#hector fort one shots

[sports-on-sundays]

hii can u write smth about hector and reader being best friends bc their parents are very close friends, and him realizing that he is down bad for her after having a small talk with his mother.

Please and thank u, love ur written btw 💝

mama's boy / Héctor Fort / Part 1

Summary: Héctor x best friend!reader - Héctor being a stupid little adorable idiot in love. Link to part 2

Warnings: censored cuss

Requested?: Yes.

"Why don't you two go out on the front porch?" your mother suddenly brings up. Though, yes, you and Héctor are seventeen now, and should be able to sit through an adult conversation with your parents and stay respectful without being antsy, everyone knows that's not true.

But still. Being asked to go out on the front porch? That can never be a good sign.

"Why?" you demand. "The weather is so gross out."

"Because Mama told you to," your father pipes in sternly. "Now, go on. You can go with Héctor. We adults are allowed to have a conversation without your ears listening."

You're about to protest further, but then Héctor, sitting next to you, gives you a little nudge. "Oh, come on. You're so disrespectful to your parents. Just come on out with me."

You frown but stand up dramatically, following him outside.

The truth is, it's embarrassing having to sit alone with a boy like Héctor.

Not because he's creepy, or not nice. No, it's because he is nice. He's nicer than every other boy you know, and you never know how to react to him.

You plop down on the porch swing with him. He starts using his long legs to swing the two of you back and forth, and you tuck your (shorter) legs up, sitting criss cross.

"It's beautiful and sunny out. What's gross about today?"

You pout a little. "So humid."

"Oh, come on, now. It's fine."

You cross your arms and stare out at the sunny view behind Héctor's house, and the bright colors make it easy to forget your grumpy mood as you ask with a soft giggle, looking to Héctor, "What do you think our parents are talking about?" When you look to Héctor, he immediately looks away from you.

But you caught the split second of his big brown eyes staring at you.

But he shrugs casually. "Probably just boring stuff."

"Do you think it could be about us?"

Héctor smiles, chuckling a bit at the question. "Maybe, but I'm not going to worry about it."

You shrug. You sure want to think about it, but since Héctor brushes it off so easily, you suppose you may as well do the same.

You sit together in silence, swinging back and forth.

And for you, this just feels like a normal, nice breezy day, sitting with a family friend.

But for Héctor, deep down inside, this feels like more.

He watches the way your eyes seem to glimmer in the sunlight. The way your hair gently tosses in the warm breeze. How the sunlight seems to light up your face. He wonders what you're thinking about as you look out. He looks at your smooth hands, sitting in your lap, and all at once, it hits him.

He blushes deep red, looking away.

She's gorgeous.

"Y/n-" he suddenly says, not knowing what to say, but knowing he has to say something.

"Yeah?" you look over casually.

"You, uh... You're... I think your- uh."

"Yeah?" you lean in expectantly.

"Your shoelace is untied. You should tie it. Don't want you to trip," he quickly comes up with.

You shrug and lean down, tying your shoe.

"Was there anything else?" you ask once you finish, looking at him again.

But then suddenly, before he can come up with some other awkward response, the screen door behind you opens, and Héctor's mama walks out. "Hey, you two," she smiles. "Héc, Y/n needs to go now with her parents. So say goodbye."

You grin, glancing to him and giving him a playful nudge. "Bye, Héc."

He rolls his eyes, but he feels his face flush. "Only my mama can call me that."

"If you say so. Héc," you say with a giggle as you stand up. You wave to him, thank his mother, and walk into the house to go to the front, where your parents will be waiting to go home.

Meanwhile, when Héctor's mother is about to go back into the house, he suddenly says, "Wait. Mama. Can... Can you sit down next to me? Just for a few minutes?"

She smiles a bit and sits down next to her son on the porch swing. "Of course." The two sit there silently for a few minutes, before Héctor's mother finally says, "So... You really like that girl, don't you?"

Héctor swallows. "I... I don't know. I guess... I guess she's just really pretty. And I've known her for so long."

His mother smiles, giving his shoulder a little pat, and teases, "Does my boy have a crush?"

Just at those words, his heart rate quickens. "Crush?! I don't know if it's a crush..."

"Sounds like it to me," she chuckles. "And it's looked like you've had one on her for quite a while now, but you're just too scared to admit it..."

"Mama..." Héctor sighs, putting his warm face in his hand.

"Yes?" she smiles.

He's quite for a few seconds, before muttering, "I think you're right..."

"About what?" she grins.

"That... Well, I don't know. I kind of... I love every single second I get to be with her. It's like I'm down bad for her. F*cking mad for this girl."

"Hey, young man," she chuckles. "Watch your tongue."

"Right," he rolls his eyes, but then comments, "But do you know what I mean? Like, what I'm saying?"

"Oh, Héctor," she chuckles. "Of course I do. Can't get her out of your mind, can you?"

Héctor seems to just flush even more at this. "I guess not..."

She smiles, patting her son's shoulder a bit as she stands up. "Well, even if you don't think so, I bet she likes you back."

"She doesn't act like it."

"Oh, come on, now. How d'you know? Girls are different than guys. She'd be a good girl for you. I mean, your mama approves of her," she adds with a chuckle.

"So, what are you saying?" Héctor asks slowly, looking up to meet his mother's eyes.

She smiles a bit as she opens the screen door to go inside. "I'm saying that you should think about asking her out on a date sometime."

And she goes back inside, leaving Héctor as a flustered mess of swarming thoughts, to think over that decision on his own.

"Hey, Y/n," Héctor says immediately when he sees you next, which is, this time, a visit at your family home, to have some dinner. It's like he's made a beeline toward you and now stands in front of you. "Dinner won't be ready right away, right?"

You shake your head slowly. "No, I reckon not. Why?"

"Could we... like, I don't know... Go to your room or something?"

You shrug and nod, leading him there. "Sure. I don't see why not." When you make it there, you sit down on the bed together. You lean back against your pillows, but Héctor sits there very stiffly. After a few seconds of silence, you say, "So... what's up?"

Suddenly he turns to you, takes your hand, and blurts, "Uh- Friday? Evening? Would you be free for me to take you out, for, like, dinner someplace?"

You stare back, eyebrows shooting up. You glance at your hands. "Like, on a date?"

Héctor feels the soft skin of your smaller hand. "Yeah... Right, like on a date."

"O- Oh... Yeah, sure... I guess so. Yeah, we can do that."

He seems to let out a long breath of relief as you ask, "Where to?"

"You choose?"

"Surprise me," you grin. "But not too fancy. Don't go overboard."

Then he mutters, "Maybe I'll just ask my mama what she thinks."

"What?" you ask with a chuckle.

"Nothing!" he blushes.

"I heard you!"

He glances away, shifting, but holds your hand tighter.

You grin and comment, "You like me a lot, don't you?"

He drags his hand over his face, clearly very embarrassed.

But even as you teasingly smile, your cheeks are heating up a bit, too. "You've always been so sweet with me... Now it makes sense. So, what, did your mama finally help you figure it out? That you like me, and I like you back?"

"You do?!" his head shoots up, his eyes shining like stars.

You grin and nod a little, but say, "You never answered my question, Héc."

He sighs, glancing away, but chuckles, "Maybe..."

You grin. "So, in other words, 'yes.'" You grin and suddenly lean in. You grin press your lips to his blazing warm red cheek and murmur close to his ear, "You've always been your mama's boy."

He just buries his face in his hands, an embarrassed, adorable, overwhelmed-with-emotions mess.

But honestly, maybe he's not so bad.

He might even be a little cute.

[strawberryblue-blog]

Kisses —FC BARCELONA.

summary: What are their kisses like or how do they like to kiss you?

warnings: none. cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

—Pedri Gonzalez.

His kisses are too long and affectionate. He likes the sensation of feeling you close to him, he thinks it is intimate and the most tender way to show love.

He could spend hours kissing your lips, soft and delicate, showing you how much he likes your lips. He is very shy at times but if you kiss him first, he will not be able to stop.

Your soft and full lips are like an addiction for Pedri, he loves the sensation of feeling them on his skin at any time. Whether on his cheeks or forehead. During sex, he also kisses your lips a lot, especially to silence his squeals and to make you feel loved. Because he really loves you and your lips a lot.

—Pablo Gavi.

One of the most amateur kissers in history, not of your lips but of your neck and jaw. He likes your lips but is obsessed with the soft, supple skin of your neck.

Especially because he likes to mark his trails, so when his lips are on your neck, he will play with you until you turn red. He loves the sensation of hearing you gasp and laugh at the same time.

During sex, he prefers not so much to kiss as to watch. Watching you is more his thing, but, after the action he is very affectionate and caring. Maybe there he kisses you too much to make up for what he couldn't kiss you before.

—Ferran Torres.

Ferran knows what a good kisser he is, he always received compliments about it and you always remind him of it. So when he is with you he likes to kiss you all the time because he knows how much you like his kisses.

He kisses you anywhere, no matter where it is, he knows how to make your skin bristle with so little. On your lips, neck and shoulders. Your shoulders are his weakness.

When you are having sex he doesn't kiss so much because he likes to concentrate on you but from time to time he seeks your lips. His kisses are very long and seductive.

—Fermin López.

Fermín loves kissing, loves kissing you and loves to be kissed by you. An exchange of mutual love which, for Fermín, is heaven itself. He loves to feel your lips on his, short or long, he doesn't care.

He could kiss you all day long, on your lips, your thighs, your belly, your neck or your face. He's super cheesy and tender. He knows you like it and he will take advantage of it to feel you.

Not necessarily during sex, because sometimes he can't hold back the moans and has to let them out but after he's done, he'll be a ball of love. He will kiss you so much, until you fall asleep. Just like the next morning, he will wake you up with his kisses.

—Alejandro Balde.

Although he loves to kiss your lips, his lips always find your hands to kiss them delicately. He is so tender and delicate, he loves to make you feel like a princess.

Although your lips are his favorite, he will kiss them whenever you can. Every now and then he will give you a peck on your lips. He finds it fun and romantic. He is obsessed with your mouth, so lips and tongue for him.

When you are having sex, he likes to kiss you even more. It's a different kind of connection and he loves to feel your warm lips on his.

—Hector Fort.

He's definitely a kisser, a lot. Too much. And not only that, he kisses like the gods. Hector has a gift and he knows how to use it on you.

Kissing your neck, chest and shoulders is his favorite pastime while you're together. No matter what you do he will come and take his time with you. He concentrates on you, kissing your skin delicately with that seductive and haughty touch he has.

During sex he kisses much more your breasts or shoulders than your lips. But when you're done, he'll take care of leaving you with lungs and lips asleep.

—Lamine Yamal.

He is overconfident and despite being young, he has a certain amount of experience. He loves to kiss you either on the lips or on your forehead, he finds it protective and tender.

He likes to kiss your nose too, as a little detail he has with you. But sometimes he plays rough and wants you to kiss him and take the initiative.

In sex he is a little kisser but not so much, maybe more your neck or bite your shoulders but he will definitely do it when he finishes and kiss you for a while afterwards.

—Pau Cubarsí.

He is not a big fan of kissing on the lips because he thinks he doesn't give them correctly. He's still young and just learning, he's also a bit insecure.

Clearly he doesn't agree with that, Pau is a good kisser and when he kisses you he is intense and fiery. But he likes it when you kiss him long and deep.

He prefers to kiss your face how, forehead, nose, cheeks and ears. He finds it tender and that is his way of showing his love. In bed he may be a little more kissy to show his love for you, he likes to be gentle and soft with you.

[insidekatmind]

In his arms~Hector Fort

Request: yes!

You are sitting on Héctor's lap, the sound of the scissors sliding through his hair fills the room with a soothing rhythm. The barber works expertly, paying attention to every strand, while you snuggle a little closer to him, seeking comfort in his warmth. You are there by chance, almost for fun, but now the atmosphere is so serene that you can't imagine a more peaceful place than this.

Héctor smiles slightly as his hands rest on your back, caressing you absentmindedly. "Are you comfortable?" he asks in a low voice, his tone slightly amused. You mumble something incomprehensible, already slipping into a sweet drowsiness. The day has been long and the gentle swinging of his breathing lulls you without even realizing it. Your eyes slowly close, your body relaxing completely against his.

The barber glances at Héctor and smiles at the scene. "It seems like someone is already comfortable."

Héctor looks down at you, your lashes brushing his skin as your face nestles against his chest. “Yes, it feels like it,” he answers softly, his voice full of affection. One of his hands comes up to touch your hair, playing with a few strands in the way he knows is the most reassuring for you.

The cut continues, but by now you are lost in a world of peaceful dreams, cradled in the safety of his arms. He moves slightly, trying not to disturb you, letting the moment linger as long as possible. There is something incredibly sweet about it all: your regular breathing against his skin, the light weight of your body completely surrendering to his presence.

When the cut is almost finished, Héctor moves slightly to adjust the position, and you snuggle closer to him in your sleep, making him let out a low chuckle. “Maybe I should stay like this for a while,” he whispers, caressing you softly. The barber shakes his head with a smile, finishing the job with precision, letting the moment be consumed in its perfect intimacy.

And so, between the muffled sound of the scissors and the warmth of Héctor's arms, you let yourself be transported to the most peaceful sleep you've ever had.

[httpsdana]

you could do one where the reader is someone who doesn't like physical contact and héctor is very clingy so he's insecure about it.

Too Much~Hector Fort

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

It was hard for Hector not to reach out for y/n every time they were together. His fingers seemed to naturally gravitate toward hers, desperate for even the smallest touch. But she never seemed to welcome it. The way she'd subtly pull away or shift to create more space between them started to weigh on him.

At first, he thought it was just how she was, more reserved when it came to physical affection, but over time, that understanding turned into a gnawing insecurity.

Today was no different. They were both sitting on the couch, a movie playing in the background. Hector had his arm resting behind y/n, his body close enough to feel her warmth, but not close enough to touch. His fingers itched to rest against her shoulder, to stroke her hair, anything to bridge the gap between them. But he stayed still, the fear of making y/n uncomfortable freezing him in place.

“Are you enjoying the movie?” y/n asked, turning to look at him.

Hector forced a smile. “Yeah, it's good.” he murmured

But it wasn’t. His mind wasn’t on the movie. It was on her, on the space between them, on the tension that had been slowly building in his chest. He wondered if it was his fault, if he was too much. Was he suffocating her with his need for closeness? Was he doing something wrong?

Later, as the movie ended and y/n got up to stretch, Hector bit the inside of his cheek, hesitating. He wanted to tell her what was on his mind, but the words felt stuck, trapped behind the weight of his insecurity.

y/n noticed his quietness, but she was used to that. Hector wasn’t always vocal about his thoughts, but something about the way his shoulders slumped today felt off.

“You okay?” she asked softly, moving a bit closer to him.

His eyes flickered up to hers before he looked away, as if afraid she'd see the vulnerability in them.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” he said, his voice barely audible

That answer didn't sit right with y/n.

“You don’t seem fine.” she said

He hesitated, the conflict visible in his expression. After a moment, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Do I… do I make you uncomfortable?” he said

Her brow furrowed confused.

“What do you mean?” she asked

“When I try to be close to you… like, physically,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like you pull away. Like maybe I’m too clingy or something.”

The hurt in his voice made hrr heart sink. She never meant to make him feel like that. “Hector, no—” she started but got interrupted by him

“I just… I don’t know. I’ve always liked being close to you, but I feel like you don’t like it. And maybe that’s just how you are, but it makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong.” he said, his voice weak and unstable

His words hung heavy in the air, and y/n realized just how deeply this had been bothering him. He was always so affectionate, always looking for little moments to be near her, and in her attempt to give him space, she hadn’t noticed the way he was shrinking into himself.

“Hector…” su said softly, sitting beside him again, closer this time. “You’re not doing anything wrong.”

He didn’t look convinced, his eyes downcast as he fiddled with his fingers, a nervous habit y/n hadn’t seen in a while. “Then why do you pull away? Why don’t you… I don’t know, why don’t you want to be close to me like that?”

y/n took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “It’s not that I don’t want to be close to you. I do. I just… I’m not used to being that way. I’ve never been the kind of person who’s comfortable with a lot of physical affection, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” she said, reassuring him

His eyes lifted slightly, as if hoping for reassurance.

“I care about you so much,” she continued. “And I’m sorry if I made you feel like I didn’t want to be close to you. It’s not you—it’s me, and I know that sounds cliché, but it’s true. I’m still learning how to be more open with that kind of affection.”

Hector remained quiet for a moment, processing her words. “So… you don’t hate it when I try to hold your hand or hug you?”

y/n shook her head. “No. I don’t hate it. I think I’ve just been too in my own head about it, worrying that I wouldn’t be good at it, or that you’d think I was awkward.”

His lips twitched into a small smile. “You? Awkward? Never.”

She laughed slighty, the sound lightening the heavy atmosphere between them.

“I’m serious! But I promise, I’ll try harder. I’ll try to meet you halfway, because I want to make you feel loved.” she said, her voice serious but soft

Hector’s eyes softened at her words, and for the first time that evening, he allowed himself to reach out, gently taking her hand in his. “That’s all I needed to hear.” he mumbled

y/n smiled, her fingers intertwining with his. It felt a little strange at first—being the one to hold on—but it wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, it felt nice. His hand was warm, steady, and she realized how much she had been missing out on by keeping her distance.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like I didn’t want this,” she said quietly, squeezing his hand. “I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you.”

He shook his head, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “You don’t have to apologize. I just… I just didn’t want to push you away by being too much.”

“You’re not too much,” she said firmly, her gaze meeting his. “You’re exactly what I need. I just didn’t realize it until now.”

The vulnerability in his expression faded, replaced by something softer, warmer. He leaned in slightly, his forehead resting against hers, and for the first time in a long while, she didn’t pull away. She let him close the distance, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath as he held her gently, as if afraid she might slip away if he wasn’t careful.

“I love you,” he whispered against her skin, the words so soft, they were almost lost in the quiet of the room.

Her heart swelled with affection, and this time, she didn’t hesitate to say it back.

“I love you too, Hector.” she murmured back

[ennkis]

would you write one of hector fort and reader being in an argument and reader crying because of the accumulated stress and hector comforting reader afterwards pls

PLUS ONE (hector garcía fort x reader)

summary : in which hector gets invited to a team event, which comes with a certain challenge

face claim : no-one

notes : first time writing angst lol sorry if its soft but im a noobie

pairings : hector fort x reader , angst

HECTOR and I have been dating for about a year. Our relationship has been very low-key, with only our families knowing about it. We both agreed it was better this way—he has his fangirls, and I would assume they would go ballistic if they found out Hector had a girlfriend. Not even the Barca players knew; some, slowly caught on, but apart from a few REALLY soft, soft launches, it was basically non-existent to the public eye.

It was a typical Saturday evening when Hector came over to my apartment after a training, a bit more excited than usual. “Guess what?”

“What’s up, babe?” I asked, looking up from my phone.

“I got invited to the FIFA Football Awards event next month. It’s a big deal; all the top players will be there,” he said, sitting down beside me.

“Wow, that’s amazing, Hector! I’m so proud of you,” I replied, genuinely happy for him.

“And they said I could bring a plus one,” he added, his voice trailing off as he looked at me expectantly.

I paused, my excitement fading slightly. “Oh, that’s.. nice.”

Hector noticed the change in my tone and his brows furrowed. “I want you to come with me,” he said firmly.

“Hector, you know we agreed to keep this low-key. An event like that, with all the media and attention… it’s not exactly low-key,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know, but it’s just one event. We don’t have to hide forever. Besides, I want to share this moment with you.”

I shook my head. “It’s not that simple. Once we go public, things will change. People will start prying into the life of my family and I. I don’t want that kind of stress.”

“But I want to be able to be with you openly. It’s been over year. I’m tired of hiding” he argued, his frustration evident.

He got up and walked around the room. 

"So, why can't we do just one thing together? "I just want one, public, night together." 

"It never lasts a night. Today it's the awards; tomorrow it'll be something different."

"Where does it end?" I exclaimed, my voice rising as my anger increased. 

"I don't see why you're so against this. It's not like I'm asking you to do something really crazy." 

"I just want my girlfriend to be there for me, to support me." he said, his voice filled with distress.

"And I support you, Hector. Every. Single. Day, I offer you my whole support. However, this is not like usually. It isn't just about us. It's all about the media, fans, and attention.

"It's genuienly too much."

Hector paused while walking, his eyes softening. "I had no idea that was giving you so much anxiety. I just thought... Maybe it was time to announce our relationship, I don't know."

With a shaky voice, I took a deep breath. "Hector, it's not that I don't want to be with you honestly. It’s just that I’m scared. Scared of what will happen when everyone knows. Scared of the pressure, the judgment."

"I apologize for pressuring you. Im sorry. I just... I want you to know that no award or event is equivalent to how much you mean to me. I just wanted everyone to see the girl i adore and love so very much."

"You don’t get it, Hector. You're used to the constant focus on you and your loved ones. I'm not famous in any way, nor do I desire to be."

Hector's face fell, guilt and regret obvious and clear in his eyes. "I'm sorry; I should've taken your feelings into consideration. I just assumed that-"

“You assumed what? That I would suddenly be fine with our private life being exposed to the world?” I interrupted, slowly feeling the anger rise in me.

“I thought we could handle it together,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“But I’m not as strong as you think I am, Hector,” I said, my voice breaking. “I never cry, I never let things get to me. But this… it’s just too much. I can’t do it. What if they try to break us apart? It's so overwhelming. What if the media digs into our personal lives and spreads lies? What if your fans start hating me, or I say something wrong, and it affects you? The anxiety is eating me alive."

Feeling the weight of everything squeezing me, I shook my head. "Hector, I'm not as strong as you expect me to be. I can’t handle the thought of people judging us, criticizing us. With all this pressure, the idea of losing you is too much for me to handle."

"Hector, you just don't get it. You're used to being the focus of attention. However, I'm not. I'm more than scared, I'm basically petrified."

I looked aside, trying to cover my face as the tears I had been keeping back suddenly burst out. Hector stood there for a brief momentwatching me with a distressed expression. Then, slowly, he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“I’m so sorry, love. I didn’t realize how much this was affecting you. We don’t have to go public if you’re not ready. We can take our time,” he said, his voice gentle and soothing.

I leaned into his embrace, my sobs shaking my body. “Thank you. I just need time.”

He squeezed me even tighter and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Take as much time as you need. I'm always here to support you. I love you."

The tension began to ease as we stood there, holding another closely. I knew that between us, we would get through this. That was the only thing that mattered for now.

first time ever writing angst hope its what you imagined while requesting 𖹭

[joaosnovia]

❦ - moonlight

summary:: it’s midnight in barcelona after the barcelona copa del rey celebrations after party and you and your lover are on the balcony, enjoying life.

warnings:: none

writers note :: so i’m gonna start a series of blurbs based off songs so lmk if u want any players based on any songs. also in my original version hector was smoking a cigarette but i realised its a bit much so i removed it 😔😔.

tags: @barcapix ; lmk if u wanna be added

The moonlight turns everything silver, but it’s the way Hector looks at you that makes the night feel magical. The two of you sit on the balcony, a half empty wine bottle between you. Below, the city hums quietly, but up here, it’s just the two of you.

Hector leans back in his chair. His shirt is undone at the collar, sleeves rolled up, the sharpness of his usual demeanor softened by the glow of the night. He glances at you, smirking. ‘You’ve been staring at me for a while now.’

You scoff, raising your glass. ‘Maybe you’re just nice to look at.’

He laughs, the sound low and warm. ‘Careful, cariño. Keep saying things like that, and I might get used to it.’

You roll your eyes, but there’s no hiding the smile tugging at your lips. Nights like this; quiet, intimate, unhurried, feel like a dream. ‘This doesn’t feel real sometimes,’ you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

‘What doesn’t?’ he asks, looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters.

‘This.’ You gesture vaguely to the balcony, the moonlight, the way he’s looking at you. ‘Us. It’s too perfect.’

Hector leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. ‘If this is a dream, I don’t ever want to wake up.’

You laugh softly, your cheeks warming. Before you can respond, he stands and holds out a hand to you. ‘Come here.’

‘What are you doing?’

‘Dancing’ he says, his lips curving into a grin. ‘Don’t tell me you’re scared.’

You take his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. There’s no music, just the faint hum of the city, but he doesn’t seem to care. His arm slips around your waist as he starts to sway, guiding you effortlessly.

‘You’re ridiculous,’ you say, resting your hands on his shoulders.

‘Maybe,’ he replies, pulling you closer. ‘But I’m yours.’

The world feels smaller now, reduced to the warmth of his hand on your back and the steady rhythm of his breath. You rest your head against his chest, his heartbeat calming and steady.

‘You know,’ he murmurs, his voice soft, ‘you’re the only one who gets to see me like this.’

‘Like what?’

‘Like I’m just a man. Not a ghost, not a name people fear. Just me.’

You look up at him, brushing your fingers against his jaw. ‘You’ve always been just you, Hector. That’s why I love you.’

His lips find yours, the kiss slow and grounding, like a promise sealed under the moonlight.

‘Don’t let go,’ you whisper.

‘Never,’ he says, his arms tightening around you. And in that moment, you believe him.

[rwshfordgirl]

Can I request a fic where reader and Hector are uni roommates and she has a crush on him but she thinks he’s dating someone else cuz he keeps talking about a girl but turns out it’s his baby cousin and it’s angsty af but then fluffy af?

Thank u in advance and I really like your writing please keep feeding us mother 🛐

BABY COUSIN

all images were taken from pinterest.

a/n: I feel like I could have developed it more but I rewrote this fic twice lol but I have high expectations for the second part of it ;) thank you very much for the request and I'm happy to know that you like my work.

hope you like it!

Hector had just woken up from a nap when I saw him stopping in front of me at the kitchen counter. "Did you get much sleep?" He nodded and I smiled. "Hey, do you mind going to the grocery store for me today?" I glared at him before taking a sip of my juice "I don't mind, but did something happen?" He denied as he rubbed his eyes "I'm going to take my mother to see Lucia."

Lucia, a name I started hearing frequently four months ago. I remember well that when I moved into this apartment, on my first night he came home late and said he had just met her.

He visits her often, talks about her almost all the time, but I've never seen her. He's never shown me pictures of her and never brought her here.

It's strange because I feel jealous of him going out to someone I don't even know and it makes me a little upset knowing that Hector doesn't feel for me what I feel for him, but I can't force him to do or feel anything.

I already knew Fort before I came to live with him in the college accommodations, we were in the same year but in different classes at school and I couldn't take my eyes off him. I'll never forget a mutual friend's birthday party we went to and while playing spin the bottle, I ended up giving him my first kiss.

But we were never close, not even after the kiss. And time passed, we changed schools and I only remembered the kiss we had shared. I didn't imagine that I would have a falling out with my old roommate and be forced to change accommodation at the beginning of the third semester. I also didn't imagine that boys and girls could live in the same apartment, much less that Hector goes to college here. And he seemed so happy to have me as a roommate.

And I found myself again at twelve years old, in love with Hector. He managed to improve what was already good, every day more beautiful, every day more thoughtful, more funny and more special. Lucia is lucky.

"Oh, is she okay?" I asked politely, trying to hide something strange I felt and didn't know what it was.

"Yes, but my mother really wants to see her and so do I, to be honest." He smiled at me. "Have a nice trip then." I said as I walked towards the kitchen exit "See you later."

I left the apartment with only one thought in mind. "I have to forget about Hector." even though it's impossible since I share an apartment with him. But I went to the market praying that someone as perfect as him would appear in my path.

But it was the return home that left me completely in shock, in the notification bar of my cell phone it appeared that there was a message from Hector, a photo. I opened it, maybe I was going to see Lucia for the first time.

I stopped in front of the building, bags on the floor and my mouth open. Lucia is a baby, Lucia is a beautiful baby. My God. Lucia is a baby. I laughed nervously while mentally cursing myself for being jealous of a baby.

I went home, left the groceries in the kitchen and laid down on the couch, still in disbelief that Lucia was a baby. I felt relieved even though I knew that I would probably not confess my feelings to Fort now. But I kept wondering if at some point she had already mentioned that she was a baby and I hadn't paid attention.

I laughed at myself while opening again the photo he had sent, in the caption "Lucia.❤️" and in the photo he was holding her on his lap while smiling at her. I think I would melt if I saw this in person.

The sound of the front door opening made me jump off the couch and put my phone aside. Hector approached me smiling. "Did you see the picture of me and Lucia?" he asked. "Yes, you two are very cute! But you didn't mention that she was a baby." I told him "My baby cousin." he replied "Your baby cousin?" Lucia continues to surprise me "Yes! She's four months old." I smiled "Hector, every time you talked about her I imagined a girl of our age." He laughed "But Lucia is such a cute baby, I want to meet her in person one day."

[pedriache]

Can you write hector fort x FC Barcelona intern reader where she's talking with her supervisor in the area the boys are training and Hector got interested in her, then she and the supervisor go talk w the boys and Hector start showing her his interest for her. (sorry for my bad english😭)

Only angel — Héctor Fort.

Pairing: Héctor Fort x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Héctor first saw you, he swore you looked just like an angel.

Word count: 980+

Disclaimer/s: fluff , reader is a sports photographer intern + the supervisor is made a up person (oc sort of) !

A/N: haven’t written for Héctor in a while so hi!! this was lame and bummy asf but whatever..

Walking through the quiet halls that lead around Ciutat Esportiva building, you take a peak into one of the open doors. Luckily for you, it held just the person you were searching for.

“María?” You call out, pressing a hand onto the wooden door and pushing it open further. “It’s me.”

The dark haired woman glances up from her desk, smiling at the sight of you. “Oh! Good! You found me, I was beginning to wonder wear you were.”

María was a friend of your aunts, so when she found out about your interest in sports and photography, she offered you an internship. It’d made your year, and today was your first official day.

“Yeah, I got a little… lost.” You chuckle, closing the door behind you. Finding a seat in front of her desk, you clasp your hands together. “Where do we start?”

María’s eyebrow lifts, amusement flashing across her face. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“Very.” You nod vigorously, “and a little nervous.”

Standing up, she grabs her camera and another, “this one’s for you.” She beckons for you to grab it, which you do with wide eyes.

“Oh wow.” You exhale, “this is.. thank you.”

“You’re welcome, now, let’s go meet the team, shall we?”

The walk up to the field was, well—it took a lot of breathing. The stairs had nearly winded you. Brushing a few pieces of hair from your face and straightening your shirt, you take a look around. Your eyes landed on a lot of different people.

It was hard not to be in awe seeing the players of your favorite team only feet away from you, live in action. María, beside you, watched you with a smile. “Impressed?”

“Very.” You laugh.

Twenty feet away from you stood Héctor Fort, his eyes trained on you curiously. Leaning to his left, he nudged Pau. “Who’s that?” He asks, pointing in your direction.

Pau followed his line of sight, shrugging when he didn’t recognize you. “No clue. But if she’s with María, i’m assuming family or maybe an assistant.” He glances at his friend, who was still staring. He smirks, “chill out, you don’t know how old she is.”

“Why would you say that?” Héctor gasps, swatting the back of Pau’s head. His friend laughs, jogging away from him.

Héctor’s eyes look back to you, his heart skipping a beat as you laughed at something María said. You looked like an angel with the sun shining down on you as your smile brightened.

When it came time for their water break, María leads you to the group. You followed her, nervously fidgeting with the straps that held her camera securely around her neck. “Boy’s!” The woman called out, waving to get their attention.

Hansi Flick, their coach, turned to face you first. He says something to the team, which you couldn’t hear, but it has their rowdiness turning into calm behavior.

“I’d like you to meet my new intern,” María introduces you, and in turn, the guys all say their ‘hello’s’. “She’ll be working alongside me and when i’m gone, she’ll take my place. Please be kind to her.”

Your lips had formed a pursed lipped smile while nerves wracked your body. It was awkward having so many eyes, much less all men’s eyes, on you.

Once that humiliation ritual was over, you found a seat on the sidelines where María suggested you sat while she ran back to her office to grab a few more supplies.

You snapped pictures here and there, not realizing you’d focus on one person in specific. Héctor Fort. He was your age, your friend’s favorite player, and he was cute—very photogenic.

You were clicking through the photos you’d taken, deleting the bad ones and smiling proudly at the good ones. You failed to notice when a shadow came over you, too enthralled in your camera.

“Hello?” A deep voice spoke above you, nearly scaring you. Nearly.

Snapping your head up, you come face to face with the man who belong to the picture you were just looking at. “Oh! Hey! Sorry, I didn’t notice you! Do you need something?”

Héctor shrugs, “just wanted to introduce myself. I’m—“

“Héctor.” You force a quick smile, “I know.”

A faint flush spreads across his cheeks. “Right. I suppose you would.” His eyes drift down to your camera, “is that me?”

Now it’s your turn to blush. “Uhm, yeah. I was taking individual pictures while I wait for María.” There’s a beat of silence, in which you realize he’s waiting to see it in full. “Oh! Here.” You take the strap off around your neck and diligently hand the camera to him.

Heart spreads across your hands when his fingers graze yours. He examines the picture, an impressed look passing over his expression. “Wow, this is.. really good.”

You laugh, “it’s really not that impressive. But, thank you anyways.” A sense of pride swells in your chest, his approval meaning more to you than he might have known.

“Could you send it to me?”

Blinking at him stupidly, you don’t catch onto the fact that he wanted you to send it to his number. “Sure! I can have María email it to you.”

Héctor suppressed a smirk, your obliviousness only made you all the cuter. “I meant send it to me, personally. As in, my number.”

Oh! Oh, right. Because he definitely wasn’t lowkey asking for your number.

“For sure, yeah. Like, me? Or, María..” You trail off. You sounded silly stumbling over your words so hard.

“After practice, find me. I’ll give you my number.” He smiles, “it was nice meeting you,” he says your name, and the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly had your heartbeat stuttering.

“You too.” You force out, waving goodbye to him as he walks away. You were really starting to love this internship.

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[thatgirlsworld36]

Beneath the Silence- Héctor Fort

---One shot; Héctor Fort x Foreign F!Reader

Requested

word count--> 4.3K

WARNING: angst,jelousy, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, dirty talk, choking, talking about blood(like once), kinda toxic relathionship, car sex, semi-public sex...MY WRITING!!(english is not my first language)

a/n: this took WAY to long...hope i will get put of this block soon...Lmk if i missed something in the warning. Also the person who asked for this told me the kinks she would like to see and what for sure don't. So maybe i will do another post about kinks I feel comfortable writing about.

Enjoy! <3

The car was quiet. Unusually quiet. The only noise that interrupted the complete peace was the rain hitting the car windows.

My arms were crossed in front of my chest, and my head was looking through the window next to me, making my back slightly turned to Héctor. My thoughts were far away from here. Full of rage and uncertainty. Everything that had happened more than two hours ago was replaying in my head over and over again. I still felt that heavy feeling of anger and betrayal that I didn’t want to admit even to myself. My thoughts were spinning in circles, but I was not able to find an answer to the questions that tormented me.

 I turned in my seat and my gaze fell involuntarily on the boy next to me. One of his hands was gripping the steering wheel of the car so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. And the other was resting on his thigh, near the gear lever, as if he was ready to start the car and drive away. He was staring at the empty, dark parking lot where we had been for nearly an hour. We hadn't said a word to each other. We both refused to give in and break the silence. Our egos were stronger than us.

 I settled into the seat and grabbed my phone. I had accepted the fact that we would be here all evening. We never go home angry, and today, apparently, no one was ready to apologize first.

-Are you finally done pouting?-  his voice was unexpected. Sharp and rough, full of impatience.

I looked at him, but didn't answer right away. I was trying to figure out if his question was sincere or if this was just another way to end something we both felt but didn't know how to express.

-Are we ignoring each other now? - His tone was mocking. He knew his words would affect me and provoke a reaction in me.

I took a deep breath and met his brown eyes that tested me. They were following every single thing I would do. His irises glinted in the dim light of the car's dashboard.

- I'm not pouting. - I said slowly, trying to convince even myself - I'm tired of you acting like an arrogant asshole and then pretending you don't know what you've done!

- Hermosa, you're overacting. You always do it and I'm sick of agreeing with your inappropriate jealous outbursts in perfectly normal situations.

My mouth opened to answer him, but the words got stuck in my throat. They scratched at its walls and refused to help me defend myself. I looked at Héctor in disbelief, my vision slightly blurry, my hands clenched into fists. Something seemed to be buzzing in my head - a dull, pulsating noise that drowned out everything else.

- Am I exaggerating? - I whispered- more dangerous than any scream. - I didn't know that it was normal for our relationship to allow other people to flirt with us, but I'll remember it.

-Y/N, I didn't say that. You know it. Here you go again! No one has ever tried to hit me up. Gabriela was just excited.

-Do you care about the names of your fans out of the sudden? Or at least the ones who are 160 petite Spanish girls with perfect hair and bodies. - I took a deep, trembling breath. A second, followed by a third. Inhale-exhale. - Is this what you want, Héctor? Am I not enough?

His eyes were closed, but after my last words they opened abruptly. His gaze softened, as if for the first time he realized the true weight of my words.

- Of course you're enough. I don't want anyone else. Only you. I want you.

- Then why?

His gaze was confused, his cheeky eyes never left mine, and his head was slightly tilted, causing a few strands of hair to fall down his face.

- Why did you let her touch your hands? Or when he took a picture with her did he let her hug you and put her head on your chest? WHY DID YOU LET HER FLIRTING WITH YOU, Héctor?- my anger was stronger than me. I never normally scream. I always managed to stay in my skin no matter what was happening. But this. The sight of my own boyfriend allowing a girl to behave like that in front of me… I felt a burning tear roll down my cheek.- Why?

The wet streak burned my skin, as if it were a scar from everything unspoken. Instinctively I raised my hand to wipe it away, but he was faster. His fingers touched my skin, gentle, warm. I didn’t want his kindness. Not now. Not when he was the cause of this tear.

-Don’t…- I pulled my face away from his hand as I said it.

-Y/N, I…

There was silence. That deafening silence again. His gaze had long since left mine and was now looking at my hands, which were nervously twisting one of his rings. He was searching for words to defend himself with. Some unnecessary words that wouldn’t make him any less guilty. He knew he was wrong. For the first time, he had nothing to say.

I waited.

A minute.

Two.

The rain was pattering harder and harder on the car, but the sound of my own breathing was louder. The anger was more than I could handle.

-Okay…- I took one last shaky breath- That's what I thought…I don't even want to look at you right now.- I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the car handle, opening the door slightly. Cold air rushed in, followed by tiny raindrops that stuck unnoticed to my clothes and seat.

Before I could push the door a little further to get out, Héctor's hand shot through me and closed it with a loud, deafening bang.

A second later, the sound of the lock echoed through the car. My heart skipped a beat.

-You're not going anywhere.- his voice was calm. Feigned calm. He was trying to hide what he was feeling. He always did. He puts on a mask under which he thinks he's impenetrable. But he wasn't. Not in front of me.

It wasn't a lie when I said I didn't want to look at him. I focused my gaze forward, searching for something in the dark that could distract me. Something that would get me out.

-Y/N…- his voice was getting lower and lower. A quiet, dangerous guttural sound reflecting his inner thoughts.- Y/N, I swear to God look at me!

No. I won't. I continued to look forward. It was as if he wasn't there. It was as if I didn't feel the electrified air in the car, the tension that was building with every passing second. I knew that if I looked at him I would scream again. I unconsciously licked my lips and focused my gaze on the tree that the car's headlights illuminated.

One branch, second branch, third…

A strong hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to turn my head. His fingers were tight, but not painful – enough to show that he wouldn’t tolerate being ignored any longer.

Our eyes met. Sparks. I felt my heart pound faster in my chest. The air between us heated up even more, throbbing with unspoken words and unresolved tension. His lips – millimeters away, my breath was one with his. Warm, teasing… captivating

-Go on, say what you really want to say.- he murmured, not taking his eyes off mine. His fingers squeezed a little harder. An attempt to show that he was the stronger one.

- You are pissing me off – I managed to hiss, but it wasn’t as harsh as I wanted. My voice trembled, betraying my insecurity. I was losing the battle with myself. The air was no longer filled with just rage. There was something else. Something different, sweet, intoxicating. Desire.

Héctor's head moved even closer to mine. So close, yet so far away. His usual cheeky smile never left his face. That smug, unbearable expression that always infuriated me.

-Oh yeah? Then why aren't you pulling back?- his voice was smooth, calm. With a hint of triumph as his eyes moved down my face, lingering on my lips. Lust was taking over us, seeping into our bones, making us forget everything. All the words spoken seconds ago, or the feelings experienced in a moment of weakness.

My breathing was weak, ragged. His fingers were no longer holding my jaw. I hadn't realized when he had let go of me, I hadn't stopped for even a second to feel his hands on me. I refused to pull back. I didn't want to. At this moment, I just wanted to prove to him that I was what he needed.

My lips pressed into his without warning. The kiss was rough, demanding, filled with everything unspoken. Not a kiss, but a battle for control.

I gripped the flesh of his shirt so tightly, as if it were the only thing holding me together. His nails dug deep into my waist, lifting me up easily and placing me on his lap. He was pulling me closer to him, but it wasn’t enough for him. I wasn’t close enough for him.

One of his hands was exploring my body greedily, getting to know every curve, as if he hadn’t done it hundreds of times before. His other hand was digging deeper into my hip, the pressure bordering on a slight, pleasant pain. My thighs began to sway slightly on his clothed dick, causing me to break the kiss and rest my forehead on his.

-Is that what you wanted?- his voice was breathless, he was trying to take a full breath. I lowered my gaze to his red, puffy lips that were inches from mine. His eyes followed mine and a smirk formed on his lips- And I thought I was desperate.

I lowered myself towards him, continuing the kiss from a moment ago, but this time I bit his lower lip, causing a slight moan to escape from him. His hand returned to my jaw, pulling my face away from his, which made me whimper. I needed to touch him.  His other hand touched very lightly where I had bitten him, collecting a drop of blood.

- A little biting never hurt nobody.- I tilted my head slightly to the side, giving him a soft, almost innocent smile. My eyes never left his lips.

-Bitch.- with these words his lips returned to mine, rougher, more passionate, more...wild.

I let him take full control. His hands were all over my body, kneading and squeezing my skin,  as if his lips were drinking my soul. An intoxicating sensation that made me want more. My thighs started to rub against him again, but were quickly stopped by one of his hands, making me stop any attempt to move.

-Look at you, already so desperate.- he whispered against my skin, continuing his attempts to stop me from moving on him.

-You wanna fight me on this?- My voice was like a pained sound. He wasn't wrong, I was so desperate for something more than simple kisses and touches. I managed to make my thighs move again despite his strong grip. This time I pushed deeper, harder, while I looked at him with pleading-innocent eyes.- Please Héctor.

- You will be the death of me hermosa.

His hands slid down my back, lifting my blouse over my head, quickly followed by my bra, which his deft fingers unbuttoned in seconds. His eyes immediately fell on my breasts, like a predator assessing its prey. There was no shame in his gaze – only adoration mixed with hunger. Without wasting any time, he lowered his already swollen lips and sucked on one of my semi-hardened nipples, raising his gaze to me. There was glee in his eyes, a cheeky expression that could have made me either hit him or lose myself in him completely. The second option sounded better to me at the moment. Much better.

My head fell back, my lips parted in a silent moan. The feeling… was electricity, it was pain and pleasure at the same time. His mouth sucked hungrily, his teeth bit down lightly, making my whole body tingle.

-Damn it.-  I managed to whisper under my breath, my hand finding his hair, burying my fingers there.

That only encouraged him. One of his hands gripped my other breast, his thumb circling my nipple with teasing ease. His other hand slid down-my waist, my stomach-and stopped above my jeans.

-You're so wet, aren't you? I haven't even undressed you completely yet. And you're still desperate for me.- he whispered against my skin, his teeth continuing to bite and tease my nipple.-Say it.

-Héctor…

-Say it, hermosa. Tell me how much you want it.- As he said it, he pressed into me, hard enough for me to feel his pulse through his jeans. My eyes watered – not from pain, not from anguish – from that pure, tearing need that I could no longer hide. - Or…

With those words he removed his mouth from me, raising his hands to his head and letting me sit on him. Without the support of his palms, without his warm mouth on my flesh. No, please no.

- Please… Please, Héctor. Please, please, I want you. I need you.

He smiled. His lips were red, his gaze dark and hungry. One of his hands gripped my throat – not hard, but enough for me to feel his power. His fingers were warm, steady, the pressure very measured – right on the edge between control and pleasure.

– Good girl… – he whispered, causing the pressure around my neck to increase slightly. – That’s how I want you. To beg. To tremble for me. Only for me.

His eyes never left mine, he looked at me as if he could see exactly how I was pulsing under my skin, how I was trembling with anticipation, how I was dying for more.

-You like this, don’t you?- he whispered in a voice so low I felt it more in my body than I heard it.- To be under me. To hold you. To know that I won’t let you go until you’re broken with pleasure.

My breath came out as a moan. My thighs moved again, seeking the friction he had so cruelly denied me. He noticed and grinned.

- Look at you. So fucking desperate. Grinding on me like a needy little slut.

His hands returned to my body, this time sliding under the elastic of my jeans and underwear. Pulling them down slowly, so fucking slowly, as if he wanted to make me suffer with impatience. He kissed a path of skin between my breasts as he removed my pants, his lips leaving wet marks, his tongue teasing, caressing, promising.

I was now sitting naked in his lap, my breasts rising and falling rapidly, my skin burning. He leaned back, unbuttoning his jeans, but he didn’t take them off. Not yet.

-Touch yourself.- The command was sharp, firm.

- What? - my eyes widened, my voice shaking a little more.

- You heard me. Show me how desperate you are. Let me see how bad you want me.

My heart jumped into my throat. Not because I was ashamed. But because this was new. I could feel his gaze on me more intimate than the touch itself, his voice almost harder than the cock that kept reminding me of itself under my dripping pussy, making his entire pants wet.

After no more than two seconds, I obeyed him and slid my hand between my thighs, my lips parting in a silent cry when my fingers touched my own wetness. I watched him as I did it - his eyes unblinking, his hand tightening on my thigh, and his jaw twitching.

- That’s it, hermosa. Keep going. Moan for me.

And I did it. On purpose. With a drawn breath and trembling thighs. I wanted to push him to the edge. I wanted to make him lose control first.

But Héctor didn’t break easily.

I reached over, one hand still shaking, and rested it on his shoulder for support, the other still between my legs, rubbing desperate circles over my begging clitoris as I slowly moved over him-not over his cock, but just above it. The pressure of his jeans against my sensitive skin was torture in itself.

He didn’t move. He just sat back, one hand still on my thigh, the other loosening his grip slightly around my neck. My breathing was ragged, my body writhing against him, relentlessly seeking any relief. His eyes were bright-dark, predatory.

-You look so fucking pretty when you beg.- His voice was low and husky, as if he had trouble staying calm. It was as if he was finally about to break - Should’ve taken a picture.

My lips opened to say something, but before I could, his fingers slid from my thigh to my waist, digging into my skin with renewed force. He pulled me even closer, making me relax completely on him. I could almost feel his pulse beneath me, how his body was trying to hold on, but it was already on the edge.

- Tell me what you want, preciosa. Use your words. - His lips moved closer to my ear, the heat of his breath melting every last bit of me. - Or I’ll just hold you here like this. It’s all up to you.

 I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to catch my breath, but he tightened his grip on my neck again, enough to make me focus only on him. Only on how wet I was. How much it hurt. How much I wanted him.

- Please… - I whispered in a voice that was barely audible - please let me have you inside of me.

- That’s more like it.

With full force he pressed my pelvis against him, his lips pressed into my neck, leaving a mark. Not just a kiss - a hickey. A mark that I was his. Completely. Without resistance. Without a drop of pride.

- You're not getting off this lap until I ruin you right here. On this fucking seat. But first be a good girl and beg for it.

My heart was pounding in my chest, in my ears, between my legs. It pulsed with every move he made, every word he said.

- Please, Héctor, I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I’ll be good, I promise, just- please…

That was enough for him. He growled and with the hand that wasn’t holding my neck he pulled his already unbuttoned jeans and boxers down not too far, but enough to get his throbbing member out-thick, hard, ready.

- If I fuck you right now, I won’t be gentle. - His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he were fighting with himself. And losing his own battle. - Last chance to back out.

I grabbed his face, my lips moved closer to his, touching them ever so slightly.

- Then don’t. Break me.

With one strong, deep thrust he entered inside of me.

The feeling burned me from the inside- not a drop of tenderness, just complete, irrevocable possession. My head fell back as my body adjusted to him, opening slowly but completely.

- Fuck- you feel like heaven wrapped around me - he growled in my ear, and his hands gripped my hips again. A slight moan of pain escaped my lips, because of his sudden entry into me. His gaze softened for a moment- We’re almost done…shhh… I'm almost all the way in.

The moment my body allowed him to enter me completely, he began to move- slowly, controlled, just to show me how easily he could control me. But when I started to twitch on top of him, to move in a rhythm that burned me, he lost control. He pulled me by the throat, embracing him tightly, without interrupting the movements.

My eyes misted up slightly, almost imperceptible tears covered them. The slight lack of air, combined with the feeling of feeling him so deep inside me, made me fall apart with each entry.

- Look at you. Fucking dripping on me. - His fingers slid between my legs, caressing my clitoris in light, circular motions, just to tease me. - This what you wanted when you acted like a brat, huh? Wanted me to fuck it out of you?

- Yes- yes, Héctor, please, don’t stop, I’m so close-

- Not yet. - He stopped. Completely. He didn’t move. His eyes were on me with a smile that was driving me crazy. - You don’t come until I say so.

I gritted my teeth, my hips shaking against him, the need in every fiber of my body exploding in painful pleasure. I tried to move again, but his grip held me tight, like a noose.

- You like being used like this? Fucked open in a car where anyone could walk by? - he whispered in my ear, his lips sliding down my neck. - Dirty little thing.

- Please… - I whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. - Please, just fuck me. Hard. I’ll be good, I swear.

His smile grew even more confident. He released his grip on my neck only to pull me even tighter against him, and in the next moment… he was thrusting hard into me again.

My body twisted in pleasure and surprise as he began to move inside me again- brutal, fast, without even a hint of tenderness. My breasts moved in rhythm with his thrusts, his kisses trailed down my neck, and the words… The words were like fuel.

- Say it again. - his lips touched my ear. - Beg for me.

- Fuck, Héctor, please, I want to come so bad, just let me- please, please-

- You’re gonna come when I tell you. Not a second before.

- Héctor, please- I can't- I need-

- You need what, hm? Say it. Use that pretty mouth.

- I need to come- please, I need you to let me-

He grabbed my hips and pushed me deeper into him, making me scream at the sensation. Every move he made was deep, rough, and merciless. It was as if he was punishing me for being so hungry for him… or maybe he just wanted to bring me to the edge again and again. To cover up the fact that he himself was more lost in me than I was.

His fingers found my clitoris again, this time without mercy. His tip traced quick, insistent circles as it hit the most sensitive spot in me over and over. Every muscle in my body burned. My voice broke into the silence of the car-moans, whispers, his name, pleading.

-That’s it. Just like that. -His tone was low, hoarse. -Look at you falling apart. All for me.

I bit my lip, my eyes narrowing as he grabbed my throat again, not hard, but enough to send a shiver down my spine. With his other hand, he held my waist, guiding me in movements that slowly tore me apart.

- Come for me, hermosa. Right now. Let me feel you break.

And it happened.

Everything inside me contracted. Like an explosion, tingling along my nerves, held back too long. My body shook in his arms, twisting against him, my voice muffled by my own moans. I felt him release almost at the same time as me, as he gripped my hips even tighter, biting his lip to keep from screaming.

For a moment, the entire space was filled with nothing but our breathing. Shaking bodies. Sweaty backs. The smell of leather, sex, and night. The smell of us.

My head dropped to his chest. I could feel his heart beating wildly. One of his hands slid up my back and pressed me against him, as if to make sure I was still there. The other pulled his cock out of me, causing our mixed juices to drip from me onto the fabric of his jeans.

-You're trouble, you know that?- he whispered, but there was no anger in his voice. Only satisfaction.

-Then stop chasing trouble.- I whispered against his lips, smiling slightly.

-Never.- His lips kissed my jaw softly as he moved his hand slowly up and down my spine. Gentle movements, in stark contrast to his words and thrusts a minute ago. I felt him lean his back on the seat behind him. His hand stopped its movement, making me shiver. I lifted my head sleepily from his chest, looking into his still impudent eyes. His hands were resting behind his head, a smile graced his features.

-Guess we finally settled that argument,huh?- his voice was still hoarse, full of remaining desire, but also caution.

I rolled my eyes at the mention of what had happened earlier and tried to playfully hit him on the chest, but my wrist was tightly gripped by his fingers.

-Don’t start again. You would like to walk tomorrow, won’t you?

-And what if i don’t?- I bit my lip and looked at him through my eyelashes, I didn’t care about anything else tomorrow. I only wanted him. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.

A deep growl escaped from his chest. With a quick movement, he released my wrist, put his hands under my hips, and moved me back to my seat. Before I could ask him what he was doing, Héctor reached into the backseat, grabbed his long-forgotten jacket, and threw it over my naked, shivering body.

-You better text to your boss that you won’t be able to go to work tomorrow.- he paused for a second to start the car and pull up his pants and boxers again, then returned his gaze to me.- We’ve got a long evening ahead of us…

[mo-ali-m]

Amg, vc pode fazer um Hector Fort X reader em que eles estão em um relacionamento sério e mesmo depois de anos ele continua obcecado nela, aí quando ela tá fazendo qualquer coisinha ele fica observando e simplesmente puxa ela e da um beijão até ela ficar sem ar (aí ela fica toda vermelha de vergonha e ele fica mais vidrado ainda e começa a distribuir beijinhos no rosto dela)

Oi amor! Aqui está ;)

Doce obsessão - Hector Fort

Avisos: nenhum

One shot curtinho apenas para ver Hector apaixonadinho.

Muitas pessoas podem, e devem, pensar que namorar um atleta era dar um tiro no próprio pé. Obviamente a maior parte dessas pessoas tinham razão em ter desesperança de um bom relacionamento com uma figura pública no meio esportivo, ainda mais se tratando de jogadores de futebol, com rumores de traição circulando pela mídia e constantes absurdos os envolvendo.

Mas não você, quer dizer, não mais você pensava assim.

Depois de três anos saudáveis de relacionamento com Hector Fort você acabou percebendo que tudo não passava de perspetiva. Todo mundo pode trair todo mundo, mas normalmente essas pessoas não olhavam para seus parceiros como ele te olhava. Você pode se lembrar dos momentos que tiveram antes de namorarem, quando a amizade reinava predominantemente e ambos eram dois bobos apaixonados com medo demais de perder um ao outro para revelar isso. Hector costumava mesmo nessa época ser um cavalheiro com você, te buscando em sua sala na escola mesmo estudando em uma sala diferente, ficando em silêncio enquanto você passava horas tagarelando a respeito de algo que amava, ou mesmo quando iam embora juntos compartilhando um único fone de ouvido e uma playlist que ele fez pra vocês em segredo.

Tudo naquele garoto gritava paixão por você, desde os mínimos detalhes. E isso não mudou depois de anos de relacionamento, muito pelo contrário, aparentemente você se tornava mais apaixonante a cada dia que se passava.

Por isso ele te olhava como fazia nesse exato momento. Era sexta-feira, um dia de pós jogo vitorioso contra o Mallorca, o que significava Hector e alguns de seus companheiros de equipe saindo para um encontro em comemoração. Flick os tinha liberado mais cedo do treinamento e seu namorado invadiu seu apartamento para se aprontar contigo, o que não era nenhum problema já que quase todo o guarda-roupa dele tinha feito morada no seu.

— Ñena, você viu meu brinco? Eu o deixei por aqui, mas agora não encontro — a voz dele soou confusa enquanto você terminava sua maquiagem.

Um sorriso escapou dos seus lábios quando a figura masculina apareceu na porta do banheiro, mãos na cintura e cenho franzido. As esferas castanhas dele imediatamente percorreram seu corpo coberto por um vestido preto que ele se lembra de ter te dado de presente no final de semana passado, sua postura relaxando instantaneamente diante da esplêndida visão de você.

— Está dentro da minha caixa de jóias, sabe, aquela que está em cima da penteadeira e você sabe que guardo todos os meus brincos — a zombaria escapou de você com um sorrisinho, o delineador escorregando delicadamente pela sua pálpebra.

Fort assentiu, muito ocupado se esgueirando por detrás de você para observá-la. Os braços firmes logo percorreram o caminho de sua cintura enquanto ele apoiava a cabeça em seu ombro, um suspiro contente lhe escapando.

— Gosto desse vestido em você — sussurrou admirado — Te deixa ainda mais perfeita.

A cor carmesim coloriu suas bochechas e você se apressou em terminar os últimos retoques, prevendo que a conversa dele te faria derreter a qualquer momento.

— Pare de ser um galã e vá buscar seus brincos.

A risada de Hector fez seu coração dar cambalhotas ao mesmo tempo que seu sorriso obrigava as borboletas do estômago dele a se revirarem.

Girando-a, seu namorado encontrou seu olhar tímido. A satisfaça o preencheu notando que mesmo depois de tanto tempo ele ainda possuía o mesmo efeito em você de quando começaram a namorar.

A mão masculina acariciou seu rosto antes dele se inclinar em sua direção, os lábios roçando os seus suavemente.

— Você é sempre tão fofa, não me julgue por amá-la demais — murmurou deixando um selinho em você, suas mãos cobriram os ombros dele para te manter firme.

— Os meninos estão nos esperando, ainda preciso calçar os saltos.

Hector apenas negou com a cabeça, se abaixando para capturar seus lábios em um beijo apaixonado. Imediatamente você correspondeu, o corpo esquentando de afeição pela delicadeza com a qual ele a segurava, as palmas quentes cobrindo tanto sua bochecha como a cintura. A língua macia e calorosa se enredou na sua, movendo-se com um cuidado que somente seu namorado possuía para contigo, uma adoração em cada detalhe da interação que Hector só permitia se aflorar por ti.

O beijo foi quebrado com um estalo baixo, mas ele não se afastou, deixando carinhos e beijos rápidos e macios pelo seu rosto maquiado e pescoço perfumado com o aroma de baunilha favorito dele. Hector suspirou, apaixonado, contente, como um verdadeiro molenga e se afastou o bastante para te dar outro beijo.

Um celular começou a tocar, mas se dependesse do homem nenhum de vocês saberia de quem era ou mesmo o remetente da ligação. Então com uma risadinha tímida você se afastou levemente, espalmando as mãos no peito tonificado dele, o queixo indicando a porta.

— Deve ser Lamine, vá verificar enquanto pego o que falta.

Hector protestou mas desistiu rapidamente ao ver seu olhar repreensivo.

Com um suspiro resignado ele te soltou, sentindo as mãos congelarem pela falta do seu calor corporal. O corpo alto e desolado escorrendo para fora do banheiro iluminado, até que ele parou, a cabeça virando em sua direção por cima do ombro apenas para olhá-la uma última vez. A respiração profunda dele indicando tanto sua admiração quanto a vontade insana de capturar seu perfume por mais um tempo.

Você sorriu envergonhada, jogando uma escova em sua direção.

— Ande logo!

Ouvindo a risada travessa dele você negou com a cabeça, apenas aceitando o fato de que era a musa de Hector, aquela que ele sempre se disponibilizava a admirar e não aceitava se separar.

Sempre foi assim, e pelo andar da carruagem, sempre será.

[sports-on-sundays]

I saw that youre requests were open and that you’re willing to write for Hector Fort! Could you do one where it’s sort of enemies to lovers type vibe and your Marc Guiu’s sister so him and the whole team can see that there’s a lot more going on between you and hector and other feelings than just hate and when he finally realised his feelings it’s all cutesy. xx

love to hate you / Héctor Fort

Summary: Héctor x female!Guiu!reader - You and Héctor have feelings for each other. You both assume those feelings are hate.

Warnings: censored cussing, teasing that feels straight out of an 80's high school movie or something (I don't watch those; I'm just guessing how they would be)

Requested?: Indeed.

Author's Note: Thanks for requesting.💖 I hope you like it.

"You're bad," you say with a smirk as Héctor Fort walks past you, staring straight ahead, clearly trying to avoid meeting your eyes.

His jaw clenches, and you comment after him, following him down the steps off the training field, "Marc is so much better than you."

"Leave me alone!" he suddenly snaps, suddenly swiveling on his heel to face you. You stop walking abruptly, as to not completely run into him. You falter, than take a step back at how close he is. He continues, "You're so annoying. Like a fly, buzzing in my ear."

"I just like to see your dumb reactions," you taunt, but somewhere deeper within you, you don't like the way he speaks about you so off-handedly, so unimportant.

"Why do you care so much?" he snorts, but you decide to take it as a rhetoric question.

You're about to fire some lame comeback off from the top of your head, when suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, and your brother, Marc, appears beside you, but he's looking at Héctor. "Are you two bothering each other again?"

"She's bothering me!" Héctor snaps.

"Your very presence bothers me!"

"Hey, hey," Marc says in a soothing tone. "Calm down. My God. Listen, Y/n, I'll meet you by the car in a few minutes. Leave Héctor alone."

You cross your arms. "You talk as though he's so innocent! It's not like I jab him for no reason-"

"Y/n! Stop!" Marc complains, gently shoving you down the hall, toward the exit. "I'll be at the car in a bit."

You roll your eyes, sigh, but nod, stalking off.

When Marc gets to the car and sits down next to him, he demands, "Why do you and Héctor hate each other? What is it?"

"He's annoying," you claim.

"That's it? I mean, you guys waste so much time with each other..."

You keep your head high and claim, "I take every opportunity I can to get under his skin."

Marc just sighs, turns the key in his car, and shakes his head, apparently too defeated to try to respond. You don't care.

You love to hate Héctor.

"Get out of my way," Héctor's annoying voice snaps behind you, gently shoving you in the back. "You walk so f*cking slow."

You turn around to retort, "I can walk as fast as I want, and it's too bad if you don't like it!"

"That's a lot coming from someone who is, like, four feet tall," I comments with a smirk, giving you a hard pat on the head.

"Shut up!"

"What's that? Didn't hear you down there. Wanna repeat?" he scoffs, his smirk growing.

"I'm not too short to punch you in the face, if I so desire!" you fire back, glaring at the taller individual.

"Oh, right. I'd like to see you try," he says, shoving past you as he saunters off.

"You really think you're so hot and sexy and cool, don't you? Give me a break!" you call in anger after him.

Suddenly Fermín López slips past you with an (much more polite than Héctor's 'Get out of my way,'), "Excuse me."

You nod, quickly stepping out of the way to let him through, but a little amused smile appears on his face as he gives you a very light, playful shove, "Hot, sexy, and cool?"

You like Fermín, and you know he's just teasing, but it's rare you can be lighthearted concerning Héctor. Your jaw clenches as you blurt, "Everyone knows what I meant!"

But Fermín waves his hand as he walks off, shaking his head, and says simply, "Do we?"

That's a question you should give more thought to, but instead you call, "Yes, Fermín, we do!"

Strange things come from eavesdropping on long phone conversations.

Even though you're staying over, you know Marc thinks you can't hear him talking with one of his teammates... you're not sure which one, but you know it's not, at least, Héctor Fort.

You know that because of the comment from Marc that made your ears perk up in the first place.

"Yeah, I mean, but, this is obvious, is it not? Héctor and Y/n- it's like they feed off each other's attention. It's clear they're obsessed with each other, and neither of them just want to admit it. Or, at least, I'm sure Héctor is."

You continue listening to the conversation, but only manage to hear Marc's half of it, through the door. After a pause, he continues, "Do you see how he looks at her?... Exactly! I don't know what to think about it, because Héctor's a good friend of mine. I literally asked him about it, and he like looked all grumpy and snapped way too angrily about how he hates Y/n and she's so annoying... Yeah. They give so much attention to each other. I'm starting to think Y/n cares more about getting Héctor's attention than she does actually following me around everywhere. She gives more time to him than me. Not that I care, but it's funny... Right... Hah, you want to do that?... Yeah, right. I mean, if they really do feel that way about each other, at some point, it'll just come out, and someone will realize and confess. I don't think they're that unaware- they just don't want to admit it... Oh, alright. See you tomorrow... Bye."

Your fists clenches. You heart pounds. Your head spins.

Is it really so obvious that you and Héctor like each other, when to both of you, it seems so ridiculously obvious you hate each other?

Or at least you think you hate each other.

Right?

"If you two keep this up, I'm going to confiscate your coming-to-football-training privileges, Y/n," Marc comments as he sees you and Hector in another argument, on the sidelines of the training pitch. He's crossing his arms, but smirking teasingly. "I mean, I know you two just can't get enough of each other, but really. It's getting to be a bit much."

He reaches you two, and gently shoves Héctor out of his way, teasingly, with a little grin. Héctor complains, "Marc!" but stumbles right into you. You, too, dodder back from Hector, almost slip on the grass, but feel a hand on your wrist before you can actually fall. You're expecting Marc, and don't mind him helping you straighten yourself, but when you look up and see the greyish brown eyes of Héctor Fort looking back at you, and his hand holding your wrist, you tear it away and snap, "Héctor!" instead.

Marc snorts, and as Lamine walks over, joining Marc, he comments, "You two are helplessly in love!"

"Oh, give me a break!" you say, feeling overly upset, indignant, and embarrassed at this teasing. "Even he thinks so?"

Marc shrugs, always being the type of older brother to take any and all opportunities to tease you. "Y/n, do you realize that whenever we tease you guys about this, Héctor never seems to say anything, let alone object?"

You see Marc's and Héctor's eyes lock for a second, and Héctor turns a deep shade of red as he comment, "Ah, Marc... Don't... Don't even say that... I, uh, should get back to training-" And just like that, he's off.

You look to Marc, who shrugs. Both him and Lamine are grinning stupidly. "Just saying," Marc teases, and then walks off with Lamine.

And you're left with that to occupy your thoughts.

After about a month of deciding to avoid following Marc around to football training, because of all the weird rumors about you and Héctor, your heart aches in longing, but you'll never admit to yourself that it's longing for Héctor himself.

You'll never admit you're actually missing him.

But today, you've had enough. You want to see him again, and, clearly, that's because you think he must be deprived of the misery and making fun of that you like to invoke on him weekly.

You just keep telling yourself you might just love to hate him slightly too much.

"Oh, look who's back! Why haven't you been at training for so long?" Héctor speaks mockingly, but there's a big grin on his face to see you.

You take it as a taunting one, and answer back, "Because I'm sick of seeing your handsome f*cking face!" You're not quite sure why the word 'handsome' slipped out of your lips with the insult, but you don't bother with it.

But he does. "Handsome? First right thing you've ever said in your life."

You snort and say, "If I'm such a nuisance, then why the hell do you bother with me? Is it because I'm not so bad myself?" If this is flirting, you ignore that, because it makes more sense for it to be teasing.

"Well!" he grins wider with a chuckle, his brown eyes sparkling. "It's not my fault that the cutest girl I've ever see just has to be also the most annoying girl I've ever met, is it?"

"Cute?!" you hoot. "What on earth would make you say that?!"

You watch as Héctor gives a very quick glance around, seeing that all his teammates must've hit the locker room by now, considering the hallway is empty.

Except for you and him, of course.

"I don't know... It just dawned on me..." Suddenly his eyes soften, and he looks down into yours. Your whole body tenses when his hand slips to your waist, just holding it gently. He smirks a little, but his eyes remain tentative, and perhaps even a little unsure. "Maybe sassy girls like you are my type."

Your jaw clenches as every single little tease from Héctor zooms through your mind at lightning speed, and then all the little teases from everyone else, about how you're so into to each other. About how you're hiding emotions. All those things you've been brushing off-

Clearly Héctor has decided there's no reason to brush those off now.

You feel your face heat a little. "Why?" you blurt. "Don't you hate me?"

"Hate you? No," he responds, his eyes searching yours for... something. "No, I don't hate you. If I hate anything, it's the fact that I love you."

Your jaw drops. You heart pounds in your ears.

"I think it just... I saw you, after not seeing you for a while, and it clicked in my brain," he continues.

"O- Oh..." you stutter, before blurting again, without any thought, "Well, I love to hate you."

His eyes freeze. Stop searching. His hand leaves your waist, but it doesn't feel right. It feels like his hand slipping away, like that's taking a part of you away with him. "Oh, alright. If you want it to be that way, that's fine, too." But disappointment, and confusion floods his being. He turns on his heel, about to walk away, leave you there, after all that, accepting your foolish proclamation in resignation.

"But, uh, wait, Héctor-!" you suddenly call, rushing after him. You grab his wrist. Slip it down to hold his hand. He turns to face you, staring down at you. You blush deeply at the intense eye contact, before saying softly, with an embarrassed, shuttering breath, "But maybe I would love to love you even more."

You glance away from his eyes, feeling the intensity from them far too strongly as he breathes, "Wait, really?"

"Yeah, maybe..." you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

He beams so brightly, his cheeks all pink. "This is such on a whim, but I feel like there's so much we've been denying."

Sounds just like something Marc would say to me teasingly, about Héctor.

But you smile a little back.

"So, what, now you're going to be all shy?" he teases softly, his hand gently rubbing yours. "Come on, now. I know you can be all cheeky. You're going to be shy now?" But he doesn't seem to mind, as he reaches up to gently tilt your chin, so you're forced to look at him.

"Ah, stop, Héctor..." you chuckle nervously, as butterflies begin to swarm in your stomach.

"Ah, I see," he grins, apparently not intending to stop at all. "You're all tough when you get to be petty, but as soon as I do something really relational, you get all embarrassed!"

"Oh, stop!" you giggle, clutching his hand more, your feet involuntarily stepping closer to him.

"Why should I? You're kind of cute."

"Because I say so!" you grin, looking up at him with shining eyes.

"Mmm, yeah. And you know I have to listen to everything you say, huh?"

"Yeah, because-"

"Oh, stop talking, or else the moment will pass!" he suddenly interrupts. You eyebrows crease together, but immediately you understand as he leans down-

And gently pecks your lips, before pulling away, his face red.

But you cry, indignant, "Oh, come on! Not something at least a little bit more grand?!"

He opens his mouth to speak, but you stand up on your tip toes, wrapping your arms around him, and kiss him before he can get out whatever words he was going to.

And yours is a real kiss.

When you finally, in sync, pull away from each other, he murmurs, "Oh, God. Didn't I tell you I think you're cute because you're sassy?"

"Because you're into that?" you tease softly, but are still blushing deeply at the kiss.

"Yes, exactly," he grins. "Because I'm into you."

[strawberryblue-blog]

Can you do one where hector is playing video game and reader get bored and start leaving kisses and hickeys on his neck, then he got turned on and just stop playing and they do a rough makeout session

Attention —Hector Fort.

summary: This imagine is a mix of the two requests above.

warnings: YES. +18. smut, hector being dom, unprotected sex, fingering, etc.

words count: +2.3k

You are sitting on the edge of the bed, impatiently with your legs crossed and the phone in your hand. You had been sitting here for at least twenty minutes after your shower, waiting for some attention from Hector. You look at him out of the corner of your eye, trying not to sigh too loudly, though you know he wouldn't notice. He's there, just a meter away from you, but he seems farther away than ever, slumped in his gamer chair, the giant headphones covering his ears like a shield against the outside world.

"Go, go, cover me!" he shouts and the microphone in front of his mouth vibrates with every word.

The screen flashes with lights of explosions and gunfire. The sound is deafening but not as deafening as his laughter when one of his friends says something in voice chat.

You lean toward him a little, just enough to touch the arm of the chair with your fingers.

"Love?" you say in a soft, almost shy tone.

Nothing-not even a flicker.

You give the chair a little nudge, subtle enough not to seem annoyed. He leans forward, as if you're reinforcing his concentration on the game rather than interrupting it.

"Hector?" you repeat, this time a little louder.

Nothing. You snort starting to bite your lip. You don't want to interrupt him but you want your damn boyfriend. You walk over to his spot and stare at him, hoping that somehow he senses your presence. But he doesn't.

Another victory cry erupts from his microphone and he pumps a fist in the air like he's celebrating a World Cup goal.

You lean forward and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. For a moment, he looks like he's going to react, he turns his head slightly but only to adjust his headphones with a small, disinterested smile.

Oh no. He didn't just ignore you with that smile.

You squint your eyes in annoyance. Your hands go to your waist and you scoot the chair with your foot, pushing him away. Hector barely looks up in confusion, you hear Gavi call him on the headset and you snort, crossing your arms. He's been playing for five hours since the afternoon, he barely went to lunch with you and had already gone back to playing at the boys' request. You have to admit that at least he doesn't do it every day, it's once in a while. But completely ignorant? Oh no. You won't let him off that easy.

He settles back in, not even caring, when you hear how Pedri calls him too when he's not paying attention. Damn kids. Don't they have anything else to do with their lives?

Then, an idea flashes in your head like a light bulb.

You scoot your chair back a bit and stand in front of the screen, Hector dodges you with his head as he screams for help in the game. You sit on his lap sideways, holding his shoulders and leaving one hand to stroke his head. Hector continues to watch the screen as he dodges your body, each time you try to get his attention.

"I'll finish soon, baby" he quickly indicates.

You snort at his words. How long exactly? Half an hour? One? Two? Damn it. You're sick of waiting for him. You want to go to bed with him, you want to hug him, talk to him or just look at him.

You sink your head into his neck and feel the helplessness in your body. Your lips move down his neck, slow and wet, you begin to kiss his skin as you move closer to him. Hector shuts up from the talk he was having with his friends and you hear him swallowing saliva.

You're still sucking on his neck when he places a hand on your waist, as a warning. But you don't care. Your tongue wanders along his neck and jaw as you feel your nipples harden against his shirt. When you have his attention, you kiss him on the mouth, dirty and needy, one of your hands stroking his crotch just barely, giving it a light squeeze. Hector quickly wraps his arms around your waist, squeezing you with his fingers, and gasps into your mouth. You hear the boys call out to him as gunshots ring out in the video game. They are about to lose.

The kiss is fiery and hot but when you have his full attention and when you know he's about to lose the video game, you get up from the chair and pull away.

Hector's eyes watch you leave and he quickly removes his headphones, despite the shouts of his friends as they chastise him for his distraction.

"What the fuck?" he asks getting up from the chair with a jump.

You ignore him. You walk over to the bed and before the sheets, ready to sleep.

"Did you just make me lose just to ignore me?" he asks opening his hands.

You get into bed and lie down on the bed, not answering him. You listen as he snorts as he turns off the computer. Bingo. You want to laugh but you just pretend to be tired. Now he'll come to bed.

With shuffling feet, he approaches the bed and with one hand, grabs your heel. With his strength he drags you onto the bed and stands over you, taking your attention.

"You want my attention, baby?" he whispers as his body is over yours. You feel his erection in your lower belly but you won't give in so easily.

"Really? I've been trying to get you to look at me for an hour" you say facing him with your hands on his chest as if holding him back. "You've been in that chair all day, Hector, you don't even remember me" you snatch.

He smiles, that idiotic smile that always makes you fall for his charm.

"Sorry, I didn't realize. Did you want something, baby?" his tone of voice sounds more teasing.

"Yes" you say, trying to remain serious, even though you're already starting to get annoyed. "I want you to turn that thing off and fuck me."

The words come out without you even noticing. You say it with such certainty and desperation that it sounds unreal coming out of your mouth. Hector bites down on his lip and his eyes are tinted a terrifying dark. His cock continues to prod at your belly and heat begins to course through your crotch. Damn. You feel his chest brush against your swollen nipples and Hector lowers his gaze to them.

"Okay, now you have my attention" he murmurs hoarsely as one of his legs slips between yours.

You gasp as his knee brushes against your crotch. He pushes a little and you pull your head back as you feel the pleasure begin to grow.

"Is that what you want?" he asks as one of his hands reaches inside your shirt and encircles your breast.

Your body alerts sound all at once as he takes your nipple between his fingers and his leg continues to put pressure on that area. You stir uncomfortably, trying to endure the whirlwind of emotions.

"Yes damn it. I've been waiting for you for hours"

Your hands cup his face and you kiss him, missing the feel of his sweet lips. Hector reciprocates as you melt into a hot kiss like the one a moment ago but this time much deeper. His hands caress you all over your body, yours tangle around his wavy neck, pulling them as his leg follows at your center. You moan in wonder.

He pulls away from your mouth when you growl at the lack of his lips but Hector smiles impishly. The movement of ends and you feel an emptiness in your chest and pussy. He reaches up a little to pull down your panties in one motion as he grabs your shirt and pulls it off your body, exposing it to him.

You now have his full attention and you can see it by the way he looks at you naked, how his erection keeps growing, how his eyes darkened, how his expressions changed.

"You have my attention, baby" he whispers before getting back on top of you.

You grab him by the face to kiss him again but Hector pulls away. Instead, he turns his face to your breasts and takes one with his mouth. You moan with a squeal as you also feel his fingers enter your soft spot. He caresses your thigh first, then inside it and finally outlines your slit.

You gasp grabbing at his hair again as his lips suck your nipple so hard you cry out. His other free hand, squeezes your remaining breast and you moan as you sink into the wave of pleasure.

Every pore of your body goes wild as he gropes your wet hole, barely caresses your clit and already he wants you screaming. He caresses it again, slow and torturous, while his lips continue to kiss your breasts.

He opens your vaginal lips and inserts two fingers slowly and gropingly, as if preparing you. He leaves them there for a few seconds, while your walls clench against his fingers and you moan in desperation. You hate him playing with you but you feel you deserve it a little. Or maybe you need it.

Hector's mouth keeps biting your nipples and holding your other breast so well you feel like you'll finish without even starting. It's hell.

"Did you want my fucking attention, baby?" he whispers when his face is millimeters from yours.

You can barely open your eyes to see him, you feel that with the slightest movement you will come and you're not ready yet. So strong is the tension, the pressure, the temptation.

"Hector" you gasp in an agonized whisper. He smiles sideways.

Your fingers beg caressing the beginning of his hair at the nape of his soft neck, as if asking him for a favor.

"I don't like to lose, you know that?" he asks again. Her eyes spit fire as she speaks to you.

"I just wanted to..." you try to say but fall silent as he begins to move his fingers inside you.

In and out. In and out, so slow, it burns you inside. You bite your lip trying to hold the pressure, your nipples start to ache from the need to be touched, your belly roars for more.

"What did you want, baby?" he insists as his eyes dart to your mouth.

"You, Hector!" you squeal in desperation. "I wanted you, damn it!"

Then his fingers curl inside you and he starts fucking you with his fingers fast. In a thrust in and out that takes you over the top of the mountain. You arch your back leaving him the perfect access for Hector to take your nipples again, beginning to suck and bite them vehemently. The double pleasure begins to build up in your belly and you need to release but you know Hector won't give it to you that easy.

His free hand hits your breast and you squeal as you feel one more finger join his other two fingers. You feel like he will break you at any moment and you are really looking forward to it as you moan and beg for him to keep it up. Hector is a good lover and he does just that, fucking you so hard with his hand and sucking on your breasts. This is paradise. Never before have you been able to feel this exquisite combination of pleasure. The way his hot fingers penetrate you non-stop, your walls wet and clinging to his skin, while your nipples ache from so much stimulation but it's such a pleasurable ache that you just want him to keep sucking and biting you. It's dirty and intimate at the same time. You love him.

All his attention is on you as his thumb adds to your clit and gently caresses it and you can't think of anything but the whirlwind of pleasure to come. He fucks you all over so right.

You hold onto the back of his neck as the pleasure begins to burn in your belly, your legs tremble as your moans are already desperate cries. The orgasm hits you in an instant but it seems like an infinite oasis in your body. His mouth never left your breasts, his movements are just as sudden. He continues to fuck you on your spot, as you stir in place but Hector settles you back down. Your legs burn and you feel the heat return to suffocating as the orgasm hits you like never before. For a moment you feel your soul leave your body and consciousness disappears for a second. Two orgasms. Damn.

Your walls clench your fingers as he stops them little by little, lowering the intensity. You feel so full with his fingers inside, your heart leaping with excitement. Your breasts ache from the sensitivity, not to mention your pussy that feels overstimulated at the slightest touch. Hector made a mess of you.

"Hector..." your voice comes out as a plea, this time, for him to stop.

He hears you and his fingers leave your dripping pussy, making you bristle as you feel the cold, empty nothingness. Your body is sweaty and your breathing barely begins to regulate.

Hector rises from the bed and removes his shirt, pulling down his pants with his boxer shorts. His erect cock jumps out of his underwear and you swallow saliva as he strokes the tip a little himself.

"Now that you have my attention, you'll have to take me, baby" he murmurs as they position themselves on top of you.

You smile exhaustedly. There's nothing more you'd want right now than his cock splitting you. But you know it will hurt, today, tomorrow and maybe for days to come. But you wanted this as much as he did. You had provoked him.

Your hands embrace his shoulders as he positions himself on your body, wrapping your legs around him. His cock strokes your wet lips, seeking some of your hot, cool juices. Your whole body gets a surge of electricity. You won't be able to take this. He will break you. Literally. But you're willing to do it.

[insidekatmind]

Morning~Hector Fort

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

You wake up slowly, wrapped in the warmth of the morning and an embrace that feels like home. Hector’s familiar scent surrounds you a mix of light aftershave and the sweet aroma of his skin. His strong arms hold you gently, as if even in his sleep, he wants to protect you from the whole world.

You slowly open your eyes, your face pressed against his chest, which rises and falls with the steady rhythm of his breathing. Outside, the morning light filters through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues. You shift slightly, and you feel his breath change.

“Hm, good morning, amor,” he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with sleep, pulling you a little closer.

A smile escapes your lips as you lift your gaze toward him. His light-colored eyes, still heavy with sleep, look at you with a tenderness that melts your heart. He runs a hand through your hair, tucking a few stray strands away from your face.

“You’re too beautiful when you wake up,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You laugh softly, hiding your face against his neck. “You always say the same things…”

“Because they’re true,” he replies with a quiet chuckle. Then, in a lazy yet loving gesture, he traces light circles on your back with his fingertips.

You stay like that for a while, in no hurry to leave this little world made just for the two of you. Outside, the city wakes up, but in that room, there’s only the sound of your hearts beating in sync, the warmth of his skin against yours, and the sweet taste of a love that grows stronger every single day.

You kiss his neck as you relax in his arms. Hector lets out a soft sigh at the feel of your lips on his skin, a sound that sends shivers down his spine. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer as he tilts his head, offering more of his neck for you to explore.

“I love it when you do that,” he murmurs, his voice filled with desire.

You continue to kiss and nibble at his neck, feeling the beat of his pulse against your lips. He responds with a quiet moan, his hands starting to roam over your body, caressing you with a possessive yet tender touch.Your every touch and kiss only ignites his desire more, making his heart beat faster. Hector turns, rolling on top of you, his body pressing against yours.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whispers, his mouth close to your ear as he brushes his lips against your earlobe. His body is taut with tension, as he tries to hold back, not wanting to get too carried away but failing miserably.

His eyes meet yours, their color darkening with arousal. He kisses you, slowly, deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with a possessive need. His hands roam over your body, as if he wants to touch every single inch of your skin, to claim you as his own.You hum happily and climb onto him, starting to rub yourself against his erection. Hector lets out a low, guttural sound at the feel of your body rubbing against his, his hands moving to your hips, helping to guide your movements.

“You’re going to drive me insane, cariño,” he breathes, his eyes dark with desire. His body is on fire, the need for you almost unbearable.

He pulls you closer, his hands roaming over your body, as he continues to kiss you with a passion that threatens to consume you both. His hips grind against yours, his erection pressing against your body in a way that makes you both moan in pleasure.Hector's breath hitches as you undress him, the feel of your hands on his skin making him shiver with pleasure. He lifts his hips, helping you to pull his pajamas and boxers off, his erection already hard and straining against his stomach. He gazes at you with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, filled with a combination of need and love. He pulls you closer, his hands grasping your hips and guiding you to him. His expression is taut with anticipation, his breath coming in short, quick bursts as he watches you.

“Cariño,” he breathes, his voice hoarse, “I need you now"Hector's breath hitches as you undress him, the feel of your hands on his skin making him shiver with pleasure. He lifts his hips, helping you to pull his pajamas and boxers off, his erection already hard and straining against his stomach. He gazes at you with dark, heavy-lidded eyes, filled with a combination of need and love. He pulls you closer, his hands grasping your hips and guiding you to him. His expression is taut with anticipation, his breath coming in short, quick bursts as he watches you.

“Cariño,” he breathes, his voice hoarse, “I need you now" he murmurs, pulling down your pajama pants and panties and then squeezing your ass.

You climbed back on top of him and let him enter you, making you both moan. You started riding him slowly while moaning. Hector’s breath hitches as you start to ride him slowly, his head rolled back against the pillow. He lets out a low moan, the sound deep and guttural, filled with a combination of pleasure and need. His hands move to your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin, guiding your movements, wanting to feel every inch of you. He gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, his expression one of pure ecstasy, his body trembling with desire.

“You feel so good, cariño,” he breathes, his voice hoarse and gravelly with desire. He watches you move above him, his eyes darkening even more with pleasure, his grip on your hips firmer. He starts to move with you, his hips lifting to meet yours in a slow, rhythmic motion.

You moan loudly and ride him harder.Hector's eyes darken as you ride him harder, his breath coming in sharp gasps, his body tense with pleasure. He lets out a low, guttural moan, the sound deep and primal, expressing both his need and his satisfaction. His grip on your hips tightens even more, but even in his state of bliss, he holds back, not wanting to lose control yet, wanting to savor every moment. He looks up at you, his gaze locked on your face, his expression filled with a combination of desire and worship.

“Dios, cariño,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need, “you’re incredible." His hands move from your hips, roaming over your body, as if he can't touch you enough, as if he wants to memorize every curve and contour of your body. His fingers grip your thighs, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin, wanting to feel every part of you.

“Baby,” you moan softly, clinging to him. Hector's breath hitches at the sound of your soft moan, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. He pulls you closer, his arms encircling you, holding you tightly against him. “Mierda,” he whispers, his voice rough, “the way you say that word... it drives me insane."

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips kissing your skin, his hot breath against your ear making you shiver.

“I can't get enough of you,” he murmurs. “I'll never have enough of you..."His hands roam over your body, his touch both possessive and tender, as if he wants to claim you as his all over again. He kisses your jawline, your collarbone, his lips moving down toward your chest. He nips and sucks at your skin, leaving small red marks in his wake.

You moan and ride him harder. Hector's eyes darken even more as you ride him harder, his fingers digging into your skin, his body trembling with pleasure. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his head falling back against the pillow. He looks up at you, his expression filled with a combination of desire and need."Yes, cariño," he breathes, his voice ragged. "Just like that"His hips lift to meet yours, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. He tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin, as if he's trying to hold on to you, to meld you into himself.

You cry with pleasure and try to increase his thrusts even more. Hector responds to your cries, increasing his thrusts, his movements growing more aggressive, more urgent. His body is taut with tension, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his eyes fixed on your face, watching every expression, every reaction."I love to see you like this," he breathes, his voice rough. "So wild, so passionate"His hands move from your hips to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, pulling your face closer to his. He kisses you fiercely, his mouth claiming yours, his tongue invading your mouth.

His kisses are demanding, possessive, his mouth bruising yours, as if he wants to drown you in his desire, to engulf you in it, to consume you.“Cariño..” he murmurs, his lips leaving yours, traveling down your neck, leaving kisses and bites in his wake. “Tu cuerpo es mío, solo mio. Nadie más te tendrá como  yo”You groaned at his Spanish.

Hector's expression is filled with a mixture of lust and possessiveness as he hears the sound of your groan in response to his words. The use of his native language only intensifies the heady feeling he has for you, the way it makes you react to him."You love it when I speak Spanish, don't you, cariño?" he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.

You nod as you ride him harder. Hector's eyes darken even more at your response, his voice guttural as he speaks. "Me encanta como me respondes, mi amor" he growls, his breath coming in sharp gasps, the sound of his own voice turning him on even more.

“Hmm Hector” you mutter, moaning as you grind against him. Hector's fingers dig even more into your skin, his body trembling with pleasure at the sound of his name and the way you're grinding against him. He lets out a low moan, his voice guttural and rough.

"Dios, cariño," he breathes, "eres mi perdicion"He grabs you by the back of the neck and pulls you closer, his mouth capturing yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.

“I'm coming” you moan riding harder. Hector lets out a low, guttural sound at your words, his body tense with desire, teetering on the edge of control. His hands grip your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, his breaths coming in short, sharp gasps."Yes, cariño," he hisses, his voice low and rough, "let go for me"

You moan and come on him and your pussy squeezes his cock making him come. You cry out as you come, your body trembling with pleasure, your words driving him wild. Hector's body tenses beneath you.He closes his eyes in pleasure and opens his mouth moaning. "F-fuck."

The sound of his own voice mixed with your name as he comes is almost too much.

Hector's body trembles under you, his arms holding you tight as he rides out his orgasm. He lets out a loud, guttural moan, his mouth open, his eyes clenched shut. It takes him a moment to come down from the high, his breaths still ragged, his body glist of sweat and you almost moaned at the sight. Hector opens his eyes, his gaze fixed on you. There's a softness in his expression now, a combination of love and satisfaction. He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender.“You’re so beautiful," he whispers, his voice slightly hoarse.

You smiled sweetly and leaned into his chest. Hector wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, holding you against his chest, his body still trembling slightly.He closes his eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of you in his arms, the scent of your skin. He murmurs something in Spanish, so softly that you can’t quite make out the words, but the tone is unmistakably one of love and adoration.

His hand is still tracing small circles on your skin, as if he can't get enough of touching you, as if he needs every part of him to be connected to you. It feels like he’s trying to memorize every curve and contour of your body, trying to hold onto this moment, to make it last forever.“I love you,” he whispers against your hair, his words a soft, breathless confession. “You’re everything to me, cariño.”

Your heart skips a beat and you smile. “I love you too Hector,” you whispered softly.

Hector's arms tighten around you, pulling you closer to him, his body molding to fit perfectly with yours. He buries his face in your hair, taking a deep breath, as if inhaling your scent is the only thing that can ease the ache in his heart.“Sometimes," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, “I can hardly believe you're real. That you're here with me, loving me. It's a damn miracle."

He lets out a soft laugh, his breath warm against your skin. "I'm so damn lucky, you know?" he says, his hand tracing patterns on your back. "To have found you, to get to call you mine. It's like I've won the biggest prize in the world."

You kiss his lips softly. Hector returns your kiss, his lips soft and tender against yours. He pulls you even closer, his body pressing against yours, wanting to feel every inch of you. He murmurs your name against your lips, the sound a soft, gentle sound, filled with a mixture of love and affection.

He pulls back slightly, looking at you with soft, warm eyes, his expression almost reverent.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, cariño, “ he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity.

[httpsdana]

Hey! Have you thought about writing for hector fort.

Him and his girlfriend are cuddeling and she starts tracing his tattoo. Just a cute moment with him enjoying the feeling. You could make them talk about their future together or something.

Feel free to ignore!

Tattoos~Hector Fort

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

I decided to write this hector fic then start with the series. I got a few ideas but I'm still not sure who it will be about. enjoy this <3

@hectorth wrote something similar before me go check it out too 🫶🏻🫶🏻

you can request from my prompt list

this is my master list

player/drivers I write for

Hector had a day off before going back to training, so he took this as a chance to sleep in while settling in the arms of his girlfriend. However, she had other plans. She was an early bird, waking up by 8 in the morning. If she tried to move, Hector would wake up, and that's the last thing she wanted to do.

She turned in Hector's arms, resting his head on her chest and an arm draped over her waist. Sitting there for a few moments she got bored quickly. If she tries to reach over to her phone Hector will wake up.

Subconsciously, her fingers started tracing the tattoo which she adored oh so much on Hector's arm. Her fingertips moving softly on the ink on his skin. The small gesture made Hector stir a bit in his sleep. She didn't stop though. Her fingertips kept dancing on his skin until he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"mhm buenos dias amor" he mumbled, his voice deep from the slumber he woke up from

"good morning baby" she said back, pressing a small kiss in his curls.

"how long have you been awake, why didn't you wake me up?" he asked her, sitting up a bit.

"you needed this sleep I didn't wanna disturb" she ran one hand through his curls, the other one still on his tattoos

"don't be silly, wake me up next time" he said, resting his head back on her chest

"you know I'm gonna add a tattoo for you" he said. y/n smiled and looked down at hi

"will you?" she asked, failing to hide her huge smile

"of course, and when we have kids I'll add a tattoo for them too" he looked up at her with a smile

she slapped his head gently in a joking manner, trying to hide her blushed cheeks. He chuckled softly at her actions

"I see you already planned our future have you?" she asked with sarcasm, a smile still on her face

'of course, I even planned the names of our kids, and the wedding and our house. don't worry everything is planned out" he said

y/n laughed and shook her head at him.

"tell me your plans" she urged him to speak

"well first of all if we have a girl she'll be called Lucia Alexia Fort. how does that sound?" he looked up, an excited smile on his face. Her heart melted and the joy and excitement on his face. She leaned down and pecked his lips a few times

"I like it, Lucia is such a cute name, why Alexia though?" she asked

"well just because she's a girl doesn't mean she's not gonna be playing football. Alexia just a motivation for her to be like Alexia Putellas" he said. y/n pouted at his explanation, realizing how lucky she got with her boyfriend

"aww you're so cute...I assume the boy's middle name will be Lionel right?" she asked, Hector sat up immediately and nodded his head

"yes! I'm not sure about the first name but Lionel is definitely there" he said, a wide smile spread on his face

y/n sat there, admiring how passionately Hector spoke about their future together. He kept talking about their wedding and house, while she admired every single feature in his face

"i love you" she interrupted him, making him raise his eyebrows, blood rushing into his cheeks. He dropped down on her chest, hiding his red face from her. She giggled softly, kissing the top of his head

"i love you too" he mumbled into her chest, refusing to look up at her

[joaosnovia]

hector fort with a sassy/bossy girlfriend who is actually a sweetheart🥹 like yes she will make something out of nothing- but she also give the softest praise when she wants to?

❦ - my favourite player.

summary:: you’re hector’s sassy girlfriend (with kindness 😛)

warnings:: it’s like not a proper fic yk? it’s just a ton of scenarios but too long for headcannons idek atp

writers note:: IM SO INCONSISTENT W POSTING I NEED TO START POSTING THESE AS SSON AS IM DONE WRITING OMDS THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR HOURS.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp ; lmk if u wanna be added or removed

hector fort never really knew what hit him when he started dating you. you walked into his life like a storm, sharp tongue, quick comebacks, and a look that could cut through steel, but underneath that bossy, sassy exterior, you were the biggest softie he’d ever met.

he learned that early on. like the first time you two went out and he showed up three minutes late. three.

‘oh, so you thought i didn’t deserve punctuality?’ you’d said, arms crossed, hip cocked to the side. ‘is that what we’re doing now, fort?’

he scrambled with apologies, cheeks red, swearing traffic was worse than usual. you just sighed, looped your arm through his, and murmured, ‘relax, i’m messing with you. but you are paying for dessert. non-negotiable.’

he never minded paying, especially when you’d grin at him over your ice cream, that spark in your eyes softening just a bit. and god, when you’d say things like, ‘you’re lucky you’re cute,’ it did things to him he didn’t know how to explain.

but it wasn’t just the teasing. it was how you supported him, how you believed in him even when he didn’t believe in himself. after that match he’d been kicking himself over for days, missed shots, sloppy passes, you cornered him in his apartment, hands on your hips.

‘hector fort, if you don’t stop beating yourself up, i swear—’ you cut yourself off, softened. stepped closer and cupped his face, fingers warm against his skin. ‘baby, you played so well. everyone has off days. i’m proud of you.’

he melted. every damn time.

sometimes, you’d get worked up over the smallest things, like when your coffee order was wrong. ‘how hard is it to do two pumps of vanilla, not three? i’m not asking for rocket science.’ you’d huff, glance at him, and when you caught him grinning, you’d roll your eyes. ‘...whatever. wanna sip?’

he loved that you’d fight anyone and anything, but when it came to him? you handled him with care. your bossiness wasn’t mean, it was protective. you demanded respect for yourself, for him, for the people you cared about. you were fire and warmth all at once.

and hector? he’d never been happier to stand in the middle of that fire.

it was in the little things, too. the texts before his matches, ‘score a goal for me, baby. or don’t. you’re still my favorite.’ the way you’d pull him aside after a rough day and say, ‘c’mere, let me fix your hair. you look like you fought a tornado,’ fingers gentle as you smoothed back his curls.

but nothing compared to the quiet moments. like when you thought he was asleep, and you’d whisper, ‘love you, y’know? so much it’s stupid.’ like he didn’t hear you. like he didn’t tuck those words away, holding them close on the nights he missed you the most.

hector fort knew you were a lot. sassy, bossy, dramatic. but god, he wouldn’t trade it for anything. because beneath all that, you were his soft place to land. his person.

and if you wanted to make something out of nothing, throw a fit over a late pizza delivery or a movie starting five minutes past the showtime? fine. he’d let you. hell, he’d stand right beside you and complain too.

as long as, at the end of the day, he still got to be the one you smiled at like that. the one you whispered those soft, precious things to when you thought no one was listening.

because you, with all your fire and sass and sweetness, you were everything.

[rwshfordgirl]

Hii can I Request reader changing hectors wardrobe (I just really wanna see him in those old money fits girl 😭) and him being amused by that like he’d do a runway walk for her and stuff ?

Thank u in advance 💙

CATWALK

all the imagens were taken from pinterest.

a/n: i found it so cute! thanks for the request ;) i hope you like it! another thing, that middle photo is sooo cute

Lying in the middle of the clothes I bought for Hector, I can imagine his reaction when he sees me in this position. I can see him standing in the bedroom doorway, arms outstretched, asking, "What is this?"

My intention is not to forcibly change Hector's style, I would just like to see him in a different style. And he would be able to look good even wearing the tackiest clothes there are.

I just hope he doesn't get mad at me for this idea.

"I can smell your perfume from miles away, cariño." Hector's voice followed by the sound of approaching footsteps made me lose focus on my thoughts. "What is this?" Hector's confused gaze shifting from me to the clothes on the floor made me smile weakly. "Today you will try on new clothes." He picked up a shirt from the floor and looked at me with an arched eyebrow. "Did you buy all of this?" I nodded "All for you." His eyes darted between me and the blouse "What if I don't like it?" I laughed "so it was money thrown away."

"Should I just try it on?" I asked. "Yes, I'll sit here waiting for you to try on the clothes, come here and show them to me." I clapped my hands excitedly. "Okay then, what won't I do for you?"

The white linen shirt he had in his hands matched perfectly with the beige tailored pants that were in front of me. I handed it to Fort and watched him grab a sweater in the same color as the pants before going into the bathroom. "You loved the idea." I said happily.

I couldn't contain the huge smile I gave when Hector came out of the bathroom and walked towards me as if he was parading "Wow!" I applauded him "I deserve a kiss, don't I?" he asked when he approached me and I pulled him down "a thousand kisses." I gave him a kiss "now go try on more clothes." I pushed him lightly.

Hector took a pair of pants made of the same material as the previous ones, but in white, to the bathroom. "Put the blue sweater over the blouse now." I signaled and he nodded.

More beautiful than before. Hector looks incredibly handsome wearing clothes like this, unfortunately I wouldn't let him go out on the street if he dressed like that. If girls already go crazy with him in the Barcelona uniform, imagine if they see him in Old Money. 

"You're fit to be a model, you know." I said when I saw him coming out of the bathroom for the second time. "Really? Because I'm so handsome?" He asked as he sat down next to me. "You're so handsome and your catwalk is better than most models." I kissed his cheek "My model." 

"I'm not going to wear any of these clothes, but I'm going to keep all of them." I pouted. "You can wear one of them when you take me out to dinner."