Footballer Oneshots and Imagines (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Pedri Gonzalez (FCBarcelona) - What Stays In The Camp Nou

Requested: on tumblr
Prompts: 32) "Keep the jersey on."
50) "Stop teasing."
Warnigs: smut, s€x in public (???)

Walking down towards the dressing room of the Camp Nou, the ear piercing sound of the barça team was the only thing you could hear, and that is taking into account the fans were still in the stands singing. The team were celebrating their most recent win at home and what better way to do it than run around singing.

As Pedri was celebrating with his teammates, his girlfriend Y/n was making her way to the dressing room like she usually did after a match, but by the time she got down, the players had all been inside, so she stood outside and after a few minutes, the first few players had started to leave. She smiled and congratulated each of the them as they walked out and in turn, they thanked her, telling her Pedri would be out soon enough. It wasnt until Marc and Frenkie walked out that Pedri was alerted thatshe were there. "Hey, Pedri! Y/n is out here waiting!" Marc shouted. "Yeah! Hurry up!" Frenkie chimed in, both of them laughing. "Thank you boys, and congratulations again." She smiled as they walked off. A few second later, there her boyfriend stood, happy as can be. "How long were you out here for?" He asked. "Hello to you too, Pepi." She chuckled. "Hello." He said as he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. "But how long? It's freezing out here."

"Only like twenty minutes."

"They're all dying tomorrow." He joked as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck. She hummed. "And you can explain to Xavi why he's a few players short." Pedri's hand fell to her hips. "I'll go grab my bag and I'll be ready, is that alright amor?" She nodded and pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, a soft red mark staining them. "Alright, go get ready." Pedri disappeared once again. More and more of his teammates left, even his own manager and the physios had left, yet he was nowhere to be seen.

"Pepi? Are we going to leave or not?" She called, her voice echoing. "Amor, in here." Y/n walked inside the dressing room. It was quite messy. Jerseys thrown on each pedestal, some lockers not even closed. She looked away from the mess and over to her boyfriend, still red and sweaty from the match now thirty minutes ago. "Are you serious? I want to go home, babe." She groaned. "No, no not yet. I want to have some fun." He stood up and walked towards his girlfriend. She watched at the light hit off his sweaty torso, showing off his toned abs. She looked back up to his face, seeing the all too familiar look in his eye.

"Here?" She asked. Pedri grinned and pulled her closer, kissing down her cheek, eventually to her neck and kept kissing at her sweet spot. Her lips fell apart slightly as a shakey breath left. "The dressing room?" She asked. He pulled away and nodded. "The showers, princesa. No one looks there." His hand took hold of hers and began pulling her towards the showers, slowly but surely. "You're crazy." She smiled. "It wouldn't work if I wasn't." They finally rounded the corner. His hand held either side of her face and kissed her hungrily. "Take off your jeans and panties." She did it carefully as to not break the kiss that she very much loved. "Good girl, now turn for me." He whispered. She quickly turned, facing the tiled wall in the shower. She felt her boyfriend hold onto her hips and not long after, she felt him slowly but surely thrust into her. Her head fell back as she adjusted to his length. "Are you alright?" He asked, beginning to thrust for a second time. "Wait, my jersey-" Her hands reached for the hem of the shirt, but Pedri grabbed her hand to stop it.

"Amor, leave the jersey on." He murmured into her ear, his thrusts going deeper and deeper. "If it gets you going this much, I should wear it more often." He grinned at her words. "Just don't turn the shower on and I won't have a problem." His lips left hers and travelled to the crook of her neck, a moan escaping her lips. "You have to be quiet mi vida, the cleaners will be coming soon." He whispered. "So we have to be quick too, Pepi." She rasped in response. Pedri looked at her, his eyes now somehow darker. "Completely correct as ever." It wasnt long before she felt her boyfriends fingers drawing patterns around her hips, then delving down towards her clit. Her face softened as he flicked it, rubbed it, played with it. "Stop teasing." She whimpered. "Vale." His words sent a shiver down her spine. She loved it when he spoke Spanish, especially during sex. He pulled out and spun her so she was facing him. "Jump." She did so, and he pushed right back into her, the pace being the same as before. "Pepi?" He looked up and kissed her chin. "Yes, princesa?" He asked. "Faster, please." He of course did as she asked, he wasn't opposed to it anyway. She hissed at the mix of pain and pleasure from him going faster. "You like?" She nodded and smiled down at him, her lips latching onto his again, leaving a pinkish tint. "I love." He chuckled.

"Alguien ahí?" Pedri quickly reached for the on button and turned the shower on, the hot water drenching his back. Y/n looked at her boyfriend angrily as her blue and red shirt now turned darker as the water fell. "Hola? Quien es?" The person asked again. "Es Pedri. Tardaré un minuto. Solo me estoy duchando." His lips fell open with the euphoria of what was happening. Him, in the Camp Nou, fucking his girlfriend at the risk of getting caught. It was so dangerous and that made it all the more exciting. "Por supuesto, lo siento. Volveremos más tarde."

"Gracias." He listened as the squeak of the trolley slowly faded into the distance before picking up the pace once more. "Fuck my shirt." She groaned. "You have a jacket." He replied, his head buried into her shoulder as he continued to fuck her. "We need to be quicker." She smiled. "You said it, not me." Her smile faded as her mouth fell open once again. "I'm so close." He whimpered, that was enough to start the build up in Y/n's abdomen. "Pepi." She messed, her fingers tangling and pulling at his hair. "Por favor, princesa." With the Spanish and him going deeper with every thrust, Y/n reached her high with her legs shaking and her moans muffled by biting into her boyfriends shoulder. She eventually lifted her head up and kissed him tenderly. "Do you think we're ready to go yet?" He chuckled. "Well you're not dressed and I'm soaked." She said. "I can tell." She slapped his bare shoulder before he chuckled and pulled out to let her back down. "I can barely fucking stand." She muttered. "That's how you usually like it." He laughed. "Not at the Camp!" He pressed a kiss onto her cheek. "I'll be out in a second. Just wait."

The fans screamed as they saw the "it" couple coming from the stadium. Y/n and Pedri held hands and interlinked their fingers as they walked through the Camp car park, cameras flashing all around. From what the fans saw, Y/n had told him a funny joke and he laughed, but from their perspective, something a lot more dirty was said. "Do you think they know we just fucked?"