#dusan vlahovic angst

[applejuicefruit]

can i request a dusan fic where he got so much attention from other women at a party, and the reader being insecuree, maybe a smut pleasee

tw : reader is self conscious and insecure, mention of smut

dusan vlahovic x reader

Am I enough?

You were currently sitting on a black leather couch, in a little corner of the huge ballroom you found yourself in, completely forgotten by your boyfriend and your friends. You never really liked parties but your boyfriend Dusan begged you to come with him to celebrate his team latest win and, of course, when you saw him so happy you couldn’t say no. What you didn’t expect was to see him talking with different women instead of spending time with you. He had models and influencers all over him and you couldn’t help just start feeling insecure. Not only you were mad at him for completely ignoring you the whole night but you started feeling jealous of those girls, who clearly caught his attention and you started to wonder how or why he was dating you when he could have had millions of models all over his feet.

You got tired to see him with those girls that you left the room and went straight into the bathroom. You didn’t want to cry in a room full of strangers so what better place than a dirty bathroom in some club?

You didn’t know what time it was but you heard Dusan calling your name in a distance.

“Y/n? Babe? You’re in there?” he asked, knocking on the wooden door.

“Yes, uh, one second” you said, your voice shaking a bit. You wiped your tears away and fixed your make up before meeting Dusan outside of the bathroom.

“Hey…I was looking for you, is everything okay?” he asked, his face full of concern when he saw your make up half smudged under your eyes.

“Yes…I just needed some time alone” you said, ignoring his look.

“You sure?” he asked again.

“Yes, I told you I’m fine” you lied “I’m just tired…” you lied again.

“Okay…then let’s go home” he smiled.

“You can stay and have fun…I saw how you were having fun…I can call a taxi, I don’t mind” you scoffed. You were sad. You were hurt. You were mad.

“Babe…can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked again.

“Nothing…”

“Don’t say nothing. Something is bothering you and I want to help you…” he said truthfully.

“Why me?” you asked him and he looked confused “why me? Why did you chose me? You can have all the prettiest girls in the world and you chose me? I saw how they were all on you Dusan…I saw how they wanted you…and I also saw how you didn’t do nothing to excuse yourself from that situation…almost like you loved receiving all of the attention and I can’t help but wonder why did you chose me?” you asked, completely breaking down.

“What…what are you talking about?” he asked, a little confused “you know why I chose you, you know how much I love you…” he said, his hands lifting your chin up and his fingers wiping your tears away.

“Then why did you let them? They were all over you…I know I look nothing like them…” you said.

“You’re more than perfect baby…I just didn’t want to be rude…you’re perfect baby, I love you so much you have no idea” he said, kissing your wet cheeks “I’m so sorry If I made you doubt yourself…I never meant to hurt you baby” he said.

“It’s just…all of my negative thoughts…”you tried to explain but he stopped you.

“Let me wash away all of those those you have in your mind okay baby?” he said, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you close to him.

“Dusan…” you called his name.

“Let me take you home okay? Let me take care of you” he whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps all over your skin.

“Okay…” you whispered and he smiled.

Once you got home, his kisses turned into a full make out session and before you knew it you were laying completely naked under his muscular body.

You remembered all of those models and you started to feeling insecure about your body, thinking bad things and feeling self conscious once again.

“Hey pretty girl” he called you when he sensed your insecurity “let me make you feel good okay?” he whispered, leaving some kisses on your neck “I want you to know how special you are to me” he said looking straight into your eyes.

“Okay” you nodded.

“I love you” he said and you smiled.

“I love you too” you said back, letting fall yourself into the pleasure he was going to give you, knowing it would have been a very long night.

[melanieph321]

Hi lovely,

I’m actually kind of new to Tumblr so I don’t know how this works but you were actually one of the first bloggers that popped up on my feed with your post about Kenan Yildiz 😭and I really enjoyed reading it so much. And then I clicked on your feed and noticed that you take request I don’t know if you do that anymore but I wanted to give it a try. I was thinking that maybe the reader and Kenan are dating but keeping it private since she’s the sister of one of his best friends on the team (maybe Vlahović) So when Juventus celebrated their win ,against another club, they went to a restaurant to celebrate and the waiter was constantly hitting on the reader which made Kenan very jealous so he made sure the waiter knows who you belong with(maybe giving the reader a hickey) and he made sure that the waiter saw how Kenan followed you to the bathroom.

I don’t know if that makes sense to you but anyways just wanted to get that of my chest 💕🎀

Love this! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🔥🔥🔥🔥

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Claim Me Part 1/3

Enjoy!

"I have to go."

"What, no. Five more minutes."

"Kenan." You chuckled. The hardest part was always to get him off of you. After Juventus successful Copa Italia win against Atalanta, it was practically impossible. Kenan had you escaping yesterdays celebrations by sneaking back to his hotel room. There you did unspeakable things to each other. Fun. But unspeakable things.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He mumbled and planted soft kisses against your neck.

"Thank you." You giggled and did not reject the way he wanted to keep you in bed with him. However, there was just one small problem...

"I have to get back to my room before my family notices that I'm gone."

"Relax, I saw your sister dancing on top of a table before we left the club last night. I'm sure she'll still be passed out drunk by the time you get back."

"Yes, my sister perhaps, but my brother won't be."

Kenan raised his head from the crook of your neck. The mentioning of Dusan always set him off, especially if you mentioned him in a moment of intimacy, which has happened more than once before.

"He'll be the first one to look for me." You nodded.

Kenan sighed and rolled onto his back, letting you go.

"Thank you." You bent down to kiss his lips before rushing to the bathroom. However, you did not remain in there for long.

"Fuck!"

You were quick to stumbled back into the room, a hand covering your throat and a struck of panic in your eyes.

"What?" Kenan asked, seeing the expression on your face.

"I hate you."

"What did I do?"

"Kenan, you didn't."

"I didn't do what?" He said, rightfully confused.

You released the hand covering your throat, revealing a hickey the size of a coin.

"Fuck."

"Yes, fuck you." You sprung towards the bed, ambushing your boyfriend with harmless punches to the sheets.

"Baby." He chuckled. "I'm really sorry, okay."

"Sorry? Sorry won't cut it Kenan, Dusan will kill me if he sees it."

Kenan caught your hands, preventing you from throwing any more punches. "You mean me." He said. "I'm pretty sure I'll be the first one your brother would want to kill."

"Think again. He doesn't even know that we're seeing each other Kenan,  I'm the one he's gonna kill."

"Well, maybe it's time we tell him that we're together then?"

You paused, eyes searching your boyfriend's face. He had soft features. Trying to cover them up with a cut to his eyebrow only made him look more like a puppy dog. "You're out of your mind." You said and climbed off of him.

"Right. I'm out of my mind for wanting to be able to hold my girlfriends hand in public, or better yet, kiss her in public."

"Yes, Kenan. You're out of your mind for that. I've told you that my brother won't allow it."

"Well, maybe it's time you stick up to your brother then? Or perhaps our relationship is not worth the hassle?"

It's not that easy, you thought.

Despite what Kenan thought, it was not that easy. You had always been the baby of the family, the youngest three. Your oldest brother Dusan always watched over you like a hawk. But as you grew older, you began to feel suffocated by his constant protection. You longed for the freedom to make your own decisions and live your own life. But that wasn't the case right now.

"I'm back!" You announced, after receiving about a dusin text message from Dusan on your way up the hotel elevator. You had just shut the door behind you when his head popped out from the bathroom.

"Where have you been?" He asked. Getting up before seven AM after a night of celebrations was mental. But that's just who your brother was, a control freak in all things.

"I was just out for a run." You said.

"Wearing heels?"

He shot a glance at the pair that you were holding in your hands.

"Yes, Dusan. In my heels. It's a trend, look it up."

He shook his head but did not question you further. "Remember, be ready for lunch with the team this afternoon."

"Right." You crossed the joint living area on your way to your bedroom.

"I mean it, Y/N. Remind Nina to be ready on time as well."

"Yeah, yeah. I will."

You shut the door behind you and were quick to peel down the laces to your dress, stepping out of it. You left it on the floor,  amongst the other scattered clothes in the dungeon that you and your sister had been sharing for the weekend. She lay fast asleep as you joined her under the covers. Sometimes, you wondered how the two of you turned out so chill while Dusan got the off gene. I guess you'd never find out.

[damiansgoodgirll]

ANYTHING with Dušan

on my way 🫡

‼️angst and fluff (maybe) + i won’t make a part 2 because i’m so bad with sequels so don’t come for me 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

dusan vlahovic x reader

since day one

being dusan’s best friend since you two were kids had its pros and cons.

you followed him everywhere, from when he started playing professional football in serbia to when he moved to italy. from when he went to play for fiorentina and now juventus, you were always by his side.

he needed you there. you were his number one supporter and he couldn’t go a day without you.

he made sure you were taken care of. money, apartments, cars. everything you needed he was happily willing to provide it for you and you couldn’t be more grateful.

what you couldn’t stand about dusan, were the hundred of girls he would bring back home after every single match. you lived in the same building, as dusan requested, in case he needed your help for something, so you saw and heard every single detail that happened on the other side of your apartment wall.

and every single week it was a different woman.

it didn’t help when two years ago he moved to torino. the new team gave him more fame and that meant more beautiful women for him every single day. you knew he only used them for sex and for fun and they seemed okay with that but that didn’t stop from thinking why he couldn’t see you the way he saw them too.

you knew you weren’t as pretty as them but the crush you developed for your best friend these past years was becoming unbearable to handle, especially when you saw him walking hand in hand into his apartment with the typical it girl.

so you started avoiding him. not as much as you wished but you stopped waiting for him after his matches, going straight back home. you stopped texting him “good morning” or “good night” when he had a girl over, even if it was something you always did. you stopped liking his post on insta and you stopped wearing his jersey at his games.

you realised too late that you were in love with him, and now you were fucked.

you were currently minding your business, sitting on the couch and reading a book when you heard banging on your door.

you knew that the only person who knocked so hard was dusan so you didn’t even check and simply let him in.

“what did i do?” he asked you.

“well hello to you dusan…do you want something to drink? something to eat? please, mi casa es tu casa” you joked, knowing very well that exactly it was his home.

“cut the bullishit y/n…why are you ignoring me?” are you mad at me?” he asked, sitting on the couch with you following behind.

“i’m not mad at you…” you said. you didn’t know how to explain it. it wasn’t his fault that women loved him and it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t like you back. you couldn’t be mad at him for not having feelings for you. but you were mad and you knew you shouldn’t.

“sure…you didn’t wear my jersey last night” he pointed it out.

“it was dirty and i had to clean it…”

“all of them?” he asked again “tell me what’s wrong please…”

i like you - you wanted to scream at his face.

“i’m just…it’s not a good moment okay? can’t we talk about this another day?” you almost begged.

“are you sick? i can call a doctor if you want or i could stay here with you if you need help” he immediately offered.

how could you not love him? the way he cared for you made you wanted to kiss him right away.

“i’m not sick dusan…” you whispered “can you please just go?”

“i’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong sweetheart…” his hard look became softer. he was concerned about you and he wanted you to be okay.

“please…just go, i really wanna stay alone right now” you said avoiding his look. he needed to go, otherwise you would have confessed your love for him.

“y/n…you’re my best friend and i don’t want you to stay alone, not if there’s something clearly wrong…” he told you.

best friend.

that hurt more than you could ever think.

“that’s the point dusan…i don’t wanna be your best friend, i can’t be your best friend…not when i have these feelings for you…i’ve been by your side since day one and i-i don’t know how or when it happened but i started having feelings and i can’t explain nor i can’t stop them…” you explained, ending up crying.

“oh sweetheart…” he whispered hugging you tightly to his body.

he let you cry and he gently stroke your back in a comforting way.

dusan wanted to tell you how much he loved you, he wanted to scream how he fell for you and all the women you saw him with were only rebounds because he knew he couldn’t have you.

but dusan also knew that you deserved better than him. you deserved someone who could focus on you and treat you right and he knew that in this point of his life he couldn’t.

he was too focused on his football career that he never thought about dating and honestly, even if he wanted to see you screaming his name and begging for his cock, he didn’t want to use you like that, you were more than that to him.

“just say something…please” you cried into his shoulder.

dusan was trying his best to not break down in front of you but it was too hard.

“you deserve so much more…y/n, i love you, i do but i’m not the right person for you” he looked at you in the eyes.

“why don’t you let me decide that?”

“because i already know this…i know that no matter how much i love you, you’re gonna end up getting hurt and i can’t see you hurting because of me…i’m not - you deserve so much better than me” he ended up crying a little too. he was quick to wipe his tears away but you already saw them.

“dusan…”

“you’re gonna fall in love with someone who can treat you the way you deserve y/n…i know i’m not that person” he whispered kissing your forehead.

his thumb wiped your tears away.

“you can’t to this….”

“do what?” he asked you.

“tell me that you love me and the break my heart…you just can’t” you cried avoiding his look.

“i’m so sorry…but -“

“i’m so tired of your but…why can’t we give this a try?”

“you know why….”

“no, all i know is you complaining dusan…i just…i think you should go now, thank you for passing by” you said pointing to the door.

he simply nodded, knowing that he fucked up.

when he left you ended up crying a lot more, laying down on the couch with your head in your pillows and letting yourself cry all the tears in you had.

[footballffbarbiex]

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[chiesovic]

dusan vlahovic x federico chiesa: 40k, angst, slow burn, friends to lovers to prison inmates

[applejuicefruit]

getting caught in the act with dusan 🥵🥵

dusan vlahovic x reader

tw : smut

Is everything okay?

“What if someone sees us?” you asked Dusan as he dragged you into the team changing room.

“Everyone already left” he started kissing your neck as his hands roamed under the jersey you were wearing with his name on.

Dusan just scored an important goal for an important match and his team won, he felt like adrenaline was eating him alive so he thought what better way than to resolve anything with sex?

He dragged you into the team changing room after everyone pretty much left, leaving him and you completely alone in the stadium.

“Trust me, no one’s here” he said as he pushed you against the wall behind you. You simply nodded, too eager and impatient for what was about to come. He started undressing you, leaving you just in your bra and matching panties.

“You’re divine…” he whispered while he began kissing your neck again.

You left out soft moans, encouraging him to do more.

“I think this have to go” he said when you felt his hands on your back, removing your bra and leaving your chest completely exposed to his hungry eyes “you’re so pretty” he whispered into your ears in a low voice, too rough than what you were used used too, but you couldn’t deny you were loving everything he was giving you.

His lips found your left nipple and he started by giving it soft pecks, almost teasing you.

You gasped when you felt his tongue working on your nipple, licking it and twirling it around while his hand worked on your other nipple. Pleasure was growing into you but you definitely needed more.

“Dusan…” you moaned.

“Tell me baby” his lips found yours again “tell me everything you need baby, I’ll give it to you” he teased you.

“Your hands…I need you” you whispered.

As those words left your mouth, his hands quickly worked on tearing apart your panties, leaving you completely naked in front of him. You didn’t even have time to think that in a matter of seconds his thumb found your clit, gently circling it. He felt how wet you were and he was kinda proud he was the reason you were so aroused.

“Can you take my fingers baby?” he asked even if he knew the answer. You simply nodded, too lost in the pleasure he was giving you.

He inserted his middle finger into you and the slight burn turned into pleasure as you craved for more.

“Oh my” you moaned closing your eyes.

“Eyes on me babe” he said as a second finger found its way into you.

“Dusan…” you whimpered “I’m - oh my” you couldn’t even finish your sentence that you felt your orgasm approaching you.

“Let it go baby” he said while he kept rubbing your clit “squeezing my fingers so good baby” he said as you came undone on his fingers.  He let you calm down before removing all of his clothes, remaining completely naked in front of you. His dick, full and hard was already begging for attention. You brought your hands to his tip but he stopped you.

“Not now, we don’t have time for that” he said as he lifted your legs up, aiming at you to jump so he could catch you and easily slide in you. 

“I need to feel you” he said while sliding into you, making you gasp as you felt so full already. 

“Oh fuck” you moaned.

As his thrusts became stronger you both felt your orgasms approaching you.

“I’m close” you whispered and he thrusted into you again, hitting that spot that made you lose your head.

“Me too baby” he felt you squeezing his dick so hard he thought he was going to be stuck there for life “oh fuck fuck baby” he moaned, coming and spilling into you.

You both tried to catch your breath when you heard someone knocking on the door.

“Is everything okay? Dusan?” you both recognized Filip’s voice, Dusan’s teammate. He probably must have waited for him. 

“I’m coming in!” Filip said. Dusan clearly forgot that everyone on the team had the key of the changing room’s door.

“No! Don’t!” Dusan screamed, trying to get dressed as fast as possible.

“Why?” Filip asked.

“Just don’t! I’ll come out!” he said throwing your clothes at you “I’ll take care of you at home I promise, we have to go now” he whispered kissing your lips. You dressed up pretty quickly even if you were still in the aftermath of the two orgasms your just had. Your make up smudged over your eyes and your hair all messy.

Dusan got out first trying to cover up for you, he made sure Filip got away from the changing room so you could get out but when Filip saw the state you were both in he quickly made up what you two were doing locked up in the changing room.

“I see” Filip said, bursting out laughing.

You looked away from the embarrassment but you couldn’t help but smile seeing Dusan so flustered. 

It definitely was a day.

[applejuicefruit]

drunk reader and dusan taking care of her please?

dusan vlahovic x reader

One more step

You and Dusan got invited to some kind of party and even if you didn’t want to be there, he dragged you out of your comfort zone and brought you to that party. That’s how you ended up drunk and wasted.

Dusan was currently helping you to get into your shared home but you couldn’t stop laughing.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, amused by how drunk you were.

“Nothing…” you whispered as you continued laughing.

“Sure…” he let you sit on the couch as he went to the kitchen getting some cold water for you to drink “drink this baby” he handed you the glass.

“It’s cold…” you whispered after drinking it.

“I know…” he smiled.

He knelt to the ground and helped you getting out of those uncomfortable heels you were wearing.

“Can you stand now?” he asked, making sure you wouldn’t fall. You tried to stand but you weren’t seeing clear so your had was still dizzy. Dusan’s hands were already on your waist keeping you steady.

“Okay baby, it’s time to go to bed” he helped you into the bedroom and started undressing you. He had no other intentions but to make you comfortable and and helping you wear something for bed but your drunk mind thought otherwise so you started taking off his shirt too.

“No baby, not tonight…” he said, completely focused on you.

“But-“ you spoke back.

“No buts…tomorrow when you’re sober…let me help you change into something comfortable so we can go to sleep” he said. He actually felt a little guilty, knowing he brought you out of your comfort zone and you ended up completely wasted so he wanted to take care of you.

“But I’m horny…” you said out of nowhere.

“Love…tomorrow, I promise you, I’ll make you feel really good tomorrow…but I want you to be sober for that okay?” he kissed your temple.

“Fine…” you mumbled with a huff.

He moved to the closet and got one of his t-shirts for you to wear as a pajamas. He helped you wearing it and he helped you sit on the bed.

“Wait for me here” he said before leaving to the bathroom and getting all of your make up washes and face cream to apply on.

He helped you removing your make up and then proceeded to do your skincare.

“And you’re all done princess” he said kissing your cheek.

“Thanks…” you yawned a little.

His smiled soften watching you in such a cute state.

“Get under the covers baby” he said while hugging you and keeping you close to his body “Ti amo” he said to you in italian and you smiled.

“Ti amo” you said too feeling yourself falling asleep. He tuned off the lights and held you closer to his body, letting all of the stress he built up these past days take over him while he fell asleep too.

[applejuicefruit]

What about a fic of Dušan being overprotective w the reader while partying?

Love your stories, girl! ❤️❤️

Posting this on Tuesday because I’m seeing him playing today with Juventus!!!

dusan vlahovic x reader

Protective

It wasn’t very often that you and Dusan went out partying, mostly because of his trainings and matches and also because you hated parties. You more an introvert person, preferring to stay at home and watch a movie instead of being in a crowd of full sweated people who drunkenly danced on each other.

Dusan loved partying, it was almost in his DNA and he also knew how much you hated it so he never forced you to go with him when he had free weekend. But tonight was Dusan’s best friend birthday and he wanted the both of you to go, it was a must. So you had no choice but to attend his birthday party and wait for the night to be over so you could lay in bed with Dusan.

You arrived at the club and the moment you opened the door you were surrounded by thousands of people who probably had no idea of what was going on. Too drunk or too high.

“Are you okay?” Dusan asked you, making sure the loud music or the people weren’t making you uncomfortable.

“Yes” you said.

And with that Dusan placed a hand on your hips leading you to the table where all of his friends were staying. He wanted to make sure to have you close, in case something happened he knew you were close to him.

The club started getting fuller of people and you became a little bit uncomfortable but you didn’t say anything, Dusan was having fun with his friends and teammates and you didn’t want to be a Karen so you simply told him that you would go to the toilet.

Once you got out of the room you took a breath of fresh air, you were still in the building and the music was still pretty loud, even in the corridor, but you weren’t stuck in a crowd of people or with the nauseous smell of alcohol.

You went to the toilet and simply washed your hands and when you got out you decided that you would go to the rooftop and relax a bit.

It was nice, it had a nice view of the city and you could see all the stars in the sky, it was peaceful. There were only a few people, most of them chatting and the other were simply busy on the phone.

Dusan got worried when he saw you were gone for more than ten minutes so he excused himself and looked out for you.

He saw you on the rooftop sat on a bench facing the sky, not wanting to disturb you he remained hidden in the corner still watching you, making sure you were okay. He knew you were uncomfortable in those places so he wanted to give you the time to relax and feel comfortable again, knowing that later that night you would have talked with him.

“Can I sit?” a man asked you pointing out the spot on the bench next to you. You simply didn’t pay attention so you nodded.

“I’m Rick” he introduce himself and you were a bit speechless. Was he trying to flirt with you or was he just being nice?

“Y/n” you said, not showing too many emotions.

Dusan was seeing everything from a distance. He was contemplating on wether he should intervene or letting you handle the situation. He knew you were capable of handling hard situations but he also knew you didn’t do well with new people and that you tend to be a little overwhelmed.

“Are you here alone?” Rick asked you but you shook your head no, clearly a sign that you didn’t want to talk but he didn’t get the hint.

“Well…I don’t see anyone here” he said, his hand on your thigh touching you.

“Don’t touch me” you said, your voice breaking a little.

“No baby I would never hurt you…don’t be scared, I think we should go somewhere else-“ he said but he was interrupted when Dusan came from behind.

“She said to not touch her, are you deaf?” Dusan asked very irritated with that man.

“Calm down man she’s definitely asking for it” Rick stood up facing a very angry and protective Dusan.

Dusan stood in front of you, shielding you from the man.

“Say this to my girl once again and you won’t be waking up tomorrow” Dusan said, not shouting and with a very calm voice, it was kinda scary.

“Dusan…” you called for him, grabbing his hand trying to calm him down.

“Fine I get it, that whore is yours-“ the man didn’t even finish his sentence that Dusan punched him in the face, leaving the man all bleeding on the floor.

“Say that again! Try! C’mon, are you scared now?” Dusan bursted out screaming completely mad while you tried to calm him down.

Rick didn’t say anything and he stayed on the ground holding his bleeding nose in his hands.

“Let’s go home baby, this party isn’t worth our time…” Dusan said, his voice completely changing when he was speaking to you, a calmer and sweeter voice.

You were too stunned to speak so you simply nodded and held his hands that were dragging you out of the club.

“Baby…what were you doing on the rooftop?” Dusan asked you softly when you were both in his car.

“I just…I felt uncomfortable with all of those people but I didn’t wanna say anything because you were having fun so I simply left…I’m so sorry I didn’t want to cause any drama” you said fully crying while Dusan held your hands.

“You didn’t cause anything baby, I’m happy you’re okay…you’re safe with me okay? I will always keep you safe” Dusan said wiping your tears away “now we’re gonna go home and watch your favorite movie okay?” he asked you smiling and you nodded, laughing a little.

The drive back home was silent, Dusan caressing your thighs and you watching out of the window.

In that moment you felt a sense of protection around you, knowing that if you were with Dusan nothing bad would have happened to you.

[applejuicefruit]

dusan request? either taking him to the airport before international break or going to his game and seeing him again?

decided to make this with reader taking him at the airport but i made it a little bit sad

dusan vlahovic x reader

Don’t leave

The tension in the car was pretty evident. No one would dare to speak or make a joke. Your mother in the backseat alongside with your best friend while you were all driving Dusan to the airport. He was sat on the passenger seat next to you while you were driving. Your look never leaving the road, not even when Dusan tried to talk to you or approach you.

You weren’t mad, not at all. You were just a very nostalgic person and you couldn’t handle very well your emotions, so everything came crushing down when Dusan told you he had a week off from Torino because he had to go back to Serbia for international break and you couldn’t go with him.

You didn’t handle it good at first but he tried to reassure you he would be back in just a week.

So now you were driving him because you wanted to be the last person to wave him goodbye before he departed, your mom and best friend were only your emotional support, in case you needed one, or two.

“And…we’re here” your best friend said while you parked. She definitely didn’t miss the death glare you gave her from the mirror.

“Why don’t you go first honey?” your mom suggested, knowing you needed this time with Dusan.

“Sure…” you whispered, already trying to not break in front of everyone.

You and Dusan went straight into the airport, some of his teammates were already there, others were a little bit late but it didn’t matter when you have a plane just for yourself right?

“Baby can you look at me?” Dusan gently grabbed your wrist, trying to stop you from going into useless shops.

Your eyes never met his look, otherwise you would be a crying mess.

“You know I’ll be gone for just a week right? I’ll be back home as soon as possible” he tried to reassure you. He knew you were sensitive over this topic, the feeling of being alone without him made you shiver. Dusan knew how nostalgic you were and he didn’t want to see you cry for him.

“I know but I’ll miss you…” you said, your voice cracking a bit while a few tears fell from your eyes but Dusan was quick to wipe them away.

“Don’t cry baby…” he hugged you so tight you cried into his shoulder. He hated seeing you cry.

“I can’t help it, I’m gonna miss you so much Dusan” you whispered and his heart broke a little.

“I promise you, this week gonna pass so fast you won’t even notice I’ll be gone, I promise you my love…don’t cry okay? I don’t want to see you cry baby…” he said lifting your chin up and gently kissing your lips.

You melted into the kiss, while his hands were on your waist, keeping you close.

“Don’t leave…” you whispered and he smiled a bit at your cuteness.

“I’m not going on Mars baby…next week I’ll be back in Torino, I promise you…” he said kissing your forehead.

“Okay” you sniffled.

“I really have to go now baby…” he said, his heart feeling heavy as he watched your sad look.

“I know, I’m gonna miss you a lot Dudu” you called him by nickname.

“I’m gonna miss you too principessa…I love you” he said while kissing you again.

“Ti amo…” you whispered in italian and he softly smiled at you.

He waved you goodbye while he was going back to his teammates.

You sat there, at the airport, watching his plane leaving, watching Dusan leaving, knowing he’ll be safe back in Serbia and he’ll be having a lot of fun with his teammates, knowing that he’ll call you once he lands and that he’ll call you every day after practice.

You just loved him so much and the thought of him leaving you for even just a few days made you sad.

[applejuicefruit]

Okay I love your fics and keep the gr8 work, I have an idea maybe a dusan one with lazy morning and his parents suddenly come unplanned. Thank you for your fics once again!

dusan vlahovic x reader

tw : mention of smut

It’s 6 A.M.

“Morning…” Dusan whispered softly in your ear as you slowly woke up. He wrapped his hands around your naked body, tracing with his fingers the already faded marks he left last night.

“Morning…” you said turning to face him.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, kissing your cheek.

“Mh…good” you smiled.

“Yeah?” he teased you, knowing exactly what you meant. His hands touched your belly and then they softly brushed against your nipples that hardened in matter of seconds “you ready for round two?” he whispered in your ear, leaving goosebumps all over your body.

“Maybe…” you teased him back touching his naked toned chest. He got on top of you, making sure he wouldn’t crush you with his muscular body as he started leaving soft kisses and bites on your neck and collarbone. You felt like floating, everything was perfect in that moment.

“What’s this?” he smirked when he felt how wet you were “you already wet for me?” he kissed your lips and you nodded.

He started touching your clit with expert fingers, knowing exactly what to do to make you feel good and he was sure about that when he heard your soft moans coming out of your mouth.

“So good…” you whispered.

His touches were lazy and gentle, nothing compared to the urgency you both and craved last night. But that’s how it was, sometimes rough, sometimes gentle.

“You close baby?” he asked and you nodded. He took one of your nipple in his mouth and you were seconds to explode when you both heard someone knocking on your wooden front door.

“What the…” you whispered, lifting your head up as you felt your body bringing you away to your much needed orgasm.

Before you could speak again you heard knocking once again.

“Who the fuck…” Dusan said partially irritated.

“Dusan are you home?” you heard a familiar voice on the other side of the door.

“My mom?” Dusan whispered.

“It’s 6 am” you said letting your body fall on the bed.

Dusan got a little bit too excited about his mom being there so he quickly put on some clothes and threw your shorts and t-shirt at you.

“My parents are here!” he happily said before leaving the room.

“But it’s 6 am!” you said desperately shoving your face into your pillow. All you wished for was to start this morning with a good orgasm and a healthy breakfast, instead you got greeted by Dusan’s parents who visited you in the morning.

You were very irritated and your mood wasn’t the best one and Dusan noticed it when you entered the living room pouting a bit. It’s not that you didn’t like his parents, you loved them. It’s the fact that they showed up uninvited and at 6 am at your placed that pulled you off.

“How are you?” his mom asked you while she hugged you, a smile never leaving her face.

“Good thank you” you smiled politely “what-what are you doing here? you asked them, trying not to be rude.

“We wanted to surprise you silly!” his dad answered when he hugged you.

“We’re staying here for the weekend!” his mom said and in all honesty you wanted to bury yourself. That meant no sex for three days and the fact that you woke up sexually frustrated didn’t make it any better.

You gave a very irritated look to Dusan but he shoved you away with his beautiful smile.

“Perfect! I’ll take you to the guest bedroom! Y/n will help you with the bags” he said not even caring about you.

You laughed by seeing how happy he was with his parents being there so you did what he said but he clearly didn’t missed the warning look you gave him by passing through the guest bedroom.

“I’m going to take a quick shower!” you said before moving to the bathroom “and finish what we started before” you said to Dusan who clearly got a bit uncomfortable seeing the teasing look you had on your face, knowing you were going to have your morning orgasm and he wasn’t going to be there.

[applejuicefruit]

Can you write a dusan oneshot where the reader and him have young kids ( maybe twins) and just dusan taking care of them and stuff?

dusan vlahovic x reader

Daddy care

You and Dusan had the perfect life. He was a famous football player, you were working for your dream company, you had a nice house and amazing friends, all you missed was a family of your own.

That quickly changed when you found out that you were pregnant, with twins! You were both scared, due to the fact that you were both very young and had a busy life but still you couldn’t wait to meet your babies and start a new family.

You found out that you were expecting a baby girl and a boy and Dusan was probably more thrilled than you.

Now, one year after the twins birth you felt like your body and mind were going to explode. It was hard taking care of a baby, imagine taking care of two? Three with Dusan? He helped you as much as he could but after he signed with Juventus his schedule became busier than you had imagined, leaving you alone all the time with the kids. Dusan was the best father ever, everytime he had a day off he would spend it with you and the kids, making sure you were always feeling okay and protected. He loved having two mini you running around the house but due to the fact that he was always training and having matches that left you alone with the kids all days and he kinda felt guilty because he knew how much you missed your work and your free time.

After the twins were born you decided to pause your career for a bit, probably waiting for the kids to be a little bit older but now you saw ho tiring it was, they took out all of your energy and you honestly didn’t believe you would be back at work anytime soon.

It was currently night time, around nine thirty and Dusan was late because he had to stay a little longer practicing for the weekend’s match, a very important one.

But you were completely exhausted. The kids were still playing, it didn’t matter what you tried to do to get them sleeping, they were full of energy while you were on the verge of a mental breakdown, completely tired and out of energy. You thought about all the things you still needed to do, you had to clean up once they had fallen asleep, you had to do the laundry because you couldn’t do it in the afternoon, you had to take a shower and all you wanted to do was to sleep.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even hear Dusan coming back home.

The twins trying to reach up for him, barely walking and still crawling on the floor.

“Hi princess!” he said picking up his baby girl and hold her in his arms, while he did the same with your baby boy.

“Did you have fun today?” he said holding them in his arms while he sat next to you on the couch.

His heart broke a little when he saw how tired you were. He knew giving up your career for the kids took a big tool on you and he was glad you did it also because he could continue his football career but he had no idea of exhausted you were.

“Hey babe…are you okay?” he asked you softly while the kids got back on the floor to play with their toys.

“What? Oh yes I’m fine…” you yawned.

“You look exhausted babe” he said leaving a soft peck on your lips.

“Because I am…” you sarcastically replied but he took it to seriously because his look became hard.

“Why don’t you take a shower and sleep a bit?” he asked you with a soft smile.

“I wish I could…but I still have to put the kids to bed, clean up, do the laundry and probably do other million things I forgot about…” you joked even if you weren’t laughing.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll do anything I have to do but please baby, you deserve at least thirty minutes of relax without the kids…I’ll do anything I have to do around the house okay?” he asked cupping your face with his hands.

“Okay…” you were completely at loss of words so you simply agreed with him.

You left the room going to the bathroom and taking a some clean clothes to wear. You spent probably twenty minutes under the hot steamy shower and you felt your muscles relax a bit more. You then did your skin care routine and shaved, you fixed your hair and apply your energy oil on it. You felt like a new person and it only took you twenty minutes!

In the meantime Dusan tried to get the kids to sleep but they were too active to be tired so he did the only thing he could think of ; playing football with them, in hoping they would get tired.

So when you came back to the living room you saw Dusan crawling on the floor and passing the ball with the kids who kept laughing.

“C’mon princess you can score!” he said passing the ball to your daughter and cheering when she put the ball, of course with her hands, on the couch.

“Yes you did it!” he cheered picking her up and kissing her all over her face “we have a new champion here!” he joked and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“You too big boy!” he said picking him up too “you scored an amazing hat-trick before! You will be a football player like your dad uh?” he teased him.

“Or maybe he would love to be a doctor, or a lawyer” you joked and Dusan made a disappointed face.

“You sound like my mother!” he joked and you bursted out laughing.

“Technically, I am a mother” you reminded him and he laughed.

“Yes you are, and the best one…right babies?” he asked and they laughed.

You picked your daughter from his arms and hold her in yours.

“I think it’s time to go to bed uh?” Dusan asked when he saw her yawning “why don’t you go to bed so I can put them to sleep?” he asked you.

“Are you sure?” Dusan never put them to bed, not because he didn’t want to but it was your favorite thing to do once the babies were born so he always let you do that but tonight you were so tired you couldn’t even think straight.

“Yes baby, go to bed…” he kissed your forehead and then picked his baby girl up again.

You nodded and went straight to bed, trying to find the strength to not fall asleep.

“Okay babies, it’s time for you to sleep…” he said putting them down in their own cribs. You heard him speaking to the twins because you always left the door open, in case anything happened so you could hear them through the night.

“I love you very much you know that?” he asked them even if he knew they couldn’t answer him back “you’re very lucky to have y/n as your mom, she’s a super mom and she loves you very very much but please, don’t make her so tired, can you that for dad?” he asked again but stopped talking when he saw them both fast asleep.

“Sweet dreams” he whispered while leaving the room.

He had a smile on his face, probably the effect of putting the kids to bed.

You were almost fast asleep when you heard him coming to bed.

You wanted to tell him how great he had been with the kids but you couldn’t find the strength to do it so you simply smiled at him.

“Goodnight my love” he kissed your forehead and held you closer to his body, his hand gently stroking your hair, helping you falling asleep faster.

He was thinking of how lucky he was to have someone like you in his life.

[applejuicefruit]

i love your fics, you’re the only one who writes for my man dušan so i was wondering if you could write something angst today fluff where they were high school sweethearts like they’ve been in love since they were kids but eventually they broke up because he moves out to be a football player but one reader is at his match and he sees her in the crowd? you can chose the ending

this is a completely sad one, don’t hate me :))

dusan vlahovic x reader

See you later

You and Dusan knew each other since you were kids. Not only he was your classmate during elementary and middle school but he was also your best friend, your comfort person, your safe place and your boyfriend. A lot of people said you were too young to know what love was but you knew exactly what love was when you met him. You found peace with him, it didn’t matter if you were only seven when you met him and it didn’t matter when he asked you to be his girlfriend when you were thirteen. You knew he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Unfortunately things change. You always supported his dream to be a football player and you never missed one of his games when he was a kid, you were always front row cheering for him. But when he told you he was moving to Italy to play in Florence you saw something change in him. He was more focused on his career that your relationship and you couldn’t really blame him, you knew how much effort he put in his career but you weren’t ready for what was to come.

You still remember his words.

“I’m so sorry y/n…I don’t think I can keep up with a long distance relationship…it’s better for us if we break up” that’s what he said to you. You felt your heart go in millions of pieces. You know you couldn’t go with him but you didn’t expect the situation to go so down.

You were only sixteen, too young to be in love, so why did you feel completely empty the moment he left?

You remember going into a spiral of sadness and emptiness, where your days consisted of waking up, going to school, eat if you remembered, doing homework, going to sleep and doing all of that again. That became your loop. Dusan didn’t even try to contact you once he was in Italy. You thought he didn’t care but reality was he couldn’t forgive himself for hurting you, for breaking your heart, thinking you deserved more than that. He hated himself, your face still present in his head when he broke up with you, your eyes filled with sadness and anger, hate, knowing that you would never want to see him again.

It took a lot for you to forgive him. You wanted to hate him, to be mad at him but more than you tried the less you could bring yourself to hate him. You had nothing but love for him.

You always watched his games and it didn’t matter if you were in a different country, you always found a way to watch them. Some things changed when he moved to Turin to play for Juventus. You were already twenty and there was only one thing in your mind : go to Turin and watch a Juventus match.

And so you did. You packed your things and bought a ticket for the new upcoming match. You were lucky you worked for a while so you were able to save yourself some money.

Of course when you got in Turin the first thing you did was buying Vlahovic signature Juventus t-shirt. You were so proud of him for making in it so far.

You were currently sat down watching the lights of the stadium turning black to present all the players and you shouted so loud when the speaker announced Dusan that you feared someone might me annoyed by you. You knew he wouldn’t be able to see you but you still wanted him to feel your presence.

Only ten minutes on the game and Juventus was already winning, and of course Dusan scored the first goal. He celebrated right under the seats where you were seated and it took him only two seconds to see your face in the crowd. He froze. Definitely not expecting to see you there. He was speechless.

His teammates shook him out of his trance and they continued playing. The game ended and juventus won 4-0. Dusan scored twice and you couldn’t help but let a few tears of joy fall.

You were slowly getting out of the stadium when you saw a security guard coming towards you, signing you that you had to follow him. You already knew that Dusan did all of that.

The guard took you into a small room and told you to wait there.

A few seconds later Dusan came into the room with a face you would never forget.

“Y/n…” he whispered. He maintained his distances with you, not knowing if you wanted him closer or not.

“Hey Duci” you called him by his nickname and he melted right away, missing the comfort of your voice.

“What-what are you doing here?” he asked, a bit shocked to see you.

“I wanted to see the match” you simply said and he nodded.

“I didn’t know you were a Juventus fan” he teased you and you smiled.

“I’m your fan. I follow every team you play for” you confessed and he was shocked.

“Wow…” he simply said.

You two spent a few minutes in complete silence.

“Listen y/n…if you’re here to say that you hate me don’t even try to say it, I hate me too, for everything I did to you, for the way I treated you, for the way we broke up…I have no excuses but I’m so sorry it took me all of these years so say it…I still love you and I never stopped loving you. Not for a second. You still mean too much for me…I’m so sorry for letting you go, I don’t deserve you” Dusan said, fighting back his tears because he had no intention of crying in front of you.

“Hey…shhh Duci, it’s okay…I promise you I don’t hate you, I can’t hate you, you mean so much to me you have no idea, I love you and I will always love you…I just needed to see you one last time” you said holding his hands.

“What you mean one last time?” he asked you.

“I’m moving to New York…I was accepted into the photography school I applied one year ago. They accepted me last week so I wanted to see you one more time before moving to the other side of the world…” you confessed him.

“But that won’t be the last time I’m seeing you, right? You’ll still come back home? To see mama? Your family?” he asked you hoping you would say yes.

“I will come back home but it will probably be once or twice a year, not much more…I just…I wanted to say goodbye Duci…I missed you and the last time I saw you I was so mad I didn’t even want to talk to you…this time I wanna do it right” you let a few tears fall but Dusan was quick to dry them away. How you missed his touch on your skin. You leaned into his hand, finding the comfort you once missed. He took a few steps closer and gently grabbed your neck and pulled you into him. Your lips barely touching in what was a very soft kiss. You missed feeling him on you. You missed him. Dusan couldn’t hold it back and kissed you with more passion, a very needy kiss, more like a sorry for hurting you so much and leaving you alone all of these years.

You knew you had to step back, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to leave him.

“Duci…” you whispered, his hands on your waist while his head was on the crook of your neck.

“Don’t go please…please stay here” he knew it was selfish asking you to stay with him, not when he left you for following his dreams. Now you were leaving home to follow yours, but he couldn’t help feeling that something could have been different.

“Don’t think this as a goodbye…more like a see you later” you said cracking a smile even if you were hiding all the pain.

“I should have never let you go…that was my biggest mistake, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life” he said and you smiled.

“You won’t…” you whispered “I have to go now…but it was nice seeing you again” you said and he nodded, kissing your hands and showing you the way out.

Once you were out of the stadium you let yourself go, crying and hoping no one could see you.

But you thought about your words. One day, sooner or later you would see him again.

[applejuicefruit]

Ooo you are Italian? Dušan Vlahović now lives in Italy, Turin to be more specific haha and he speaks it so could you write something like the reader and him go to a restaurant and the waitres is a male and he is kinda flirty with the reader and Dušan get's jealous cause he heard the waitres talking about the reader and he got mad at him and it's obvious so when they get back home they have "angry sex" kinda and Dušan goes a little bit too hard to the point where the reader has a tear rolling down her cheek and he stops and takes care of her. OF COURSE if you are comfortable with writting that. Cause he's serbian and us Balkan people can get a bit aggressive sometimes

This was a challenging request honestly 🤭 I changed it a bit on the smut part because I can’t write smuts so please don’t hate me 😭

I hope you like it ❤️

dusan vlahovic x reader

this is smut you must be 18+ to read this

Power & Control

It was date night for you and Dušan. He loved taking you out everytime he could. Showing you around Turin. So you were both in his car driving to this restaurant he booked. He said it was one of the most famous restaurants here in Turin and he couldn’t wait to try it with you. He was proud showing you around his city, speaking italian to impress you. You loved when he spoke italian with you , it always gave you butterflies.

Once you arrived he helped you out of the car and led you through the majestic entrance of the restaurant. It was beautiful. Like a palace. It was huge.

A waiter welcomed you and sat you down at your table, it was amazing.

You were both reading the menu and you honestly wanted to try everything, from the pasta to the desserts.

“What can I get you?” a waiter came ten minutes after ready to take your order. You both got pasta and wine. You thanked the waiter and he thanked you back but before leaving he said something in italian you couldn’t understand.

“Cazzo che bona…” he said almost in a whisper but you had no idea of what he said so you didn’t care but Dušan heard and understand and his blood was boiling. How dared he say something like that when you were there with your boyfriend?

The same waiter came back after twenty minutes with your dinner and a bottle of wine. Pouring the wine in your glass first he winked at you and then pouring in it into Dušan’s glass. Dušan’s face was hard as stone meaning he saw the gesture the waiter did to you and he wasn’t happy about it.

“Have a good dinner” the waiter said before leaving and also this time he said something in italian you couldn’t quite understand. “Ti scoperei qua” he said while you started eating. Dušan tried to calm down because he didn’t want to make a scene in front of everyone but he was so pissed that a waiter ruined the night he spent days organising for you.

You both ate quietly and this was weird because Dušan always loved talking about his day when you were eating. You tried to make conversation with him but he would simply give you short answers like “yes” or “no” or “okay” so at one point you stopped and continue to eat. Nothing to say, the food was amazing. You both left the restaurant a couple of hours later when you were both full and tired.

The car drive back home was silent and full of tension. Dušan hands were gripping the wheel so hard you thought he could break it at any point.

“Babe can you tell me what’s wrong?” you asked him once you got home. But instead of answering you, Dušan grabbed you by your waist and dragged you towards the bedroom. He quickly removed his jacket and his t-shirt, remaining shirtless in front of you. He let you lay on the bed, him overpowering you. He removed your dress, your bra and your panties leaving you completely naked in front of him. He started kissing your neck, lowering himself on your breast, taking one nipple between his teeth and the other one with his hand. “Sei mia” he would whisper. You’re mine. You remembered that. He always says that, even if you were just cuddling, he liked to reminded you who you belonged to. Dušan lined up with your entrance, entering you in a swift move. He didn’t even give you time to adjust that he started pounding in you, his hands steady on your hips leaving marks, his lips kissing and biting your neck, marking you. Everything was so hot and overwhelming at the same time you had no idea what has gotten into him. His hips slamming hard into you but still keeping a low pace. Pleasure and pain were overwhelming you that a few tears fell from your eyes. Dušan noticed it too and he immediately stopped his movements.

“Sweetheart are you okay?” he asked looking at you. You didn’t even speak, too scared your voice would break so you simply nodded.

“No baby I need words” he asked, looking at you with a worried face

“I’m-I’m okay…it’s just too much” you said, a few tears falling from your eyes and in that moment Dušan understood that he let his anger out on you and he was pissed at himself.

“Okay…I’m gonna pull out…” he said pulling out of you, his eyes never leaving your face and his heart breaking a little when he saw your look the moment he pulled out. He knew he hurt you.

“Hey babe…can you look at me please?” he asked softly when he saw you were avoiding his look. You looked at him and saw his face. He was punishing himself for hurting you.

“Dušan, I’m fine…” you said trying to reassure him

“No you’re not…I hurt you…I’m so sorry baby” he said kissing your forehead “let me take care of you” he got up and carried you into the bathroom. He let you sit on the sink, checking if you had any bruises while waiting for the tub to be filled with water. Once the water was ready he gently laid you in the bathtub, him behind you, his hands gently massaging your back while he softly kissed your neck

“Babe…what happened?” you asked him “you changed at the restaurant and when we got home you became…quite different”

“I let my possessiveness and anger out on you and I’m so sorry baby…but the waiter at the restaurant, he said those things knowing you couldn’t understand and it made me so mad…I couldn’t think about a man touching you…it made me so jealous that I had to show you who you belonged to, and that ended up with you being hurt…I’m so fucking sorry baby” he explained

“It’s okay…I’m fine Dušan, it just got a little bit too much…” you said looking straight into his eyes, you needed him to know that you were okay “next time you talk to me if something is bothering you…”

“I promise…next time I’ll talk to you even if the waiter messed up my food” he joked and you laughed a bit.

After cleaning you up he dressed you in his clothes and helped you getting in bed. He was being so gentle with you.

“I’m so tired” you whispered while laying on his chest

“I know baby…let’s sleep” he said wrapping his arms around you, being careful of not to hurt you where you had some bruises. You fell asleep first while Dušan took more time, thinking about of how lucky he was to have you in his life.

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cazzo che bona = fuck, you’re hot

ti scoperei qua = I would fuck you here (in front of your boyfriend)

[applejuicefruit]

Hello. Could you do a Dusan Vlahovic one where he has a day off and helps you take care of your nephews and starts to have a baby fever

dusan vlahovic x reader

Baby?

You were currently laying on the floor with your two nephews that were playing like they were the avengers. Your sister asked you if you could watch over them for a couple of hours because she had some errands to do and of course you said yes. You loved spending time with your nephews, especially if Dusan was there with you helping you around. The two kids loved Dusan, mostly because he always plays football with them and teaches them some cool tricks. But right now you were playing the villain and your nephews were Thor and Iron Man, trapping you down to “save the city”. It’s been two hours you’ve been playing and they still had energy left.

Their eyes sparkled when Dusan got back home early from training. You told him your nephews were staying with you for a few hours and he was completely thrilled at the idea.

“Look who’s there” you said to the kids when they saw Dusan entering the apartment. Trying to get their attention to him instead of you.

“Uncle Du!” one of them screamed running towards him.

“Hey big boy” he said to the older while the youngest was slowly crawling to him. Dusan was faster than him so he picked him up in his arms and kissed him too.

“Why is aunt y/n laying on the floor?” Dusan asked, not being able to contain his laugh.

“No no aunt y/n…Loki!” the younger one said trying to form a phrase but Dusan was still having difficulty to understand him, mostly because you liked Marvel and he didn’t so he had no idea of who Loki was.

“Aunt y/n is Loki, the bad guy and I am Iron Man!” the oldest explained so Dusan could understand.

“Loki is not the bad guy…” you whispered, sure that your nephew didn’t hear because you didn’t want to ruin Avengers Infinity War for them, they were still too young for watching that movie.

“Okay okay, but I think aunt y/n should lay on the couch and not on the floor, she could get a cold and you don’t want her to be sick right?” Dusan asked them and they both nodded.

You stood up and mouthed a thank you to him.

“What do you want to do kids?” you asked them once you were back on your comfortable red couch.

“Football!!!” the youngest scream and you started laughing, thinking that now it was Dusan’s turn to suffer.

“Yes football!” the older agreed too.

“Yeah, I think it’s a perfect idea, right Dusan?” you teased him and he laughed.

“Okay okay…I’ll teach you something new” he said and both of the kids laughed.

You were still laying on the couch, watching how Dusan was being careful at every movement he was doing with the kids, trying to teach them some cool things but at the same time watching them in case they would fall or get hurt. He was always so attentive and caring when it came to kids, your mind started to wander what it would look like if you both had kids one day. You were still relatively young, only twenty two so you had all of your life in front of you to take that big decisions but seeing him so happy around your nephews had some effect on you.

After one hour of football they got tired so you and Dusan put them to sleep in your guest room while you ordered something to eat. Your sister texted you that she was coming in two hours and she couldn’t stop thanking you for taking care of the kids, knowing well that she needed a day to herself after being a full time mom, she deserved some time to relax.

“They have so much energy!” Dusan laughed sitting next to you on the couch.

“I know…they’ve been playing for more than five hours straight and they fell asleep just now!” you agreed with him.

“But I love spending time with them…” Dusan said and you nodded. They brought a light of energy into your life and you were happy with them.

“You’re so good with them” you said to Dusan.

“Kids make me happy…they’re so innocent, full of life, sometimes I think about us…and a kid in the future” Dusan confessed and you froze. Did he really say he wants a kid with you?

“Me too…” you said.

“Really?” he asked you a bit surprised of you.

“I mean…maybe not now, but I want a family with you Dusan…I love how you act around kids, you will be such an incredible father, I can guarantee that” you smiled and Dusan wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close.

His hands gently laid on your belly and you felt something you never felt before.

“I can already imagine you pregnant with my baby” he whispered “you would look so good…I would take such good care of you and our baby…” he kissed your neck “you would be an amazing mom, always making sure the kids are happy and safe…”

“Do you think we are ready? For a baby?” you asked him and he nodded.

“I think we are more than ready…I want this with you, a family, a baby…” he said straight to you and you nodded, feeling more confident.

“Let’s do it then” you whispered.

Dusan got so eager that put you in his lap and started kissing you but you stopped him.

“I meant when my sister comes to pick up the kids…” you laughed.

“Oh okay…when is she coming?” he smirked and you bursted out laughing. You couldn’t wait to start a new life with him.

[applejuicefruit]

About that Dusan request…one where he is going on a date with a new girl and spottes his ex girlfriend with someone and gets so jealous because he still has feelings for her. Isn’t necessary a name for the girl, right?

I didn’t know if you wanted reader to be the new girl or the ex girlfriend but I assumed she was going to be the ex girlfriend in this story, let me know if I got it right 😭

Also thank you for requesting this ⭐️

Break up with your boyfriend

Life’s a shit, you always thought. Everything in your life went wrong, from your divorced parents who blamed you for their marriage fail, to your only best friend cheating with your first ever boyfriend, from falling in love again with the man you thought it was the one to having the worst break up because he wanted to focus more on his football career than keeping a very healthy and genuine relationship with you. But as you thought men were stupid, the fact was that your ex couldn’t keep a relationship with you focus on his career proved you that in fact men have two brain cells. When you met Dušan everything changed. You never felt something like that for anyone, not even your ex. He taught you how to love and showed you what it meant to be loved. He was perfect for you until the day he wasn’t. You knew he played football. You weren’t a fan but you supported him no matter what, always cheering for him at the stadium, always wearing his jersey and showing him all the love and the support you had. But things for his team got hard and he broke up with you with the excuse that he needed to be more focus on his football career. You were heartbroken, you never thought that day would come but here you were, gathering your things from his apartment, not even looking him in the eyes because you knew you would start crying and wouldn’t stop. In just a minute you were out of his apartment and his life.

It’s been nine months after the break up and even if it took you a few months to realize what happened you were okay now. You didn’t even think about him anymore, in fact you met someone new, you were seeing a person for a few weeks and you liked him. You were still knowing each others but you liked how everything was going, not rushing anything, just calm and peace. He was very patient, elegant and kind, always asking for permission and consent, even when you first kissed. And you absolutely loved it.

It was a cold october afternoon when you and your new boyfriend were happily taking a walk in the centre of Turin when he asked if he could stop for a few minutes into a shop he saw. You said yes - of course - and asked him if he wanted you to go but he said you could wait for him if you didn’t mind it because he was going to be quick. So he left your hand and gently kissed it before going into the store. That gesture made you smile and blush a bit.

While you were outside of the shop waiting for him to come back io decided to check your phone for a bit but getting bored you put it down and looked at the people who were having a nice day in the city. That’s when you saw him. Dušan. Coming out from Louis Vuitton. Hand in hand with a new girl. And that made you feel sad. He broke up with you because he wanted to focus more on his football career and now he was here with a new girl? He saw you too. He saw the look on your face, the pain and in that moment he was cursing himself for being the reason of your pain. He never wanted to break up with you, he just thought it was better for him but he quickly realised how he missed you. You wanted to scream at him but you didn’t. You felt your eyes becoming glossy but you didn’t want to cry, not in front of him, not in front of millions of people. Instead you turned and went into the shop looking for your boyfriend.

Dušan saw that too. Saw the way you went straight into his arms and the way he kissed you, probably asking if you were okay. It made his blood boil. He was so mad because you found someone else but he was so mad at himself for letting you go.

After that day you spent the night home alone. You didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anybody. Until you heard a knock on your front door.

Not thinking twice you opened the door, maybe it was your boyfriend who wanted to spend some time with you. Instead you came face to face with Dušan.

“Hey…” he said awkwardly but you didn’t say anything back “…can I come in?” he asked this time

“No, now get out” you said in your steady voice

“Please…we need to talk” he begged you, looking at you with his eyes and you knew you couldn’t resist so you let him in

“What do you want?” you asked him

“We’re not dating” he said probably referring to the girl you saw him with “we’re just…friends”

“Honestly? I don’t care. She can be your girlfriend or you fuck friend I don’t care, we’re over don’t you remember?” you asked in a sarcastic tone

“I do remember…but I also know that breaking up with you was never my intention…I loved you so much and I still love you and seeing you with that man today made me so mad…”

“Wait you’re here because you’re jealous? You broke up with me! You didn’t want me anymore! It’s been nine months Dušan…I’m dating someone else and I’m happy okay?” you shouted at him losing your temper

“But does he make you happy like I did?” he asked you taking few steps towards you

“Yes” you said

“Now say it again but look me in the eyes” he said placing his hands on your hips, your body not even moving - you hated the effect he had on you

“I’m in love with him…” you said, your voice cracking a bit

“Sure…” he whispered

“You can’t do this…” you said looking up at him

“Do what?”

“This…breaking up with me, making me feel like shit and then after months coming back here like nothing happened…you hurt me, you fucking hurt me…you can’t come back here, pretending to not knowing I’m in a relationship and act like you want me back Dušan…I can’t - I can’t do this…” you said freeing yourself from his grip but he was too quick he grabbed your hand

“I know I’m so sorry…I never meant to hurt you, I still love you, I’ve never stopped loving you…” he said looking into your eyes and you could see he was telling the truth “I miss you so much you have no idea…please, please break up with him…give me a second chance baby…I miss you” he said, taking your hands and kissing them, then placing a kiss on your cheek and you closed your eyes, not being able to look at him “please baby…” he said coming closer and closer to your face, one of his hands reaching the back of your neck. Your head was spinning, your look was back on his lips and all you wanted to do was kissing him. He made the first move and he gently kissed you. How you missed his lips and his taste. He was everything you ever wished for.

“Please break up with your boyfriend” he begged you and you simply nodded, kissing him again and leading him into the bedroom knowing he would have to make up to you for all the moments you’ve lost.

[melanieph321]

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Claim Me Part 2/3

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Part 1

Summary - Reader is Dusan Vlahovic sister and is dating Kenan. However, Reader has yet told her brother of the relationship as he is very protective of her.

Enjoy!

For lunch with the team and their families, you chose to wear pants. Levi's jeans, to be specific. Somehow, Kenan had managed to arrange the seating at the restaurant so that the two of you would be seated right before each other. You were thankful that he had been eager to tell you about his achievements before your arrival at the restaurant. It allowed you to prepare for the worst, like your boyfriend attempting to play footsie while you tried to enjoy your food.

It was pretty funny. His reaction as his foot went up your legs, expecting to feel your bare thighs, only to be met with the rough fabric of your jeans.

"Whatta..."

You had to look away not to burst out in laughter.

"Behave."

Your behavior earned you an elbow from Dusan, who, God forbid, despised laughter around the table. Or laughter in general.

"Are you twelve, or what?" He hissed, to which you were quite offended by. Kenan must have noticed this because his face went from playful to leathal in just a matter of seconds.

"It's okay." You nodded assuringly. However, he was not happy with Dusan and had to excuse himself to go use the restroom.

"Hey?"

There wasn't much you could say to cheer him up. However, he seemed to appreciate the fact that you came looking for him after he had been gone for a while.

"Hey?" He said, meeting your reflection through the mirror. "You know this is the men's restroom, right?"

"Really, then why are you in here?"

He chuckled.

You came up behind him and rested your chin on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist. "It's getting kind of boring out there. What if we ditched this thing and went somewhere else?"

"Won't your brother notice?"

"Nina can cover for me. She always does."

Kenan turned around, forcing you to shift your arms to wrap around his neck, your forheads pressed together.

"I love you." He said.

"Love you too."

"I mean it Y/N. I've never felt this way about another person."

"Felt what?" You raised your head, your nose caressing his, only then did you notice that Kenan's eyes were closed.

"I guess I just don't want to lose you." He sighed.

"Baby." You shrugged his shoulders. His eyelids opened. "What makes you think you're gonna lose me? I'm not going anywhere."

Kenan shied away, the two of you letting go of each other. You kept an eye on the bathroom door as anyone could burst in at any moment.

"I know that." Kenan nodded. It was difficult for him to express his feelings at times. "Like I said before, I want to be able to hold your hand without looking over my shoulder for Dusan. I think it would be better if we just told him the truth. Rip off the bandaid, I mean."

"Kenan I don't..."

"I get it." He nodded. "It's not as easy as I believe. But what if it is?"

You felt for him. You really did. But more than anything, you admired Kenan for wanting to tell Dusan that the two of you were seeing each other. He wanted to do so despite the fact that it could jeopardize the teams dynamic. Not to mention the ridicule and cold shoulders he could face from his other teammates. Still, Kenan thought that you were worth the risk.

"Have I ever told you how good you look in a suit?"

Kenan looked up from where he had been standing by the sink. He saw you scowling him up and down, a devious smile on your lips. "No, but try me." He grinned.

"You look hot." You said, approaching him were he stood. "So fucking hot."

"Yeah?"

"Yes. You can only imagine what it's doing to me right now, seeing you all dressed up."

Kenan's raised a curious brow. His hand went to wrap around your waist as you stood before him again. "Tell me." He whispered. "What exactly is it doing to you?"

Your lip was caught between your teeth. You bit down hard. Even more so, feeling Kenan's hand slip down the length of your back to the curve of your ass. He squeezed it, pressing you against his growing erection.

"I want to fuck you so bad right now."

"In here?" He frowned, questionably looking around the Men's restroom.

You nodded. "In here."

You grabbed his tie, pulling him towards one of the bathroom stalls. As the door trapped the two of you inside, the explicit kissing began.

It was filthy and primitive beyond measure. You had managed to cover up your last hickey with make up, but as Kenan got busy nipping at your cleavage, licking and sucking your breast, you feared that you had no way to cover up those future bruises.

"Fuck Y/N, you're unreal." He groand and slipped a hand down your jeans, feeling the heat from your damped panties. "I want to fuck you until you scream my name."

You smiled. "Then what are you waiting for?"

Kenan paused to look at you,  not sure if this was you giving him his full consent to fuck your brians out. Nevertheless he went for a more tender approach, wanting to please you all the way, without rushing.

You moaned as his fingertips slipped under the fabric of your panties, brushing the bed of you pubic hair, searching for your opening. Once he found it, he slipped two fingers inside, sensing that you were more than ready for it.

The back of your head hit the stall, with a hand covering your mouth to smother your gasping moan.

"Yes baby,  you like that?"

"Mhm." You nodded, fighting back tears in your eyes. He kept a steady paste, thrusting his fingers in and out of you in angles that hit every right spot.

"Don't be shy, baby." He talk you through it, the erruption of your orgasm. "You can come for me. Please, baby, come all over my fingers."

You stood on your tippy toes, climbing the steep hill of your rising orgasm. "Kenan,  I'm gonna..."

"Yes baby, let it go."

It was unbearable, your panties pushed to the side, Kenan's braud fingers deep inside of you, lubricated by the liquid that help spark the flame of the craziest orgasm that you ever experienced.

"Fuck."

You crumbled against the bathroom walls. With Kenan slipping out of you to reach for your jaw, pulling your face towards his, rewarding his good girl with a gentle kiss.

"You did good baby. So fucking good."

You smiled weakly and allowed his helping hand to get you back up on your feet.

"I want you to feel good to."

He smiled. "You already do."

"No, I didn't mean it like that." Looking down the bulge in Kenan's pants gave him away. It was your turn to pleasure him.

"Y/N, you don't have to..." He protested, seeing you lower yourself to your knees. "The floor is dirty, baby. I don't want you to..."

"But Kenan..." You whimpered, your eyes big as you looked up at him. "I want to."

"Yes?"

You nodded, "Yes."

His hand went to the back of your head, gripping your hair. You were eager, licking your lips as you reached for his zipper, the bulge in his pants more than ready to be set free.

"Y/N, is that you?"

You froze.

Outside of the stall, the door to the restroom flung open, followed by heavy footsteps.

You looked up to see that Kenan shared the same look of panic in his eyes.

"Y/N!" Dusan hissed, your body trembling with the anger in his voice. "I can see your heels. I know you're in there. Who's in there with you?"

Your heart sank. Not like this, you thought. He will kill him. Your brother is gonna kill your boyfriend.

Part 1