "When you call me 'mami' when it's not sexy time." He starts to laugh and you continue, "That's not okay, it's gross." You point to the camera. "It's a turn off."

"Shut up, you literally like it." He tries to defend himself. "Everything I do is a turn off to you." The indignant tone of his voice and the way he rolls his eyes, you can only laugh at the situation. "Anyways, when you tell a story and it's not right."

You open your mouth indignantly and look at the camera while denying with your head. "Like she will literally tell a story like it happened and I'm like that's not how it went." He says as he waves his hands. "Like, that's so annoying. Tell how it is like."

You grimace at the camera. "My 3rd point, he's not mature." You say it with the intention of teasing him and smile when you see his surprised reaction. "I'm 1 year younger than him and I'm more mature than him." You say with a pout. "He acts like he's 5 years old."

He looks at you and lets an indignant laugh escape his lips. "My 3rd point, she always thinks I'm mad at her and that's annoying as fuck." He says this while facing the camera and you let a light slap on his head. "My 4th point…"

You interrupt him and face him with a shocked expression. "What? This is the other thing." You turn to the camera again. "How is he…he literally just got the notebook and just started writing." You make an expression of writing. "I'm sitting there for 20 minutes trying to figure it out. I only have 4 points down and you're going to the 5th." He turns his notebook to the screen to show that there are actually six and makes a fond face while you get even more indignant. "Like, mine are nice. My 4th one is 'you say sorry for no reason'. Like that's so nice and you're over here ripping me up."

You say all this with an angry expression and he stares at you, holding his laughter. "This is why I told you I didn't wanna make the tiktok because now you're gonna be all mad and upset."

"I'm going to break up with him." You point your thumb at him and say it with a serious expression.

Pedri just grabs you and kisses your cheek, "I love you even with all those flaws." He says it in a funny tone of voice.

"I love you too, idiot." You leave a kiss on his mouth and turn to the camera again. "Now you're going to go without sex for a month to see if you can stop fooling around."

Pedri shuts his mouth immediately and stares at you with his expression extremely shocked. "Love, we don't joke about sex."

"Who says I'm joking?" You turn to him with your most serious expression and control yourself not to laugh at his desperate face.

"I'm never recording Tiktok with you again.' He stands up abruptly and walks out of the video with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

papi ~ pedri

summary: pedri and y/n as young parents.

pedri and y/n didn’t expect to have a child on the way at just the age of 19. they were both still so young, so adventurous - they both had their whole lives ahead of them. pedris career was rising by the day and there wasn’t a second to waste.

of course, pedri never really thought of it that way - a baby wouldn’t waste their time - he more or less thought of it as an opportunity for the two of them to get closer. as a way for their relationship to strengthen with a new piece of each of them, a symbol of their love.

he often had those little thoughts about his future, his kids, his family. how his kids would go to his games with his wife. how he would love to dedicate his goals to them. how he would come home after a long morning of training to his adorable family.

and in almost all of those fantasies, he saw y/n. she was his past, his present, and hopefully his future too. there was no doubt he loved her endlessly, and a baby wouldn’t have been too bad. they were young, but more than capable of having and raising a child.

pedri had reassured her of that factor as they sat on their bedroom floor, concerned and anxious for what was to come. he had reassured her that he made enough to provide for them both, they already lived together so he would try to spend as much time with her as possible throughout the pregnancy.

but y/n wasn’t worried about the financial problems or the lonely moments at home. she was terrified for their relationship. would the pregnancy cause a strain in their relationship? would it bring them closer or tear them apart?

it was clear that pedri and y/n both had different views on this unexpected pregnancy. it was a talk that they both needed to have, desperately, which is exactly what they did. they confided in eachother on their bedroom floor, for hours on end.

they spoke about the negatives. the positives. the effects. the hardships. the stress. the money. the time dedicated. the necessities.

eventually the talk turned into something every new couple entering parenthood talked about; the gender of their baby, the names they loved, who would spoil them more, who would love them the most, whose sibling would be more attached to them, whose name they would say first.

the somber looks turned into smiles and giggles, comforting eachother, creating a loving atmosphere around them just as any other healthy couple would’ve done.

•••

that was all a little over a year ago. currently, y/n sat with her little baby girl, mía, facing her on her lap as she played with her small hands. she was now almost 7 months old and absolutely adored pedri.

the chatter of the stadium surrounded the two, the bright lights cascading down on them as the sun painted the sky in a gorgeous mix of orange and pink. the usual hot weather had now chilled, blowing a light breeze through the air.

y/n sat with mikky, frenkie’s girlfriend, as they, along with everybody else, waited for the game to start. y/n thought of mikky as an older sister, being five years older, the latter always looked out for the youngest wag but most importantly she was always there for her, even through her pregnancy. she helped her a lot mentally and emotionally, at times when even pedri had no clue what to do.

she also adored mía, as much as her own parents. she loved taking her away from pedri and y/n sometimes, going shopping with the two girls and spoiling the little one the most.

“mía.” mikky called out to the little one, her finger coming down on her chin, giving it a little tug. mías big brown eyes went from her moms to her aunt mikky, her small lips upturning into a smile at her excited expression.

“¿estás emocionada de que papi juegue?” (are you excited for daddy to play?)

mía only understood one word from that sentence, the one word she’d started saying a few weeks ago and said it non-stop everyday.

“¡papi!” she exclaimed in happiness at the mention of pedri. she was utterly in awe with her father, loved watching him kick around the football in their backyard, loved cuddling up to him on movie nights, loved sitting on his lap wherever they went, loved falling asleep on his chest.

it was as if y/n didn’t even exist when it was just her and her dad; pedri and y/n found that absolutely adorable. she was such a daddy’s girl, she wasn’t even a whole year old yet but her dad was the centre of her universe.

pedri often teased y/n for that. he loved kissing and cuddling with his baby infront of y/n, showing her who their daughter loves the most. y/n often just playfully rolled her eyes, giving pedri a small slap on his arm before cuddling up with the two loves of her life.

“¡sí, papi!” mikky replied, giving mía a tap on her nose and watching as she slightly scrunched it up as a giggle left her mouth. y/n watched the whole encounter with a loving smile plastered on her lips.

her hands held her daughter up on her lap, her little body dressed in the blaugrana jersey with pedris signature number 8 on the back and her name. it was a gift from mikky and frenkie when mía was born, a little big at the time, but now it fit her perfectly and she loved wearing it, loving how she matched with her dad and mom, and practically the rest of the stadium.

when she was born, she seemed to have lots of pedris features along with y/n’s lips. however, as she grew older each month, she started to grow more into her moms features. she had y/n’s long eyelashes, her gorgeous small nose, the chubby cheeks she also had when she was a baby, the same hair colour.

it was ironic how much she looked like her mom, yet completely adored and loved her dad.

mikky noticed the players starting to walk out onto the pitch and she let out a gasp, pointing to the centre as mía curiously followed her finger.

“¡mira!” (look!)

mías tiny hands came up to her mouth when she saw all the boys on the pitch, the expression something she caught onto whilst watching youtube videos. a toothless grin sat on her lips as her brown eyes scanned the grass, looking for her papa.

y/n turned her around on her lap so she could see better. she pointed towards pedri and when mía found what her mother was pointing at, she let out the biggest giggle ever.

“¡papiiii!” she clapped her hands together in excitement.

“sí, bebé, es tu papi.” y/n whispered into her ear, laying a kiss on her chubby cheek, loving the happy and cheery mood her baby was in to watch her dad. pedri took a few seconds to look for his two girls in the stands. when his eyes landed on them both, he gave a smile, waving at them. his grin widened when he saw his little girl trying to stand up in her mothers lap and give him the biggest wave ever.

y/n blew him a kiss which he returned before moving to go stand with his teammates. mía sat back against her mother with a big sigh, as if standing uneasily for five seconds was a huge task for her.

“¿cansanda, mi amor?” (tired, my love?) she whispered into her ear, earning a short babble to which she had no idea the meaning of.

once the game started, mía calmed down a bit. however, her little eyes couldn’t keep up with everything that was happening, she kept losing sight of pedri and she didn’t like how hot it started getting in this crowded area.

at that, she started becoming clingy. she kept turning around on y/n’s lap, touching her hair, grabbing at the strap of her bag. even after y/n put on her favourite youtube videos on her phone for her to watch, mía wasn’t interested. she sat on mikkys lap for a bit, babbling all sorts to her aunt, staring at a few other people sat around them, fiddling with her aunts jewellery before she became fussy again.

y/n took her once more and put her head against her shoulder. perhaps she was just sleepy, it was quite later in the day and she usually falls asleep at this time. y/n cradled her small head onto her shoulder, rubbing soothing circles against her jersey-clad back, whispering sweet nothings into her ear to calm her down.

with how loud it was in the stadium, mía did not care. she could fall asleep anywhere, loud or quiet, probably due to the amount of games y/n went to whilst pregnant, which is why she had the confidence that she could also fall asleep here in her arms; maybe just for a bit to refuel her energy.

in no time mía was sound asleep against her mothers shoulder, peacefully snoring away into her neck. y/n made small conversation with mikky throughout the whole game, talking about anything and everything that came to their minds whilst also keeping an eye on the quiet, sleeping baby in her hold.

the game had finally came to an end, mía having slept through most of it. y/n knew pedri would be coming out in a little bit, after showering and talking with his teammates, so she stayed behind with mikky and a few of the other wags whilst the rest of the stadium started gradually emptying out.

mía, now sensing the change in atmosphere and the low chatter of the people around her, started stirring around in her mothers arms. her little hand came up to rub at her eye as she lifted her head from the snug position on y/n’s shoulder.

she came face to face with her mom and her aunt, confused because that was exactly what she saw before falling asleep. with a pout on her chapped lips and with red cheeks, she turned her head to see the once packed stadium now slightly empty with no players on the pitch.

“ah, buenos días princesa.” (good morning princess.) mikky joked as she smiled at a sleepy looking mía. y/n laughed at her baffled expression, her hand coming up to tame her messy, disheveled hair and rub away the drool on her chin. she looked like she’d just woken up from the best nap of her little life.

“y/n, deberíamos ir ahora. saldrán en cualquier momento.” (we should be going now. they will be coming out at any minute.) mikky told her as she smoothed down her shirt, placing her bag back around her shoulder. y/n nodded and soon they were walking towards the car park, knowing pedri would meet her there.

they had just made it to pedris car when y/n felt mía wiggle in her arms, her raspy voice calling out to her favourite person. “papaaa.”

they both turned to see pedri walking over with a big smile on his face. frenkie, gavi and ferran were not too far behind him, but mías eyes were only on her papi.

her arms started reaching out towards him before he was even halfway there and pedri chuckled at her eagerness, taking her into his arms when he reached the two.

“ay mi niña hermosa. ¿cómo estás?” (oh my beautiful little girl, how are you?) he asked as he pressed lots of little kisses all around her face, his arms caging her in against his freshly showered body.

he only got a babble and a cheery “papi!” in return. her little arms went around his neck as much as they could, her giggling lips meeting his cheek as she pressed a kiss to his skin, or atleast attempted to plant a kiss. he laughed whilst she snuggled into his neck, getting comfortable with his familiar warmth and smell.

pedri leaned forward as he pulled y/n towards him too, his free arm wrapped around her waist and he leaned in for a kiss. she complied, pulling away after a few moments and running a hand over mías back.

“buen juego.” (great game.) she whispered to him, a smile on her face at his awed expression.

“gracias. ¿la señorita mía durmió durante todo esto?” (thank you. did miss mía sleep through it all?) he joked as he went back to stroking her hair, his heart warming at how she cuddled more into him.

“sí, estaba muy quisquillosa, así que pensé que sería mejor si se iba a dormir un rato.” (yes, she was being very fussy so i thought it would be best if she went to sleep for a little.)

“ah vale vale.” (okay okay.)

“mía!” the two turned to see ferran and gavi walking towards them with big grins on their faces. mía, at the sound of her name, lifted her head from pedris shoulder and found her two uncles running towards her.

she slightly screamed in happiness when gavi pinched her cheek and ferran leaned forward to give her a small kiss on the other. she smiled up at her uncles, her hands clapping together once gavi started squishing her chubby cheeks together.

“ay, que linda.” (how cute) ferran stated as he saw the little one trying to push pablos hand away, wrapping her whole fist around his one finger.

y/n and mikky shared a short goodbye as frenkie sat in the car, sharing his goodbyes from the open window. pedri and y/n lowly engaged in conversation whilst mía giggled and messed around with the two players. a few minutes later, they were bidding the little baby farewell with little kisses on her forehead. she gave them each a tiny wave as they walked off after saying goodbye to y/n and pedri too.

“vamos a casa, ¿sí?” (let’s go home, yeah?) he nodded towards the car, his voice tired and drained. y/n nodded and went to sit down as pedri put mía in her car seat. she did fuss around again, whining about wanting to be in her dads arms for a little longer but pedri only shook his head as he promised her he’d cuddle with her at home. after giving her his phone to watch youtube on, he shut the door and went to the drivers side.

¿cómo llega pablo a casa? ¿deberíamos dejarlo?” (how is pablo getting home? should we drop him off?) y/n asked as pedri started the car.

“no, ferran lo llevara a casa.” (ferran will take him home today.)

“vale.” (okay.)

with that, pedri drove back home with his two favourite girls in his car. his hand held his girlfriends warmer one, his heart content and his body relaxed as the loud sound of mía’s favourite youtube channel sounded from the back.

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.

•••

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.

hermanito ~ pedri

summary: y/n’s little brother absolutely adores pedri.

y/n’s little brother, santiago, loves barcelona. he’s only 8 years old, so young yet so talented and he had such an immense passion for the club. he grew up loving barcelona, its history, it’s players, something he shared with his older sister.

he also loved playing football. y/n was always amazed with her little brothers talent. he had so much potential, and y/n only wished the absolute best for him in the future, wishing that his love for the sport never fades or weakens, and he grows up as a role model for other kids.

she was aware of how much shock he would be in when she broke the news to him that she had started dating one of barcelonas current rising stars, pedri. what she wasn’t ready for was for santiago to burst into tears and run into pedris arms.

y/n knew how much santiago loved pedri. as soon as he’d joined the team, santiago never stopped talking about how he wanted to be exactly like him. he looked up to him just as he did for many of barcelona’s older players and y/n loved the passion he held.

y/n, along with her parents, chuckled a little as santiago wrapped his arms around pedris frame, resting his head against his stomach and crying into his shirt. pedri looked to his girlfriend with an awed expression, pouting a little as he leaned down to press a kiss to santiago’s hair and wrap his arms around the little boy.

santiago felt as if he was dreaming. the fact that pedri was stood in his house, his living room, next to his big sister was so ethereal to him. he didn’t know what else to do but cry.

his feet still hurt a little from running about in the garden for hours with his football before his mother had called him in for a surprise. his number 10 jersey clung to his slightly sweaty body and he was still trying to catch his breath but he felt it being knocked out of him again.

one of his favourite players was stood right infront of him. he couldn’t feel anymore emotional as he pulled away and rubbed the tears away from his face.

he looked up at the player as pedri gave him a small smile back and put his hand up for a high-five.

“hola, santiago.”

from that moment on, santiago talked about pedri non-stop. he would always ask y/n when he’s coming over, when his next match is, whether he can go to training with him, whether he can go for a drive with him in his car, whether he can sleep over, whether they can all watch a movie together.

y/n adored their relationship. she loved how gentle pedri was with her baby brother, how much he loved him like he was his own little sibling.

she loved watching them pass the football around in the backyard, teaching him the secrets of playing. she loved taking pictures of santiago and pedri, keeping her favourite ones as her lock screen. her two favourite boys, her loves.

she couldn’t be anymore thankful for having pedri in her life as well as santiago’s.

however, there was no surprise that their breakup hit santiago the most. he was devastated, sad, angry, heartbroken, it was if he went through it himself. y/n understood how he felt.

he looked up to pedri. he was like a big brother to him.

so when he stopped coming over, stopped calling, stopped taking santi for drives around town, the little boy was confused and hurt. when he found out that it was because y/n and pedri broke up, he didn’t know what to do but argue.

the boy had a temper in him, that was obvious to anyone who spent longer than an hour with him. ofcourse, he started asking questions about their split. why did they break up? why dont they just meet up and talk it out?

y/n tried to calmly explain the situation to him, in an easy way for him to understand, for him to not feel angry towards pedri, towards y/n, towards himself. it took time but eventually she got him to calm down, though it didn’t help how heartbroken she felt seeing him so low for weeks after.

she hated watching her baby brother kick the ball around the backyard by himself. she offered to play with him many times but he’d just shake his head and continue. when she’d pick him up from his weekly football club, he wouldn’t ramble on and on about his day as he usually did. there would be short sentences, short smiles, short hugs.

he didn’t go to any of barcelonas games after that either. she would watch the matches on the tv with him, making a few comments here and there to get him to talk but she’d receive the usual minimal answers from him.

she knew santiago wasn’t angry with her. he was just sad. sad that pedri wasn’t in their lives anymore. sad that he probably wouldn’t see him again, play with him, hug him - his big brother.

he took time getting used to not having him around anymore, after a year and a half of seeing him almost everyday.

•••

it was a few weeks after santiago’s 9th birthday when y/n walked into his bedroom with a grin on her face. she had a brand new blaugrana jersey in her hands as she walked in to see him playing on his ipad.

“vamos, santi.” (let’s go santi) the boy turned, confused, to see her holding a jersey.

“¿qué? ¿dónde?” (what? where?) he sat up.

“compré entradas para el partido del barça.” (i bought us tickets for the barça match)

she watched as santiago’s eyes widened and he immediately jumped up from his bed. her heart melted and her smile wavered as he jumped to wrap her in a big hug and she wasted no time hugging him back. this was the first proper hug they’d shared in quite a long time, one where santiago willingly wrapped his arms around her.

y/n knew in that moment that everything between them would be okay. she knew all it took was a little bravery for her brother, a little motivation for her to be able to see pedri again, to go to the matches.

she didn’t want to think about pedri right now. she was only doing this for santi, because he’d been so down, so unhappy that he wasn’t able to watch his favourite team at camp nou as he usually did.

but how could she not think about pedri when it was him who was fueling a spark of excitement in her brother. santi was happy because he’d also get to see pedri play again, not just from a screen.

y/n slightly pulled back to show him the jersey. she held it up, the bright number 8 and santiagos name at the top glistened along with the vivid colours of blue and red.

santiago gasped and grabbed the jersey from her hold, examining the beauty of it before hugging her once more, whispering repetitive ‘thank yous’ into her shoulder.

y/n happily smiled, glad to see her brother so lively again.

•••

the match had ended and barcelona had won. santiago was as happy as he’d ever been in his life. he cheered at the top of his lungs as if this was his last match. when he entered he took everything in as if he’d come back from a long break.

when he saw the players coming on, he looked to his older sister, seeing her biting her lip as she looked around the stadium. it was as if she was trying to not make eye contact with any of the players. they were sat so close to the pitch, she knew none of them would actually look over here, but she didn’t wanna know what would happen if they did.

instead, y/n took pictures of her little brother, wanting to cherish this moment forever. his new jersey looked so adorable on him, she made a mental note to get him one in all the different barcelona jerseys.

as they were walking out, y/n ran into mikky, frenkies girlfriend. mikky obviously stopped to talk to her, how could she not? the two were so close whilst y/n was still dating pedri. they would always sit with eachother, talk, laugh, but they were also friends outside of the stadium.

y/n didn’t tell anyone she was going to be at the match, wanting it to be just her and santiago, but that did not counteract the surprise that fell onto mikkys face. they started a conversation and y/n felt content that they were able to comfortably start off as if they never even stopped talking.

after conversing for atleast five minutes, mikky got a message from frenkie saying he was waiting in the car. y/n knew that was her queue to leave so she looked down at where santiago still held onto her hand, and looked back up at her friend.

when mikky insisted that the two come with her, to greet frenkie, maybe if some of the other players were there too she could meet them again. y/n refused, knowing how awkward it would be. maybe not for santiago, since some of pedris teammates already loved him, he was practically their biggest fan.

but it would be awkward for her, especially since their breakup.

y/n told mikky that exact reason but she only shrugged it off as an excuse and insisted once again. the younger girl was about to refuse one last time when she felt her brother tug on her hand. she looked down and santi held a hopeful look on his face.

he wanted to meet them all again.

“por favor y/n. sólo esta vez.” (please, y/n, just this once) he held that expectant look in his eyes as he stared up at her. she couldn’t say no to him so she nodded and walked with mikky towards the private parking lot.

frenkie was stood by his car, talking with ferran and ansu. the two greeted them all with smiles and hugs. when ferran and ansu saw santiago, their own eyes widened and they didn’t stop the little boy from shyly hugging them all.

after talking with frenkie and mikky for a bit, y/n bid them both goodbye before falling into conversation with ansu. ferran had also left, leaving santiago to patiently stand next to his sister as he calmly waited for pedri to come out. he recognised his car parked a few feet away from him and was hoping for him to come, knowing he would.

y/n was getting ready to end her conversation with ansu, knowing he must be tired too and wanting to go home. however, she felt her heart rate pick up when she heard santiago call out for his favourite player.

“¡pedriiii!”

she turned to see him running towards pedri, who stood with a surprised look on his face. stunned, he opened his arms and welcomed the little boy into them with a huge smile on his face.

pedri didn’t want to admit how much he’d missed santiago, as well as y/n. he thought of the two on a daily, wondering what they were doing, wondering what they could’ve been doing if the breakup had never happened, wondering what went wrong.

that year and a half was the most blessed of his life and he would do anything to go back and continue living his life like that.

pedri rubbed santiago’s back as he tightly wrapped his arms around his neck, resting his head on the player’s shoulder in content. santiago felt comfortable in his arms, happy, calm.

“hola, santi.” he said into his ear.

“te extrañé pedri.” (i missed you pedri) his voice sounded sad, as if he was on the verge of tears.

“yo también, hermanito.” (me too, little brother)

pedri looked up to see y/n stood watching the two. he had noticed ansu talking with her before, but now she stood alone, with a relieved smile on her pretty lips.

the oxygen seemed to have left his system as his gaze met hers and he felt as though she was thanking him with her eyes. thanking him for being such a huge figure in her brothers life, for bringing him so much happiness.

y/n’s heart was beating in her ears as she watched them interact. they shared small words to eachother while they walked towards her, her eyes taking in the big smile on pedris lips and the adoration in his eyes as he looked at the two of them.

a sibling type of adoration for santi, and a lovers type of adoration for y/n.

when he reached her, pedri shot her a smile and greeted her. his fingers clamped shut in his pocket, aching to reach forward and caress her cheek, rub his thumb under her eye as he usually did, push the fallen hair away from her face.

santiago watched as his two favourite people interacted with eachother again. it was like a movie he’d seen before, a long time ago. something he was so used to seeing everyday but still felt foreign to.

the love that radiated off of the pair months and months ago still lingered in the air, and santiago could feel it. he was so young but he clearly knew better than both of them and that was something he found amusing.

he watched, on the verge of a loud laugh, as they both shyly exchanged minimal words. pedri stared at her as if he’d never seen someone so beautiful, and y/n gazed at him with longing in her eyes.

when she lowly laughed at something pedri said, santi watched his sisters eyes sparkle. he’d never seen her look at someone like that before, so infatuated and in love.

“¡sigo aquí! ¡deja de coquetear!” (i’m still here! stop flirting!) they both turned to look at the kid, blush tinting both of their cheeks.

“lo siento, santi, deberíamos ir.” (sorry, santi, we should go now)

pedri instantly turned to her, “¿muy pronto?” (so soon?)

“si, se hace tarde pedro. deberiamos irnos.” (yeah, it is getting late, pedro. we should go.)

a sense of panic immediately set in his stomach. he’d finally met her again, talked to her again, had the opportunity to gaze at her again. he didn’t want to let it go so quickly.

“¿quieres que te deje en casa?” (do you want me to drop you off at home?)

she shook her head, “conduje hasta aquí.” (i drove here)

“vale.” (okay) he didn’t know what to say next. he was contemplating between still asking if they wanted to go for dinner, go for a drive, meet up tomorrow - anything for him to be able to see her again, talk to her again.

he’d missed doing that. hell, he longed for it.

however, it seems santiago had other plans as he stepped towards pedri with a cheeky smile on his face.

“quiero ir con pedri en su coche. por favor, y/n.” (i want to go with pedri in his car, please y/n) santi looked up at her with pleading eyes. pedri chuckled and tilted his head towards santi, silently encouraging y/n to agree.

she looked at her brother with raised brows, contemplating her decision. there wasn’t much to think about though, she trusted pedri fully.

she agreed with a nod of her head and a smile fell on her face when santiago cheered and ran over to pedris car, ready to get himself comfortable. pedri snickered at the little boys cheerful behaviour before turning back to y/n, his eyes falling once again on her gorgeous features.

tone hesitant yet calming, he asked if she wanted to join them. “pero mi coche está aquí.” (but my car is here) she reasoned.

he shook his head, “podemos volver a por ella después.” (we can come back for it after)

y/n’s heart rate zoomed to the next level at his sincere expression. she took in his handsome features, so sharp yet so smooth. she thought back to when she had the pleasure of staring at him for hours on end, touching and kissing his every feature, caressing his soft skin.

the pink tint to her cheeks darkened. she shook off the past thoughts and gave pedri a little nod. he grinned and led her to his car with a hand on the small of her back. he opened the door for her, a gesture he did every single time they went out and still clung onto.

after he shut her door, pedri giddily walked over to the drivers side. he couldn’t hold the big grin back as it stretched accross his lips, his heart beating with much more force, something that happened everytime y/n was around.

he had two of his most loved people in his life, ready to go for a drive to wherever they desired.

he’d been blessed one more time.

mini champion ~ pedri

summary: pedri and y/n attend santiago’s first match.

here’s more of santiago and pedri, since you all seemed to really love the last one ;))

“¿recuerdas cómo practicamos?” (remember how we practiced?) santiago nods his head in return to pedris statement as he takes a deep breath. pedris hands rub themselves gently up and down santiago’s arms, comforting yet motivating him.

“que no cunda el pánico, santi. tu hermana y yo estamos ahí sentados. ¡te estaremos apoyando!” (do not panic, santi. your sister and i are sat right there. we will be supporting you! )

that put a little smile on santiago’s face. he threw a look in his sisters direction to see her wave at him with a big, encouraging smile coating her lips. the boy gave her a wave back.

he turned to pedri, “gracias pedri.” (thank you pedri)

“buena suerte, hermanito.” (good luck, little brother)

today was santiago’s first actual match with his football club. they were going up against the other training club in real madrid and santiago couldn’t be any more nervous. it was like a mini el clásico for the youngsters in the training clubs.

santiago could not stop talking about it all week, ever since he found out about it. whenever pedri came over, santiago insisted that they play some football, get him ready for his mini match, something he was really excited yet nervous for.

of course pedri agreed, wanting his little brother to be the best he could be. he mostly just let santi take the upper hand, and pedri helped him where he thought he may need it.

this upcoming match meant a lot to santi so it automatically meant a lot to y/n and pedri too. everyday they reminded him that they would both be there, sat in the first row especially for him.

pedri and y/n were santiagos biggest supporters and one look at the two in the crowd was all the motivation that the little boy needed to be able to walk out onto the pitch with his team.

soon the match had started and cheers of friends and family erupted within the pitch. it was a quick and easy start as all the players were so energetic in the first fifteen minutes. they were all kids with so much potential, but santiago stuck out the most to pedri and y/n.

the young couple kept their eyes on him. he was playing so well. his pace was perfect as well as his passing and communication with his teammates. all the little tips and tricks pedri told him whilst playing in their backyard had now been visualised through his performance.

it was just over fifteen minutes when majority of the crowd erupted with cheers and claps at the opening goal for barcelona. y/n and pedri both stood up from their seats, loud cheers leaving their smiling lips as they saw santiago hug his teammates with the biggest smile on his face.

he turned to y/n and pedri, blowing them each a kiss and waving at them. y/n felt her eyes start to water with the amount of happiness engulfing her right now. she couldn’t feel anymore joy and pride as she watched her little brother laugh and high-five his friends at the incredible goal he just scored.

he was in his element. if he was happy, giddy and cheerful, then so was she. pedri turned to his girlfriend, his lips pulled into a beaming grin, to talk about santiago’s goal when he saw her wiping the corners of her eyes.

“¿lagrimas de felicidad?” (happy tears?) pedri teasingly asked, nudging his shoulder with hers. y/n chuckled and nodded her head, taking a deep breath.

“cariño, no llores. santi es un gran jugador, es muy joven pero llegará muy lejos en el futuro.” (oh, darling. don’t cry. santi is a great player, he is very young but he will go many places in the future!) he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“lo sé, pero me alegro mucho por él.” (i know but i’m just so happy for him) y/n replied. pedri grabbed her hand and intertwined his cool fingers with her warm ones. he brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles whilst staring into her tear-stained eyes.

“yo también.” (me too)

her eyes were locked onto his and perhaps it was the overload of different emotions that made her speak up. “gracias por entrar en su vida, pedro. le has ayudado mucho.” (thank you for coming into his life, pedro. you helped him a lot)

“no,” pedri shook his head in objection. he had a playful smile on his lips. “lo tuvo todo el tiempo, y/n. no he cambiado nada.” (he had it in him all along, y/n. i didn’t change anything)

“sí. estoy orgulloso de el.” (yeah. i’m proud of him) y/n stated, letting out a breath of relief. pedri nodded his head, mumbling a small agreement, and they both turned back to the pitch.

soon, the match had ended and barcelona had won. santiago had scored two goals and assisted with one and the sparkling beam on his face as he came out had definitely been the biggest smile that y/n had ever seen.

she took about a thousand pictures as he was given his medal and his team were presented with their trophy.

when they were done and it was time to go, santiago immediately ran over to y/n, who opened her arms to welcome her giddy brother in her embrace.

“¡campeones!” (champions!) santiago laughed as she ruffled his hair and pressed a big, hard kiss to his head.

“¡felicidades, santi! ¡has jugado increíble!” (congratulations, santi! you played amazing!)

“gracias, y/n.” santiago then turned to pedri and leaped into his open arms too. the older boy ran a hand up and down his back and y/n’s heart warmed at both of their expressions. she stared at the two in complete awe.

she knew how much it meant to santiago that pedri came. she knew he wanted to impress him, and although she was aware pedri could never be disappointed with sanitago, she didn’t want to ruin his mood.

having one of fc barcelonas current great players sat in the audience, no matter how close he was to him, would’ve been nerve-racking for anyone. so, she loved how consistently concentrated he stayed throughout the game.

“¡vamos campeón! ¡estuviste increíble ahí fuera!” (let’s go champion! you were amazing out there!) pedri cheered making the little boy giggle. they both pulled away and as the three of them started making their way to pedris car, santiago could not stop talking about the match.

just a week ago he was conversing about his thoughts for the match and how thrilled he was. now, a week later, as a mini champion, the joy couldn’t be wiped off of his face. this was just the beginning for him and y/n was excited to see more of moments like these in his upcoming ages.

the two actively listened to his rambling, not wanting to interject the fact that they were watching the match too.

he was in a spectacular mood and they did not want to ruin that for him.

more santiago and pedri pleasee? 🥹

maybe a movie night or a bday party or something ?

thanksss🫶🏼

movie nights ~ pedri

summary: santiago’s first movie night with his two favourite people.

more to this mini series can be found on my masterlist :))

when santiago suggested the idea of a movie night with pedri, y/n was skeptical. she knew how busy her boyfriends schedule was and she didn’t want to bother him. hell, even her own schedule was hectic, with classes, and extra classes on top of that, and going to the gym.

sometimes she couldn’t even work out a time where even her and pedri were free for a little date night. however, it just so happened that her little brother had worked out some time for her.

she didn’t even know how smart this little boy was until she was explaining her whole day to him and he was practically pulling free time out of nowhere. no matter what excuse she threw at him, he shook his head and found a way, which honestly was quite surprising for a kid who spent most of his day either kicking a ball around or playing on his ipad.

in the end, y/n reluctantly found that she couldn’t say no to his big eyes and adorable, hopeful smile. he held the remote to the tv in his hand, already comfy in his sweatpants and hoodie, so she agreed and called pedri over.

santiago was so happy. pedri had stayed over lots of times before, but majority of those times had been in his sisters bedroom doing whatever the hell grown-ups did. he was still relatively new to their relationship, albeit very comfortable with it, he felt a different sort of connection with pedri.

he was like an older brother to him and he wanted to spend as much time with him as he could.

santiago opened up the movie he’d been wanting to watch as he waited. he had also grabbed the biggest blanket in the house and set it down on the couch, already comfortably sitting between it.

it wasn’t long till pedri got there, and the little boy greeted him with the biggest hug and most excited smile ever. pedri couldn’t hold back his own smile due to how contagious the younger ones was.

overtime, pedri had come to realise the little soft spot he had for santiago.

he thought of him as a younger brother, even though he had only known him for a few months so far. he loved his passion for football, just like him, how excited he got at any opportunity to play or talk about or watch football. he also loved the immense respect he held for his family. being the youngest in the family also, pedri adored how well-mannered and respectful the little boy was.

“pedri!!! im so excited you came!” santiago pulled away from the hug and looked up at him with a grin.

“how could i say no to you, hm?” pedri pinched his cheek. he took his shoes off and allowed santiago to pull him into the living room where the lights had been dimmed and the couch had been fluffled to the brim with pillows and one large blanket.

“wow, you did all this, santi?”

the boy gave a proud grin in return and jumped down in the middle of the couch. he patted the space next to him and pedri happily took the seat.

his arm landed around the back of the couch whilst santiago grabbed the remote. instantly, pedris eyebrows slightly furrowed at the empty seat next to santi, starting to wonder where his girlfriend was.

“dónde está y/n?” (where is y/n?)

“aquí.” (here.) y/n walked into the living room with some snacks in her hand and a big bowl of popcorn in the other. she shot pedri a warm smile, one which he immediately reciprocated at the sight of her.

she placed the stuff down on the coffee table infront of them before leaning forward to plant a kiss on pedris lips. the older boy hummed into the peck, lips chasing hers as soon as she pulled away. y/n gave him a little look as if to say later, before turning to santi and running a hand over his hair.

“santi, you picked the movie?”

he nodded in response.

“you didn’t bring the drinks, did you?”

he shook his head, looking back up at his big sister with an innocent pout on his lips. “lo siento, y/n. i forgot.”

y/n ruffled his hair playfully, “it’s okay. i’ll bring them. you start the movie.”

santiago only faced forward again. he didn’t want to start it yet and therefore waited until his sister was back with the drinks and comfortably settled in next to him, before pressing play.

•••

it was about half an hour into the movie and pedri couldn’t help the hand that started wandering towards his girlfriend over the back of the couch.

she was sat so close yet so far, santiago being between the two, and his hands just itched to touch any part of her warm skin. he practically couldn’t sit still.

his fingers reached her shoulder and he started playing with the strap of her top. it was an unconscious act, something he didn’t pay any mind to as his fingers fiddled with the string. y/n couldn’t help the hot blush that started flooding her cheeks at his little action.

normally she wouldn’t mind when he started toying with any part of her clothes or hair, but the fact that, even whilst her little brother was sat between them, he still had to be touching some part of her, made her heart flutter.

y/n didn’t stop her hand when it reached up to his hand on her shoulder, before she could even think about it. her index finger made contact with his and she slowly let her fingers intertwine with his own.

pedri let her. both their eyes stayed focused on the tv infront of them, yet their hands rested interlocked on y/n’s shoulder, pedri brushing his thumb in little circles over her skin. santiago had also cuddled up to pedri, loving the warmth that surrounded him between two of his favourite people.

pedri had smiled at him, looking down at him with such adoration in his eyes as his other hand rested on his little body.

santi couldn’t deny he was loving every second of this; the atmosphere, the warmth, the love. he didn’t want it to end. he’d finally gotten his way and he knew he would definetely be having many more movie nights in the future.

santi having a little crush on a girl at school & asking pedri for advice and he tells her what he did to get y/n 🫶🏼

my advice to you.. ~ pedri

summary: santiago has a little crush so pedri gives him some advice.

when pedri drove y/n over to santiago’s school to pick him up one day, the flustered little look on the boys face didn’t go unnoticed by pedri. whilst y/n was on her phone, he had seen the little interaction santiago had with the another girl by the school entrance.

he watched, smirking slightly, as santiago and the little girl smiled at eachother as a way to bid eachother goodbye before he started walking towards pedri’s car.

obviously, since y/n was sat right next to him, he chose not to say anything, not wanting to embarrass santiago infront of his sister. he decided he’ll ask him when y/n is out of the car for a few minutes, which is why he started driving towards one of her favourite take out places.

y/n smiled at santi and started asking him about how his day was, what he did in his lessons, what he did at lunch, and his answer was clearly expected: played football.

“of course you did.” y/n laughed, turning forward again.

“did you win?” pedri sneakily asked, looking at him through the rearview mirror. santi immediately started cheering, spitting out profanities of “ofcourse we did!” “there was only 3 of us against 4!” “the other guys were too slow.”

y/n and pedri listened as they always did, chuckling here and there as santiago started another one of his little anecdotes about something that happened at school.

after a few minutes of silence, y/n noticed the different route they were taking home. she looked at pedri confused, “adónde vamos?” (where are we going?)

“i thought that since it’s a friday, we could all have some take out together.” pedri replied. he grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers and pulling them onto his lap.

he started to rub his thumb against hers gently, knowing she wouldn’t agree but still attempting to endear her in some way. y/n was about to protest against it before pedri brought their joined hands up to his lips to kiss her soft skin.

whatever words she had in her mouth died down as she watched his affection, knowing he had won.

“fine, okay.” she sighed, relaxing in her seat and tightening her hand in his.

they pulled up to the store in no time, but the long line at the drive-thru did not go unnoticed by both of them. pedri groaned, even though he knew he wouldn’t go to the drive-thru anyway, and started pulling into one of the free parking spaces.

he turned the car off and turned to his girlfriend. his lips were pulled into a little pout and his eyes intently stared at her, and y/n knew that look all too well.

“you know our orders, bebé.”

y/n looked at him with raised brows, her look one of seriousness. she stared at him for a few seconds longer before she couldn’t help but chuckle.

“fine, i’ll go in. stay here, i’ll be quick.”

“thank you, y/n!!” santi cheered from the back and y/n sent him a little playful shake of her head.

she grabbed her bag and opened the door before pedri stopped her. “wait, here. take my card.”

“no, pepi, it’s okay. it’s on me.”

“no, no, por favor. take it. on me.” he insisted, passing her his card.

“bebé-”

“don’t ‘bebé’ me. take it, y/n.” she sighed and shook her head with a chuckle. she took the card and closed the door not before giving him a little look as if to say ‘you didn’t have to’. pedri just shrugged his shoulder and blew her a kiss.

when he saw that she walked off, he instantly turned around in his seat to face the kid in the back.

“santi.”

“sí, pedri?”

“we need to talk.”

“about?” he shot the older boy a confused look.

“about you and that girl.”

“qué?”

“the girl you were talking to outside the gate, just now.” he watched as santiago’s reaction turned to one of realisation and he instantly smiled.

“oh, her name is maría.”

“that’s a pretty name.” santi nodded in agreement.

“is she your friend?” santi nodded again.

“what’s she like?”

“she’s so nice! she even shared some of her food with me at lunchtime and she even wanted to watch me play football!” pedri watched the happy look on santis face when talking about this new friend of his and he couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“do you like her?”

“sííí! she’s very nice and pretty as well.” the ten year old smiled.

“do you have a little crush on her?” pedri asked cheekily. he had a big smile on his face, trying to test the waters of what his answer would be.

“no..” santi looked away and pedri started laughing out loud at his little blushed expression.

“ay, santi. it’s okay if you do. no need to be embarrassed.” the boy looked at pedri again and he sighed a little.

“pedri you can’t tell y/n!!”

“i won’t! i won’t, i promise.”

“okay.. maybe i have a little crush on her.” he said lowly.

“lo siento, no escuché lo que dijiste..” (sorry, i didn’t hear what you said..) pedri teased him.

“¡pedri! no me hagas repetirlo.” (pedri! don’t make me repeat it!) he hid his blushing face in his hands.

“no no, okay. lo siento.” he tried to hold in his laugh as he reached forward to pull his hands away from his face.

“no need to be embarrassed! i had a crush on your sister once too.”

“you don’t have a crush on y/n anymore?” santiago asked, brows furrowed in confusion and instant worry.

“no, because now she is my girlfriend.”

“but you don’t like her anymore? that’s what a crush is, isn’t it, pedri?” santiago looked even more confused and pedri just thought of how innocent this little boy really is.

he warmly smiled at him, “y/n will be my forever crush because i love her. i will always like her but i love her too. sigues confundido, santi?” (are you still confused?)

“comprendo.” (i understand.)

pedri nodded, “i had a crush on her when i saw her at one of my matches. i thought she was so beautiful and i really wanted to talk to her. so i went up to her at the end of the match and asked for her name and her number and then we started talking.”

santi listened along carefully. “i remember when you came to my house for the first time, pedri!”

the older boy laughed. “sí, i remember it too. you cried so much we all got worried!” santiago laughed in response.

“y/n looks so happy when she is with you.”

“sí, bueno, i am always happy with her too. it’s because she loves me and i love her. we both had crushes on eachother and then when we started talking, we wanted to not have crushes and to make it into an actual relationship.”

“that was so long ago!”

“jajaja, sí, fue hace casi dos años.” (yes, it was almost two years ago.)

“what should i say to maría?”

“you are still very young, santi, but i think you should make a very nice friendship with maría. as you grow older, you will start to realise more about your feelings.” he raised his brows at him, and santi nodded.

“but for now, be a good little gentleman! be nice to her, stick up for her, be a good friend to her. she will start to like you too.”

“really?”

“sí, build a good friendship with her just like me and y/n. she is my girlfriend but she is also my bestfriend. whenever i want to talk or i need some support, i go to my bestfriend.”

“will you be her husband too, pedri?” santiago asked with a little smile on his face and pedri immediately started blushing a little.

“just between me and you, santi, i hope i am her husband one day.” he laughed.

“me too!! you will be my actual big brother!”

“one day. now, let’s quiet down because i see your sister coming.” he gestured him to be quiet with a finger to his lips and santi mirrored his actions with a giggle.

just then, y/n opened the door and got in with two bags full of food. santiago cheered to himself as she placed the bags on the seat next to him in the back.

“here’s your card.” she handed pedri his card back and he looked at her as if asking her if she used it.

“nope, i told you it’s on me.”

“y/n..”

“shhh.” she cupped his cheek, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his other cheek. she kissed him briefly before leaning back, “i’m starving, let’s go home.”

pedri being with y/ns family at an event and him just loving the way y/n interacts and talks to everyone, having santi all cuddled up next to him making him wanna start a family with her

admire you ~ pedri

summary: when watching y/n interact with her newborn niece, pedri can’t deny the feeling he gets of wanting to start his own family with her.

“¡no se dijeron nada más!” (they didn’t say anything else to each other!) santiago murmured to pedri, who sat next to him on the couch at his uncles house. the rest of the family was out in the backyard, whilst most of the kids huddled up in the living room to watch tv - pedri, weirdly, being one of them.

“that wouldve been close!” pedri replied back, the hint of a smile creeping up onto his lips.

“sííí! but i think she knows anyway, pedri. y/n was smiling at me in the car after.”

“it’s okay, she wouldn’t mind. maría is a nice girl, you’re great friends with her.” pedri said, recalling the information santi told him about his sister meeting with the girl in his class, maría, who pedri figured out is santiago’s little school crush. according to santi, y/n had seen them talking so she had walked over and said hello to maría.

pedri had laughed, loving the way santiago got so worked up and stressed over one little greeting between his sister and his crush. it was quite humorous, he was still so young and innocent and pedri couldn’t help pinching his cheek.

as if she knew they were talking about her, y/n walked into the living room in that moment. pedri, chuckling at something santiago had again worriedly whispered to him, looked up and he found himself sitting up in his seat when he saw her holding a little baby in her arms.

that must be her new niece, her cousins newborn that y/n was telling him about at home. he recalled y/n being so excited to meet her since she couldn’t see her cousin at the hospital when she gave birth.

pedri noticed the adorable smile on her rosy lips as she stared down at the bundle of blankets in her arms.

y/n briefly looked up to see her two boys sitting on one couch so she carefully made her way over. santi, watching his older sisters steps, moved to the other end of the couch so she could take a seat in the middle and he could comfortably look at the new addition to their family.

y/n sent pedri a cute smile as she sat down. pedri returned it casually, yet his heart was beating at 120 miles per hour at just the sight that he was taking in: his gorgeous girl with a beautiful little baby in her arms.

his hand came up to rest against her back and pedri and santi both leaned over y/ns shoulder to look down at the new baby girl.

“se llama adella.” (her name is adella) y/n stated, cooing down at the tiny bundle in her arms.

santi reached a hand up to softly stroke against her head, his fingers twitching as he tried to be as gentle as he could be, “es tan pequeña y bonita.” (she’s so small and pretty)

“sí, lo es.” (yes, she is)

santi retracted his hand and sent his new niece a tiny smile, “puedo cogerla?” (can i hold her?)

“have you said hello to ana yet?” y/n replied, referring to their cousin.

when santi shook his head, y/n nodded for him to go. “go greet her first, she’s been in a lot of pain these last few weeks, i think she will be very happy to see you.”

the ten year old nodded, “then can i hold her?”

when his sister nodded in response, he ran off to find his older cousin sister, leaving y/n and pedri alone in the living room - many of the other kids had ran off too. y/n turned to her boyfriend, noticing his silence only to see him staring intently at the baby.

she instantly knew the look in his eyes, the same look he stared at her with everyday, the same look he possessed when he was with santi, when he was with his family. the look of love and adoration.

y/n slowly rocked the baby in her arms, keeping her hands in a steady position as she tried to keep the newborn asleep. pedri stared at her actions, wondering how she knew what to do so well, how she was so good at this.

“what’s up?” she gently reached forward and nudged his shoulder with hers. when pedris eyes looked up to hers, his heart exploded with warmth and love and in that moment he knew all he wanted in life was her. he knew she was the one for him, to love, cherish, start a family with.

he couldn’t help when his face leaned forward and he planted a long, loving kiss on her warm cheek. he could feel her smile against his lips and he pecked the skin again.

“what was that for?” y/n sweetly smiled at him, his face so close to her she could feel his breaths intermingling with hers.

“nothing, i just love you.”

“don’t tell me you’re getting all sentimental just because i have a baby in my arms?” she joked, knowing that look all too well. she knew what a big heart he had, how much of a softie he really was at heart and she just knew his thoughts and feelings in this moment.

of course she knew, she could read him like the back of her hand, like an open book.

“of course not. that would be stupid.” he shrugged.

when she raised her brows at him is when he cracked a smile. his eyes lit up and his body crowded with heat, the warmth being displayed on his cheeks in a rosy colour.

his head fell onto her shoulder and he suddenly felt so giddy, high on serotonin, high on love. pedris brown eyes ran over the newborn in his girls arms, watching as she slightly babbled in her sleep, he observed her tiny hands with her tiny nails clustered in a fist and he couldn’t wait till it was his turn.

till this would be his baby in her hold, their baby. a symbol of their love.

“you just look so good with a baby in your arms. makes me look forward to our future.”

y/n smiled at him in awe, kissing his temple and enjoying the hand that he was smoothly rubbing up and down her back. she couldn’t wait either, for all the care and love and support that he would shower her in as she lay with her pregnant belly, swollen with their child, the way he would be so gentle with her, the way he would talk to her stomach, caress it.

he would be the best father ever, she just knew it.

but she also knew that now wasn’t the right time. their time would come eventually, and she would patiently be looking forward to it.

but right now, she savoured this look of tenderness in her boy’s eyes. the look she adored so much.

“me too. you’d be the best papi.” she playfully lifted her shoulder, making his head jump against her.

he chuckled, “you’d be the best mami.”

his hand carefully stroked against adella’s forehead. he watched as she stirred whilst his finger ran down the side of her warm little cheek and her small, button nose. pedris finger then returned to his lap and he turned his head to stare at his girl once more.

“and you’d be the most beautiful mami ever.”

I saw this on Tiktok and instantly thought of santiago and pedri, please write something short and fluffy on this 😭

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeRcB7cm/

solace ~ pedri

summary: in an eight hour road trip with her little brother and her boyfriend, y/n seems to find some solace where many would find frustration.

when y/ns parents suggested going on a road trip to granada to meet her grandparents for the weekend, y/n couldn’t be anymore excited. she loved her grandparents, as cheerful and kind as they could be. they treated her and santiago with the utmost love and affection and the two returned that with immense respect.

pedri had yet to meet y/ns grandparents. she just knew that they would wholeheartedly adore pedri as much as she and santiago did, which is why she thought of bringing him along. pedri didn’t mind as he didn’t have much planned for the weekend other than training, which he was able to take off with much convincing.

the thought of an eight hour drive sounded extremely boring but the three in the back seemed to make it all the more fun - y/n sat in the middle as santiago and pedri sat on each side of her.

their trip started off well - the all conversed with each other and talked about anything that came to mind. y/ns father had also joined the conversation, occasionally cracking a few jokes here and there. santiago was telling a few of his weird school stories again, which his family had no choice but to laugh along and ignore how the little boy loved telling the same stories over and over, without realisation.

pedri found that extremely humorous and adorable - the smile on the ten year olds face made it all the more worthy.

when the second hour hit, the excitement in the atmosphere in the car had started to die down. pedri and y/n shared a pair of airpods as they both watched videos on her phone, his head on her shoulder and his arm resting around her back. y/ns parents were in their own world whilst santiago played around on his ipad.

the low hum of the radio played in the background, filling the car with its usual play of spanish songs. the beating sun filtered through the tinted windows, splashing itself onto everyone. the warm heat of it was comforting and y/n could feel the tiredness starting to spark within her.

it was hour three and the sun had finally started to settle for the day. its dying embers painted the sky in a mixture of pink and yellow, y/n took a few pictures of the beautiful sunset view over pedris body before relaxing further into her seat. his hand returned to intertwine with hers as her head rested itself on his shoulder.

she bent her leg up onto the seat to be more comfortable but the feeling of pedris warm hands on her arms and waist was enough to lull her off into sleep. she could still hear the faint play of the radio and the partial silence in the car was comforting accompanied with the sound of santiago silently praising himself every ten seconds whilst playing his game.

“go to sleep.” pedri had whispered in her ear, kissing her temple as he watched her eyes start to flutter.

she fell asleep in her boyfriends hold, her one hand curled around his bicep whilst the other one held his hand, fingers intertwined and heart content.

it was around two hours later when y/n had woken up. it was hour five of the road trip and also completely dark outside. her head slightly hurt as she lifted it off the headrest of the seat, and felt a cramp starting to form from sleeping in that one position for so long.

her body slightly ached but she felt so much more refreshed from the fatigue that had circulated her body all day. one of the small blankets was draped over her body and when she moved, the cold instantly slapped against her skin.

she reached for the hoodie that pedri had given her before the trip, wanting nothing more than to cuddle into the warmth and familiarity that his clothing engulfed her with. she sighed in satisfaction when his scent invaded her senses.

“you’re awake.” santiago said with a tired smile on his face.

it was evident that he’d been playing on his ipad the whole time she was asleep, from the darkness under his eyes where he’d been rubbing them to the ruffle of his hair.

“yes and now you should sleep. you look tired, santi.” she raised her brows at him and the little boy nodded as he finished the fruit snack he was having.

y/n then looked over at her other boy to see him on his phone, or rather attempting to be. she chuckled as she saw his head drooping where it rested on his palm, his eyes were shut, and she knew he was just ‘resting’ them.

she also knew that he was refusing to sleep just because her sleeping body was laying against his, and her heart warmed at the thought.

y/n slightly shook her boyfriend, who instantly opened his eyes and turned to her with a questioning look before he relaxed.

“you’re awake.” he smiled at her, leaning forward to press a kiss to her cheek. y/n kept his face there, letting him rest it on her shoulder as she tapped his cheek with her fingers.

“sleep, baby. we still have three hours and i know you’re tired.” she muttered so only he could hear.

“you sure?” he mumbled, already starting to get comfy.

“mhm, go to sleep cariño, ill be here.” pressing a kiss to his head, she reassured him with a little smile on her lips.

santiago had moved to the absolute corner of the seats and rested his head on his palm against the window before he decided that wasn’t comfortable at all, so he moved to rest against his older sister instead.

y/n didn’t mind as his head lay against her arm. she slightly moved pedri so that his head was in her lap instead, and his legs were comfortable on the seat.

they both engulfed her body, practically using it as a human pillow as they fell into a comforting sleep. she was wide awake now, with nothing to do but let the two next to her fall into slumber. a smile graced her lips whilst her fingers combed themselves through pedris dark hair, playing with the soft strands and delicately scratching against his scalp just the way she knew he liked.

her mother and father were silently chatting in the front, and she had about two and a half hours left until they’d be with her grandparents. the ecstatic feeling returned.

they would finally get to meet the boy that had practically swept her off her feet, the boy that slept in her lap right now looking all too innocent and peaceful, the boy that loved her baby brother more than anyone did. they would get to see the reason behind her smile everyday, and santiago’s.

her body was squished between her two boys, but all she could think about was how grateful she was to have them in her life.

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💗

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)

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pedri: ...

random: LMAOOOOO NOT PEDRI

menshealth: best book on the planet 💪💪💪

random: is she traveling with barca to paris?

random: ig so

random: this is so mean actually

random: cry about it

random: frrrr

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@yourinsta

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

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

random: LMAOOOO

random: why are they in paris?

random: love the duoooo 🫶🏻🫶🏻

random: PUTA BARCA

mikkykiemeny: Mi amor ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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

random: lets gooo we're gonna beat psg

random: PEDRI IS SO FINEEE

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

random: LETS COOK DEMBELE

fcbarcelona: always with us 🫶🏻❤️

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

random: why is she so mean

random: i love you for doing Pedri dirty

frenkiedejong: our women got stolen

pedri: justice for us

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@yourinsta

knew that paris copied us

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pedri: 😍😍😍

random: so prettyyyy

siramartinezc: welcome home 😁😁

random: LMAOOOOO WHAT

random: Why she so funny

@yourinsta

VAMOSSSS

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comments have been limited...

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@yourinsta

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

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random: Hala Madrid

pedri: ❤️❤️

frenkiedejong: hey thats me!!

fcbarcelona: Our magicians 🎩 🫶🏻

mikkykiemeney: our one night stands😝😝

yourinsta: frrrr

pedri: babe seriously.

frenkiedejong: hey....

random: the pic of pedri lmaoo

random: Psg easy winn barca no chance

random: we finally have them back

random: Pedri is so fineeeeee

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

yourinsta: as soon as you play, promise

pablogavi: easy game

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@yourinsta

and my man, thank you to my man 😘❤️

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pedri: de nada amor ❤️

random: AAAA

random: the flowers. im dying.

random: im actually so jealous.

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

random: actually that car is so cool

random: how to sign up to be pedris girlfriend

random: REALLL

random:

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

pedri: cr to ferran

yourinsta: ferran you only think about yourself

pedri: yes ferran think about others too

ferrantorres: what....

pedri: you egoistic.

yourinsta: HAHAHAH

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

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@yourinsta

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

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random: why she just spawning everywhere

random: whats max doing here

random: YESSS MAX THE GOATT

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

random: LOOOL WHAT

random: Shes so iconic

random: Ferrari deserved the podium

random: not our fault if they cant build cars

random: ateee

random: lewis for the win

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@yourinsta

car appreciation post (plus the man driving it)

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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?

Could you describe how Pedri would be with his gf in a private-non private relationship ?

A/N: This was so much fun writing🫶 Enjoy :)

warnings: suggestive theme if squint at the end, none ⚠️

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He would definitely be passionate about their relationship. Putting a lot of effort into the time he gets to spend with his girlfriend.

After you guys found out that you two wanted a relationship. You mutually decided to keep it on the low. It would be private, but not secret. He would want others to know that you belong to him and vice versa.

He would definitely get questions about his relationship with you. He wouldn’t ignore the question, but tease a whole bunch, like he would enjoy people having to guess and eventually find out after a while.

Dates

Always arranging sentimental dates,   showering you with love. Imagine him arranging dates. inviting you over to at hangout with at his apartment on a Saturday evening. he would make his favourite food, croquettes. (His mother’s recipe) you also loved them, since he always made you food and asked you to rate it. And who doesn’t love croquettes?

Late night car rides 

You called him one night, having trouble sleeping and you needed to talk to him. Later he would tell you to look out the window and surprise, surprise he would be outside. Leaning against his car, looking at you shocked face and staring at you with admiration. You would throw on a sweater and a some comfy sweatpants. You ran down stairs and out of the house. He pulled you in for a kiss and open the door for you to get in. You two got food from a drive through. Blasting music the whole night, whilst singing you hearts out. he would take you to the beach, so you could watch the sunrise together. This became a regular routine. 

Gifts 

He would buy you sentimental gifts to remind you of his love. Most likely jewellery, he would give you a necklace with his initial on it. Reminding you that your his. Even expensive gifts. You would tell him to stop, that they was no need. Yet he wouldn’t budge. telling you that he wanted to spoil you rotten. 

Meeting his parents 

They loved you even before they met you. Pedro wouldn’t shut up about you and they made sure to tell you. Imagine you helping his mother out in the kitchen and having a bonding moment. she asked you about Pedri and if he was treating you write. You had a lot to say. The boy was crazy about never letting you down and always cheering you up. His brother would tease him about you. Also telling you have got him around you finger under a love spell.  

Games 

Pedri always loved it when you attended his games. He would gift you his jersey, saying you looked better in it than him. you would show up to all his games and cheer for him and he loved it. He even made a secret celebration that only you two knew about. 

Bonus 🫶

Between the sheets

Pedri would be extremely passionate. Although he wouldn’t treat sex like a job he would see it as a fun activity that the two of you could enjoy together. He always put your needs first. That was a first for you, every guy you had been with would make themselves the first priority not even asking if you had a good time. But with Pedri it was different, he would make you see stars always asking you it felt good and where you liked it. Let’s just say the only response you could give him were moans, that was the only response he needed. 

▫️she said it’s her first time..i think she might’ve lied

A/N:ngl i just got high yesterday and wrote this

⁀➷ warnings: very smutty but no actual intercourse

⁀➷ if you a minor theres no reason why you should be reading this <3

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It’s exactly 8:40PM when you’re resting your head on pedri’s chest,his hand playing with your hair daintily,your attention drifting from the movie he had invited you over to watch as you fix your vision on the view displayed from the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse.

Your eyes get drowsy and you start to zone out,you were bored out of anticipation,impatiently waiting for him to initiate what has been simmering in your mind for days,dirty filthy and sinful imaginations of pedri manhandling you into various positions while pounding into you was all you could ponder over,you were suffering a brainrot.

You soon exit your imagination immediately as you feel his arm envelope your smaller frame,stirring you gingerly while lowering his head to meet you at face level,"you okay there?"he says in a humorous tone while raising an eyebrow,you grin faintly as a retort to his words although in your innermost thoughts it was at his complete cluelessness to your wildly lewd infiltrated mind.

This is how you were summed up by people throughout your life,they always saw you as wholesome and untainted by immorality, especially that of a sexual nature..it confused you quite a bit and had you thinking for a span attempting to apprehend what about you gave them that impression because it surely wasn’t a facade you were upholding or a make-believe,and even though their view was far off the mark it didn’t trouble you at all,not even a little bit in fact you loved it,and soon started utilising it to your own benefit.

The innocent aura granted you quotidian advantages,and the greatest one by a mile is the sneakiness,people rarely doubted you even when you were lying straight to their faces,the pure spirit made you trustworthy and had people lowering their guards around you.

Additionally,the sole thought of having a guy entirely fooled and unaware of your true essence turned you on immensely,deceiving them into thinking that you’re just so chaste and untouched when you weren’t had you feeling so sly and it aroused you to the fullest.

Ultimately and to your desire,what you were yearning full finally started to come into being,the cuddling soon escalated into a make-out sesh,his arms are locked behind your back,pulling your chests flush together,minimizing any space between,giving you the contact that you were craving oh so bad..he slips his tongue into your mouth,tilting his head to deepen the kiss even further,your own greeted his pleasantly,tangling and pushing against it in content.

Placing his pointer finger under your chin, pedri slowly pulls back,though not releasing his hold on you,hazy eyes gazing intently into each other,"so pretty.."he murmurs against your lips,a slight smirk adorning his face before hoisting you up on his lap,situating the both of you into an even more intimate position,just to trail one hand up by your side till it cupped the back of your neck,pulling your lips together once more.

This time,his kisses were slow and rhythmic..they were brief,sweet short kisses,ones that made you part after each one,ones that made you so eager for the next,they felt so satisfying and fulfilling yet had you on pins and needles yearning for more.

The atmosphere was getting promptly more sexual,pedri was placing mellow pecks just beneath your jaw,his hand moving to grab the back of your thigh,urging it upwards,while the other massaged and kneaded at your ass,your clothed core occasionally brushing against his hard on.

“tell me baby..what was the farthest you ever went”,he abruptly stoped his movements to ask you,winding down..he too thinks you’ve never fucked before,you love it.

“what we did right now”you reply shortly after,with a coy laced voice,batting your pretty lashes at him so sweetly evoking a low hum from him,pedri looked at you trough lidded lust infatuated eyes,everything about you had him so pent up.

“so nothing..not even fingered?“another question followed up,he sounded so alluring,his eyes fixated on you while one of his hands caressed your thigh delicately,”only with my own..”

CHAPSTICK pedri gonzalez

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summary: pedri tries to guess your chapstick flavour.

pairing: pedri gonzalez x f!reader

warnings: none, repost from my old blog.

word count: 0.3k

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pedri had seen you apply chapstick pretty much every day since he had met you. you used it so often, that he found himself looking forward to when you'd do it, seeing it as one of your personality traits instead of you just trying to prevent your lips from getting dry.

you also had a slight obsession with the amount of flavours that there were. so whenever you had to buy a new one, you were eager to get a flavour that you had yet to try.

pedri also noticed the change in flavours. every couple of weeks he'd notice, either from the colour of the tube or from the taste of your lips when he kissed you. he always tried his best to guess the flavour, the interactions becoming a little game between the two of you.

even though he had seen you use chapstick so many times, he had yet to try any himself. he'd used a couple of flavourless ones when his lips were chapped in winter, but apart from that, he'd never really seen the need to use them.

but when he was sitting next to you watching tv one day, you pulled out your chapstick, applying it smoothly onto your lips. pedri watched you, turning to you when you were done. "can i try some?"

"you want to try my chapstick?" he nodded his head, a smirk on his face. "okay, sure," you held the small tube out to him.

"i won't need that," he gently pushed your hand away. cupping your cheek with his hand, he brought your face to his, softly placing his lips against yours. he held his lips against yours in a kiss for a couple of seconds before slightly rubbing them against yours, taking away the layer of chapstick that you had applied to your lips not so long ago.

pedri pulled away, leaning back on the sofa, keeping eye contact with you as he rubbed his lips together, catching a bit of the taste on his tongue. "strawberry?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side slightly.

you sat there, lips apart, still a little taken aback by what had just happened. "no, it's, um, cherry."

"god, i never get it right," he laughs, getting up to get a drink, not before pressing another kiss to your lips, leaving you on the couch in a flustered state.

Can you do Kissing on dark corners with Pedri??please!!!

WARNINGS: Suggestive content, nothing too graphic.

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"Pedro" You said in between kisses "...your parents" You said separating from him a bit, both of your breaths a bit accelerated but still you smiled after a few seconds

"They are downstairs, they won't know" He said quickly shaking his head before leaning back down again as you felt him pressing you more into the wall, trapping you in between his arms and the wall. "Estás muy hermosa, I want you"

Still you pushed your head back and it was bad idea. His lips found your neck as you let out a breathy moan when he found your spot. You pushed onto his shoulders lightly

"Stop" You begged lightly but who you were fooling? You truly were enjoying it, his lips on your neck always made you lose it but you regained power over you when you heard a pan being dropped, you grabbed his face and pushed him away "This is their house and they can come in, in any second"

You were on the González household, Rosy and Fernando inviting you over whilst Pedri had four days off. You thought it would be a really good idea but no.

You have fought the need of smash yourself against your fiancé while being at his parents since he had managed to look deliciously gorgeous these past two days and for respect towards them, you always limited yourself for a few kisses here and there, some cuddles and hand holding.

But your views got better each day passing and you couldn't manage to hold it in, Pedri apparently thinks the same way towards you because he had let you know that the very same moment he pulled you upstairs and got you in the dark corner where his old room and his brother's Fer were.

"We are literally hidding in a dark corner"

"And?! They came come in and see us!"

"They already know how crazy I am for you, bonita" Your fiancé whispered kissing the corner of your lips "They know the way I am and mostly when I'm around you" He kept on kissing you.

You were playing right now, telling no to his kisses but still kissing him back.

"Ya" He pecked your lips ", but whenever we have kids, if we found one of them like this, we for sure as hell not let them come back up for the rest of the night"

He chuckled lightly "You just don't want my mom to see you like the needy woman you truly are for her youngest son"

"Well, that too" You both laughed into each others mouths. You almost moaned loudly when Pedri pulled your bottom lip in between his and sucked on it, making you go crazy. "Really you gotta stop"

"Stop me then" You groaned giving him one last kiss for the moment before mustering all your strength and push him off of you

"Really, we should stop"

"¡Y/N, hija, necesito que me digas la receta de la carne con piña y me ayudes con la ensalada de aguacate!" Rosy called you as Pedri groaned

"¡Ya voy, Rosy!" You exclaimed a little

"You're in for when we get home" You smirked smiling and winked at him

"Can't really wait for it" You pecked his lips and ran downstairs before he could catch you, giggling.

A few minutes later, you saw Pedri come down too, he sat in front of you whilst you were cooking the meat for tonight's dinner. You both shared a look and a smile

"Te quiero" He whispered with his eyes locked on yours and still after three years of relationship, you blushed

"Y yo a ti, Pepi" He puckered his lips and you shook your head side to side before leaning over and kiss his awaiting lips.

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