Best Mistake ︱Pedri González

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I woke up in Pedri's apartment, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. I turned over, seeing him still peacefully asleep beside me. His face was relaxed, a little smile tugging at his lips as if he was dreaming about something sweet. Today was his birthday, and I was excited to spend the day together — but first, I had a surprise for him.

Quietly slipping out of bed, I tiptoed to where I'd hidden his presents, carefully wrapped and tucked away in his closet. I sat back down on the bed and gently nudged him awake. "Feliz cumpleaños," I whispered, grinning as his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning," he mumbled sleepily, his voice low and raspy. He rubbed his eyes before looking at me with a lazy smile. "Is that for me?"

"Yep," I said, holding up the bag. "Happy birthday, Pedri."

He sat up, pulling me into a quick kiss before eagerly reaching for the bag. "You didn't have to get me anything," he said, but I could tell he was excited. He opened it, his eyes lighting up when he saw the Prada cologne. "I love this scent," he said, pulling me closer to kiss me again.

"I know you do," I teased. "But keep going, there's more."

Next, he pulled out the pair of cleats I'd picked out. "New boots!" He grinned wide, turning them over in his hands. "These are sick. I needed a new pair, gracias."

"And then..." I watched him pull out the clothes, and I couldn't help but giggle. "Some clothes that aren't skinny jeans because those are ugly," I teased.

Pedri rolled his eyes, laughing. "You really hate my skinny jeans that much?"

"Absolutely," I said, shaking my head with mock disgust. "But the best part is last."

His eyes widened when he saw the watch. "Luciana, this is... wow," he said, slipping it onto his wrist. "It's perfect."

"I'm glad you like it," I said, leaning in to kiss him again, my lips lingering on his. "Now, let's get ready. We've got a whole day ahead of us."

We spent the afternoon wandering through the city. Pedri took me to some of his favorite spots, little hidden gems in Barcelona that I'd never seen before. We stopped for lunch at a cozy café and shared stories, laughing and enjoying each other's company like old times. I couldn't help but feel happy about how the evening would unfold.

Later, we went back to our apartments to change for dinner. I slipped into the nude silk two-piece I had bought: a corset with delicate lace details and a matching skirt. It hugged my body perfectly. Pedri arrived to pick me up, looking at me with a smirk that told me he approved of the outfit.

"Wow," he whispered, pulling me in close as his eyes roamed over me. "You look... incredible."

"Thank you," I said, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "Let's go, birthday boy."

Dinner was amazing. We went to a fancy restaurant in the city center, and Pedri tried to insist on paying, but I was firm. "Absolutely not. It's your birthday, I'm paying."

"You really don't have to," he tried again, but I wasn't budging.

"I'm paying, end of story," I said, giving him a playful glare.

He laughed, finally relenting. "Okay, okay. You win."

The whole time, I could tell he had no idea about the surprise party. Everything was falling into place perfectly. As we finished dinner, I asked casually, "Wanna come over to my apartment? We can, you know... celebrate properly."

Pedri's eyes darkened with desire, and I could practically see the thoughts racing through his mind. "Oh, definitely," he said, his voice low. "Let's go."

On the drive back to my apartment, Pedri's impatience was evident. His hand slid higher on my thigh, his fingers teasingly close to the hem of my skirt. I tried to hide my amusement as he leaned in, his lips brushing my neck.

"You're really worked up, aren't you?" I teased, smirking as his breath hitched.

"Can you blame me?" he muttered, his hand squeezing my thigh gently. "You're driving me crazy, Luciana."

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. He had no idea what was about to happen.

We got to my apartment, and the lights were off. Pedri walked in first, and as he flicked the light on, the room erupted with shouts of "SURPRISE!"

His teammates, friends, and coaches filled the room, all cheering and clapping. Pedri's face was priceless, his eyes wide in shock. "What the fuck?"

I couldn't help but laugh as he turned to me, his jaw still dropped. "Did you plan this?" he asked, looking around at everyone.

"Of course," I grinned. "Happy birthday!"

Ferran came over and clapped him on the back, laughing. "We've been planning this for weeks, hermano!"

The night was full of laughter, games, and lots of cake. Everyone gave Pedri gifts, and he looked genuinely touched by all the effort everyone had put in. We sang happy birthday, and by the end of the night, the room was buzzing with joy and excitement.

As the party started to wind down and people slowly trickled out, Pedri pulled me aside, his eyes filled with affection. "Thank you for tonight," he whispered, his hand slipping around my waist. "It was perfect."

"You're welcome," I said, leaning into him. "I'm glad you had fun."

But as everyone finally left, I could see that look in his eyes again. His hand slid down my back, fingers grazing my skin as he whispered in my ear, "You know, we never really got to do what you suggested..."

I felt a shiver run through me as his lips brushed my neck. "Oh, is that right?" I teased, my voice low.

His hands slid around my waist, pulling me against him as his lips found mine. The kiss deepened quickly, his tongue slipping into my mouth as his hands began to explore. He unclasped my corset with ease, his fingers brushing my bare skin as he slid the fabric off me.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

He leaned down, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it as his hand cupped my breast, massaging gently. I gasped, my body arching into him as he continued to tease me, his other hand sliding lower.

 His hands slid lower, fingers hooking into my panties and pulling them down slowly. I bit my lip, my breath coming in shallow gasps as he began to stroke my clit, his touch gentle but firm.

 I moaned softly as he began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. "Pedri..." I whispered, my breath coming in short gasps as pleasure built inside me.

He undressed quickly, his eyes never leaving mine. He grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer, rolling it on before positioning himself over me. Slowly, he pushed into me, both of us letting out soft moans as he filled me completely.

The rhythm of our bodies synced effortlessly, moving together as the pleasure built higher and higher. Pedri's hands roamed my body, his lips finding mine again as we got lost in the moment. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, our moans filling the room.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips, his voice raw and full of emotion as we reached our climax together.

"I love you too," I gasped, holding him close as the sensations overwhelmed me, my body trembling against his.

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other, the room quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Pedri kissed my forehead softly, his hand gently stroking my hair.

"This was the best birthday ever," he whispered.

I smiled, snuggling closer to him. "I'm glad. You deserve it."

LMAO I js saw Gavi's story making fun of Hector's hair😭😭😂