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lxndonorris · 4 years ago

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Beach Boy - Marco Asensio

Y/N x Marco Asensio

Theme: Smutish (not too explicit)

spending a day at the beach with Marco x

word count: 880+

One of the benefits of living in Spain is having multiple beautiful beaches just around every corner. Of course, you would spend every possible second of your free time lying in the soft sand, sunbathing. Luckily, your boyfriend Marco feels the same, so you always have someone to cling to while at the beach.

Today, you’re lying in the burning sun, face down, just enjoying your time in Valencia, on the Platja de la Malva-rosa, when you can hear Marco giggle quietly. You turn your head towards him, your eyes hidden behind your black sunglasses, catching him smiling at his phone. “What’s so funny?” You say sleepily, resting your head on your arms. “Just saw the new Fifa ratings and some of these are really nuts.” He says, tilting his head slightly.

Raising an eyebrow, you look at him only wearing swim shorts and sunglasses, giggling to himself. “Marco?” You say, trying to get his attention. “Yeah?” He says, without looking up from his screen. “Hello?” You say louder, finally getting a reaction from him. Marco smiles weakly, putting his phone down slowly. “Could you please help me with the sun blocker?”

“Sure.” He says happily, crawling closer to you. “Thanks, babé.” You say satisfied with yourself, feeling him suddenly on top of you. In fact, he sits at your lower back, rubbing his hands with sun blocker. “This will be cold.” He says just mere seconds before you feel the cooling lotion on your skin, your whole body shuddering quickly, causing Marco to giggle again. “Told ya.” Rolling your eyes, you close your eyes, just feeling his hands gently running across your back.

“Is this okay?” Marco bends down to whisper into your ear. “Or should I be gentle?” Growling deeply, you nod approvingly and his grip gets tighter. What started as a helping hand is slowly turning into a massage, with his fingers feeling all of your muscles react to his touch. “You like that?” He says, working his way from one shoulder to the other. “Mhmm.” You groan quietly, but he knows exactly what this means.

“Done.” Suddenly, you feel him moving behind you, getting back on to his towel. You turn your head again to catch him staring again, this time, he watches you carefully. His mouth slowly turns into a mischievously smirk, even without looking at his eyes you know that he is planning something. “What?” You say quietly, raising an eyebrow again. “I think I need refreshment.” His eyebrows twitch twice as he rubs his own chest firmly. “Wanna join me?”

Marco says, his hand running further down his body, and now, he’s feeling his own thighs. “Pass.” You smirk back at him and see frustration spreading across his face. “Fine.” He grunts, gets up, and walks into the ocean. Suspiciously, you turn around to watch his every move and Marco makes sure to give you a good look at his body, looking at you over his shoulder, winking.

He gets deeper inside the ocean until the water reaches his bellybutton and he starts to run his wet hands through his hair, knowing very well that this sight is your kryptonite. Biting your own lip, you watch him póuring water all over his body, making it even worse for you. “Fine.” You mutter to yourself and walk towards him.

He notices you and smirks playfully, still pouring water across his trained body. You discretely show him the middle finger but he just sticks his tongue out. As soon as you’re close enough, you splash water against him, giggling wildly. “Oh, it’s on.” He says, starting a water fight. Instead of splashing water, he easily picks you up, spins around and you share a laugh together until he stops spinning and you look deeply into each other’s eyes.

“You’re such a douche.” You nudge him playfully, but he doesn’t care. “You love me, so it’s on you.” He smirks and kisses you lovingly, once, twice, and then three times before putting you down again. Still, you try to steady yourself by holding on to his strong arms, looking at his wet chest. “I really can’t get enough of this.” You say, tracing a few droplets across his skin, further down to his swim shorts.

“I’m glad you enjoy it, it’s a piece of work,” Marco says quietly, his eyes following your fingers now tracing the waistband of his shorts. “Do you like what you see too?” You say, softly stroking his dick through his pants, feeling him bulging into the palms of your hand. “I guess so.” He giggles, putting his hands at your waist, and pulls you into another, more passionate kiss. You still stroke him gently, just teasingly not trying to go any further.

“We should get out now, I’m getting cold.” He frowns, looking at the dent forming down there. “Right now?” You giggle, licking your lips. “You should stay for a little longer until you’re not that excited.” Grinning widely, you kiss him one last time before you return to the beach. Just then, Marco takes your hand, following you closely. “I don’t care, I just wanna be with you.” He says, stroking your hand gently.

Together, you walk to your towels, lie down and enjoy the beams of warm sunlight on your skins.

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raphavarrane · 6 years ago

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fluff alphabet (marco asensio)

A - Arguments (What they are like after an argument...)

marco is quite stubborn but not in an egotistical way. he never likes being the reason that you’re stressed or upset but at the same time, he struggles to initially realise what he’s done wrong. so after an argument, he’d pull you into a hug and apologise quickly, whispering the sweetest of words into your ear.

if the argument was really bad and tempers started to flair, marco would give you time to gather your thoughts before trying to reconcile with you.

B - Body care (What they do to look after you...)

weekly baths. usually, it ends with nothing sexual. it’s the only time where both of you can be calm and just enjoy each other’s company without having to worry about anything else. marco’s tense body finally relaxes in the warm water and feeling your fingers coarsing through his hair is enough.

C - Cuddles (How good are their cuddles...)

marco usually keeps one hand around your waist so that he can eaisly pull you into a hug whenever he’s missed your body up against his. when it’s just the two of you, he doesn’t mind being the little spoon and feeling your frame keeping him warm.

D - Dream (What's the dream for you as a couple...)

one day marco would love to call you ‘his’. officially. he wants to put a ring on your finger and show you off to anyone & everyone he sees. but the real dream for marco is to create a human life that has your eyes and smile.

E - Emotion (How emotional they are...)

marco tries (and always fails) to hide his emotions. he doesn’t want to burden you; he’s not always around and he doesn’t want to drop the mood when you guys finally have some time together. but when it all becomes too much, marco gives in and puts his head on your shoulder and lets it all out.

F - Family (What do your family think of them...)

your father adores marco; they go to watch football games together whenever marco’s in town and go hang out at your father’s favourite bar. your mother however, is a bit apprehensive around marco because of his career choice but eventually, she fell for that famous smile just like you.

if you have any brothers or sisters, marco would go meet on with them like a house on fire, seeing it as an excuse to learn some funny things about you that he could eventually use against you.

G - Giving (Are they generous...)

he loves giving you trinkets from other cities he’d been to due to his travels! fridge magnets from england, sweets from germany and fancy lingerie from paris from time to time

H - Happy (When they're at their happiest...)

when he’s on the pitch, feeling the air around and the ball at his feet. he loves his job and hopes it’ll last forever. he’s also happy when you’re around; you’re that extra push he needs to do his best. to him, nothing else matters except your happiness.

I - Independence (How much they rely on you...)

marco relies on you for the small things: emotionally support, good food and kisses. sometimes you don’t even have to speak, you’ve both been able to communicate without having to talk.

J - Jokes (The jokes they tell...)

his jokes are like a school child’s, childish humour that isco would expect his little boy to say. marco’s joke are either short and hilarious or long and boring. but everyone laughs nonetheless.

K - Kids (How they are around children...)

when he first met your nephew, you could’ve sworn you watched marco’s heart melt. those brown eyes couldn’t keep their eyes off him. he loves meeting children and can’t wait to have his own little’uns running circles around him.

L - Love (What they love most about you...)

he loves your body. marco’s a very handy person and just can’t stop himself from grabbing onto something just to bring you close to him, even if it’s your waist. he loves the feeling of your warm skin against his.

M - Mystery (How open/honest they are...)

marco is very honest with his emotions; he doesn’t like to bottle things in and doesnt minding sitting down to have a deep chat with you about anything that worries you or him.

N - Nicknames (What's they're nickname for you...)

‘princesa’ is marco’s favourite thing to call you. at first it was a joke, established after the first time he saw you on your period, but now, it’s grown on both of you.

O - Optional (Something random...)

one of things you and marco love to do together is karaoke. most of the time, it’s just to have an excuse to sing a great song terribly but you can’t help but smile like an idiot when marco sings a romantic ballad directed at you.

P - Presents (What they like to buy for you...)

marco loves to buy you presents! from the generic teddy bear to clothes you begged him not to get you because they were too expensive. he loves to see the smile grow on your face and if he could, marco would bottle the moment and save it forever.

Q - Quantity (How long until something takes place in your relationship...)

your first kiss happened on the third date. it was soft and light, filled with smiles and giggles. you moved in with each other after dating for a year. your first time together however, happened a long time after that but marco was willing to wait. he’d do anything for you.

R - Romance (How romantic are they...)

marco isn’t an intentional romantic. he does romantic things without actually putting much thought into it. he was always brought up to buy flowers, cook dinner, and throw compliments like it’s the norm.

S - Spark (How the spark stays alive in your relationship...)

one word. spontaneity. from late night drives so you can watch the sunrise to mini road trips. marco is unpredictable when it comes to date nights but you live for it.

T - Trust (How trusting they are...)

marco isn’t that trusting. in his career, he feels like he is constantly surrounded by ‘fake people’ so it took him a long time to become comfortable around you. he hasn’t told you his deepest secrets yet but it’s a start.

U - Upset (How they cheer you up...)

marco would grab the closest speaker and start dancing around. he’s knows his dancing is more comical than professional but he’ll do anything to put a smile on your face.

V - Victory (How they feel about you...)

he feels like he’s won the lottery. he adores every part of you and he’s here for the long term; through the bad times and the good. marco couldn’t imagine going through life without anyone else by his side.

W - Wind Up (What they do that annoys you...)

he forgets things. sometimes they’re important, and sometimes it’s not that bad, but it still bugs you none the less. marco would forget to do his share of chores and still be confused why the laundry basket. the spaniard has to be told by his teammates when it’s your anniversary to make sure he doesn’t lose his head.

X - xxx (How good are their kisses...)

marco likes to take one side of your face and tilt it so that you don’t headbutt each other. he likes to lightly bite onto your bottom lip before working his magic on your neck.

Y - Yummy (Can they cook...)

marco loves to cook for you! his mother taught him some of her most iconic meals for the moment he gets a girlfriend. now you can say you’re lucky enough to eat traditional asensio family food.

Z - Zzz (How the two of you like to sleep...)

marco lays on his back with your head resting on his chest. he has one hand making circles on your stomach and the other outstretched. however underneath the sheets, you feet are entangled together. at first glance, it’s a very conventional couple sleeping position. but you guys are anything but conventional.

[please let me know if you would like more of these with different footballers!]

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tchouameninga · 5 years ago

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so i was feeling a lil (read: very) depressed about marco’s injury and to cope, i decided to write a lil something,,,, it’s not my best work because it’s like an hour to midnight and i didn’t edit, but.... y’all can check it out if u want!!!!!!

#this is my first time 'promoting' my fic in tumblr pls forgive #im shyyYyyYYYyY #just kidding if u know me irl u know that i don't feel shyness #BUT ANYWAY #yes #marco asensio #my babeeeeey #also i tried writing a fic without lucas in it but i legit failed i love him too much #not my favorite player but definitely my favorite person

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spacegaysss · 6 years ago

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Evolve

Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

All these years I've been searching

Of who I'm supposed to be

All that time I've been wasting

It was right in front of me

Ella wakes up feeling like she hasn’t slept at all, but she still makes her way out of bed quickly. Somehow, she’s terrified that she might be late on this crucial day. It’s a bit silly, but she’s paranoid when it comes to being tardy to important events. So Ella hurries into the kitchen to prepare a quick breakfast and look for the biggest cup of coffee she can find.

Just as she’s about to take the first tentative sip of the life giving brew though, Ella gets interrupted by her phone ringing. Slipping and sliding to her bedroom quickly on her fuzzy socks – she cannot sleep without them, especially in winter- she plucks her phone from the nightstand to answer it.

“Hi, Ella, do you have a moment to talk?”, greets her boss from the other end of the line. “Uhm, sure, what’s up?”, Ella asks hesitantly, feeling a sense of dread coming over her. Did she do something wrong? Is she not going to the game after all?

“I’m not calling you at seven in the morning to reprimand you or anything, Ella, so don’t worry. But there’s been a – very minor- complication and I need your assistance. I’m sure you know about the dinner tonight after the game, yeah? It’s for UEFA’s new anti-discrimination campaign. Well, I actually planned on taking Paulina and Sebastian with me, I don’t think you’ve met him yet, he’s been a part of the team for over two years now. Well, he had to cancel at the very last minute, in fact, I just got off the phone with him. Sebastian fell while walking his dog earlier this morning - the streets are wickedly slippery- and he twisted his ankle quite badly. Now he’s at the ER and he probably won’t be able to walk for a while”, Mr. Wolf sounds erratic and his explanation is all over the place. This might be the first time Ella experiences her boss lose his calm and positive attitude since she first met him.

“So, why I’m calling: Ella, could you please accompany Paulina and me to the charity dinner tonight? I know it’s a lot to ask of you and that it’s only your second day, but there’s no need to feel overwhelmed right now, ok?” The dread that befell Ella when she picked up the phone comes back in full force. Mr. Wolf is still talking to her and tries to calm her and to tell her that the whole thing is going to be a cake walk, but she feels like she’s underwater and can’t hear or say anything at the moment.

“Ella, are you still there? Please tell me you didn’t spontaneously collapse or anything”, Mr. Wolf tries to joke and chuckles quietly, snapping her out of her stupor.

“Yes, yes of course I’m still here. What does going to the dinner even entail? Is there a dress code? What would we have to do there?”, Ella fires all of her questions at her boss in rapid fire succession.

“How about we talk about all of that when you come into the office. You should probably come in earlier if you can make it. I’m actually on my way out right now. Listen, there’s no need to panic, all right? It’s all going to be fine, I promise.” And with that, Mr. Wolf hangs up and leaves Ella in the eerie quiet of her bedroom.

It only takes a second for her to kick into overdrive though, hurriedly grabbing clothes from her closet, getting dressed and doing her makeup as fast as she can. She fills her coffee into a travel cup, grabs an apple and a banana from the fruit bowl – she’ll have to get an actual breakfast later- and storms out of the door.

Ella makes it to the office in record time and barges through Mr. Wolf’s door at exactly eight o’clock. He looks up from his computer when Ella makes her noisy entrance and motions for her to sit down on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Ella, I’m genuinely sorry to put you through so much stress this early in the morning, but my hands were tied. I needed to replace Sebastian and I know you can do it.” Well at least he believes in her because she’s not exactly confident that she can make it through this day and even worse: this night.

“Alright, let’s get to business. The dinner starts at nine, that’s why the game starts at six, by the way. There’s nothing to really do before that. You and Paulina are obviously going to be at the stadium anyway. It’s best if you prepare everything- your dress and whatnot- now, so that you can just go home, get ready and get to the Four Seasons straight after the game. At the dinner we’ll obviously have to coordinate the content that’s going to be released, which includes our social media channels as well as the press. Does that answer all your questions?”

“Sure, thank you. There’s a dress code, right? It needs to be formal?”, Ella inquires, just to be sure. “Yeah, but not too much, I guess. It’s a formal dinner, but try not to look like you’re walking the red carpet at the Oscar’s.” Mr. Wolf’s instructions are terribly vague but Ella doesn’t want to ask again and look like a moron. So she just makes sure yesterday’s plan hasn’t changed and goes to her office to prepare everything for the game.

About an hour later, Paulina almost flies through the door and towards their joined desks. “Ella! Mr. Wolf just told me you’re coming to the UEFA dinner! That’s amazing! We’re going to have so much fun!” She’s obviously a lot more ecstatic about the change of plans and Ella can’t help but to feel a little giddy herself. But there’s still one thing that needs to be done.

“Is there something urgent you need to get to right now, or do you have an hour to spare?”, Ella asks a little hesitantly. She doesn’t want to hold up her colleague from any important tasks, but she really needs her help.

“Not that I know of, I think we’re well prepared for tonight”, Paulina has a knowing smile on her lips when she answers her question. “Well, I’m glad to hear that, because I need to buy a dress like yesterday ”

About one and a half hours later, the girls are back from their shopping excursion. Ella bought a dress that’s hopefully appropriate for the occasion while still being fun and even found a pair of matching heels. Now they need to go downstairs to take a couple photos while the team prepares for tonight. After that, they’ll change into their jerseys - Ella still needs to go and try hers on- and make their way over to the Allianz Arena so that they can meet the professional photographers and talk things through.

The time just flies by and before Ella can work herself up too much, her and Paulina are in front of the stadium in their club issued puffer jackets and Adidas shoes- Ella didn’t even know that she needs to wear sponsored clothing to a game- and watch the team’s arrival. Everything is going smoothly. Paulina is filming the players leaving the bus and Ella is waiting in the catacombs with another camera. Fortunately, that’s all the filming and picture taking they have to do since there are professional photographers that cover the games.

After everyone’s passed by Ella, she is supposed to meet Paulina out on the pitch, but unfortunately no one told her where to go exactly. So she looks around and tries to find signs or maybe a plan of the stadium to figure out the way. Ella really doesn’t want to be in anyone’s way and she’s also pretty sure that she’s not supposed to walk through the player tunnel, right?

After 15 minutes of helplessly looking around, she just takes the first corridor that leads away from where she came and makes her way further into the catacombs. She walks for about ten minutes, but Ella has the feeling that she’s not really getting anywhere, so she takes a few turns.

After the third dead end she hits, Ella stops for a moment to take a deep breath. There’s no need to freak out now, she tells herself over and over until she’s not feeling like she’s going to start crying any second. After a minute of trying to calm herself like that, she walks back the way she came but takes a different turn this time.

Just as she walks around the corner, she bumps into someone. Well, actually it’s two someones. Ella hurries to apologize for not paying attention to where she was going, but when she sees who she just ran into, she freezes in shock.

In front of her are the captains of Real Madrid- one of her favorite teams- locked in a passionate embrace. Though as soon as they fully realize what’s going on- that they’ve so casually been found out- they take a hasty step apart.

Iker Casillas blinks at Ella a little owlishly while he tries to get his hair in order. Sergio Ramos- the destroyer of Casillas’ neat hairstyle- jumped back towards the other side of the hallway and is now talking in what sounds like rapid fire Spanish. Ella’s not sure if it’s directed at her or his captain.

Trying to make sense of the situation, Ella starts talking in English. They have to at least understand that, right? “I’m sorry I bumped into you, I should’ve been paying attention to where I was going.”

Casillas also seems to have snapped out of his paralyzed state, because he’s quick to answer her: “Don’t worry about it, we were… clearly in the way.” He actually smiles at her a little sheepishly. Ramos on the other hand doesn’t look like he’s calmed down.

Luckily, his captain seems to notice his agitation and puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder before he keeps talking. “What are you doing here anyway? There’s really nothing but kit rooms and a janitor’s closet down here.”

Oh right, Ella still needs to get to the pitch somehow. “I’m working for Bayern München’s PR department” she points to her badge “and was actually looking for the way out onto the pitch. It’s my first time down here and I… well, I got lost.”

Ramos chuckles at that, looking a little more relaxed. “We can show you the way out if you want.” Ella nods and thanks them. But there’s still a heavy tension in the air. Ella did just walk in on them making out after all.

Should she say something? Maybe that she’s completely fine with it and that she won’t tell anyone? Now that she thinks about it, the situation doesn’t really surprise her. Everyone knows that the two captains kiss before every game, Ella just didn’t know to what extent.

She has to giggle at her train of thought, it’s actually quite funny. Casillas looks at her questioningly while he leads them down the hall. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask for your name”, he says apologetically. “Don’t worry about it, it wasn’t the first thing on my mind either. I’m Ella. It’s nice to meet you.” Now that the situation seems somewhat resolved, she’s getting really giddy. She’s actually meeting the captains of one of her favorite teams!

“It’s nice to meet you too, Ella. I’m Iker, the idiot over there is Sergio. He talks a lot more, usually.” Ca- Iker is shaking her hand, ever the gentleman. When Sergio shows no intention to repeat the gesture, he punches him on the arm.

“Ow, that hurts”, pouts the center back, but he shakes Ella’s hand as well. Then he turns to Iker and puts a 100 watt smile on, which makes the captain roll his eyes. But he still can’t keep the smirk off his face. As the odd trio continues on its way outside, Ella tries to pay attention to where they’re going, she really doesn’t want to get lost a second time.

It actually just takes a few turns and in about three minutes, the three of them step out onto the pitch. Ella’s relieved to have finally made it and turns to thank her companions for showing her the way. But before she can do anything else, a bit of a flurry starts around her. Confused, Ella watches on as James, who must’ve already been out here warming up, is cheerily jumping into Sergio’s arms. Well, he did mention that he misses his old teammates.

Since Ella doesn’t want to disrupt their little reunion, she turns around and looks for Paulina. Her colleague is sitting on the bench and is furiously tapping away on a tablet. Ella sits down next to her to figure out if there’s anything they need to do before the game starts, but Paulina assures her that she’s got it so far. The photographers have already started taking pictures of the warm up and the two of them will just have to go through them later to upload a few to Twitter and Instagram.

It’s a weird feeling to be right next to the pitch while everyone is getting ready for the game, Ella thinks. The stadium looks even more huge in this perspective. Her and Paulina have just uploaded all the pictures to the official social media accounts when the bench next to them fills with more staff, the trainer team and the players who aren’t in the starting eleven. Ella didn’t even realize that it’s almost six already, but the game’s actually about to start.

Hey y’all! Finally some Madridistas, am I right? I just couldn’t help myself, I had to squeeze some Seriker in there ;) Well, I hope you all enoyed this chapter coz the next ones are gonna be dripping in drama and pining. Feedback is always appreciated!

#fc bayern münchen imagine #real madrid imagine #soccer imagine #football imagine #football fanfiction #soccer fanfiction #fanfiction #james rodriguez fanfiction #marco asensio fanfiction #james rodriguez imagine #marco asensio imagine #my writing

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footballerimaginess · 4 years ago

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A Huge Prompt List

Basically we all know I can’t resist a good prompt list, so when I saw @emwritesfootball doing this. I had to stop myself from doing it, I crumbled lol. So I am only blaming myself here and only me. This is a huge prompt list I know, so I will take my time getting through it. But I thought it was a bit of fun and I loved all the prompts. Credit to the very talented page @creativepromptsforwriting who created these lists. Request with the number as well as which list you are choosing from. I will write beside it who got which prompt. If you do any ideas for the prompt, let me know. Also if a prompt has been taken, I will see if I can do multiple players on that request for you. Enjoy reading through the huge list. x

Touching

touching foreheads Declan Rice

running fingers through hair Harry Winks/ Mason Mount

hiding face in neck Eric Dier

caressing the other’s hand Dominic Calvert Lewin

feeling their pulse Kepa

patting the other’s head Marco Asensio

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body Ben Godfrey/Dominic Calvert Lewin

listening to the other’s heartbeat Trent Alexander Arnold

spooning at night Kieran Tierney

laying their hand on the other’s neck Marco Asensio

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear Martin Odegaard

nudging the other one Mason Mount

putting an arm around the other’s waist Sergio Ramos

hugging each other Christian Pulisic

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up Dominic Calvert Lewin

squishing the other’s cheek Reiss Nelson

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury Jordan Henderson

kissing the other’s brow Reece James

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder Martin Odegaard

carrying the other one in their arms Roman Burki

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin Sergio Ramos

stroking the other’s arm soothingly Jadon Sancho

kissing the top of their head Mason Mount

pulling the other one towards them Dominic Calvert Lewin

feeling for each other in the dark James Maddison

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear Reece James

caressing the other’s back Ben Chilwell

tasting their smile Ben Chilwell

washing the other’s body Roman Burki

kissing their bruises and scars Trent Alexander Arnold

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest Dominic Calvert Lewin

stroking their leg Calum Chambers

leaning into the other’s side Jadon Sancho

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching Eric Dier

braiding the other’s hair Jadon Sancho

giving them a piggy-back ride Pierre Emilie Hojbjerg

sitting on the other’s lap Scott McTominay

feeling their temperature Ben Chilwell

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention Ruben Loftus Cheek

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support Jack Grealish

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Kisses

goodnight kisses Harry Winks

hand kisses Jack Grealish/ Pau Torres

smiling while kissing Ben Chilwell

lips barely touching Federico Bernardeschi

morning kisses Declan Rice

slow kisses Patrick Bamford

passionate kisses Mason Mount

kisses on the cheek Leighton Baines

first kisses Jadon Sancho

goodbye kisses Reiss Nelson

welcome home kisses Ousmane Dembele

kisses on the corner of their mouth James Maddison

frustrated kisses Virgil Van Dijk/ Joe Rodon

kissing each other breathless Dominic Calvert Lewin/Son Heung Min

soothing kisses Mason Mount

nose kisses Declan Rice/ John Stones

kisses as a promise Jesse Lingard

short pecks Ben Chilwell

forehead kisses Ollie Watkins

kisses on head Sergio Ramos

“we’ll face this together” kisses Marcus Rashford

kisses in the rain Son Heung Min/Leon Goretzka

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover Eric Dier

hard kisses

giggling while kissing Martin Odegaard

desperate kisses

neck kisses Mason Mount

hushed conversation in-between kisses Dominic Calvert Lewin

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks Eric Dier

small kisses Martin Odegaard

kissing it better Roman Burki

jaw kisses Pierre Emile Hojbjerg

wake-up kisses Emile Smith Rowe

kissing away tears Japhet Tanganga

public kisses Ben Chilwell

relieved kisses Callum Hudson Odoi

kisses for comfort Martin Odegaard

tummy kisses Jadon Sancho

kisses to shut them up Eric Dier

slowly kissing down the body John Stones

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger John Stones

sleepy kisses Virgil Van Dijk

angry kisses Pedro Neto

feather-light kisses Christian Pulisic

kisses with trembling lips

secret kisses Mason Mount/Dominic Calvert Lewin

kisses with their last dying breath

Hugs

friendly hugs James Maddison

hug around the waist Ansu Fati

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs Jack Grealish

side hugs Kai Havertz

hugging and gently holding the other’s head James Maddison

pulling someone into a hug Matty Cash

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck Callum Hudson Odoi

clinging to each other Marco Asensio

hugging while lying down together Jadon Sancho

group hugs Mason Mount

hugging with head on shoulder Sergio Ramos

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs Declan Rice

hugging from behind Mason Mount

bear hugs Harry Winks

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets Marco Asensio

cuddling Reiss Nelson

hugs and kisses Martin Odegaard

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference Tammy Abraham

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs Ben Godfrey

hugging while slow dancing Harry Winks

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner Mason Mount

long-lasting hugs Martin Odegaard

‘picking them up’ hugs Kylian Mbappe

hugging while grabbing butt Roman Burki/Ben Chilwell

cuddle pile

Hand Holding

tiny hands in big hands Eric Dier

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands Kieran Tierney

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding Eric Dier

platonic hand-holding Tyrone Mings

running their thumb over the other’s hand Jadon Sancho

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement Callum Hudson Odoi

holding hands across the table Ruben Loftus Cheek

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go Martin Odegaard

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd Matty Cash

possessive hand-holding Billy Gilmour

linking hands together during sex Jadon Sancho

grabbing hand to show them something Joe Rodon

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap John Stones

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers Ben Chilwell

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek Dominic Calvert Lewin

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something Tyrone Mings

holding hands under the table Ben Godfrey

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands Tammy Abraham

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding Harry Winks

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention Reece James

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go James Maddison

holding hands while driving Leon Goretzka

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them Sergio Ramos

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping Dominic Calvert Lewin

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out Eric Dier

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition Tom Davies

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it Emile Smith Rowe

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly Mason Mount

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together Tyrone Mings/ Martin Odegaard

Casual Affections

smiling at each other from across the room Dominic Calvert Lewin

randomly texting a gif or emoji

laying their hand on the other’s leg Ben Godfrey

kiss to the side of the head Mason Mount

squeezing the other’s shoulder

fixing the other’s clothes

guiding them with a hand on the small of their back Ben Godfrey/Mason Mount

embracing them from behind Memphis Depay

ruffling their hair

placing their chin on the other’s shoulder Dominic Calvert Lewin

calling them nicknames Jadon Sancho

winking at them Dominic Calvert Lewin

teasing each other good-naturedly Billy Gilmour

putting an arm around the other’s shoulder

washing the other's hair Jack Grealish

taking a photo of the smiling or in their element Tyrone Mings

looking in each other's eyes Dominic Calvert Lewin

putting a blanket on them Dominic Calvert Lewin

tugging at the other's clothes to keep them close

making them food they like Eric Dier

laughing at their jokes Tyrone Mings

placing a hand on the back of the other’s neck Mason Mount

brushing strands of hair away Loris Karius

patting their head Jadon Sancho

sharing an umbrella

bumping shoulders into each other John Stones

randomly face-timing just to hear their voice/see their face Jadon Sancho

pressing their foreheads together

nudging them to show they are right beside them

laying their head on the other’s shoulder Trent Alexander Arnold/ Dominic Calvert Lewin

#prompts

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barkleysbabe · 4 years ago

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Can you recommend any good blogs to follow? 😁

sorry it’s taken so long, anon! these are some of my faves! most of them are fans of a team that isn’t chelsea but they all seem really lovely and i love their content/opinions/writing! (sorry if i’ve missed anyone!! i love all my mutuals and people i follow. please let me know if we interact and i’ve missed you off!) 💛

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emwritesfootball · 4 years ago

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Treble Win | Benjamin Pavard

can you write one where you worked for Bayern and hanging out a lot with the players on their spare time. one day (on the Treble winning night), you drunk too much and accidentally had sex with Benjamin Pavard😍🥵

Normally, I hate writing people as staff members or anything (especially physios) but I couldn’t figure out what another good player-centric position was (and didn’t want to do any research oops) so I picked physio. Enjoy xx

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As one of the youngest members of the physio staff, it made sense that you got on well with the players. You made sure to never have any conflicting interests, though - when it was time to work, you were engrossed in your job; when you were off the clock, you were ‘one of the lads’. As someone who’d just turned 24 - and had celebrated their birthday with the guys after training one day - you were especially close with Serge, Leon, and Benjamin Pavard. The four of you seemed to always be inseparable both on and off the pitch, so when Bayern won the UEFA Champions League and effectively won a treble for the second time in the club’s history, it felt like you’d won, too.

You watched like a proud mother as each team member lifted the trophy and celebrated with it, smiling especially wide when Serge, Leon and Benjamin got their turns. Your boss let you know that there was going to be a celebration once the groundskeepers were able to convince everyone to leave the pitch and that you were naturally invited.

The post-win after party was unlike anything you’d ever experienced, as surreal as the win itself, if you had to describe it. All the hard work of the season had paid off and now the team was partying like they were making up for all the days they could have partied but hadn’t. The alcohol was flowing, but you’d stuck to your one-drink-an-hour-with-water limit, wanting to take it all in so you could look back on this moment with clarity.

Benjamin had been eyeing you all night, watching as you danced first with Serge and Leon, then the two together. He was working his way through his second beer, trying to find some confidence that only liquid courage could offer. Sure, he was just coming off a Treble win, but he still wasn’t quite sure how to make a move with you. You were the only person he wanted to celebrate with and he’d been trying to figure out if it was even a good idea to mix business and pleasure with you, but he’d come to know you well over the course of the season and he knew you were worth it.

You bounded over to the bar, a smile on your face as you ordered another drink. You looked in his direction and caught his eye, your smile widening as you made your way over to him. “Congrats on the win,” you said, taking a sip of your cold beer that was just what you needed after all the dancing you’d done.

“Thank you,” Benjamin replied with a nod and a small smile that had butterflies erupting in your stomach. “It still feels a bit surreal.”

“I bet. I can’t quite believe I landed this job here and for my first year to be the year we win the Treble? C’est fou.”

Benjamin’s ears perked up at your use of French. It wasn’t the best because you were still in the very early stages of learning the language, but he was still in awe nonetheless. “D’accord.”

Your stomach flipped at the French that easily rolled off his tongue. You knew it was his first language and you’d heard him speak it on occasion, but tonight was different. There was a charged energy in the air between you two and you wanted to find out how deep it ran. You swallowed hard, gathering up your courage. It was your third beer of the night but with all the water you’d been drinking in between, you were almost painfully sober and you wished you’d had a little bit of help from alcohol right about now. Your tongue peeked out to wet your bottom lip and you didn’t miss the way Benjamin’s eyes tracked the movement. You surveyed the crowd of players and staff, your gaze falling on Lucas and his wife Amelia - she was sitting in his lap, her arms around him; the two looking at each other with adoration and barely-concealed lust and something inside you snapped. “Do you ever regret not seriously dating someone after a big win like this?” You asked Benjamin, no longer worried about filtering your words.

Benjamin was stunned at your candor, but he saw his opening and he was determined to make his move. “Sometimes, but then I realize that in times like this, I can celebrate with whomever I feel like celebrating with in the moment without worrying about being beholden to someone else.”

“Oh, really?” You asked, a smirk creeping up on your lips as you turned to look at him. “Who would you be having a celebratory fuck with tonight if you could?” Your body was alight with sensations, your mind still not catching up with your mouth and you were hoping to God you wouldn’t regret this later.

He turned towards you, taking your chin in his hand as he leaned down to whisper, “I’m not sure you want to know the answer to that question.”

“I’m not a fragile doll, Pavard. Tell me.” You didn’t know where this confidence was coming from but you liked it and you could tell Benjamin did too.

“You.” His lips brushed across the outer shell of your ear as he spoke the word, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. All you could do was look up at him through your lashes, biting down on your bottom lip - a move Benjamin didn’t miss.

You slid a hand up his forearm, watching him react to your touch. It wasn’t the first time you’d touched him, obviously, but it was the first time you’d touched him with any intent that wasn’t friendly or for work. Things were about to change between the two of you and you were ready. “What do you say you come find me at the end of the night and if we’re both still feeling it - and we’re sober - we give in to whatever this is?”

“Comme tu veux.” The words were whispered in your ear once more, Benjamin brushing a light kiss across your cheek that left you gasping for air as he walked away and chatted with some of his teammates. As you wish.

***

Three hours later, you found yourself falling into bed with him. Both of you had had a few more drinks, but you couldn’t have been more sober or eager for this to happen. Benjamin pinned you against his front door the moment it closed behind you, his mouth on yours in a heated kiss that was long overdue. You met him kiss for kiss as your hands came up and tangled in his hair. The kiss held all the pent-up feelings both of you’d had during the season, some you didn’t even realize you had. Images of his body underneath your capable hands as you palpated his various muscles had you wet - you knew what his body felt like but now you’d get to explore in a new way and the feeling was overwhelming.

“Viens avec moi,” he rasped as he kissed your neck, pulling your body flush against his. Come with me. You moaned as you felt every inch of him pressed against you in all the best places, your panties surely soaked by now. Benjamin’s hands drifted down and cupped your ass greedily. “Jump.”

You did as he said, jumping and hooking your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom, both of you sharing goofy grins along the way. It was your turn to kiss his neck, nibbling on his earlobe as you enjoyed the sounds you elicited from him. Benjamin laid you on the bed, covering your body with his as he started to explore your body with his hands. “J'en ai rêvé,” he murmured as he bared your breasts, kissing the tops of each one before sucking each distended nipple in his mouth. I’ve had dreams about this.

“Moi aussi,” was all you were able to gasp, your back arching and your eyes shuttering closed at the pleasure. Me too. All the sensations went straight to your clit and you couldn’t help wondering just how good it would feel when Benjamin finally got his mouth on your pussy.

You didn’t have to wait long to find out, Benjamin’s skillful hands quickly ridding you of your jeans and panties, pressing kisses to the insides of your knees and up your inner thighs to tease before he finally got to your cunt. He lapped at your wetness, little hums of pleasure coming from him to mix with your needy mewls. It wasn’t long before your fingers were tangled in his hair, your legs locked around his face like a vise as you rode his face to an intense orgasm.

Before he could do it himself, you were freeing his cock, ready to reciprocate some of what you’d just received. Benjamin groaned at the sight of you going down on him, slobbering all over his quickly-hardening cock. When he’d had enough of your mouth, he grabbed you off him, reveling in the confused whine that left your lips before he had you on your back as he lined up his cock with the entrance to your pussy.

Your nails raked down his back, your body dripping in sweat but so overstimulated you knew a second orgasm was imminent. Your name was on his lips as he buried his face in the crook of your neck while he picked up the pace. “Fuck!” You exclaimed, your orgasm building. “Benjamin!”

When you came it was just as mind blowing as the first, the feeling of Benjamin’s cum coating your inner walls what sent you over the edge. Benjamin pulled out of you and laid next to you as you both caught your breath. You got up shortly after to clean yourself up, catching a glimpse of your freshly-sexed-and-satisfied reflection.

By the time you got back, Benjamin was ready for another round, taking you in a different position this time. The two of you spent the rest of the night and the next morning “celebrating”, not sure when you��d actually end up leaving the hotel room.

Forever Tags: @chilly-me-softly @savingprivatecass @inlovewithamess @footballdaydream @brewsterbabyy @bbychilly @jamesdanielmaddison @hmminnbirdd @sweetlikesugar9 @lawsandother @eastxfeden @words-for-marcus @eatsleepbreathefutbol @hoelymolywinksy @marco-asensios @kingkepaff @meteora-fc

#my writing: benjamin pavard #requests: benjamin pavard #october 2020 requests

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step-on-me-khun · 4 years ago

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Good day and before I request, I would like to thank you for following me back (it left me giddy for days) even though I'm on anon right now ehe. Anyways, may I request an x reader birthday scenario since my birthday is near aka February 14? I prefer not having anything too grand as a birthday celebration and here are the characters you can choose to write: Khun Marco Asensio, Young Jahad, Ja Wangnan, Baam, and Arie Inieta. Thank you and apologies in advance;;

Okay, I’ve had trouble starting this and thinking up ideas for it, but I hope you still like and enjoy

And you’re very welcome, I’m not sure who you are but that doesn’t really matter, I always try to follow people who like what I post a lot. Sorry if it's short.

SFW/NSFW

Warnings: None at all

Everyone in the group was either training or doing their own thing, which was both good and bad for you. A small amount of disappointment bubbled inside you as you slowly walked down the corridor to the lounge area, secretly hoping you were going to be surprised by one of them.

A tuft of brown caught your eye as you got closer and closer to where you wanted to go. It was either Baam or Endorsi. Your mood was boosted by just the one sighting of a person.

You were greeted by Baam soft eyes and face, his arms wrapping around you as you got to him.

"Happy birthday, (Y/N)," He happily says in your ear.

You smiled a little, "at least you remembered. Thank you, Baam,"

"They did remember, thy just wanted to train a little,"

"You don't need to explain their actions, Baam. They'll either see me later, or they won't,"

It was true though, he didn't really need to tell you anything. Just him being there was enough. But it did make you a little curious as to why he wasn't with them, training just as hard as he normally would. Why was you special right now? He was too nice and sweet for him to be an asshole like Khun or Hatz.

"What aren't you training with them?" You ask.

"I just didn't want you to be alone on today of all days," he replies, "I knew you wouldn't be doing anything like training and taking a day off from everything, I just wanted to make sure just one of us greeted you happily when you eventually came here,"

"Baam, you're too nice,"

He smiles and giggles at you. A sudden ping eminated from your pocket, your eyes darted to it, noticing it was from Inieta. What did he want?

"Hey, (Y/N)!" The message started, "happy birthday, you're getting a bit old now, haha, do you want to come over for a drink or something?" It was a rarity that he would contact you for anything, so this was a little weird, but it wasn't something that made you overly suspiscious.

"You planning on doing anything today?" Baam asks, sitting himself down on a chair, you follow and sit beside him.

"Not really, I'm just wanting a day that isn't too stressful and loud," you reply.

Your pocket pinged again, this time it was Marco, someone who you were previously close to, but grew slowly apart from.

"Happy birthday, sorry I couldn't be there to see you," it made you groan a little.

"Is everything okay?" Baam asks.

"Hmm? Yeah. I'm fine, just a little distracted. I got a message from Wangnan eariler." You reply.

"Did he say much?"

"No, not really. Which surprised me a bit, he normally sends me a paragraph. Maybe it's because we haven't seen him in a while."

It was nice, just being in a calm environment, having someone like Baam beside you, he was always nice and you couldn'y get tired of being around him.

It wasn't too stressful at all, the sun shining in through the window, the light reflecting onto the table in front of you.

Just the calmness of the room, the silence, it made you comfortable and warm. This was how you wanted it: no loud noises or annoying voices, just silence. It was nice to appreicate the little things, and it was the small things that were making your day.

#tower of god #twenty fifth baam #25th baam

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marcdurm · 4 years ago

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💕 APPRECIATION POST💕 Say something nice about your mutuals✨✨✨

There aren’t *that* many people I had the chance to get to know on a personal level but there are definitely many people I love seeing on my dash and always have a fangirl moment when I see a notification of them liking/reblogging my posts 🥺 and they are also people who really make me feel like they are making Tumblr a better place. I love seeing their writing, gif making, match commenting, meme posting and their spread of positive vibes. And then there are those who I've had the chance to talk to and always manage to say the nicest thing to me and make my day, even if it is just a simple good morning. To you all, I hope you have the best of luck and you always have a reason to have a smile on your face 🥺 Thank you all and just know you are all beautiful just the way you are ♥️ I love you all and thank you for blessing my dash with your existence ♥️🥰

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I have a bad memory especially with usernames (I mainly memorise you all by your icons 😭😂) so I definitely might have left someone out and I'm really sorry 🥺 If I left you out please know I love you too and I'll probably notice and add you later on 🥺♥️ you can also send me a “bitch wtf you left me out” and I will add you honestly, call me out I deserve it 😂😭

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patrice-bergerons · 7 years ago

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Prompt Response: 25.“I could kiss you right now!” Marco Asensio

As an up and coming football star who played for the biggest club in the world you knew things about famous footballers who played for other teams whether you wanted to or not. Marco knew for example that Dybala’s raw talent was hard to match (even if he wasn’t good enough to beat Real Madrid, but then again so few were when push comes to show) and that his family had a Persian cat when he was growing up that Dybala loved more than the rest of his family combined. (Buffon had told this to Iker when they were both pretty sloshed, who had then passed it on to Sergio and then it was only a matter of time before the entire dressing room knew.) Anyway point was news and random bits of knowledge travelled through NTs and friends of friends, and it was normal, to be expected.

Marco never thought that he’d come to know however that Dybala carried a hair pin on his person at all times, ‘for emergencies’ and that he kind of dug the angry red bird in the dark vibe Dybala was giving off as he muttered about stupid Spaniards in the tight space of the closet and worked on the door. (For the record, it was only natural that Marco would be intrigued and follow when he saw the starlet of the Argentinian national team ducking through a random door completely out of the blue and it was not his fault that the door locked shut when he ran right into Dybala. Sergio had forgotten to mention that the man also had a habit of wandering into supply closets before games.)

“Got it!” Dybala shouted in triumph as he gave the hairpin one more twist in the lock and the door cracked open. Marco breathed a sigh of relief. He was pretty sure people were already out looking for them with only forty minutes to go before the start of the friendly, but they’d make it. They’d be alright.

“Man, I could kiss you right now!” Marco said with a hand on Dybala’s shoulder before giving his words the appropriate amount of thought and winced at the implication of what he said. This was all Sergio’s influence really, Marco used to have much much more self-restraint before. But it was a thing people said, right, something they said casually and not just when they thought I kind of dig you in blue and white and the furrow of your brow and the dexterous working of your--

Dybala whipped his head around and fixed Marco with a deep, penetrating gaze (wrong choice of words Marco, damnit stop it at once already) and a cocked eyebrow for one moment. The Argentinian was totally onto him, worse he’d probably think Marco locked them in the closet on purpose --which again not Marco’s fault Dybala was the one who wandered in the closet in the first place-- and Marco would be ruined. He could already see the papers and his international career, his club--

“Yeah, alright. Meet me back here after the game.” Dybala sounded so casual one would think he was making plans to meet here and play Fifa with his mates after training.

Marco blinked to see if he heard Dybala right. His mouth possibly hung a little open.

“Fine.” Dybala rolled his eyes. “You just can’t wait can you? But just so that we are clear I’m doing this a favor to you and nothing else. And we gotta be quick because we’ll be skinned live, friendly or not if we are any later.”

With that he pushed Marco back into the closet, and man his hands felt good on Marco’s chest, and making sure to prop the door cracked open with a broom this time crushed their lips together.

This Marco most certainly did not know about the Argentinian.

#paulo dybala #marco asensio #tumblr drabbles #writing #my fic #you guys #i cant believe you made me write a hal rm drabble #tsk tsk tsk

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lxndonorris · 4 years ago

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a little teasing never killed nobody - Marco Asensio

Y/N x Marco Asensio Theme: Smutish Teasing Marco in front of his friends word count: 1000+

Being in a relationship with Marco was the best thing that ever happened to you. Everything was just perfect, him being so charming and caring that it was easy for you to just be yourself. Of course, you had a few fights over little things and after two years of being together, both of you liked the taste of sweet revenge. After your fights or just situations you felt wronged, you would teach the other a lesson, nothing too serious, just for the fun of it.

Last night, you were lying in bed with him and he was teasing you, more and more until you really wanted him, however, he then got a call from a friend, asking him to play video games and he jumped off the bed and left you alone with your horny thoughts. At that moment, you made a plan, to teach him to not leave you like this.

Today he invited two of his friends over, to play Fifa with them, Lucas and Borja. You decided to eat together, and then they would play their game. But now, you want to tease him a little, just so much that he knows how you felt last night. The doorbell rings and Marco rushes to let them in, you’re standing in the kitchen having a look at the self-made pizza already in the oven. You can hear them shouting, laughing, and jumping around in the hallway around the corner, talking very fast making you smile but roll your eyes as well. They would always act like little kids when they were together. Cute, but sometimes a little exhausting.

You say hello to Borja and Lucas, hugging them tightly. “I will be back in a minute, just wanted to change into something else.” You say and leave for your bedroom, putting on a white tank top and black shorts, exactly playing in your favors. Marco always loves seeing you like this, and the others wouldn’t mind at all.

“Damn, Y/N. You look really nice.” Borja says and Marco nudges him with his elbow. “Eyy.” He says rubbing his shoulder, but Marco just looks at you raising an eyebrow. You just smile proudly and walk up to the oven, bending down to have a look inside. Smirking, you can feel Marco’s eyes glued on you, your plan already working perfectly fine.

“Boys, the pizza is done.” You say and get the pizza out of the oven, a vegetarian pizza with basil, tomatoes, feta cheese, onions, and one red paprika. As you’re cutting it into little slices, they set the table and take place leaving the spot in front of Marco for you. They start clapping when you put the pizza down in the middle of your dinner table, and all of them take a slice.

“It really looks delicious,” Lucas says, stuffing his mouth with pizza. You take a bite, trying not to moan out loud as the taste of tomatoes and feta cheese cover your tongue. “Thank Marco for that, he made it.” He smiles widely, fists bumps with them. Now it’s time for your little game. You carefully stretch your leg towards Marco, hidden beneath the table until you touch his with your toes.

He looks at you, trying to figure out what you’re up to when you start going upwards, higher and higher to his thigh, tenderly but sensual while still eating pizza. You can see him only focusing on you as he is slowly figuring out what you're doing. “Marco,” Lucas says making him flinch and hit his knee against the table.

Marco groans and starts rubbing his knee, you taking another bite of the delicious pizza. “What are you doing?” Lucas says confused. Borja raises an eyebrow and his gaze shifts between you and Marco, tension building up slowly until Marco shakes his head slowly. “Nothing, what’s up?” He says calmly, but you can feel he’s fuming inside.

“I need that recipe, okay?” Lucas says, moaning softly as he takes another bite. Marco nods, looking back at you raising his eyebrow but you make sure to put your best Pokerface on.

After you’re done eating and cleaning the dishes, Lucas and Borja already set up the game as you’re still standing in the kitchen, checking your phone when Marco comes closer and whispers into your ear. “Can I talk to you outside.” His eyes glowing, and his whole body tensed. “Sure.” You shrug and he takes your hand, leading you on to the balcony.

He walks up to the railing and as soon as you close the door, he turns around. “I know what you’re doing.” He says in a serious tone. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try to act as innocent as possible, looking at him with your best puppy dog eyes but he sees right through it. “You won’t get me, not tonight.” He stares into your eyes, trying so hard to convince you.

You take a step closer and put a hand on his chest. “I’m not trying to do anything.” He starts smirking mischievously. “Sure, but I’m not gonna fall for it.” You lean into to kiss him, but only brush his lips with yours, standing still for a few seconds. He breathes heavily, expecting your kiss but you back away. “We will see.”

You turn around and get back inside without looking back. Marco walks inside a few seconds later, and you watch him sit down in the middle of the others, already playing against each other. Again, they start shouting and play fighting against each other, just Marco sits there, lost in his thoughts. You walk up behind him, putting your arms on his shoulders.

“You seem so tensed, let me help you.” He protests, but you start massaging him, his shoulders to his neck. You know he really likes it when you do that, him leaning back against the sofa and closing his eyes. “I see you like it.” You say spotting the bulge forming in his shorts. He abruptly opens his eyes and grabs the bowl of crisps from the table and puts it on his lap, trying to hide what’s growing in his pants.

You lean in again, putting your hands on his shoulders. He flinches and starts eating chips nervously. “Excuse me.” You whisper into his ear, your hands slowly sliding down his chest, to the bowl of crisps. He opens his mouth to say something but a sigh is the only thing coming out of it. You take one and eat it. “So good.” You moan into his ear, as Marco closes his eyes again.

“Fuck.” He mutters to himself and jumps off the sofa, nearly knocking over the bowl. He hurries out of the room. Borja stops the game and they both turn to you. “I assume he deserved this?” Lucas says, looking at you smiling. You sit down and take the bowl. “Yep.” They start laughing and resume the game while you eat crisps triumphantly.

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