𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄, pedri gonzález

𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚, olive

❝ where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me. ❞
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7 months later

"By the way, we all heard you two last night." Ferran pats Pedri's back as he passes between me and Pedri.

My mouth drops open, embarrassed. "Oh God" I hide my face with my hands, my cheeks turning red. Thinking about it, I was pretty loud.

Pedri's just laughing. Yeah, fucking man ego. He grabs my waist and holds me closer to him as we walk. I keep my head down. I did not need this.

He caresses me as we walk. He then places a kiss over my head. "I hate you!" I hit him, my hand leaving my face and onto his stomach. "I told you to go softly!" I claim.

As much as I enjoyed last night, I now have to deal with the fact that most of the boys on this team heard me yell over and over again Pedri's name while releasing.

"You didn't stop it though." He points out.

"Because I needed to cum, I couldn't stop it." I excuse myself.

"I made you cum real good, didn't I?" He grins, happy with his work. Well, obviously he should be, he's fucking great in bed it makes me cry. But he should really lower that ego of his before I hit him.

I groan. "Shut up."

It's time to take our separate ways now. I'm supposed to get on the field and sit while he should wait in here until the players are called out.

I give him a quick kiss on the lips. "Good luck, baby." I smile before he lets go of me and blowing me a kiss as I walk out.

I make my way to the benches. Walking out, a couple people on the strands notice me and start yelling my name.

I smile to myself but try not to get distracted by their cheers. This might just be the most important match of my career. This is the UCL finals.

We arrived in Milan yesterday morning. The boys have been training non stop for this. And I've been analyzing every single El Classico and Real Madrid matches from the past years.

I've got notes in my head for every single player, — opponents and our players — their highs and lows. I've gotten their technical strategies completely understood and memorized.

I can basically predict every single move they're going to do before they do it. I spent the morning with the men for three hours giving them all jobs and an overall overview of what they should expect from them.

Ansu fell asleep while I talked so I let him get down and do a hundred pushups. And I called Isabel to come down and sit on him.

Xavi is pacing around nervously around the box. I come up to him and stand near him. "They're gonna do great. Come on, relax a bit." I try to calm him down.

"Yeah, okay." He hears me out and joins me on one of the chairs. We sit on the sidelines, everyone excited but stressed out at the same time.

Except Lamine, that guy has been dancing since the morning. I don't get it but it relaxes him so, let him do him.

My heart is pounding in my chest as I watch our players take their positions on the pitch.