#i'm sorry i hope this isn't too cringe jhdsjhgjh

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pampered

yassine bounou x reader

words: 1.2k

request: a yassine bounou fluff where he's had a particularly rough day so the reader pampers him, makes his favourite food, they share a bath and reader gives him a back massage and he just falls asleep like that? tysm xxx

warnings: fluff, bathing together/nudity, slightly suggestive content but nothing crazy. it's mostly just wholesome fluff!!

"What's wrong, baby?" you ask as your husband walks through the door. You can sense that something is wrong as he doesn't greet you with his usual embrace and kisses, instead setting his training gear down and heading straight towards the shower.

"Nothing, I'm fine," he answers, and his tone of voice only confirms your suspicions. You hear the bath running. You head towards the bedroom and find Yassine taking off his shirt.

"Baby, talk to me," you say. Yassine wasn't usually one to keep his feelings from you, but sometimes he got into these moods where he retreated into himself, and you had to put in the effort to pull him back out. "Did something happen at training?"

Yassine sighs, still not making eye contact with you as he reaches for his towel. "It's nothing. I got into it a little bit with the boss today, that's all."

You frowned. Yassine was not one for confrontation, especially with the manager. You couldn't imagine what they possibly could have gotten into it about. "Was it about the upcoming match?" you ask, knowing that there was an important game coming up that following weekend that Yassine had been nervous about.

"I really don't want to talk about it, baby, is that ok?" He asks, and doesn't wait for your answer before taking off his track pants and boxers and heading into the bathroom.

You hesitate for a moment, pondering whether or not you should give him some space. Yassine didn't have these moments often, but when he did, it was usually related to work. He had a tendency to be too hard on himself, and when he didn't meet the high expectations he set for himself, he would push everyone away as a result.

After thinking it over for a moment, you decide to follow Yassine into the bath. When you enter, you find him already laying down in the water.

"Mind if I join you?" you ask. Yassine looks taken aback - despite being together for years and years, you had never bathed together before. He nods, and you begin to strip, taking off the sweatsuit you had been lounging around the house in. His eyes trail your body up and down as you do so. When you're fully naked, you climb into the bath, and lean against Yassine so that your back is against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and rests his head in the nook of your shoulder. The two of you sit like this for a moment, not saying a word.

"I love you," he finally whispers, breaking the silence.

"I love you too," you respond.

"I'm sorry for being grumpy before."

"Don't apologize, my love. You didn't do anything wrong," you say, as you turn around so that you are now facing him. You take his hands into yours and look into his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's not much to talk about. Boss told me I probably won't start in the match this weekend and I kind of just lost it."

You can see the disappointment in Yassine's eyes. Besides you and his family, football was his entire life. He took pride in being the starting goalkeeper for his team. "I'm so sorry, baby. That's not fair at all." You caress his cheek in your hands for a moment. The two of you stay like this for a moment, the silence saying more than words ever could.

"Can I bathe you?" you ask after a minute. Yassine nods and you pick up the washcloth and lather it in soap and water. You start with his arms and then move to his chiseled chest, gently lathering him in soap. Yassine closes his eyes and leans his head back, allowing you fully take care of him. You scrub behind his ears and then move to his beautiful, thick hair - you prayed that your children would one day have his hair - lathering it with his favorite shampoo and conditioner. As you work, you take in every tiny detail of the body of this man that you love - the scar on his legs from when he was a child first learning to play football, the veins in his arms, the birthmark on his hips. You've seen it all before, more times than you can count, but each time it feels just as special as the first. You can't believe that this man is all yours.

"Okay baby, gonna wash you now," you say as you prepare to rinse his body off. Yassine still has his eyes closed. This is perhaps the most peaceful and relaxed you've seen him in a while. All of the stress and worry from earlier in the day has been replaced by tenderness and love.

"Thank you, angel," Yassine whispers back to you. As you finish washing him, he opens his eyes and smiles at you, the crinkle in his eyes making your heart jump the way it did the day you first met him.

When you're both done bathing, you get out of the shower and dry each other off. Yassine picks you up - effortlessly, as he always does - and carries you to the bedroom before plopping you on the bed. You both apply lotion to each other, whispering and giggling like school children as you do.

"What do you want for dinner, love?" You ask, as you both put on your pajamas. Yassine looks at you knowingly, and you can't help but burst out laughing. "Fish chermoula, is it?" you ask, knowing very well that this is Yassine's favorite food. You were never much of a cook, but after learning how much Yassine loved this dish, you had learned to make it for one of your very first dates together.

The two of you head into the kitchen together. Yassine prepares the fish while you blend together the marinade. Cooking with Yassine was one of your favorite things to do. Neither of you were very organized, so the kitchen always ended up looking like a tornado had flown through it by the end.

"Open up," you say as you finish the marinade, taking a spoonful of it and bringing it to Yassine's mouth.

"Mmm. That's delicious, darling," says Yassine. He leans in for a kiss, and you can taste the leftovers on his mouth. "No one else knows how to cheer me up like you do, baby," he says against your lips. "What would I do without you?"

"You would be living a perfectly normal and happy life, I'm sure," you respond cheekily. Yassine frowns at this, and then responds by kissing you again, his arms wrapping around your frame.

You spend the rest of the night eating and cleaning up after yourselves as the sun sets outside. Your favorite music is playing on the stereo in the background. You wonder how you could be so lucky to have found the love of your life.

After talking and laughing together for a bit, the two of you decide to call it an early night. You end the day by giving Yassine a back massage - one of his favorite ways to be pampered by you - and then fall asleep with him as the little spoon, just as he likes it.

"Good night, darling," he whispers groggily, and you can tell that he is already half asleep.

"Good night, my love," you mumble back, and the two of you fall into a deep slumber together.