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didishawn · 1 year

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Can we get one where the reader is riding Ferran and size kink with it <3 Love You ❤️‍🔥

Height difference (Ferran x Reader) smut

Warnings: smut, mentions of reader being small, Internet people going feral at the size difference between you and your boyfriend, some breeding kink

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From the very first moment you met you boyfriend, you took notice of how big he is.

I mean -how could you not? The man is literally double your size, shoulders so broad, taller than the average Spanish men, and let's not talk about his thighs -a true blessing in your opinion, countless times have you found yourself riding them.

Your boyfriend has taken notice too of how little you are next to him, a bit shorter that the average woman. Back when you were just friends, he would do that shit about comparing hand sizes -it made him feral when you did those little comments about his hand enveloping yours. He can carry you everywhere, his little pocket sized girlfriend, and when he fucks you, he moves you however he likes it, as if you truly weighted nothing.

It's not only you two who have noticed the size difference, lots of times have you entered twitter and besides people laughing at your boyfriend's past tweets (author note: read them, they are totally worth it), you have encountered people talking about how sex between you two must be like, you so tiny, he so big, pictures all around about the height difference.

You don't care, how could you? They are totally right, sex with your boyfriend is amazing.

You might be on top, but Ferran is always in control, his hands tight on your waist as he moves you up and down, impaling you on his big cock that reaches so deep inside you.

You are salivating, mumbling thing not even you can understand, body trembling as you are fucked dumb, hands playing with you tits and head pushed back.

"You can take it, can't you, darling?" he tauntingly asks, smirking even if truly he feels so fucking sensitive inside your pretty, little pussy "So fucking brave, taking my cock, so big for you yet here you are, like a champ taking it all"

You whine, mumbling something that he guesses to be affirmations about you being able to take him.

His hips push up into yours, balls hitting your ass, whines louder, your eyes hazed with pleasure as you try to move as best as you can, yet there is no strength on your legs, so you just let him do all the work, one finger teasing your clit, he knows how to work you.

"Gonna take me all, right? Let me fill you up, breed you with my kids, you would like that, wouldn't you? So small, stomach carrying my child, waddling around, letting me bend you over whenever I like and filling you up one time, and another, and another... "

He is moaning too, your walls incredibly tighter, he knows the effect his words have on you.

"Joder, vas a hacer que me corra pronto. Gonna folk you up, my pretty, little doll, so cute for me" (fuck, you are going to make me cum soon)

He sits up, taking full control -even if he has always had it, rutting into you, harsh thrusts and skin slapping and becoming red, you are like a doll, taking him without complain, so dumb, his lips around your nipple, one hand burying on his hair.

He fucks you however he wants, so small it's so easy for him, he takes what he wants, you wouldn't have it any other way.

He fills you up with his cum, makes sure you take it all, before starting again.

Fuck days with Ferran are always long, he takes it how he likes it, enjoying the control you give him as you cry for his cock, promise you can take it even if it's giant for your tiny self, it makes him feral, you make him feral.

One day, he will confirm the rumours, because Ferran Torres sure knows how to pleasure his little girlfriend.

#barca #fc barca #barcelona #spanish nt #spain national team #spain nt #ferran torres imagine #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres smut #ferran torres #ferran #pedri #football imagine #football player

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facesblurry · 7 days

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father gundo comforting his kids.

what a shame man, we deserved better.

#fc barcelona #pedri #pedri gonzalez #ferran torres #ilkay gundogan #psg vs barcelona #ucl #pedri/ferran #ferran

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leviscolwill · 3 months

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i know i'm annoying, and i deeply apologise for that. but you have no idea how happy it'd make me if you wrote for ferran. I KNOW, i am a mad woman, i am aware..

i would die for this prompt

dialogue 9 : "are you wearing chapstick?"

i love you

cherry flavoured conversations ★

pairing: childhood bsf!ferran x reader

note: my lovely zowa, this is my first time writing for ferran, it’s quite short but i hope you’ll still like it. i love u so very much xx

now playing cherry flavoured by the neighbourhood…

winter holidays at the torres’ family house were always fun. you got to spend two entire weeks with your best friend and both your families, and your only concern was whether you should go ice skating, sledging, or just spend the day by the fireplace watching movies.

on the other hand, this time of the year was the hardest for you to hide your ever-growing feelings for your best friend. it was becoming increasingly harder to pretend you didn't feel anything past friendship while he was by your side pretty much 24/7.

it was one of those chilly nights, and you were having dinner with your families. ferran immediately got up when arantxa asked you to bring dessert to the table. his gentleman manners taking over, even though you clearly didn't need any help with the task.

ferran noticed you were significantly quieter than usual during dinner, lost in your own thoughts. your feelings were eating you alive, his smile, the sparkle in his eyes whenever he was talking to you only made your thoughts grow louder, and the irrevocable need to grab his shoulders and scream ‘can’t you see how much you mean to me?’ was only getting stronger.

his hand met yours before you could grab the plate, your eyes instinctively met his, filled with worry. “what did i do wrong y/n?”

ferran’s eyes didn't leave yours for a second, desperately searching for an answer in them. his hand was still on yours, his thumb drawing small circles on your skin.

“you didn't do anything wrong, i’m just feeling down tonight. please don’t worry fer.” from the look he gave you, you could tell he knew there was something else going on, but he didn't add a word.

when his eyes finally left yours, you let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding, and noticed his eyes focused somewhere else; the ceiling.

ferran’s gaze fell back on you. he let go of your hand to point at where he was staring, right above the two of you.

mistletoe. you could tell it had been taped to the ceiling not so long ago, and you already had an idea of who was behind this idea. and what a cruel idea that was, what if ferran just outwardly expressed his disgust at the mere thought of kissing you? you didn't know if you’d be able to hold back the tears if it happened.

his hand tilted your chin up to make your eyes meet once again. his face was dangerously close to yours, so close you could count every beauty mark, every freckle on the face you adored.

“we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” his voice was soft, almost whisper-like. if you were to kiss, which ferran really wanted, he wished to share this moment with you and not with both your families eavesdropping on you like they always did around you.

unable to find the words to answer him, you stood on your tiptoes to close the gap between your lips. softly at first, afraid he would vanish into thin air like when you’d wake up from another vivid dream with him as the main character.

but none of that happened. ferran’s grip on your jaw only got tighter. yet his touch was still loving, just enough strength to show his yearning for you. when you finally pulled back from his enticing hold, ferran had a puzzled look on his face.

“are you wearing chapstick? it tastes like…” ferran licked his lips, trying to guess the flavour of your chapstick still lingering on his own lips.

he took the opportunity to kiss you again, lips meeting yours once again in a quick peck. “raspberry?”

you shake your head, faking a disappointed expression on your face. “cherry, close enough though.”

“can i get another cherry kiss before going back?” this unexpected chain of events almost made you forget what you were here for in the first place. you grabbed the plate, before kissing the corner of ferran's mouth. which brought a frown on his face, before remembering he’ll get other opportunities to get a better taste of your chapstick later.

when you both stepped back to the dining room, arantxa looked at you both with a knowing look before winking at you, not trying to hide her implication in the mysterious case of the mistletoe. while your parents were still in a deep conversation. unaware of the moment you just shared, the heat rushing on your face and ferran’s beet-red ears.

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gadriezmannsgirl · 4 months

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Please, tell me I'm not the only one watching over and over again the Pedri & Ferran vs. the Joao's video. It's been a month out but I just can't get enough of Pedri's cuteness and Ferran's teasing comments😭 "Es que soy muy bueno hasta en la play" "Te voy a comer" "Lo voy a fallar a posta" "Cancelo con Cancelo" "Dame magia, Pedri Potter🪄" "Se chuta con triángulo" "Vas con los de blanco, eh"

@zowanew @spidybaby @jkeey4... anyone else? 😭😭

#gadriezmannsgirl stuffs #ferran #ferran torres #pedri #pedri gonzalez

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mywrittengartgallery · 1 year

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PEDRI - Au bonheur des dames

Words : 4,8k

Warning : Fluff

Summary : who thought wrapping books would lead you to meet him ? ( Part 1 of Une page d’amour )

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“Thank you, have a nice day!”

You had been in this bookshop since 10 A.M and you were so tired of it. Alright, it was fun, at the beginning, wrapping Christmas presents here with your friends and collecting some money for the charity. However, it’s been ten days since you’ve began and you were fed up of standing and hurting your finger tips with the tape. Don’t take it wrong, people here were amazing: always nice and curious of what everything was about, they also were pretty generous and you really were thankful of that. But the actual work was a nightmare now. At least, you were a lot more decent at wrapping than you were before.

“Y/N, I’m taking a break, is that okay if you handle it for like five minutes?” asked your friend, with expectant eyes. Alright, you weren’t fond of the idea but she had been there every day with you and she was such a sweet soul, so you couldn’t refuse her anything. With a small smile, you nodded.

“Thank you! I was going crazy with all of these deers and trees!” she laughed while pointing at the wrapping paper. You could only agree with her, the pattern was hypnotizing and not in a good way, more like in a it would haunt you in your sleep like Despacito did way. She took her jacket and quickly made her way through the small crowds to the door.

“Y/N, could you wrap this one please?” the bookshop’s employee asked while holding out a small book. You nodded and took it, analyzing the width of paper you would need. “She’s paying for some other books, so she will be there in like five minutes”, again you nodded. You cut the wrapping paper, placing the little blue book in the center and began to fold the corners so the presentation would be clean. You had already prepared some fragments of tape before, so you just had to stick them to hold all of your art together.

“Hello!”

You looked up, meeting warm eyes. She probably was the woman of the book, so you smiled.

“Would you like me to talk to you about the charity for a bit?” you asked, trying to find a nice ribbon to put on top of the present. She agreed happily, already looking at the pictures you had put on a small table next to you.

---

“Ouch!” Pedri said just after colliding with some girl. She rolled her eyes and continued to walk towards the door.

“What the hell?” he whispered to himself, quite shocked of the rudeness he had just received.

“Some people are weird huh?” Fernando, Pedri’s brother, added.

“Yes...” he sighed while looking around. “What was the title again? I swear if they don’t have it here, I’m throwing myself under a bus...”

“’Las delicias de las damas’ by Émile Zola” the oldest answered, also looking around. Fernando gently took some books, reading the summary on the back of the cover. “They should have it, it’s like one of the biggest bookshop in town...” Pedri nodded before going towards the big sign near the stairs, indicating every type of sections the shop had.

“It’s on the third floor” he said to his brother, already climbing the stairs. Fernando followed him, giggling to himself: Pedri was really annoyed tonight, he thought. Sure, practice had been tough on him and he wasn’t satisfied with himself, but this added to the fact that he hadn’t bought their mother’s present yet so he had to rush it and the girl that bumped into him, it had put on him on edge. Fernando could understand, the poor guy was too calm and kept most of his annoyance to himself, favoring diplomacy over futile discords. But everyone had a breaking point and he knew that Pedri was close to his. Though, his was way farer than he thought, he had believed the youngest would break when the employee at the last bookshop told him they didn’t have this book so he had to go search somewhere else. He hadn’t, he had just heavily sighed and went out, already trying to open his car. Fernando always found it funny when his brother was annoyed, it was unusual.

They finally arrived on the third floor: it was full of shelves themselves full of books. Some looked pretty expensive with their leather covers and their golden titles, while some others were small with thin looking paper. He noticed that the lights had been dimmed, offering a warm glow that wasn’t too harsh on the eye. And even though he was annoyed, Pedri couldn't deny that this place was comforting in a way. They went through the small aisles in order to reach the “French literature” section. It was on the far left, right next to the wide windows that offered a rare view of Barcelona. Pedri had rarely seen it like that, at night, lit by the streetlights and the Christmas decorations, with the sea cutting right through it, leaving behind a black slash. Fernando hummed, taking him out of his head.

“I can’t find it...” his brother said, his voice soft. The athlete sighed and tried to also look around, but to his dismay, nothing stood out in the “Z” row.

“We should probably ask someone” he declared, implicitly asking his brother to do it, but the oldest didn’t seem to catch the message. Why was everything going against him tonight ? He hated going around and asking people for things, normally it was his mom who did it, or his brother, well when they were younger at least.

He tried to find someone who worked here, eyeing the desk near the stairs, the aisle, even the dark corridor on the other side. Nothing, no one and he thought that would be it. However, while strolling around the room, he finally caught sight of an employee who was kneeling in front a huge cardboard and rummaging through its content. He came closer, slightly coughing to make his presence known but the young man didn’t look up.

“Hum... hello ?” he said, making the employee look up, eyebrows furrowed. “Would you happen to have ’Las delicias de las damas’ by Émile Zola ?”

“It’s not my section, you should ask to someone else. Maybe at the ground floor? The workers at the checkouts should know.”

---

“Would you like a gift wrapping ?”

“Sure, why not ?”

“Y/N, another one please!”

You took the comics and chose a wrapping that was more adapted to kids and proceeded to cut it in the right dimensions. You had to go faster because many people were there and you didn’t want to slow the rhythm the cashiers had. It was hard to do it alone and your pair wasn’t back yet so you sort of were fuming inside.

“Hi!” said the grandma, a wide smile on her face. “What is Sapanā ?” she asked, curious of the wide sign glued at the front of your worktable.

“It means “Dream” in Nepali! Actually, it’s a charity made of med students, we are trying to collect funds in order to go to orphanages in Nepal.” You said passionately as you put the tape on the present. “We go there to give them vaccines, as well as some medical material that would be really useful!”

She nodded, interested by each one of your words. She pointed at a red ribbon, mentioning to you that this was the one she wanted you to put on the present. You nodded, taking it.

“Do you have activities with the kids there?”

Again, you nodded while taping the ribbon. “Sure, we teach them the first aid, we also do prevention especially against tobacco, and we try to teach them some Spanish for fun. We also take them on hikes to -”

“Excuse me!” a deep voice exclaimed, interrupting your rant. You had just finished your wrapping and were about to give it to the old woman but the way you had been called out had you confused and you didn’t know what to do with your hands.

“Yes, you...” he sighed, seeming tired, but you didn’t take any notice as the client in front of you was looking expectantly at her purchase. But you should answer, right? You were asked something.

��Yes?” you said, voice unsure.

“I want to know where-”

“Let me take this, also thank you for everything !” the grandma just had interrupted the young man and taken the present from your hands, leaving without donating a cent. You were more than lost, too much infos coming from everywhere. Another client was waiting for its wrapping and you saw the irritation on his face, but the man next to you looked as much, if not more, annoyed.

“So, like I was saying, I want to know where I can find ’Las delicias de las damas’ by Émile Zola ?” he asked, voice pseudo neutral, pseudo since you were able to clearly identify the edge it held. You rolled your eyes, who was this guy?

“I don’t work here, sorry...” you hoped he would leave at that and go see a real employee, people were waiting.

“What?” he was apparently perplexed. “As if you don’t work here! Then what is this?” his tone was accusatory, as if he had caught you the hand in the cookie jar. The brunette was looking you up and down, frowning.

“Yes, I don’t. So, sorry I don’t know where your book is.”

He laughed ironically and was about to leave, but not before whispering kind of loudly for you to hear a ‘sure, you just don’t want to do your job...’. What was his problem? Didn’t he have eyes? Your little stand had everything made for people to know that it wasn’t really attached to the bookshop. However, it wouldn’t end here, you, yourself, were also great at throwing spikes at people.

“For the record, it’s ‘La delicia de las damas’. If you had tried to search with the right title, maybe you would have found it.”

---

Fernando snickered next to Pedri who had been put in his place by the young woman. The athlete was blushing like crazy and his brother as well as the man, who had been waiting for his wrapping, laughing just added to the shame he was feeling. It wasn’t an awful mistake, but he hadn’t been the nicest to her and being called out like that just made him ridiculous. He gulped and quickly got away of the stand, favoring the queue a little farer, where he couldn’t see anyone. He would ask there and would finally be able to leave the horror movie this shop was.

In the end, they didn’t have the book but they could order it. He would only have to pass by at the end of the week to collect it. He had agreed, too tired to wanting it right at the moment, plus it wouldn’t change anything. Christmas was next week.

---

It was Thursday and the bookshop had sent him a text, telling him that the book had arrived.

This day was a better day: practice had been good, him and Gavi had been put in the same team and they had won. Ansu had invited him to play some FIFA tonight and he had obviously agreed and the present for his mom was there. It was a consequently better day.

They finished practice around 8 P.M, physically tired but everyone seemed mentally refreshed. They would do great on the upcoming games, they were sure of that.

“See you tonight, Pedri !” exclaimed Ansu as he was going to his car, followed by Gavi who waved. The young midfielder still didn’t have his licence so he was entirely dependent on either his parents or his teammates, well most of the time Pedri himself.

He waved back as he opened his car, getting in. The traffic was strangely smooth and practically no fans were waiting outside of the training center. He let out a sigh of relief and drove through Barcelona, passing by the wide shopping streets. In the end, he finally arrived in the calm district where the shop was. It was easy to park there during the week, not many people came by at least with their car. It was close enough of the center of the Catalan city for them to just walk there or they could take public transports easily.

The shop was lit by Christmas decorations that illuminated the street, garlands falling from the large windows and Christmas wreaths hooked just above the doors. It was nice he thought.

He slowly walked in, holding the door for an old man who looked like he had been struggling with all his bags. It wasn’t packed, maybe because it was a Thursday or maybe because it was nearing 9 P.M, either way he liked it like that. There were no stressful vibes or hustle, just pure calmness with a strange coziness. He went to the desk where he had ordered the book last time and waited for the employee to come. He had seen him putting posters of concerts on a board, the man had noticed him, smiling, and had nodded to inform here he would be there soon.

“Hello, what can I do for you?” he asked when he reached him. The man was probably in his forties, maybe a bit more? He wasn’t sure, but he seemed nice. He had a warm smile and patient eyes, plus he was wearing a red Santa hat that had twinkling stars. Pedri could only smile back, getting his phone out of his pocket to show him the receipt.

“I had ordered this book the other day and I received a text to tell me it’s here, so here I am”.

The man nodded and typed on his keyboard, the keys making a loud noise each time he pressed them.

“I’ll be back in a minute, its in the storage room.” the man said as he grabbed his badge and crossed the hall of the shop, opening a black door that had a sign ‘Staff Only’. He came back soon after, a large book in hand with its white cover and the shadow of a woman drawn on it.

“Here it is!” he exclaimed, handing it to Pedri, his contagious smile still illuminating his face.

“Thanks.” he said, looking around the shop. He had already paid when he had ordered it, so he was free to got. However, something seemed to be missing. Then he saw the Christmas tree in the corner, standing right next to a table with glittery ribbons covering it and many rolls of wrapping paper in a box at its foot.

“Is it possible to like, wrap it?” he asked. The man smiled and nodded with such enthusiasm.

“Sure! Just go there and ask for it.” he pointed at the table Pedri had noticed before. “It’s not mandatory, but if I could ask you something, because you seem like a nice gentleman, is: could you donate a little bit ? Even one euro... it’s a charity that is there every year and they spend so much time and energy for their project, it breaks my heart when people don’t acknowledge it.” The youngster couldn’t deny it, the man was so passionate and he understood where he came from. Plus someone was going to work for him, in a way, so obviously he didn’t expect it to be free. “Also, the kid working right now is an angel, you will probably make her day!”

With that, Pedri said his goodbye with a smile and went to the table. But his smile quickly disappeared when he saw the person sitting down behind the same table, cutting fragments of tape. He wasn’t sure he was going to make your day, he thought.

“Hum..” he said, unsure. That was going to be so damn awkward. He had been an ass to you the other day and you had humiliated his knowledge in front of everyone. Saying that your dynamic wasn’t the best was an understatement. His small sound had brought you out of you focus and had made you look up, a confused expression plastered on your face.

“Oh... Hello.” you said, trying to keep a neutral tone. You were waiting for something. Should he apologize? He couldn’t read your mind, he wished he could? What should he do?

“I’m sorry!” he threw, eyes wide. That was probably what you wanted to hear.

“What?” alright, you seemed more confused than before? What the hell was he doing?

“Huh, the other day? I’m sorry, for how I acted.” he tried again, gaining a look of recognition and a sigh. You nodded, whispering a small ‘it’s okay’. Then he saw you, still sitting there with expecting eyes. Was it not enough? He raised an eyebrow, not sure what to say.

“Do you need me to wrap the book?” you finally said, pointing at the object he was holding. He gaped and a blush took possession of his cheeks. He shyly nodded and handed it to you, clearly embarrassed. Why was he acting so dumb? What he didn’t see though was the small grin of amusement that had taken residence on your face. You cut a relatively large stripe of writing paper: a blue one with snowflakes that had this cute holographic effects on them. You tried to be neat, perfectly folding the angles and creating square endings. You put the small pieces of tape on the back of the paper, where the two ends met, then on the top and bottom parts.

“So, you really don’t work there?” he asked, fiddling with his fingers. You couldn’t see his face, but the small action made you understand that the boy was nervous. “I mean, I know that, the man that works here told me. It’s a charity, right?” he was babbling at this point. You tried so hard to hide your grin but it was impossible, well he was really different from the other day.

“Yes, it is. It’s called Sapanā, it means “dream” in Nepali... we are group of med students and yeah, we are trying to collect some funds for our projects.” while describing your job there, you had put the silver ribbon on and you were currently curling the ends of it.

“It’s nice!” he said. He was still nervous, were you that scary?

“I’m sorry too... It was a little bit condescending to call you out like that in front of everyone. It wasn’t that dumb of a mistake.” you apologized because he had apologized, but you weren’t very sincere, what could you say? You were the resentful type! But the boy seemed like he needed it with how stressed he looked, he was going to also stress you out if this continued.

He laughed, a small one, but still a laugh and shook his head. “I deserved it, I think” you wholly agreed with him, but you wouldn’t tell him. “So you’re a med student?”

“Yes”

“Impressive!” he said, seeming so genuine. You blushed, feeling seen and acknowledged. You didn’t even know why, your circle had always said how proud they were of you for throwing yourself in such hard studies. People were generally impressed when you told them what you were studying. He seemed more genuine, that was probably why.

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“You’re late bro!” Ansu said, faking annoyance as he opened the door.

“Sorry, had to collect my present for my mom at the bookshop.” Pedri said, showing the small white bag he was holding, a faint red hue on his cheeks. It was the cold. Not due to the girl his age that had wrapped his present and was kind of cute and who he had made a fool of himself in front of and thinking of the bookshop automatically brings him to think about her and therefore making some weird emotions arise. No. It was the cold of Barcelona.

The slightly older of the two opened wider the door and mentioned him to enter. Pedri obliged, taking off his shoes and smiling to himself when he heard Gavi screaming because Ferran had probably scored.

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“Man, I didn’t get anything to my mom yet! I’m screwed!” whined Gavi, sprawled on Pedri’s couch. Practice was in an hour but the younger was bored, so he had invited himself over Pedri’s place. At this point, they should just become roommates.

“Gavi! Christmas is in two days!” he knew that the boy will just graft himself on the present his sister had gotten. So invested right?

“I can’t even put my name on what my sister had gotten her! She like, booked a massage in the new spa that opened in Seville and they absolutely have to try it!” he mimicked his sister, apparently, using a high voice and an accent that clearly wasn’t his. “Bro, do I look like someone who buys that?” no. Not at all.

“So, what you wanna get her?” Pedri knew that Gavi had only started thinking about it this morning. At this point he had inflicted it upon himself.

“I called my dad this morning, he said that she had seen this new book about biology or whatever, he said I could get that...” he sighed, toying with his phone. “But, like a book ? Really?”

“It’s my gift for my mom, I mean I’ve gotten a book” the older shrugged. A tiny bubble had rose in his chest, if Pablo had to purchase a book, well...

“Should I do that?” he clearly seemed reluctant. Pedri had to push, he knew it.

“Do you really have another choice?”

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Practice had ended, and with an entire day of convincing Gavi that a book was the greatest idea of the century, here they were, inside the bookshop that Pedri had assured was the best of the town.

They were searching for the infamous book Gavi’s dad had sent the reference to his son. The younger came back, a large book in his hands, and a small smile plastered on his face. Pedri let out a sigh of relief, thanking god for allwoing the shop to have it.

They went back to the groundfloor, waiting for the couple before them to pay. There wasn’t any queue: again it was a Thursday after 8 P.M, just like the week before, so the calm had taken over the place.

“Eighty-five euros for a book though, isn’t that a bit expensive?” Pablo said, a bit bitter. Oh, god, Pedro so wanted to laugh.

“It won’t change anything on your bank account man!”

“Still!” the younger whined.

They finally were facing the cashier who smiled, a knowing smile on his face. He had recognized them, but he was decent enough to not say anything apart of him liking watching them play and being a big supporter of the FCB. They thanked him and Gavi payed.

“Also, could I get some of that wrapping paper?” he asked pointing at the counter behind the employee. “I still have to wrap it, well she will just have to be content with the effort, I can’t make miracles happen...” he whispered to Pedri. Pablo was so embittered all the time, it was funny to see it on such a young person.

“Oh, they can wrap it there, they did it last time!” he said, a little bit too excited for his usual self. Gavi raised an eyebrow but shrugged, not paying attention to his weird behavior.

“Can’t be worst than what I was about to do” he made a sign to the cashier, telling him to drop the paper. He took the book and followed Pedri who went to the table, still next to the Christmas tree.

“Hi” the oldest said. You looked up, surprised to see him. You bit back a grin, which you noted you were doing a lot in his presence.

“Hi” you returned, getting up from your chair, then turning to the young man with him, throwing him a smile. “This must be your new favorite place ?” you teased. He blushed, letting out a little laugh. This was the second laugh you had taken out of him. Not like you were counting. Why were you noticing things like that? What?

“You two know each other?” Pablo asked, eyebrows furrowed, curiosity clear on his face.

“Huh, yes, kind of? She was the one who wrapped my mom’s present” he quickly declared, as if knowing her was crime. Now Gavi was clearly suspicious but he didn’t say anything. He knew keeping silence would give him so much more answers with Pedri.

You laughed a little and eyed the book the younger one was holding. you were trying to cut through the weird atmosphere by subtly changing the subject but he didn’t seem to notice. The other had though.

“Your book, Gavi.”

“Ah, yes!” he placed it on the table, in front of you. The remaining paper you had seemed too short so you took another roll, unrolling it and gauging how much you needed. It wasn’t the fastest you had been but you didn’t really care. On the contrary, at the moment you felt like taking your time. Well, the supposedly Gavi, seemed bored so he had left you let you do your stuff and went to watch the tree, mesmerized by the huge ornaments, some red, some golden.

“You’re always there?” the older asked as he absentmindedly played with the edge of one of the pictures you had pinned on the table to promote the charity.

“Yep, well I shouldn’t be but my friend who is supposed to do it with me has the habit to forget or just doesn’t have the courage to show up anymore... So here I am.”

“That sounds awful.” he didn’t know if he could laugh or not but you gaped and looked right at him.

“It’s not like she doesn’t do anything! She came, at first but now she favors the inside work, like promoting it on the campus or managing the finances, things like that!” you had described her horribly, she sounded the worst. She was just in a bad phase, let’s say that.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to report her anything!” he reassured, bringing his hands up in surrender. You chuckled, why were you overthinking so much tonight?

“She’s just not the best to inform people when she changes her plan...” you finally declared. He nodded, seeming to understand.

“There is always the go-ahead type and the thinker one in a duo, right?”

You squinted your eyes at him, a smirk appearing on your face.

“I conclude then that you are the thinker of the two?” you asked, moving your gaze between him and the shorter one still entranced by the glittering garland.

“It shows ?”

“A little” you laughed with him who tried to be low-key with it, not wanting to attract Gavi’s attention. How wrong could that be, the boy was more clever than Pedri thought because while the two of you were lovingly discussing, he was listening, discretely watching you. God, both of you were so obvious. He rolled his eyes while lightly shoving with his index one of the red ball hanging in front of him.

“Gosh, I don’t have ribbons anymore, could you pass me the one next to you ?” you asked, scissors in hand. However he shrugged, taking them from your hands and cutting himself the silver strip. He looked focused and you couldn’t deny that he was cute and he was trying his best and it was adorable. He handed his creation to you, a tiny rictus rising the corner of his lips. Alright, you were blushing.

“Thank you...”

“Pedro, well Pedri, I prefer Pedri.”

You nodded, eventually meeting his brown eyes, under the lights they looked like they were sparkling. You swallowed, a little disturbed.

“Y/N” you had whispered. He looked just as dazed as you.

“Here, the book.” you said, why were your cheeks hot ? He took it, his hand grazing yours, that was too much. You retrieved it quickly, chuckling to hide your embarrassment. “We should see each other again, sometimes.”

What the fuck?!

Why did you just say that? Where did the bravery come from? You prepared yourself for the rejection, which was the most logical thing to happen, you had seen the guy like three times and for like ten minutes. No one in their right mind would accept it.

“Sure” he said, trying to hide his smile.

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“Bro!”

“What?”

“Bro!” exclaimed Gavi, giggling like a gossiping school girl. Pedri was furiously blushing but the boy couldn’t contain his smile.

“Bro!”

☁️

I hope you liked it! English isn’t my first language so I hope I didn’t make too many mistakes!

Don’t be shy and tell me what you thought of it.

#Pedri #pedri imagine #pedri fic #fc barca #fcb #spanish nt #gavi #football #ferran #ansu fati #la liga #fluff #imagine #christmas #fanfic #Pablo gavi #pedro gonzalez

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spidybaby · 8 months

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I found out that the media team or idk who photoshoped the head of Gavi into the body of Ferran 😭😭😭

I'm laughing uncontrollably. Did he not show up to Photo Day? Couldn't they use an old photo of him? 😭😭😭

#gavi #pablo gavi #ferran torres #ferran #They really don't care enough to fix the long ass neck #Do they know about it?#so many questions and so little answers #fc barca #fc barcelona #barca

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itlswhatltls · 2 months

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Happy Valentines Day to all of my boyfriends who i love so much 😘

#gavi #pedri #fermin lopez #balde #joao neves #marcos leonardo #otamendi #bah #ferran #joao felix #ruben dias #ansu fati #ter stegen #barça #benfica #happy valentine's day #spread the love

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incorrectbarca · 1 year

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Gavi: Hey, can we stay in your dorm tonight?

Eric: Why?

Gavi: Pedri fiddled with an ouija board and cursed ours.

Ferran: Pedri doesn't know how to banish spirits, so he just throws salt at them and yell "DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A HOTEL TO YOU?!"

#barca #barcelona #fc barca #fc barcelona #football #la liga #incorrect quotes #incorrect football quotes #barca incorrect quotes #incorrect barca quotes #gavi #pablo gavi #pedri gonzalez #pedri #eric #eric garcia #ferran torres #ferran

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wgm-beautiful-world · 1 year

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Art nouveau window at Ferran street in Barcelona, SPAIN

#art nouveau house #art nouveau #art nouveau window #ferran #calle #street #barcelona #españa #spain #europe #europa

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didishawn · 1 year

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Sex therapy is what works the best (Pedri x Reader x Ferran)

Warnings: Ferran is not dating Sira, Pedri thinks a good fuck is what his friend needs to get back to his top level, smut, Pedri watches his best friend fuck his girlfriend, sorry not sorry Ferran is hot, mentions of the internet asking for Ferran's head because of his recent performance on the club, lots of Spanish

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Ferran is disappointed in himself, another bad match and half of the Internet beating him down, asking for his departure from the team. His psychologist says its all in his head, that once he gets mentally better everything else will do too. He can't help but doubt it, he thinks he is bad, he won't get out of this one, and like the memes say, he will do better to start learning, Chinese or Japanese because he most likely will end up playing there.

He is a shell of himself seating in one of the corners of the changing room as his teammates celebrate the victory when he feels to taps on his shoulder, Pedri sits next to him, watching him with sorrow, the midfielder feels sorry for his friend.

"Venga, que no pasa nada, ya lo harás mejor en el próximo partido" he tries to cheer him up, but the other shakes his head. (come on, it's nothing, you will do better on the next match)

"Dudo que Xavi me vuelva a sacar tras el desastre de hoy" (I doubt Xavi will have me on the field again after today's disaster)

"Que va, ya verás que si, chacho. Todo está en tu cabeza, una vez te olvides de lo que dicen los gilipollas de Twitter, todo irá mejor" (no way, you will see, man. Everything is in your head, once you forget what those assholes in Twitter say, everything will be better)

Ferran has his face buried on his hands, hiding his dreadful expression from his friend "¿Y que pasa si no está todo dentro de mi cabeza? Capaz es que simplemente doy asco. Llevo ya meses en el psicólogo, hago un partido bueno, y luego todo vuelve a lo de siempre" (and what if it's not all inside my head? Maybe I simply suck. I have been at the psychologist for months, I do a good match, then everything goes back to the same as alway)

His friend is quiet for a second, before saying "Creo tengo una idea para sacarte de la mala racha" (I think I have an idea to get you out from the losing streak)

"Tú estás mal de la cabeza" Ferran tells him once they are on his friend's car after dropping off Gavi, the other shakes his head. (you are sick in the head)

"Que va, tú hazme caso. Lo que te falta a ti es una buena follada para liberar estrés" (no way, you pay attention to what I say. What you need is a good fuck to release stress)

"¿Una buena follada con tu novia?" he asks, unbelieving, Ferran is sure Pedri is on weed or something. (a good fuck with your girlfriend?)

"¿Por qué no?" (why not?)

"¿Y que pasa si ella no quiere?" (and what if she doesn't want to?)

"Lo hará. Si escucharas las cosas que dice sobre ti no tendrías dudas. Que si estás cachondisimo que si no se que" (she will. If you heard the stuff she says about you, you would have no doubts. That you are so hot, and more that I can't remember)

The two boys arrive to the house you share with Pedri and Fer, though the midfielder knows his brother to be out with some chick. They hear your low humming and feel the delicious smell of whatever you are cooking. You are distracted when they see you, dressed in Barça's shirt after having to miss the match to study, it's big on you and hides the shorts that Ferran guesses you are wearing. You dance around the kitchen to the sound of Quevedo and Pedri has a giant smile on his face as he watches while Ferran struggles to keep his eyes from your ass. You were indeed only wearing panties under the blue and red shirt.

"¿Te la pasas bien?" (having fun?)

You spin around on record time and are on your boyfriend's arm as soon as you recognise his voice, lips meeting his as you congratulate him on their win, you get off him and also embrace Ferran in a not-so-tight hug and give him your congratulations too.

"¿Tienes hambre, Ferran? Hice suficiente comida para todos" (are you hungry, Ferran? I made enough food for everyone)

"Tiene hambre, pero no de tu comida" (he is hungry, but not for your food)

Ferran hits his friend to shut him up as he laughs, you give them a confused look but choose to ignore your boyfriend's idiotic comments.

It is not until you three are sat eating dinner, when Pedri's plan reaches your ears and you understand everything.

That is how you end up like this, on all fours as Ferran pounds into you from the back, Pedri is sat on a corner watching everything while pumping his dick.

It's impossible for you to contain your moans, your boyfriend's best friends dick reaching incredibly deep inside you, almost kissing your cervix as he brings you in closer by the strong grip on your waist.

"¿Qué tal te vas sintiendo, Ferran? Ella parece que bien" your boyfriend comments, watchful gaze on your forms, how your head is buried by Ferran's hand into the pillow, but not even that can quiet the angelic noises coming from you. (how are you doing, Ferran? She seems to be having fun)

"No entiendo como la dejas sola ni un momento, con lo puto apretada que está, parece que estoy en el cielo" (I don't understand how you even leave her alone for a second, with how fucking tight she is, it feels like I am in heaven)

"Una buena folladita por la mañana y por la tarde y vas tirando. Después de los partidos fuera, hay que recuperar" (a good fuck on the morning and afternoon. After away matches you make up for it)

Pedri's grip on his own dick tightens too, but his hand doesn't compare to the real thing as he watches Ferran abandone your insides, spin you around, your eyes on each other and mouths meeting, your leg on the boy's shoulder, making you let out a scream when he again slams into you. From Pedri's position, he can see your eyes filling up with pleasure tears, your nails bury into his friend's back, surely leaving marks that won't go away on the next few days. Ferran's lips meet you neck, sucking on it, he too wants to leave a mark, Pedri doesn't mind, one hickey doesn't even compare to what he always leaves on you.

You watch Ferran through your teary eyes, you are in a haze, can't really manage to think straight at all. You look down, watching as his cock slams repeatedly into you, how his abs clench, as do his thick thighs that you have always drooled about -all with Pedri's permission. He reaches down again to make out with you, his chain moving as violently as his hips do, the cool metal buries into your chest as he lets go of your leg, his big hands on your ass picking you up and seating you on those thighs you love so much, still pounding into you as hard in that position while also helping you ride him, moving you as if you were a ragdoll as your moans get louder and hold into his strong shoulders.

You eyes meet Pedri's, he winks at you and you clench when you see his cum all over his strong stomach and thighs, still pumping his dick in a slower matter, Ferran groans at your tighter self, the sound getting you closer to the edge until you finally let yourself go, making everything wetter than it already is.

You can feel Ferran's balls clenching under you as he trembles, he too is close, you reach down and massage them, that makes it for him. He gives you the last few thrusts, stronger than any before and cums deep inside you, you are glad you are in birth control. He trembles as you hop off his dick, your hands massaging his chest up and down to help him come down from the extasis of his orgasm, he was ashamed to confess it had been a while since the last time he had one from another person and not his hand.

"Ayúdala a limpiarse, ¿no?" Ferran nods with gone eyes, his thighs still tremble, yet not as hard as yours, he struggles to stand up, Pedri stops him "Con la lengua Ferran, así es mejor" (help her clean herself, no? With your tongue Ferran, it's better that way)

The boy nods, strong hands gripping into your thighs, keeping you in place as his tongue licks from you hole to your clit, lips wrapping and sucking on it as you can't help but move around. One arm wraps around your waist, the other leads his fingers into your hole, pushing in whatever cum has come out, pumping once or twice, you are so sensitive that you cum again in no time. Ferran separates as you push his head away from your clit, he places a kiss on your cheek and falls down next to you.

Pedri stands up, and walks towards you two "Descansen qué ahora me toca a mi follar y tú por la boca" (rest that's it's now my turn to fuck and yours in her mouth)

That night is a long one, your bed is a bit small for the three of you, but you make it work. The next morning there are promises to repeat the experience, no bad performance from Ferran needed as an excuse, but now know that if the bad performance continues, Ferran will for surely attend this therapy asides from the one with his psychologist.

Needless to say, maybe Pedri was right about the whole thing, as the next match Ferran starts in, he leaves the field with a goal and an assistance on his back, the whole Internet praising him as the hypocrites they all are.

That night, the three of you celebrate, the therapy will for sure continue.