𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, olive

❝ i know it's for the better. ❞
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He doesn't even take one second before pressing his lips against mine.

He pushes me against the wall and kisses me with a bruising force. I reciprocate immediately, my hands keep moving up and down his back.

One hand in his hair, tugging and pulling at his curls while the other's on his back, under his shirt.

He feels me lift his shirt so he pulls back and takes it off before connecting our lips again. Now feeling his lean chest and back, I'm in a frenzy.

His hands travel down towards the back of my thighs and he easily lifts me up. Needing air, I pull away but I can still feel his lips on my neck doing God's work.

I tilt my head back to give him better access. Due to the blissful feeling, I don't even realize he started walking towards the bed.

Instead of dropping me on the bed, he carefully lays me down and moves to rest on top of me. God I love kissing him.

He parts away from me to remove my top completely, then begins placing wet kisses down my neck again.

I arch my back, bringing myself closer to him as he easily finds the sweet spot behind my ear that makes me moan.

I break away, and push him away by touching his bare chest. "Fuck, no. We're not doing this right here, right now. My brother is under the same roof." I stop us from going any further, thinking through.

"Otherwise we would've gone further?" He asks something I'd rather not think the answer of. I don't know if I would've stopped it.

I definitely want it. But it'll have a huge price to pay. "I don't want to think about it, Pedri..." I mumble looking up, his head just above mine, looking down at me.

He doesn't move at first, staying on top of me as he stares me down, in his own world, lost in his thoughts.

I am so falling for this guy and it's so fucking scary, I don't even know what to do at this point. "Okay." He whispers back after a couple of seconds of staying still.

He slowly climbs down and walks to the bathroom to get his shirt he threw away at first. I watch as he walks away, his back just as attractive as any other part of his body.

I so regret stopping this already.

He bends down and grabs it. Turning around, I get a glimpse of his abs and v-line. Pedri González has literally the v-line.

It's so fucking hot, I just wanna place my finger on it and trace all over it, until it reaches the end and just fucking, play with him.

"Stop staring at me like that or I'll climb on top of you and finish the job." He supposedly threatens but I debate whether or not to look away.

Slipping the shirt over his head, I get disappointed. "Olive, I'm serious." His tone clearly is. I look up from his stomach to his eyes.

He looks back at me, confused as what is supposed to happen now. I don't even know, honestly.

Argh!