𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 ★ pedri gonzález

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚, pedri

❝ wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts. ❞
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Coming back home from that game, I don't feel like anything I usually feel at all. I'm mad, I'm disappointed, I'm really fucking angry.

Yet, I soberly went down on Olive and nothing or no one will ever take away the taste and pleasure I felt.

She didn't actually do anything to me, however, just touching her alone, I could feel myself cumming in my shorts.

What happened after that was just, even more unexpected I think. This whole evening did not go as planned at all.

Luckily, the guys managed well out there without me and Olive for a little. Vitor had scored a goal making the final score two - zero for us.

I received a yellow card at the end of the game from the ref for walking out like that, and a well earned yell from Xavi.

Walking away from the game was a dumb move. Yet, I can't really say I regret it because if I hadn't, I wouldn't have tasted Olive again.

In the post match debrief, I kept looking over at Olive who tried to avoid eye contact. I'm not sure whether or not it's because of the conversation we had or because of Ale's comment of 'Why does it smell like sex in here!?' when he entered the locker room first and we immediately shared a look he noticed.

Fortunately, the rest of the guys entering and invading the scent with their horrible sweat made it go away.

Xavi kept talking for a good while, especially in the end when he spent a good five minute yelling at my ass.

I tried to focus with him, taking in consideration the fact that he was completely right and I shouldn't have let my anger take over me.

But right beside him was Olive whose hair was messed up and cheeks completely red. In addition, she was wearing my jacket that was able to cover up the hickeys I left over her neck.

I should've just let her stay in her coach shirt and let the world know that she was mine. I tried not to seem too proud as I kept sharing my glances between my coach and my other 'coach'.

When it came to be her turn to talk, she didn't elaborate as much as she usually does, wanting to get out as fast as possible.

She mostly criticized our defense that was apparently lacking a bit and next time we won't be lucky enough that mistakes like that will be ignored.

She completely ignored my ass, even though I kept looking at her with admiration and proud. She just yelled a 'Stop staring!' at the end as she walked away.

"What the hell happened to you out there?" Gavi asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I don't really want to spread the word around even though I know I can trust Pablo.

He's been my best friend since forever. But it's still not a subject I want to bring up right now.

I do want to bring up something else since I'm so fucking proud of it and I can't really explain it truthfully to anyone except Pablo.

Isa, Olive and Paul left before us in my other car — still haven't bought their own goddamn cars — and now, Pablo and I are just leaving. "I went down on Olive." I spit out.