capri

ferran x pedri x fem!reader

Chapter 2

here’s chapter 1

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plot: ferran and pedri fight over you, but then they realize there’s a better idea. reader goes to stadium, gets noticed there but she meets them again in the hotel gym.

warnings: +18 mdni, smut, jealousy, hair pulling, making out, pinv, light breath control and a lot more.

please note that english isn’t my first language so i am really sorry if there are mistakes or if my writing isn’t that good :> enjoy!!

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“Just stay away from her okay?” Ferran said, he was trying his best to act like Pedri did not just admit to want him.

“wow you’re really an idiot, she’s never giving you a chance” Pedri provoked him at this point. It resulted to Ferran yanking him by his jacket and pushing him back a little bit.

“i said stay away from her Pedri, do not test me”

And just like that, they separated that night, they were avoiding each other.

On the other hand, you chatted with some people who had few common interests with you such as the topics you take in university, books, sports and all. Until Ferran appeared again.

This time, he did not speak to you or even address you. He just existed there, close, without saying anything. He would just steal glances from time to time, checking if you were good, or if you were looking at him too.

And you were. Your gaze would flicker between him and Pedri who was a little far from you, and was already impossibly close to another woman. And by the time Ferran notices them too, his jaw clenched like he was trying to break his teeth. Wait, what?

The realization just hit you like a rock to the head. Ferran was pissed off, because Pedri was flirting with someone else. You felt dizzy at the thought, what game were they playing with you then? Why were both of them having a tension over Pedri approaching you? Were they using you to prove something?

You seemed to get lost in your thoughts.

“excuse me, my lady, do you want to go a more private place?”. A voice came, it was the same guy you were having a chat with for the past ten minutes, you knew he was flirting with you but you didn’t really care, or mind it. He seemed decent and until now he was being respectful. Before you could answer, someone else did.

“go fuck around somewhere else kid”. It was Ferran, what the hell? It wasn’t enough that he ruined the little chemistry you had with Pedri, now this?

“i’m sorry, he’s a little drunk. don’t mind him” you tried explaining to the man, clinging onto his arm to leave.

“i’m not drunk, i’m fully sober and i’m telling to get your hands off of her or i swear i’ll break that bottle on you”. Ferran threatened impatiently.

At this point, there was no reason to try with the guy, he seemed turned off by the whole interaction and left immediately.

“are you crazy?” you addressed Ferran.

“yes perhaps i am”

“you definitely are, what’s your business with who i sleep with? Did i ask you about your business with Pedri?”

That seemed to trigger him and he shifted in his place, immediately going to defensive mode.

“i have no business with Pedri, we are close friends, that’s all”.

“Really? you think i’m stupid?” you looked into his eyes, refusing to look anywhere else, meanwhile Ferran was definitely avoiding your gaze.

Pedri appeared again.

“what guys i leave you for few minutes and you start flirting behind my back?” He said sarcastically, but his words held truth to them, though.

Ferran was avoiding Pedri’s gaze too.

You were sitting on a sofa, Ferran next to you and Pedri behind both of you, standing.

His hand moved slowly until it was on your hair, he was stroking your head slowly, gently. It felt so comfortable.

Ferran looked up at him, then at you.

You didn’t realize when did you start to feel like you want this, or when did the thought even cross your mind, but you moved your leg a little, putting it over Ferran’s.

The both looked so good in this lighting, both with soft hair and flushed cheeks, looking back and forth between each other and you.

God.

And they understood the assignment right away, Ferran was slowly massaging your leg, while Pedri’s touch felt more, serious? not the gentle one he had seconds ago.

And what got you clenching your legs a little was the way they were looking at each other while touching you.

It felt like a challenge, like they were proving something to each other, and to you.

Ferran’s breath was growing visibly heavy as Pedri’s hand dropped down to your cheeks, then jaw and neck, exploring you.

Then he stopped.

“i’ll be in my car if you wanna join me”.

And then he left.

You looked at Ferran, he was looking at Pedri’s figure until he disappeared, then he looked back at you.

He refused to look anywhere else, hand still going up and down on your leg.

“do you wanna go?” he asked.

You nodded, embarrassingly fast. And that’s all it took for him to get up and take you by the wrist, following Pedri.

You approached his car, Ferran opened the door for you, pushing to the passenger seat, then getting in the back seat.

Pedri immediately started the car and drove to his house. The ride was silent, just low music playing from the car. You were doing your best not to look at Pedri, or to the back at Ferran.

Turns out his house wasn’t that far, Pedri parked after few minutes of driving and looked at you.

From the way he was looking at you, you could tell he was hungry. He wanted this really bad, and so did you. Before you could even think of anything, he dragged you by the wrist to his apartment. The second the door closed, Ferran was on you, kissing you like he has been deprived for weeks, while Pedri gently took off your jacket and started kissing your neck from behind, both of their hands were everywhere on your body, touching up and down.

Ferran’s kiss was not gentle at all, it was aggressive, like he was trying to claim something, to prove something to you. And you kissed him back with your all. Hands around his neck, pulling impossibly close before getting turned around by Pedri. The way they were taking turns on kissing you, the way their touches and kisses were so different yet both ignited something in you.

“are you happy now, pretty?”. Ferran said, and oh his sound at that exact moment.

“you got us both to yourself, two pretty men ready to be on their knees for you, is that what you wanted?”.

You couldn’t even answer, because everytime you try to open your mouth, Pedri would shut you with a kiss, and Ferran’s hand holding your hip was making you dizzy.

They led you to Pedri’s room.

“shit, i never thought i would be fucking a woman i want so bad on my best friend’s bed, whom i want so bad too”. Ferran was being sarcastic and serious at the same time.

“just shut up Ferran, let us take care of her, hm pretty?”

“we’re gonna fill you up so good, gonna make you live that little fantasy you’ve been dreaming about, right Ferran?”

“yes, do you want this, pretty? do you want us?”. Ferran asked, and it went straight to your core.

You nodded multiple times, earning little laughs from both of them.

Piece by piece, they removed your clothes, all while kissing and biting you. Pedri stripped himself too but Ferran was still in his clothes.

“wait we didn’t even taste her, Pedri”. Ferran said, and in one motion, he gently pulled you and layed on down on your stomach.

They both got on their knees, between your legs. Both sucked your pussy at the same time, giving you insane sensation and a desperation for more. They were licking you, and basically making out on your pussy and you swear you could feel yourself ascending to heaven. But the sight, though?

The two hot men you’ve been thinking about all night, making out on your pussy?

You let out too many moans for someone only getting started, they were moaning too.

“fuck please more. You whinted. And that earned your a bite on your inner thigh.

“shh baby we said we were gonna take care of you”. Ferran said, and went back to devouring you, while Pedri slipped a finger inside you, giving you seconds to get used to the feeling before adding a second, curling them and moving them in and out of you.

“that feels good?”. They were both murmuring this while eating you out, messy words, messy thoughts.

“i’m so close-“ you moaned, gripping Ferran’s hair.

They didn’t stop, and you felt something growing inside of you stomach, seconds later releasing on their tongues, and they both were fighting who’s gonna get the last lick of your release. Ended up with both licking at the same time, and kissing each other to taste you more.

“on all fours baby”. Pedri said with his deep voice.

“i need to watch you two first baby, i need to feel jealous”. You both looked at Ferran after he said that, then slowly, you were on your knees and arms.

All you could do was nod and moan, looking up to see Ferran sitting in front of you, looking back and forth between you two.

Gasp.

The air got knocked out of your lungs the second Pedri entered his cock in you. You could feel him slowly adjusting himself.

“don’t worry baby, it going to fit. Just relax yourself for me”. His voice sounded heavenly.

He slowly started moving in and out of you, gripping your hips to feel you deeper.

Meanwhile, Ferran caressed your hair, helping you to get a better view, getting rid of the mess on your head because of your bangs.

“look at you pretty, so pathetic, too much dick?” he said.

“but you’re taking it like a champ come on”. You didn’t know if he was making fun of you or if he was praising you, but it either ways you wanted more.

Pedri didn’t stop at all, and you were getting pleasured like you’ve never had before, that caused you to let your head down, earning a smack from Pedri.

“don’t look down, look at him”

“maybe you should pull her hair, hm? it’ll make her more focused. poor pretty girl, getting fucked so good she can’t even keep her pretty face up.” and as Ferran said that, Pedri pulled your hair, making your look up, still pounding you so good.

You looked so pretty fucked out like that, looking at Ferran with those needy eyes like what Pedri was doing wasn’t enough.

with that, Ferran took and thumb and caressed your jaw, then your lips.

“open, pretty”. He ordered and you did, you opened your mouth and sucked his finger like it was his cock.

“shit Pedri, she’s so good, pet her come”.

Pedri’s thrust became more rough and focused as he made it his life mission to reach the deepest he could. You had your second orgasm. Pedri was groaning, he was close too.

“good fucking girl”. He said before coming too.

The speed Ferran flipped you over with was insane, he took off his clothes in a speed of light.

“i can’t i’m too sensitive”. you said.

“you can pretty, you can, because i said so. Isn’t that right Pedri?” He looked up at Pedri.

“yes baby, let him hm?”

“can i, pretty?”. He asked again, oh god.

“yes, yes ferran please”. You pleaded after seconds, he drew circles on your clit. and you gave him the most needy expression ever.

“fuck”, he cursed as he slowly slid into you, kissing all over you, lips, neck, breats, stomach and then he started thrusting. Pedri in the meanwhile, leaned forward to bite your neck, not just a small hickey. He bit, and you moaned the loudest moan this night. You couldn’t handle the feeling of Ferran inside you AND Pedri biting you. He would wait four or five seconds with each bite before releasing, then licking the sport, as if apologizing.

Ferran on the other hand, was in another world. He was sweating and going in and out of you with the nastiest pace ever.

Pedri wrapped his hand around your neck. Not enough to choke you, but enough to make your breath hitch and beg for more.

“fuck, fuck fuck pretty, do i make you feel good? do you still want him?. The jealous tone in his voice was unmistakable, but oddly hot, and Pedri chuckled between the bites.

“yes Ferran, please fuck-“

“you’re so pretty, i’ve never seen such a pretty fucked out face like this in my life, don’t you agree Pedri?”

“mhm” Pedri didn’t answer him and just hummed in your neck.

You felt tears in your eyes, then you blinked three times, letting them fall down.

“please Ferran, i’m so close-“ You cried out.

He took his hands and place it on your lower tummy, slightly pressing and feeling himself in there.

“God, pretty i can’t feel myself in here, you feel me too?”

You nodded.

“please Fe-“ you couldn’t answer the question, because Ferran started speeding up, while Pedri was sucking on one breast and pinching your other nipple.

“come on come on my cook pretty girl”

and you did. He did too, both letting out loud moans while pedri rushed to get his fingers on your juices. He straight up licked his fingers after that and gave you a slight kiss.

Then he moved to kiss Ferran. Well they weren’t just kissing, the were having the nastiest make out ever.

“let’s clean her up, yeah?” Ferran proposed after they broke off the kiss.

Oh god, how did you even end up with such two sexy men.

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pedri x ferran x fem!reader

Chapter 1

here’s chapter 2

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plot: ferran and pedri fight over you, but then they realize there’s a better idea. reader goes to stadium, gets noticed there but she meets them again in the hotel gym.

warnings: nothing in this chapter, just jealousy, tension.

this is my first ever fanfic, english is not my first language, i hope you enjoy it!

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Today was the world cup final, spain vs argentina. You didn’t really care who won, you just went there for the vibes. It was a rough match with spain dominating and it ended with them winning. The stadium went crazy with chanting and screaming, for both spain and messi, the way everyone was happy in the team was incredibly lovely, but the best part was the awards part. You sat there watching spain get their world cup and you stayed until the very end when people started leaving the stadium.

You did not completely leave because you were waiting for your friend who was a translator for the Spain team, so you somehow had access to the private closed places they would be interviewed in, you entered and you took a seat, away from too many people.

Everyone was messy, the sounds were unbearably loud and most importantly, everyone knew each other so you could not really interact with anyone not even your friend, and you somehow felt like it was disrespectful to scroll on your phone while everyone was happy and doing something, so you just watched the room. How Spain players would hug each other every two seconds, laughing and joking, waiting for their turns to be interviewed. It warmed your heart how friendly and lovely they were to each other, so you gathered the courage to ask some of them for pictures.

What you didn’t expect is that it would end up with you having pictures with all of them individually and even with the whole team in one picture, except for two. Ferran and Pedri, they both took one picture with you with both of them in the same frame as you. They seemed super friendly to each other.

You thanked all of them, congratulated them on the win and went back to your seat. Minutes later Ferran appeared next to you. He didn’t speak to you, didn’t even look at you but he was there, in a chair next to you, scrolling on his phone.

He kept shifting and movin in his place, you couldn’t tell if he was going to say something to you or if he was uncomfortable.

“are you alone?” he spoke after a while.

The way he said it caught you off guard and you went silence for a bit before answering. You were used to being around famous people because of you friend but you never cared enough to learn how to speak to them, or if you should be honest or lie your way out of the conversation.

“I’m waiting for my friend” , you responded trying not to seem to invested in the conversation.

“oh, does she work here?” , he said.

“Yes she’ll be here in a bit, can i help you with something?” , you did not mean to sound mean, but you did, and before you could explain yourself, he interrupted you

“uh, nothing really just chatting i think?”

“sorry i didn’t mean to sound rude, i just-“

“you could make it up to me by giving me your number hm?” he interrupted you again.

“sorry i have a boyfriend”

“do you? is he as handsome as me?” , he was clearly being sarcastic, you can’t tell if he thinks you’re lying or if he actually don’t care that you have a boyfriend,

“come on, at least let me leave my number and you can call me if your boyfriend ever messes up” , he was definitely being serious now.

You were about to respond but then you saw your friend approaching you, you got up fast and hugged her a hello hug.

You tried informing her with your expressions to leave right now without asking any questions, and she caught up quickly, guiding you by hand to the exit.

“What’s wrong?” , she asked.

“Nothing, i just got a little anxious being around too many people, how were your interviews? did they go well?”.

She went on and on about how great the spanish players were and how she wasn’t nervous around them. You listened to everything she said, she worked so hard for this.

You guys went back to the hotel you were staying at, you had separate rooms since both of you had different schedules.

The rest of the day went normal. Morning came and you woke up, nothing new, breakfast, a little time on the balcony then gym.

But today’s gym session wasn’t usual, because the second you got there you saw Ferran again, and Pedri. They were the only two from the team that you recognized. And in that moment you wished that you didn’t book a hotel for fancy athletic people who are passionate about going to the gym.

The gym wasn’t exactly quiet but it wasn’t loud either, slight music playing, with not so many people working out. You were already in your training clothes so you just put your bag in the changing room and got into it.

No matter how much you tried ignoring it, you could always feel Ferran staring at you, or even catch him in the mirrors that were covering every wall in the gym.

“Hey there, again?” , he said approaching you, towel on his shoulder.

He looked good, really good. You found yourself staring at his broad shoulders and exposed arms, then up to his neck, and finally to his stupid grinning face that’s looking at you in an entirely different way now. He didn’t seem like he was trying to hide his intentions.

“do you have another reason to dismiss me today?” , he asked.

You didn’t say anything, or maybe you couldn’t. What does a one even say to that?

“come on, i promise you i’m not a creep hm?” , and before he could say anything his friend, Pedri joined him.

“you guys know each other?” he asked, too direct, not even a hi.

“we’re about to, right pretty?” Ferran tilted his head looking between you and Pedri.

“i’m sorry i told you i have a boyfr-“ and before you could continue, he interrupted you, he seeme to have made a habit out it.

“we both know you don’t have a boyfriend, or even worse you actually don’t care if he’s alive or dead, am i right?” Ferran was teasing but the way his words had truth in them offended you, you didn’t want to hear it like that, out loud, from a stranger.

“Just leave her alone she clearly isn’t interested, Ferran” Pedri said, he seemed like he wasn’t in a good mood, neither was he buying what his friend is doing.

“We have a long day ahead let’s get off the gym for now”. He added.

Throughout all of this, you didn’t say anything, you just kept looking between the two of them, their cheeks flushed after training, sweaty hairs and foreheads, they looked incredible. You did not even realize that you were staring until they said some goodbyes and moved away. What the hell?

On the other side, their side. Pedri wasn’t exactly happy, but Ferran couldn’t tell why, neither did he care. Pedri was always like this whenever Ferran would flirt with someone.

“do you think she has a boyfriend?” Ferran asked.

“are you kidding me now? she clearly does, besides do you enjoy torturing people?“ Pedri responded, trying to sound less angry than he is.

The day went by, followed by days and days, you went back home. The interaction still playing in your head sometimes but most of the time you would just try to brush it off.

You were curled up in your bed, you phone buzzed and a message from an unsaved number.

“hey, you probably don’t remember me but i’m sorry about my friend the other day” . That’s what the message said, and you swear you could feel question marks being visible around your head, huh?

“i’m Pedri by the way”

the second message made sense in your head, you had completely forgotten that Ferran had a friend with him, because all you kept thinking about was how he was insisting to get your number.

This is weird, you thought.

“how did you get my number?” , you immediately sent it without thinking twice.

“that’s not something hard in my world”

you didn’t respond so he added:

“we are throwing a party, don’t worry about crowd, it’s absolutely private and only full of people who mind their business and know how to keep a secret”.

you still haven’t responded yet, trying to process what’s happening when he added the details and the place of the party.

You hesitated a bit, but eventually realized that there is literally no reason for you to not go.

You and Pedri kept texting for few days before the party, you couldn’t help but to wonder if Ferran knows about this, though.

The weirdness of the situation was hard to ignore but the wisest thing to do was to wait until the party and see how they would both act around you and with each other.

The day of the party came, you somehow had an idea of what you wanted to wear and what you wanted to look like. By the time you finished putting on makeup and your outfit, it was almost time to leave the house.

You worse a brown cami tank with golden chain necklaces perfectly layered, paired with a mini jeans skirt with a belt, and cowboy boots. Your accessories were mixed between silver and gold and you put on the sexiest perfume you owned.

After a while you entered the place Pedri texted you its location and it was definitely something you didn’t expect.

It was a perfect mix between cozy and slutty, and before you finished admiring the place, a voice came into your ears.

“what are you doing here?” Oh God, it was Ferran, he doesn’t know.

“I was invited by a friend” you quickly said, sounding a little defensive.

“friend? i don’t recall that anyone who’s gonna be here today is a mutual friend between us…?” , he sounded genuinely confused, there was no way he was faking it or teasing.

“hey you there! you actually came!” A new voice joined in, Pedri.

You forced a smile and nodded. It felt like a disaster would happen if you said anything so you just decided not to.

“What? what’s going on here? since when do you know each other?” Ferran asked, and oh, he was definitely getting irritated.

“Well some of us can approach women without being total creeps” , Pedri teased.

The tension between the three of you was unbearable, Pedri seemed proud of himself, Ferran was visibly annoyed, and you… you felt like you were used to get here. What was going on? Were you some kind of bet? Why would this happen to you out of anyone? Do they hate each other? Is Pedri trying to prove something?

All of those thoughts got cut off by Pedri asking to show you around the place, and you just followed.

He showed you their smoking space, karaoke space, introduced you to some friends and finally led you to the bar, but he excused himself saying he will be back later on because he had some stuff to do. So you just ordered a drink and relaxed in your seat.

Few people were going and coming back to order drinks, you felt amazingly invisible, until Ferran joined you, again.

“how do you know him? did he hit on you?” he asked.

“we just got in contact somehow, we talked from time to time that’s all”

“do you like him or something?”

“why do you want to you? First you were weirdly fixated on my boyfriend and now you want to know about my love life again?” you scolded him.

“i’m not i just- just forget about it okay? i don’t wanna know anymore” . He was being dismissive but it was obvious how much he was acting, he does in fact want to know.

“you look beautiful, did he at least tell you that?” here he goes again.

“oh trust me i get told that i’m pretty all the time you don’t have to be petty about it”

“of course you do, of course” he murmured.

“excuse me did you say something?” you asked.

“no”

He got up intending to leave the seat

“i have stuff to do, see you later”.

And he immediately went searching for Pedri. The latter was found chilling with some friends in a sofa.

“Pedri get up i need to talk to you” he ordered, sounding so impatient, and yet, the tone didn’t express how furious he was.

He led Pedri to an empty place and without any warnings he pushed him.

“what do you think you’re doing, asshole?” Ferran said.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about”

“oh you do know Pedri because this is not your first time acting weird towards someone that i like, how did you get to her? how she even approve talking to you? huh?” Ferran was going and going about his questions and accusations.

“You just can’t accept that she likes you, Ferran. Are you even jealous about her? or me?” Pedri said sarcastically.

“What the fuck did you just say? Why would i be jealous you’re talking to someone?”

At this point their faces were insanely close to each other, the tension could cut someone’s skin. They took turns with looking into each other’s lips. For a while they didn’t say anything.

“You’re an asshole Pedri, you’ve always been like that towards me, i don’t get why you wouldn’t do the same to the other team members? why is it only my stuff and people that you want?”

“What if it’s not those that i want, but you?”. When Pedri said that, his heart was beating so fast against his chest, his ears were heating up, he thought that even Ferran could hear his beats and feel the heat from him.

“Oh please not with those mean jokes again, are you trying to get me, Ferran Torres, to admit that i like you? my teammate and friend since forever?”. Ferran was definitely being embarrassingly defensive. It’s not like he was lying, he was saying what he was feeling. Because he never admitted that he is attracted to Pedri to himself, never allowed himself to even think about it, so to him, it was just unresolved tension that had to do something with jealousy that’s related to football.

End of Chapter 1. Here’s a song with this vibe.