𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚, olive

❝ you kiss my face and we're both drunk ❞
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smutt warning! (i know it's barely the first chap but if u read midnight rain, you'd know why) if ur uncomfortable u can just skip to the part 2nd part of the chap that's divided by multiple points.

2026 World Cup

"What. The. Fuck. Are. We. Doing?" I mumble in between kisses as we enter Pedri's room, not being able to keep our bodies away from each other.

"I have no idea, Larsen." He mumbles in return as he removes my jacket and drops it to the ground recklessly.

I'd say we're both pretty drunk right now.

"Isa would probably kill us if she knew what we're doing." I tell him, breaking our kiss.

"She fucked my best friend first." He points out, referring to the fact that my best friend who is his sister, is dating his best friend.

"Fair enough." I look for any excuse to have his lips on mine again. I in return remove his jacket before we both drop on his hotel bed.

His lips feel so good against mine. Especially when he slides his tongue in. That man really knows his way around a woman's mouth.

He swirls his tongue against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I pull him closer to me, feeling his crotch against me.

"God, at least hide that erection of yours, González." I tease, pulling away from his lips, my hands still grabbing the neck of his shirt, I'm not letting go anytime now.

"Shut up." He says, crashing his lips on mine again.

I swear to God this better be the best sex I ever had or I'll just shoot myself right here.

I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands slipping around his neck. His hands slowly find my butt. His lips slowly move from my lips and to my neck making me swallow hard.

"Remove that dress of yours." He orders, and I listen. I remove the dress, leaving me in my bra. He smirks down at me, knowing anything he told me right now, I'd listen to. And I'm sure he'll be taking advantage of that because no fucking way is sober me going to ever let him touch me again.

He goes back to kissing my neck, slowly going down until his lips meet my breasts. I bite back a moan, as he slips his hand under my underwear."God, you're wet." He comments when two of his fingers get in contact with my clit.

"God, you're hard." I comment back, smirking.

He slides his hands back up, before licking the two fingers that were in, doing it all while keeping eye contact with me, enjoying the power he has right now. "You gonna keep on gloating or fuck me?" I stare.

"You have no idea." He replies, pulling down my panties. He adjusts himself in between my legs, placing both his hands on a thigh each.

My eyes roll back, head lulls back, still biting back my moans, as his tongue works magic against my clit.

"Don't hold in your moans, Larsen. I wanna hear you." He murmurs before his tongue overcomes my pussy earning a very loud moan from me, "That's it." My back arches like a cat and he takes this opportunity to unclasp my bra. "Take it off." And so I do, throwing it to the ground.

He opens my legs wider, taking his own space before trailing a hand up my body, his fingers flicking my nipples. He's eating my pussy like no tomorrow, my orgasm dissolving into pleasure.

He moves off my pussy, coming back for my mouth leaving me wanting. "Good fucking girl." He groans, our lips brushing together as he admires my wetness that begin to drip down my thighs.