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Coach III

Player: Pep Guardiola Words:5900+ Summary: After spending the night together at his hotel room reader/female-footballer and Pep have a proper goodbye at her hotel room the morning after. After, they try to navigate their lives post their one-time affair. Warnings: Infidelity, Angst, Smut, Spanish without translation A/N: This is the final chapter of the Coach series. Fun to write, but hard to finish. Fun fact: I wrote most of it last month and I had predicted Man City would win the treble and they did. I tried to up my game with the smut on this one (it's not my forte but it's fun). Thanks to all who read it.

Part 1 Part 2 ----

It was partly cloudy and colder than the day before. That day had been perfect in almost every way. You had slept with a man you had a crush on forever, being around and with him intoxicating but also it was easy, and the weather had been nicer and hotter than usual. That next day you didn’t know what to expect but you were happy even if the slightly cold breeze outside put you in a bit of a mood.

You heard a knock on the door while you were finishing packing up. It felt a bit like a deja vu, remembering the last day at the hotel for the football camp, except this time you know it’s him and you already got what you wanted. You were almost skipping over to the door knowing who it was behind it. There he was, Pep Guardiola, when you opened the door. Black cap and sunglasses on, white shirt, black jacket, and black pants. “Hi. Did the paparazzi see you in this outfit?” you said trying not to laugh “Hilarious” he said sarcastically, smiling “Get in, Hollywood” you moved to let him in.

He looked at you and seemed to scan your whole body with his eyes while the passed next to you. “I like this skirt you're wearing but isn’t it a bit cold for that today?” he said when he walked towards the bed to sit on it. He had noticed that you were wearing a short skirt that seemed more of a summer piece, and it seemed at odds with the cute sweater you were wearing. “First of all, nice to see you too and second of all, I’m not wearing it so I can wear it outside, I’m wearing so you can fuck me while I’m wearing it” you said while you approached him and sat on his lap with your back towards him. You had your pants lined up in the seat in front of the desk in your room, those were for later, you had this all planned out. If a goodbye was going to be had this morning, it had to be a physical one and fun too.

He took his sunglasses and hat off, put his arms around you, giving you a hug, holding you tight, burying his face into your back in between your shoulder blades. “Woke up in that type of mood?” he asked. You put your arms over his to hold onto the moment. His lips sprinkled kisses on your back and the back of your neck, exposed by your ponytail. “Yes, I did” His hands opened up as you let them go, and they went under your sweater to find your breasts,no bra in sight. You panties were already collecting a pool of your juices. That is the power he had over you. He held your breasts and squeezed them gently. “You want to get fucked, do you?”. You placed your hands over his hands, groping them too. “That’s why I’m here”.

“Stand up and let me see you” he said in a low voice. You did, happy to please, and turned around to look at him, smiling, swinging your hips side to side in small movements so that your skirt moved with you. “You lil’ flirt” he said as he reached for your thighs, going in between them immediately, touching your wet underwear. He stood up. “Always so eager,” he said as he looked straight into your eyes, “already wet”.

You reached for his pants searching for his visible tented crotch and said “You know how you get me going”, your clothed cunt already tingly and damped, no filter between your thoughts and words. He reached for your sweater and pulled it off while you raised your hands. Your free tits called to his mouth and he bent himself to kiss each one, with a small bite at the end that left you groaning. He went for your mouth, impatiently kissing you, opening your mouth with licks to receive his tongue inside. He pushed you back lightly, as you both moved in synchronicity towards the wall where a full body mirror hung. Your body felt light and warm. “Turn around” he said as he stepped back to look at you. You found yourself looking at yourself once you did.

“You see that beautiful woman?” he asked as he pulled up your skirt and look a the light blue satin barely covering your ass,

“Yea?” you said looking at him though the mirror

“She’s asked to get fucked” he said pulling down your skimpy underwear to your knees

“She did?” you asked feeling more excited with every action he took “Yes. Do you think she wants it enough?” he said while running his fingers up and down in between your folds.

You let a small whimper, “Yes, please, yes” taking off your underwear completely.

He slipped one finger into you, going in and out slowly, making you moan instantly, you were already so needy for him. He pumped his finger into you with a steady force. “Pep… more” you said between moans. He added another digit into you, this time going faster. His curved fingers stretched you a bit more, making space in between your walls, coming out even wetter every time he moved them out to put them in again. ``` “Do you want to watch me fuck you, baby?” he said, fingers going in and out while he looked at you in the mirror. “I want you inside me” you said in a breathy voice, pleasure choking your voice just from his initial touch. He came behind you and pulled his pants and underwear down and off to get lined up with your wet core. Meanwhile, you separated your legs more and flexed your ass towards him. He rubbed his desperate cock against the wet lips of your hole, making your need for him bubble up even more, “Don’t tease '' you pleaded. He thrusted slowly in once, and then once more, you both let out curse words as he did. He kept going, filling your pussy up, his cock slick and shiny from you, faster and harder as if he wanted to hear your moans like the night before.

“You look so hot, Y/N, your pussy drives me crazy” he said as his hands went up to cup your bouncing tits, eyes on you in the mirror.

“That pussy is yours, pound it all you want” you said, almost whining, barely able to talk. He was hitting it in a way that you couldn’t figure out but you felt wave after wave of pleasure and satisfaction in being fucked in a way no man had before. He held your breasts with a firmer grip and pounded harder into you making your slapping skins make noises.

“Oh, my fucking god!” you blurted out

“That’s right, my pretty girl loves this cock inside her”

You loved how he always said sweet praises in between obscenities, you couldn’t get enough of it. You could barely can keep your eyes open from getting fucked so well, but you focused on the mirror and how hot it was to see him fuck you, he looks directly at you, mouth partly parted “Let’s go to the bed” he said, as he pumped it into you one more time and got out, leaving you mid way on a clench. You want to keep being full of him, so you rushed to the bed, leaning on it, arm opened wide to recieve your favorite man in the world at that very instant.

His warm body landed directly onto yours, lips on lips, hard dick on your toned stomach. You were so impatient for him it felt like he moved in slow motion. You smiled as he gave you a sweet kiss. “Get it in already” you said softly. He pulled you down, took your skirt off, and guided his slow hands up your legs up and over your body creating a V shape where he slipped in so happily between. He filled your core with his hard cock as you asked, with moans and grunts filling the silence in the room and you couldn’t help but wonder, How did I get so lucky? You looked up at the man you idolized as a young girl and thought was the most handsome coach in the world. There he was pinning you down with your feet in the air getting properly fucked by a dick you saw going steady and hard into and out of you. You kept looking at him enter you. You just smiled at him letting out small sounds when the friction of his cock stretching you out was overwhelming. He noticed your smile and smiled while biting his lips “You love it, don’t you? Me inside you?” and not waiting for an answer he went to drown your low moans in his mouth. He kissed you so slow and deep, while hips were still thrusting towards and into you, slow and hard, hitting a sweet spot. You grabbed his chin and cheeks to reciprocate the kiss and said “don’t stop, Pep, fuck”. He kept going hard but not as slow, as your words had encouraged him even more, he was ghosting your mouth and panting over you, his sweet warm breath hiting you “Eres otra cosa”. He stopped, leaving you whining. “Turn around for me “ he said and he let your legs come down, and helped your body move, impatient hands forcing you to land on your belly. He didn’t have to say anything, you popped your ass up and his cock found its way in between your slits and inside your core quickly like a ballroom dance couple, smooth and gracious. He did not go slowly this time, he fucked you hard, hands on your waist grabbing you firmly. He then freed a hand to grab your ass and slapped it. The sting of the action made you let out a loud moan. He hit it again and again, “You wanted to get fucked? You’re going to get fucked, hermosa”. You turned your face to see him, this was putting you over the edge and you needed to see him. The warm knot building in your stomach and pelvis was about to explode, and your pussy started clenching. He squeezes your ass and says “This is mine tonight, and I’m going to come all over it” and kept fucking you hard and deep, you felt his cock entering you, throbbing, he was close, you were close. You let an “Oh, baby, fuck” before you lost complete control as your body starts shaking, you were screaming his name and obscenities you can’t remember saying later, as he himself takes two more pumps in and got his cock out to come all over your buttcheeks while he curses and groans. You feel the stream of hot cum land on you while you come down from your high. You let your head down and look at the wall, out of breath, while you feel a piece of cloth clean your ass and a body land next to you, fingers walking all over your back. You were both panting, turned to each other, looked at each other, captivated by each other and how you can make each other feel when you’re together.

“How am I supposed to go back home after having you?” he said

“That’s exactly why you have to go back to your hotel” you said mimicking him

“You fucking clown” he said while you were giggling

He pinned you down and peppered your neck with a trail of small kisses.

“Just admit it” you said

“Admit what?” he stopped to look at you

“You’re going to miss me” you said with a sly smile

“ I am going to miss…this mouth” he said as he laid a kiss ok you lips “and this body, and you”

“Holy shit” said Maria Llompart in the dressing room “Villareal is playing Man City for the quater-finals of La Champions, they just announced it” looking at her phone. “I’m fucking coming to that game when they are here. We don’t play that day”. Your mouth was completely open, Pep? Here? You thought.

It had been a couple of months since you both left your hotel, giving each other a long hug, both running your hands through each others back’s in the elevator as it went down. “Thank you for coming, querida”, he gave you a small kiss on your hair. You squeezed him one last one. “I’ll miss this, this was fun, coach”. He laughed incredulously at the fact that you still called him coach, and shook his head. With a step back and smile you were ready to say good-bye. The elevator opened up. ‘Text me when you get home, good-bye Y/N” he said looking down, glasses and hat on, “Bye” you said looking at his back walk away from you. He headed for the hotel door while you walked to the front desk. You got in line with your small luggage, and you watched him walk away. You were feeling a bit of melancholy because this is never going to happen again. He had made it clear, and you never saw yourself as a woman who broke up a marriage, but this night made you doubt you could ever find someone to connect with as much. There he was walking out of the hotel, and probably your life. He looked back once by the automatic opening doors, you gesture a small kiss in his direction, unsure he had seen it, while he kept walking. “Y/N, home to Y/N!” said Maria, taking you off from your head “You think you’ll go? I know you love City”. You closed your mouth and swallowed, your mind going a hundred miles per hour, you hadn’t talked since you last saw each other and only texted twice very frienzoned messages. “Fuck, yes! I’m going”

The game was about to end, on a 1-1 tie, with one game to go at the Etihad. You hadn’t told Pep you were there but you thought he would think you might be there. You already had asked some staff when you got there about being near the dressing rooms to possibly getting to say hello and you had the green light. You decided to text him so he would see your text when he was back in the dress room.

<I’m here. Let’s say hello?>

You were so nervous but also confident this was going to happen. You were going to see him in person. No matter what. This is how everything with him happened, when you were determined. Maria was looking at you,

“Hey, weren’t you in that summer camp thing with Pep? You think I can meet him?”

“We can try”

“For real?”

“Yea, we actually get along”

“Are you friends or something?” “No, but he might see us. He’ll remember me. He liked how I played” You surprised yourself at how well you could lie. You didn’t plan on Maria tagging along, but you were going to take it and run with it. Your phone vibrated.

<Quick hello> he replied

“Let’s go and ask”

You talked to the staff hanging out around the visitor’s dressing room, and waved to one of Pep’s staff, Carles, you recognized coming out from the dressing room. “Hostia! Y/N!” he said walking towards you, came to greet you. “Hola! Buen juego, cabrones. A ver si les metemos dos o tres en Manchester” (Hi. Good game, fuckers. Let’s see if we put 2 or 3 in at Manchester). “Sigue soñando. Pep está adentro si lo quieres saludar” (Keep dreaming. Pep is inside if you want to say hi”) “Le dices, por fa? Para eso vine, y a presentarle a mi compañera del Villareal, Maria, es muy fan”(You could tell him please? That’s why I came over, and to introduce him to my teammate, Maria, she’s a big fan) you said while letting out a small laugh. “Ya vuelvo, no te vayas” (Be right back, stay here). You signaled Maria to come over

“It’s happening, Carles is getting him”

“You’re a legend, Y/N”

“You’re a dork, Maria”

“Sorry, I’m a big Pep fan”

“I know. Me too, I get it” You heard murmuring and shuffling of bodies in the background. Maria’s eyes opened wide. You turned around. “I couldn’t believe it when Carles told me you were here.” said the soft and raspy voice “Hello Y/N” “Hi, Coach!” you responded. You didn’t know if to go for the hands, a hug or kisses on the cheeks, but before you could make up your mind he gave you a kiss on each cheek and a small hug with a squeeze of the shoulder at the end of it. “Good to see you. How are things?” “Things are…great. Villareal is doing well, I think we might get into Champions by the end of the league. Speaking of Villareal” you turned your body to Maria “ This is my teammate Maria. We came together to see you”

“Hi, Mr. Guardiola” Maria said with a shy smile stretching out her hand “Call me Pep. Nice to meet you Maria” he said shaking her hand

“Nice to meet you too, Pep. Great game today”

“Not as good as I would have liked, but the guys did well”

“Well, Villareal at home is always tough. It’s just a fact” said Maria “Indeed it is” said Pep “And is everything okay with you in Manchester?” you asked Pep, trying your hardest to make the conversation just a bit longer so you could be around him, breathing the same air, even for a minute more.

“Yea, family is well, kids are healthy, team is adapting well, closing in on Arsenal. Barely sleeping. Same old” said Pep, looking at you. “Good. I hope we beat you though”

“Oh, I thought we were friends”

“You were wrong” you said as you smiled and winked at him

Maria giggled “Oh, coach. She’s really competitive” “Yes, and hot head. I remember” he said putting his hand on your arm “ I have to get going, but it was good to see you, and nice to meet you, Maria”

“Have a good night, coach Pep” said Maria.

“Bye Y/N” he came in for another set of kisses and subtly squeezed your waist while he was at it

“Bye, Pep” you said nodding and smiling

On your way to your cars Maria was nerding out on what just happened “I’m going to tell everyone at training! He was so nice! That was so cool!” your younger teammate wasn’t playing it cool, fangirling the whole way back.

“He usually is nice, unless you piss him off” “Did you ever piss him off at camp?”

“Just once, don’t recommend it”

“What did you do?”

“Well…” What the fuck were you supposed to tell her? That you told him you had a crush on him? And he told you to back the fuck back to yout hotel room. No. “ I didn’t do exactly what he told me to do in a training exercise”

“Oh! Sounds like a coach” Maria stopped walking “Here’s my car. See you tomorrow at training!” said Maria, giving you good-bye kisses.

“See you then”

Your phone was going off in your bag “Coach P” was calling you. Your felt your whole body jump. Why was he calling you? “Hola?” you answered

“Where are you?” said the voice on the phone “I’m in the staff parking lot, getting in my car. Why?” “Which one is your car?”

“It’s a blue electric Benz? What’s going on?” “Nothing. Get in the car, I’m coming over” he said and hung up You almost ran the 10 feet left to get to your car, got in, turned on the radio, the AC, and put on some 2010 indie pop mix to calm your nerves, the things you would listen to as a teenager when you had a mad crush on a boy. The type of boy that wouldn’t like you back because you always were better than him at football. They were mad at you, intimidated by you, and hated that you would look so good in a dress too. Now, this boy did like you back, but you already knew you weren’t going to get him in the long run anyway.

The passenger door opened and Pep sat down. You lowered the volume of the music, and stared at him trying to figure out what is going on. He moved his whole body towards you and without even settling down he blurted out “You can’t come see me ever again, Do you understand?”

“What? Why? I didn’t mean anything by it, Pep. I was just saying hello to my colleague”

“I’m not just your colleague and you know that” he said in an annoyed tone

“I just wanted to see you, say hello” you said.

Your mind was trying to catch up to this conversation. What had you done that was so wrong?

”I can’t think straight when you’re around and I don’t want any trouble. Our thing is done” his voice had a weird tone about it, and you coudn’t pin it. Somwhere between anger and desperation.

“Well, that’s not my fault, I don’t control you” you shot back as you were getting a bit annoyed at him ”I wasn’t asking for anything. I asked you if I could see you before we went to try to see you”

“I didn’t know I was going to regret it, I’m just letting you know now, let’s just avoid each other in the future, okay?”

This fucking man, you thought. You felt the mad heat coming over you, but didn’t want to lose your temper but you felt he was being really unfair to you.

“Let me get this fucking straight” you said as you turned your body towards him as well “you’re annoyed at me because you like me? That’s fucking dumb, are you five years old?” you finished, glaring at him.

He pulled you by your shoulder towards him, with one hand, and planted a kiss on your lips. He took his other hand on the back of your neck while his lips were desperate and sloopy on yours. Lips, tongue,saliva, teeth, everything, all of it, coming fast and decisive over yours. He wanted, needed more. And you let it. You let him kiss you, grab you, touch your breasts. You let it because you wanted him as much as he did you, even more perhaps, your hands resting on him. He made you feel an ache, a want in your being no one else did. He didn’t know but you couldn’t shake him or what had happened between you. You had a few dates with different men in the couple months after your one time fling, but everything felt so subdued after, like looking through a blurry filter. It didn't feel the same. Even the sex felt different, passionless, bland in comparison.

You felt his grip on you losen, and his kissing calming down, like he was slowly letting go of whatever idea or feeling that had made you the target of his desires. He finally sat back, separating himself from you. You both stared at each other. “I have to go” said Pep “Pep…” you wanted to say something but just couldn’t figure out what to say. There was nothing to say. There was nothing there but the wish of something that can’t happen, won’t happen.

“...it’s better if we don’t see each other again” he said “It’s not like this with anyone else” you said with a bit of sadness, realizing what you wanted to say, while looking at your dashboard. “Like what?” “I don’t ever feel like I do with you, with others. I don’t know. This connected” you said trying to explain what the post international break had felt like. “I know...but we’ll be all right because we’re doing the right thing”

“Right” you said with dissapointment

“Time will make it better, like anything. That you learn with age” he said while putting his hand over yours. You caressed the side of his hand with your thumb.

“At least text me every now and then, like we’re friends” you said feeling a bit desperate to have something to hold on to, to look forward to.

“We’re not going to be friends, but, I think I can do that. The texting”

“I wish you didn’t come here, you just ruined my fucking night” you said pouting and looking to the side, you didn’t want to look at him anymore,

‘“You and your pout” he said. He gave you a small kiss, a hug and whispered “Bye, dear Y/N”

You kissed his neck “Bye, Pep” He got out of the car and walked back to the stadium. You felt like you were out of air, like someone had let something rip inside your lungs and deprived you of that which gave you life, but you turned the music on and headed back to your apartment. You sang the whole time trying to not think about what just happened. But when you got home, got ready for bed, and laid on it, you looked up at the ceiling and thought about everything that transpired, tears came out on their own. What an idiot, don’t cry, you thought. You closed your eyes to force yourself to sleep and forget it ever happened.

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“Vamooooos, hostiaaaaa!!!” screamed Patri running up to you celebrating the fact that you had just won against Manchester City Women in the quarter finals of the women's Champions League at the Etihad. You gave her a high five after screaming all the way to meet her. You looked around at all the blaugrana shirts near you with happiness, then looked up to see the sea of sky blue in the stands. He should be here, and proud of you.

You had gotten the call from Fc Barcelona Femení in May of the year before, apparently you were one of the last signings they started working on for the summer. They talked to your agent and then coach Jonathan called you. You tried to keep your cool during the call but you were ready to scream “Yes, Yes! Of course I’m coming this summer, this is my dream” but you just said thank you to the coach for his call and hung up. You called your agent and shouted at him “You have to make this happen!!!” and he did.

The day of your presentation Pep texted you with a simple <Welcome to the best club in the world. Congratulations. You deserve it>

You replied <Thank you 💙❤️. You helped me get here, this is yours as well, in a way. Thanks for your advice and support. 💓>.

You only texted each other at the end of the season when he won a domestic double and the Champions League. You texted him to congratulate him each time, you saw every City game you could. He replied with Thank you and nothing else. Quick texts wishing each other good luck when the season started and on your birthdays, both in January.

So, there you were, the whistle blew at the Etihad. Fc Barcelona Femení had beaten Manchester City Women 1-3, and your new team was going to the semi-final. You were in the visitors dressing room, just got out of the showers, getting dressed, putting your jacket on when you heard

“Y/N, someone is looking for you, just outside the dressing room” said one of the staff

“Who?” you asked

“They told me not to tell you, but, it’s someone you want to see, I swear” they said smiling.

“Oh,” you said. You knew. It had to be him. “I’ll be right out”

There were a couple of people in the hall outside the dressing room, you could hear his raspy voice from afar, talking to a Barça staff member. You walked over to him, hair wet, black baggy pants, an Adidas halter, a thick jacket over it, and Adidas shoes. He looked in your direction.

“Hey,” you said when you were near him “were you the one asking for me?” and smiled

“Correct. Nice to see you Y/N” said Pep

Andrés from the Barcelona staff excused himself to make way for a conversation he clearly wasn’t invited into. You looked at Andrés walk away until he was far enough from you for you to talk freely “You broke your own rule, Guardiola,” you said referring to his request to not see each other in person anymore.

“I heard you have a boyfriend now, I think we’re safe, no?” and gave you a tight hug and hello kisses. “You were great out there” he said as he took a step back, giving you pats on your shoulder. What he had heard was right. You did have a boyfriend and a serious one. You had been dating him since the fall and it was the middle of March now. You met him through one of the Femení staff members, he was a friend of one of the physios. Ander was Spanish, well, Basque, originally from Santander but lived in Barcelona. He had just turned 31 years old in December, and worked in physical therapy. He was sweet, attentive, made you laugh, liked football and working out, surfed sometimes, and had great chemistry with you inside and outside of the bedroom. He was just a bit taller than you, had dark hair, olive skin, fit physique, your type. He tried hard to make you fall in love with him during your short courtship and he always tried to make you happy. He fell hard for you and you for him. You had zero complaints. You found joy in being in love and feeling desired without shame or guilt.

“Thanks. It was a good match, I think we did well”

“You did well, Y/N. The growth is there. Keep it up. I have notes but I’m sure Jonathan and the analysts will tell you”

“Thanks, coach, I’m sure they will. Had a good time out there”

“Stop calling me coach”

You chuckled “Thanks, Pep. It’s good to see you…” you paused trying to decide if it was okay to say what you were thinking “...you look good, you look happy” he had a twinkle in his eye he didn’t have the last time you saw him.

“You too, beautiful too, actually”

“That’s sweet of you” you replied looking down feeling a bit embarrassed by his compliment

“How are things with the boyfriend? Are you….connected?” He had remembered your words, and you knew exactly what he meant, you had thought about that last conversation so many times it almost felt like a movie in your head. “Yes, as close as it can get to...um…before. It’s good” “Hm” he nodded and scratch his head

“How about you, with your wife?” “It’s going great, actually. We kind of had a respark after a certain someone wasn’t around anymore”

“I bet… connected too?”

“Same as you”

You nodded “Are you happy?” he asked

“Yes, I am.” you said smiling “It was a bit rough after last time at Villareal and the move to Barcelona was crazy but I’m great now. You?”

“So so great” Pep looked over your shoulder “‘The barça cameras are coming over”

“Oh, fuck” you said without moving

“It’s fine, just keep talking” “So, anyway, when I subbed Aitana she said watch out for the number 7, she’s gonna kick the shit out of you if you don’t move fast enough”

“Ha! Laura is a tough defensive midfielder, I’m not surprised”

You could see the flash going off while you were talking “Pep. Y/N. Excuse me. Can you look over here?” asked Laura, the photographer, interrupting.

You turned around and smiled for the camera, he went to stand just next to you, getting close to each other, arms behind each other’s back. Laura took a few photos, “That’s great, good, thanks”. “All right, I gotta go, but I’m glad I got to see you” he said while patting your back “You too” you said as you caressed his back lightly. “Pep can we get a few more pics with Alexia and Aitana? They just stepped out of the dressing room!” asked Laura

“Of course! I want to say hello to the Balon D’or winners'' he replied

While he mingled and took photos with your mythical teammates you stared at the scene smiling. He looked over at you a few times noticing you had not moved. You thought about how he had made you feel before and how that was just a memory now. You still liked him but not like before. You had found what you wanted and needed elsewhere, but couldn’t deny that what had happened between you too had impacted how you felt about relationships and connecting with people. He was now just your childhood hero and teacher, in more than one sense. You were always going to be linked somehow. He said goodbye to Alexia and Aitana and walked towards you one more time. “Send me the picture when you get it” he said softly grabbing your shoulder before walking down the hall. You walked to the dressing room, and before going in you looked back to see him leave one last time.

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Two weeks after you sent him the photo Laura took he sent you a picture of your picture together framed on a desk. Your picture was side by side with players that had played with him, like Kevin De Bruyne, Ruben Dias, Joshua Kimmish, Leo Messi and Iniesta.

<Now you’re with all my kids> said the message accompanied the photo

<Yes, yours is the extra special one>

It felt like you too would always have each other present in each other’s thoughts, but nothing more.

“Babe? Food is ready. Do you want to eat now or wait a bit?” said Ander from the kitchen

“Now is fine, babe” you replied and walked over to look at what he had made. “This smells amazing, Ander!”

“I gotta keep my girl healthy and fed, she has to win La Liga F, Champions and La Copa de La Reina”

“You’re such a dork,” you said with a chuckle “love you, I’m sure it’s delicious ” and gave him a soft kiss on the lips.

“Yo también te amo, bonita,” he said “now, could you pass me those blue plates on your left side?”

Domestic bliss fit you well, made you feel understood, taken care of. It made you happy. It turned out that sometimes what you need is not necessarily what you want. You now understood why Pep could never let go of his own domestic life, no matter how intense the two of you felt together. That was momentary and this was long lasting. Pep didn’t know, but you also had the photo of you two together framed in your apartment, next to the one with the girls from Barça femení and a pic from the day of your Villareal debut with your parents. With the special ones.

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The Coach

Player: Pep Guardiola Word count: 2,9k+ Summary: Reader is a fem football player who signs up for a 3-week summer clinics camp with Pep Guardiola and his staff. She starts developing feelings quickly for Pep, as she always had a crush on him. At a party on the last day of camp, while in a drunken state and feeling she has nothing to lose, she decides to confess her feelings. Warning: Angst, Smut, Infidelity Authors note: I had this in the back of my mind for a long time, so, I skipped over other stories I had started and wrote this as quickly as I could (which was not that quick at all, it got accidentally deleted halfway through writing, meh). I have the second part in my mind as well. I don't know if I'm ready to share it though, it goes against the sanctity of marriage HAHAHAHA

Edit: Part 2 Part 3

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Pep Team Summer Camp and Clinics for Professional Female Footballers. That was the title of the email you received from your agent, “You need to get on this! Let’s sign you up?” the body of the email said. You didn’t think twice. You loved the idea of working and learning from Pep Guardiola and you knew he was never going to coach a women's team. This was your chance. “Yes, sign me up!” Fucking Pep Guardiola, fucking Fc Barcelona player, your dream club. Villareal was an amazing club to play for, a growing team but Barca was your goal. Plus, you always thought Pep was charming and handsome, you always had a lil’ admiration crush on him, it would be cool to finally meet him.

On week one of the clinics, you were progressing and getting along with both staff and other players. You shared your room with a girl from As Roma’s team,Valentina, you would communicate in English because it was your only language in common. You had a good time with her, always chatting and joking around a bit before going to sleep. You spent your Sunday off together, went to the beach and around town in Barcelona, where the camp took place.

Pep had already noticed you that week, you saw him staring at you in the last two days and had his staff come to give you extra challenges or exercises, and had them pass the info back to him. You only talked to him twice, you think both times you held your breath the entire time you weren’t talking. By the end of week one, he asked to have a private meeting with you, he wanted to see what type of person you were, your goals, your drives and passions. You spent 30 minutes talking, he was really easy to talk to, his dry sense of humor and sarcasm had you cracking up and you learned that you both like cinema. You told him about your Italian movie collection, he liked Spanish and indy American movies.You told him who your favorite players of all time were. You told him your goal was to end up at Barcelona, play at the Camp Nou and win titles so that eventually you could also get a spot in the National Team. The whole summer clinic camp, if not worth for the footballing value, had been just worth it to have this time with Pep. You found that you actually really like who he was and that made him even more attractive in your eyes. You had noticed the lil’ mannerism he had and made him more likable. You replayed your conversation over and over in your mind during the next couple of days. You didn’t know why, mainly fangirling, you thought to yourself. You couldn’t stop thinking about it.

On week two Pep was now talking to you directly during the session at the end of the day of the day, where you would have mini games in groups of 7s. He would call you to give your instructions or correct something you had done, most of the time he would be animated and loud and touched you when talking to you to enphasize what he was saying. Sometimes he would talk closer to your ear, especially when it was a correction, he would be so close to your ear you could feel a bit of his hot breath hitting you, his Catalan accented words floating into your ears. By the third day he was calling you to give you instructions your already agitated heart would skip when he signaled for you to come, and when he was talking to you while you nodded you felt your nipple harden and you core get warm, you almost zoned out to concentrate on his tone coming to your ears “Y/A, you understand, yes?” he asked

“Yes, coach”. You knew thoseinteractions weren't anything special, nor reserved for you, he did it with a few players, the best ones, you could tell that was the dynamic of the clinics. Your teammates were talented players and you were proud to be considered one of the best among them. You were 23, you weren't one of those freaks who were already stars at 21 like Claudia Pina, but you knew you could be great, amazing, if you kept working and fighting for it. Pep seemed to agree. “Real good work today, kid” he said at the end of the session on the fourth day of the second week and gave you a big hug with a few pats on your back, “Thank you, coach” you said as you side-hugged him back and smiled. “Keep it up” he said while walking away and complementing other players.

By the third and final week you felt that Pep was closer to being a colleague or a friend than just a coach, he had the chance to talk to him with other players and staff during lunches. They all joked around, and shared stories. You couldn't stop smiling when he was around, he probably just thought you were a person who always smiled for no reason. Two days before the last day he took you aside for two minutes to give you praises on your game intensity, pass progression and for trying to score more as he had asked you. You smiled the whole time not only with your mouth but with your eyes, you were sure you were glowing or blushing, just didn’t know which one. “Thank you, Pep, these past three weeks have been so amazing, a real learning experience and an honor. It has helped my confidence and I’ll try to keep working on everything you pointed out”, “Good” he said and put his arm around you “Keep working, you got this Y/N. You’re good, don’t doubt it” and gave you a lil pat on the shoulder. You wanted to hug him and kiss his face right there,your crush was peaking, but you just smiled and nodded because you weren’t a crazy person, you were a professional.

The Saturday after the last day of the camp, there was a big party at a beach hotel’s event room for all the girls, staff and coaches to say good bye and party together. You partied with Valentina and other girls. There was food and booze. You had one more drink than you should have. You started having stupid thoughts, like maybe you should tell Pep about your crush on him. You probably won’t see him ever again, anyway, and that way you could live with yourself and not be horny and crushing around an older guy. You had a thing for older men, you always did. You had dates a 35 year old and a 42 year old. This was not a surprise. The surprise was you wanting to act on such a fucking crazy idea. You took a last sip of your drink and told the girls that you would be right back. You looked for Guardiola everywhere. You couldn’t find him, so you asked one of the coaching staff and they told you to check by the beach. You went out to the beach and there he was, barefoot holding his sneakers with one hand, looking at the waves crashing into the sand while walking.

“Pep” you shout

“Y/N” he responded”Is everything ok?”

“Yes, fantastic” you said while sloppy walking closer to him and slightly slurring your words.

“What’s up?” He inquired

“Nothing, just came to talk to you” you answered

“With me? What about?”

“You”

“What do you mean?”

“Well” you sighed “I have something to tell you, and it’s kinda silly but I thought since we’re probably not seeing each other in person again or possibly in years, and I’m druuunk, that I would”

“Oh, fuck”

You laugh.

“It’s worse for me, coach”

When you got ready for this party, you got dressed for him, your cute short blue dress with silver jewelry, girly makeup. You’ve seen his wife, she’s adorable. You weren’t going to compete but you were going to show off just in case you could get him to notice you.

“Go on’ he said crossing his arms

“Pep, I’m glad I’ve had this opportunity to work with you over the past weeks. But I have to say that I found that you were not only a good coach, but also such a fun person to be around and I like you a lot”

“You make it sound like liking someone as a colleague is a bad thing”

“Because I’m saying that I have a crush on you, guapo”

He laughs while you frown like a little girl “How old are you again, Y/N?” he asked

“23” you shot back” “Well, my wife and I have been together 22 years, you know that?”

“I didn’t but I’m not asking you to marry me or anything,” you said while tucking your hair behind your ear “ I just wanted to tell you -- I just wanted you to know that I’m crazy about you and that maybe if you like me back, just a little bit, you should kiss me before we never see each other again” you finished saying while surprising yourself on how you got the cojones to tell him. “You are out of your mind. I could be your dad and you’re telling me all these things?” “I’m not a lil’ girl, and I don’t care that you’re older than me. I've been with older men before” “You’re drunk and you know what? Don’t go back to the party, just go back to your hotel room”

“but Pep–”

“I said go back to your hotel room, NOW” he said in a voice you had never heard from him. “Fuck” you muttered in frustration while you went back to the hotel to go straight to your room. Once in your bedroom, you calmed down. The adrenaline rush was gone and you realized what you had done. You couldn't do anything except cry, not out of rejection but out of complete embarrassment. You quietly drunk-cried until you fell asleep.

When you wake up, your roommate was almost already packed. Your head is throbbing. She said “I’m leaving for the lobby in 5 minutes, but I’ll see you there. Won’t leave until we say good-bye. Va bene?”

“Okay, Vale” you said while rubbing your eyes and went straight for the shower. After getting dressed, taking an aspirin for the hangover, and putting on some makeup, you went to organize your bags. You were trying to finish packing up when someone knocked on your door. You were wondering if your silly roommate left her card-key she needed for the checkout.

You open the door saying, “Did you leave you card-key, silly?”

And there he was, Pep Guardiola with a very serious look on his face.

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were Valentina” you said

“Can I come in to talk?” he asked

“Yea, sure but I’m finishing up packing” you quickly replied

You were scared shitless and embarrassed to see him again but also excited, wondering what exactly he wanted to say. You let him in, and go back to your bed to continue packing up your things.

“I just came to make sure you were okay because you were really drunk last night,” said Pep once in “and said some crazy things.”

“I’m okay, just have a nasty headache” you said while you finished putting the last piece of clothing away in your bag “and I wasn’t saying crazy things,” you turned to look at him “I was telling you the truth”.

If you learned anything from being with guys over 35 years old is that they appreciate directness and love confidence. And even if you were nervous right at that moment,you weren’t going to act like it. He was here, and that was a win.

“Well, putting your inappropriate comments aside, I hope we can maintain a professional relationship and I wish you the best. I’ll see you in the lobby” he said

“No” you said

“No, What?”

“ You didn’t come down to my room just to say this little line, Did you?I call bullshit. You could’ve said those exact same words in the lobby or anywhere else but my room”

“ Are you accusing me of something?”

“ I’m accusing you of being intrigued,” you said while getting closer and pressing your fingers on his light training jacket “ I’m saying, maybe you like me”

“You have a lot of nerve”

“Then why haven’t you said no, Pep?”

“No to what?”

You grin and let out a chuckle, he is playing dumb and you know it, he’s into this. You take one more step forward so that’s no space between you two while he stares at you like he wants to kill you for tempting him.

“To me” you pull his jacket toward you and press your lips against his. He wrapped his hands around your arms with little strength to push you back but his hands melted there and his lips kissed you back. You pull back a bit to get your hands on his face to cup his cheeks and kiss him again with your mouth a bit open to fit his upper lip in between yours. He started to kiss you back with his mouth open as he pulled you towards him while holding your waist, he slipped his tongue into your mouth and you met his with yours. You placed your hands on his shoulder as the kiss became more intense, you could hear his agitated breathing. You wanted him. You weren’t sure how far you could take it as people were waiting for you both but you didn’t care. You pulled slightly away from his mouth, took his hands, and guided him down your ass, “Touch me, please”, he just stared at you, pupils dilated, and did as you said. You kissed his olive-tone neck as he fondled your ass. You went for his mouth again and your hands went down his torso to explore his pants. Your hands found his hard member and rubbed on top of it through his clothes. He groaned into your mouth while your tongue danced with his. You wanted him to feel how much you wanted him, so you parted from the kiss, pulled the elastic from your joggers and panties out to make space for his hand, and with your other hand pulled his hand into your in-between “Feel me” you instructed. He rubbed the folds of your wet core with his fingers while he bit his lips, drawing big circles around your core, it made you so excited you let out a small moan. “How are you this wet? He asked while looking at your moany mouth.“I told you before, I like you, a lot. I want you” you said in a breathless voice as you kissed his chin and neck.

He took this hand out of under your clothes and backed up with a concerned look on his face “We can’t do this”

“Why not? You’re here, aren’t you?” you said while reaching for his arm “you aren’t going to leave me high and dry, are you? You asked in a whiny voice and a pout, but internally you were getting ready to be rejected because you had seen doubt in his expression.

“This is a line I’m not ready to cross, dear” he as he crosses his arms across his chest “I have a family, y/n, I’ve lost control as it is”

“I’m glad you did, though”

“I’m sure” he sighs “I’m going to go the lobby before I do anything else that I will regret”

“Can I have one more, please?”

“One more?”

“Kiss”

He came over to you, held your face, and placed a soft kiss on top of your lips. You smiled with your eyes closed and whispered “Thank you”

He let out a small incredilous chuckle “You’re cute” he let go of you and said with intensity that defines him “but this ends here. We’re not going to talk about this, you’re not going to contact me. This is something that’s not happening again. Understood?”

“Yes, coach” you replied, because even though you wanted to challenge him you know he was serious and you should leave it.

“Good luck with everything” he said as he turned around towards the door

“Hey, Guardiola”

“What?

“Smell your fingers” you said while giggling

“Fuck you” he said with a chuckle

He closed the door behind him and you did a little dance in your room and giggled. You let your body slam into the bed. You sighed and touched your lips trying to trace where he had just kissed you. You couldn’t believe it. You actually kissed him, you touched him and he touched you. He was the oldest man you ever had kiss, but probably the most intense of them all. You were warm and fuzzy. How did you pull this off? You thought to yourself.

Valentina gave you a hug near the entrance of the hotel lobby “You took forever! I almost left without saying good-bye”

“I know, sorry! Had to reorganize my bag because I couldn’t close it, and my backpack was full too! But keep in touch and best of luck in Roma, maybe I can visit you sometime”

“Good luck to you too. And text me, you bitch”

“I swear I will” you said and laughed.

You look around to see if you could see him one more time before you leave for the one week you have left to actually go on vacation before pre-season starts. You did see him, he was saying goodbye to some of the coaching staff, you stared for a lil’ too long and he noticed and looked back. You mouthed off a “bye” and waved. He waved in your direction and immediately kept talking to the people around him. You sighed and left for the airport.

A month into your pre-season with Villareal you were still thinking about Pep and often. You never tried to contact him, but you thought of all the things you would say if you could see him again, you thought about the hotel and the way he kissed you. You had done well during the pre-season, you were disciplined, and were always in the starting eleven. Outside the pitch, you weren’t being too crazy, you only acted out during your one-week vacation in San Sebastian, where you made out with a divorced 30-year-old guy you met at a tapas bar and ended up bar hopping with him. You were chasing the feeling that kissing Pep gave you but it wasn’t even close. Your phone vibrated and you got a notification from a phone you didn’t recognize, it was really late but you weren't sleepy and watching a series.

You included a picture from your personal trainer's gym you had taken that week. You didn't care if it seemed you were trying hard. You were always going to shoot your shot. He heart-reacted to it but didn't text back. You knew then; he's thinking about you too, even if he's too afraid to admit it. That made you happy.

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