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melanieph321 · 6 months ago

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Just anything Josko

He seems so sweet and shy in public but I bet he’s super protective

Ofc ❤️

Joško Gvardiol x Reader - Tell Me I'm Yours

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You woke up alone, which was pretty sad. You told Joško to drop you off at your apartment after your date last night. However, he convinced you to stay with him. For the sex, you suspected.

You took a shower and got dress as the morning unfolded. After making yourself a nice little breakfast you really thought about going home. You had chores of your own that need to be done, and puttering around in some guy's apparment didn't exactly give you ahead start. However, Joško seemed so serious when he said, "I'll be back after training, please don't leave."

You really liked him, maybe even loved him. However, he had never made any indications that you were his girlfriend, nor had you been introduced to any of his friends. And now all of a sudden he felt the need to keep you locked up in his apartment.

"Fuck that." You thought. This life, this behavior, it could only mean two things. Either Joško had no experience on how to treat and keep a girl, or you were simply the side piece that he kept while running home to his real girlfriend every day.

"Fuck that."

You gathered your things and left the apparment.

A big mistake.

It was around eight o'clock in the evening when a loud knock rattled your door.

"Who is it?" You shouted.

No answer, just a repetition of the loud knocks.

"I have a knife!" You threatened. But what could a short girl with a knife do? Stab the intruder in the knee?

It took you alot of courage to open the door, a gasp escaping your mouth as you did. "Joško?"

He stood clenching his jaw, eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. "You left." He groand.

"I...I did."

"I told you not to leave."

"I'm sorry Joško, but I was not gonna...."

"You promised not to leave."

You let out a shriek as Joško threw you over his shoulder, closing the door behind you.

"Joško, put me down." You laughed. You had no idea where the laughter came from as it was a very stressful situation.

Joško carried you through your apartment towards the living room, where he lay you down on the couch. The look on his face changed, his expression faltering. Leaving him might truly have hurt his feelings. He was still wearing his training attire, and you imagined the look on his face when he arrived back to his apartment only to find it empty and abandoned by you.

"What must I do to keep you?" Joško said, lowering himself to kiss your neck.

"Tell me I'm yours." You whimpered.

"You're mine, of course you're mine Y/N." He had begun rushing things now, skipping the foreplay, going straight to pulll down your pants and his.

"Tell me I'm the only one."

"You're the only one Y/N, why do you think I wanted to keep you with me?"

"Why?" You asked, your voice in your throat as Joško aligned himself with your entrance, easing into you in case you weren't completely ready for him. You were however. You were ready and eager to have him inside of you.

"Fuck Joško."

He laughed against your skin. "You like that?"

"Yes." You moaned.

"Me too, you feel so good baby, so tight."

He thrusted in and out of you while cradling your body, raising his head with every jerk, as if to check on you.

"You never answered my question." You said, as his urge for your body blew over, and the previously rough kisses turned into sweet pecks to your cheeks.

"What question?" Joško frowned.

"Why did you want to keep me at your apartment all day?"

He pushed off the cuchens to meet your eyes. His gaze is gentle, almost loving. At that moment, you realized that perhaps you were the only one.

"The first and last thing I see." He muttered.

"Come again?" Now was really not the time for riddles.

Joško smiled, a rare smile that perhaps was only meant for your eyes and your eyes only. "I want you to be the first person I see when I wake up in the morning and the last person I see before I go to bed in the evening. That's why I wanted to keep you in my apartment baby. Because I love you and need you."

Your hand ran through his hair, coming to a rest at the nape of his neck. You pulled him down to meet your lips, kissing him until you felt the rest of him come alive again. "I need you too." You whispered. "I need you now and forever."

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trentrub3n · 24 days ago

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he knows he’s handsome

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rubendiasthoughts · 10 months ago

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Josko Gvardiol as a boyfriend:

- In my mind Josko is just a giant teddy bear. Like he would be so cute and sweet with you, always so gentle.

- I feel like Josko would love to spend time with you in a very chill way. Like it doesn't have to be fancy, no need to go out all the time. I feel like he would love to just have a cozy night in with you, like maybe the two of you just lounging on the couch together, him always holding you close to him.

- He would be so affectionate with you in private, always touching you, kissing you. I don't really see him being big on PDA, but he would definitely always hold your hand or have his hand on the small of your back.

- I already said this, but Josko is definitely the boyfriend who would hold your purse, your phone and your stuff for you when you two are out. And then everyone would think it's so cute, cause there is tons of pictures of him guiding you to his car by your hand and holding your purse for you.

- Definitely a real gentleman, would open the door for you, always let you go ahead of him...

- I think Josko would love it when you scratch his scalp with your nails and it would kind of become your thing. Like he would just lay his head in your lap when you're maybe watching tv, and you would just play with his hair and scratch his scalp and he is just humming quietly with his eyes closed. He would find it so relaxing.

- I feel like he would be the type of boyfriend who is just obsessed with his girl. He would think you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Like I have an image of him just staring at you when you're getting ready, with the most lovesick look on his face, his puppy eyes and he would be all "you are so pretty, baby".

- I also think that a big part of his love language would be acts of service. He would love to do things for you, even if they are little. Like bringing you a coffee to bed, cause he knows you like to have it right after you wake up, while reading a book. But it also would definitely work both ways for him - he loves it when you cook for him when he comes home from a tiring training or something.

- I don't see Josko being big on jealousy, like I feel like he would have so much trust in you and also feel so secure in himself that he doesn't think he has anything to worry. But I also think he would love the idea that you are his and only his and no one else could have you. And he would love to showcase it in subtle ways, like he's definitely getting you a necklace with a little J on it. And he would so love it of you got your nails done and got a little J on it.

- Play fighting is definitely a thing with Josko. Like him tickling you on the couch (just imagine his beautiful smile). Would often end up in a make out session.

- I just know he would be such a good kisser. Would love to have you in his lap, his hands all over you, gripping your waist, kneading your ass, brushing your hair away from your face and putting it behind your ear, while his lips are on yours, pushing his tounge into your mouth and then kissing down your neck.

- You would definitely become besties with his sisters, because he's so close with them and he would love it. I can just picture him when you're out in a restaurant with them, and he's just listening to your conversation with the softest smile on his face, so happy that you are getting along so well.

- Whenever the two of you have the day off you know he's not letting you out of the bed easily. Would love to have a lazy morning with you, just holding you on his arms, giving you little kisses while you catch up and talk about your week.

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pensat-i-fet · 5 months ago

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A home, not a house (Joško Gvardiol x Reader)

**I got this request a while ago and last night I finally came up with this idea and wrote it. I really like how it turned out so hopefully you all enjoy it too ❤️**

Word count: 2309

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Football players had to move to different countries during their careers. Especially if their home league wasn't the strongest and their talent was too good for it. So one would expect them to become experts at it…but it wasn't always the case.

For Josko, moving to a different country to play for a different league wasn't a new feeling. He had already left Croatia to go to Germany. So now moving to England to play for City should have been very easy for him. And yet…

Josko met you soon after moving to Manchester. You had just moved into your own apartment with one of your friends from uni and wanted to celebrate. The plan was to go have dinner at a fancy place that you'd regret going to once you saw the bill and then go party. You'd regret the drinks for other reasons.

And it was there, at the fancy restaurant, that you met Josko. A few of his new teammates took him there to welcome him to the city and their table happened to be next to yours. But football had never been your thing so the only footballers you would have recognised were the ones doing adverts on TV that caught your attention. Not the ones on that table.

“We got a table full of hotties next to ours”, said Silvia, your roommate.

“Do we?”, asked Katie, turning to look at them and not caring about being caught.

You, on the other hand, blushed when you saw two of the boys noticed your friend. And so you refused to look at them.

But soon you needed to use the bathroom and on your way there, you bumped into Josko.

“I'm sorry”, you apologised and he smiled at you.

“Ladies first”, he said, motioning for you to walk in front of him.

When you were already inside the bathroom, you laughed. You were blushing again. This shyness of yours was ridiculous but every time you talked to someone you didn't know, your face went all red. And if you talked to a cute guy like the one you saw outside the bathroom…

“We meet again”, you heard when you got out of the bathroom and you saw it was the same guy standing there.

“Did you wait for me to get out or something?”, you joked but he surprised you with his answer.

“Yes. Sorry if it's too direct but I just thought you were really pretty and…”.

“Oh. Thank you”.

Now your face couldn't possibly get any redder. But the drink you had gave you a little confidence boost.

“Why were you waiting then? Just to tell me I'm pretty?”

“I was wondering if I could get your number”.

“Do you want to go to a club later instead?”, you suggested. It could be a good way to get to know him while you had your friends around.

“I have to work early in the morning. I can't”.

“Of course. I'll go with my friends then”.

“About the number…”, he insisted, but looked insecure after you refused him once.

“I don't give my number to strangers, sorry. You could be a serial killer for all I know”.

Josko burst out laughing when he heard you say that. And he confirmed you had no idea who he was.

“Fair. And probably smart”.

“Yeah…I'll go back with my friends to eat our overpriced food”.

“I'll go back to mine. It was nice talking to you even if you discovered my serial killer persona. It's the beard, right?”

Now it was you who laughed and you felt the urge to actually break your rules and give him your number. But you were interrupted by your friends calling you back to the table.

“I gotta go. Maybe I'll see you around. Not here though. I can barely afford eating here once”.

That gave Josko an idea and when your friends asked for the bill, they were told it had already been paid for.

“What?”, asked Silvia. “It must be a mistake”.

“No mistake and the gentleman left a note for…”, the waitress looked at the note again, “the pretty girl who didn’t want to give me her number”.

Your jaw dropped but you extended your arm to get the note, making all of your friends look at you.

“You don't give your number to potential serial killers but I'm not as careful so here it's mine just in case you want me to take you to eat somewhere else. I can pay for the fancy places for you if you want to. But I promised it's not with the money I get from killing people. I spend that on other things.

Josko”.

You were grinning reading his note. Josko. You could tell he wasn't English but couldn't place his accent. And now you had a name and a phone number.

“You flirted with one of the footballers from the other table? I didn't know you had it in you”, laughed your friend Joanna.

“Footballers?”

“Right. You're clueless when it comes to knowing famous people. Yeah. Those were Man City players”.

Even if the word footballer scared you a bit, aware of their reputation, your interaction with Josko made you pick up your phone to send him a text. And that was how you two stayed in contact for a few days before meeting again. It wasn't much later that you started to date.

Your dates had been mostly cute outdoor plans but you felt it was finally time to go to each other's places too. And what you saw at Josko’s surprised you.

“When did you move here?”

“Umm…two months ago? Almost”.

“Right. When are you planning on decorating the place? You barely have furniture”.

“It's not something I care much about. And I don't know where to buy things apart from IKEA. You got IKEA here too, right?”

“Yes”, you chuckled. “But we're not going there. We're going to make this house look like it's one from those renovation shows”.

“It's fine. Really…”.

“Josko”, you started, giving him a look. “You don't even have a sofa”.

“I…”.

“Like how do you expect to invite people over when the house looks like this? Silvia and I had to work our magic to make the apartment look half decent but you have unlimited money. This has to change and I'll help you change this house into a home”.

“You like decorating places?”, he asked, smiling at how eager you were to help him with this project.

“I do. Especially when I'm spending someone else's money and not mine”.

“And here I was expecting you to ask me for a Chanel bag and not money to buy paint for the walls”, he laughed.

“We'll save the bag for my birthday. Now let's get to work”.

The next few hours were spent checking what the house needed. And it needed a lot of things. But it still was a Sunday afternoon and you also wanted some cute time with your boyfriend. So you decided to leave the shopping for Monday.

“Ummm…where are we supposed to just watch a movie and cuddle? See how much you need a sofa?”

“I watch TV in bed”, he said, shrugging and you smirked at him.

“It's that why you refuse to buy a sofa? To take girls straight to bed?”

“You discovered my masterplan!”

On Monday, you were impatient about leaving work to go meet your boyfriend to go buy all the stuff his house needed. First, you picked up some paint. The walls looked fine but the colour picked for his bedroom was a bit…depressing.

“A room needs light! It needs a bright colour that you see when you first wake up in the morning and makes you want to leave the bed and conquer the world. Or win a match in your case”.

Josko laughed, also noticing the people staring at the dramatic way you spoke about paint.

“And that is achieved with…blue?”, he asked, looking at the blue colour in front of him.

“Too dark. How about this light green? It goes well with the furniture you got in the room already”.

“It's cute”, admitted Josko, trying to imagine how it'd look. “But I don't think it'd look good with the bed clothes so…”.

“Oh honey”, you said, patting his cheek softly. “We're buying stuff for your bed too. What you have now is too old looking even for my grandma”.

Two hours later, his car was full of bags filled with all the stuff you'd use for the renovations.

“Ok then”, you told him, clapping to get his attention. “Now it's time for the big one. The sofa”.

“I like taking naps on the sofa so it has to be big enough for that”.

“Noted”, you said, checking an imaginary list.

And it proved to be the funniest part of the shopping trip too.

“What are you doing?”, you asked, chuckling when you saw Josko touching the first sofa.

“Checking it's comfortable”.

“By gently touching it? Sit on it!”

“I can't. Why if they kick us out?”

It was so cute how worried he looked but you only laughed again.

“See the price tags? They know you'll spend a lot of money. You can sit on the sofa to see if it's comfy”.

“Ok…”, he said and sat down on it trying to be careful.

You sat down on the spot next to his and bounced a little to check it wasn't one of those sofas that breaks people's backs.

“Someone is coming to tell us off”, told you Josko, getting up from the sofa quickly.

But the sales assistant wasn't there to tell you off…but to help you.

“Do you need any help?”

“We do”, you said, standing up and leading the negotiations. “We need a big sofa. It's a big living room you see? And a big man”, you added, pointing at your boyfriend. “He's an athlete too so…we don't want his muscles to be hurt by a bad sofa”.

“Of course. Follow me”.

“Follow him”, you told Josko, taking his hand so you could walk together.

The sales assistant walked you to the area where the biggest sofas were and you felt like you were in heaven. Those were too big for your small apartment. Or any apartment you could afford.

“This one is our most popular”.

“We can sit down on it to try it out, right?”, you asked.

“Of course”, said the assistant and you turned to wink at Josko.

He just shook his head and sat down as well.

“It's really comfy”, he said.

“Lay down”, you ordered, standing up so he had the room to do that.

“What?”

Josko was looking at the sales assistant, not you. “It's ok, sir. We want you to be sure of the purchase”.

So, even if he felt a bit uncomfortable, he laid down on the sofa and felt the urge to just close his eyes and nap. It was so comfy…and running around all day shopping with you was more exhausting than playing a full match.

“It's incredibly comfortable”, he said and you smiled.

“So…this one?”

“This one”, he nodded.

The sofa was going to be delivered to his house two days later, which worked well for you. It'd take that long to get the rest of the house sorted and getting the sofa would be the cherry on top.

“Have you ever painted walls?”, you asked him when you were done getting his room ready to be painted.

“I don't think so…”.

“No worries. My dad is a painter and taught me how to do it. I used to go to work with him in the summer sometimes. And he gave me a little brush to help”.

Josko smiled imagining a little you doing that. And kept being fascinated by how many things you were good at.

“No no no. Like this”, you told him, grabbing his hand that held the brush and showing him the right motions to spread the paint properly.

“Thank you”, he said, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Do you like the colour? It'll look a little darker when it fully dries”.

“It looks amazing. I didn't know it could make such a difference but it looks like a different room”.

“I knew”, you told him with a cheeky smile on your face.

There wasn't much left of the walls to paint when you heard the doorbell.

“Go see who it is. I'll finish this”, you told Josko and he made his way downstairs.

“It's the sofa!”, he called and you finished painting the wall before running downstairs to see the sofa.

There were a few workers there placing the sofa where Josko wanted it to be and you smiled seeing how good it looked in the living room.

“I'm done”, you told your boyfriend.

“Thank you. Do you want to go take a shower while they finish this? And then we can see if it's as comfortable as in the shop”.

“Sounds good”.

You kissed him quickly and went back upstairs to shower and put on some comfortable clothes. You were a bit exhausted after the last few days. But so happy about the work done.

“It looks so good”.

Josko looked up to where you were standing and smiled at you. “It does. Thank you for making my house look like a home. I'm just useless at this”.

“Happy to help”.

Now it was his turn to go shower and you decided to test the new sofa while you waited for him. But you really were exhausted.

So when he was done showering and went back downstairs to be with you, he noticed you were sleeping already. He laid down next to you to be your big spoon and closed his eyes to take a much needed nap as well.

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