#yassine bounou fanfic

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Size Difference (Yassine Bounou x reader) *smut

Description: You grow sick of Yassine holding himself back.

warnings: smut idk

“Please, Yassine!” you moan as he keeps up his usual routine. He’s halfway in and shallowly thrusting into you. You’re clenching around him, ready to cum already even if he hasn't bottomed out nor has it been a very long time.

“You’re fucked out and I only have half of it in, you’re not gonna be able to take it all sweetness. I don't wanna hurt you.” he says through his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. He feels you pulsing around him and he’s doing everything he can to stave off his orgasm. The hand cradling the back of your head combs through the hair and tugs and you cry out. His other hand massages your clit in tight circles and you see stars with the nth orgasm of the night. You both break your kiss to moan out as you cum together. You’re both breathing heavily, hands wandering all over each other's bodies, blissed out, eyes fluttering to a close as the exhaustion hits both of you.

Admittedly, you’re still frustrated. He’s always the most attentive lover he can be, making sure that you’re almost completely fucked out before he even thinks about his own pleasure. He’s always mindful of his strength and size with you. The idea of causing you any sort of pain made him sick to the stomach so in his eyes, being gentle was the way forward. He had you thoroughly overstimulated every time he made love to you so it was much easier to hold back what he wanted to do to you. It was a lot easier to stop halfway when you were gushing around him quickly with just his fingers. Even when the images he conjured up of you taking him in his entirety ate away at his patience.

Being tall generally meant nothing to him aside from a means of making his job a little bit easier but when you came into the picture, he saw things very differently. He remembers the moment of awakening vividly. The two of you were laying down to go to sleep together for the first time. His first night over and he was extremely excited. The pair of you are attached by the hip already but he’d take any excuse to get closer to you with open arms. And there you were, back against his bare chest, you’re swimming in a shirt he lent you: the first sign. You’re all cuddled up, comfortably enveloped in his strong arms. He runs a hand up and down your body, you hum in delight at the additional warmth. His hand pauses at your thigh as the realisation settles properly this time. He squeezes your thigh as he processes it. Are you tiny or is he huge? His arm returns around your body and he buries his face in the crook of your neck as he revels in it:  the feeling of your frame completely encased in his own. You’re just as affected, you’re already drowning in his embrace and the fact that he can’t stop trying to get closer has you biting your lip and rubbing your thighs together to relieve the tingling. What has this man done to me?

His hands are currently gripping your hips tightly as he pushes in and out of you. Your head is buried in the pillow, hands turning white from you gripping the bed sheets. You don’t know how long it’s been but you’re grateful that he’s taking the reins here, you have no energy left. As he finally comes to his high, a hand leaves your hip and combs through your hair, tugging on it so your back is against his chest. The other hand leaves your hip to wrap around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly and you release a broken moan at the feeling. The hand in your hair slides down your body to pinch your nipple and continues its journey towards your clit which he rubs quickly, slapping it to send a blissful shockwave through you. You can’t help but try to wriggle out of his grip and away from the pleasure.

“Yassine, it’s too much!” you cry out, your hand squeezing his forearm as he chuckles darkly, pressing your clit so hard that you’re seeing white. The way you clench onto him unexpectedly sets him off into one of the most mind-numbing orgasms he has ever experienced. Spending two weeks away to you hasn’t been kind to him and he just can’t help but let go. You’re hardly in the state to hold yourself up either so when he involuntarily loosens his grip, you fall back onto the soft mattress, sighing out as you decide to let him enjoy the moment. While trying to catch your breath, you realise that he’s still recovering and you regain some energy with your new idea. He’s still inside you, hardened once again and you readjust your legs. You bite your lip with a smile that he can’t see, take a deep breath in and push yourself back onto him.

You can feel absolutely everything and he’s now nestled so deep that you can feel him rearranging your guts already. Every vein and ridge feels so much more prominent and he’s properly pressing against your spot now; it's intoxicating, it's too much. He has you filled to the brim for the first time and just like he said: you can’t take it. It's so overwhelming, your legs are shaking, your eyes are rolling back and you’re seeing stars in a way you never have before. Your orgasm is earth-shattering. You expected to be done pretty quickly but he hadn’t even had time to react before you tightened and squirted all over him, moaning and crying out loudly in relief. Nothing could have prepared you for just how good it was going to be but you were so glad it happened.

He gasps and hisses at the feeling, hands immediately going to grab your ass in a weak attempt to stop you but it's too late, you’ve already gushed around him and all while he’s now recovered from his previous haze. His cock is still hard and he’s only now able to process what has happened. He looks down at where you are both now completely connected and releases a groan that causes you to clench around him again. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he quickly ruts into you, growling at the feeling of you fluttering around his entire cock for the first time. He can’t think anymore. No more holding back. You twist your hand back to push at his stomach as you seek to slow him down; the pleasure becomes too much. He lets out a breathy laugh at your feeble attempt and grabs both of your wrists in one of his giant hands, using this as leverage to thrust even harder into you. If you wanted to feel all of him, you were going to feel all of him properly.

He flips you onto your back, hands on the backs of your knees to keep you spread for him.

“Oh my baby girl thinks she’s so smart, huh? Think you can take it all?” he mocks, his forehead pressed up against yours so you can feel his warm breath on your face as he pants. The tears in your eyes continue to flow as you’re still trying to come back from the release you just had. The heavy fullness only serves to stimulate you further but you have no means of moving away from it now.

“That’s perfectly fine with me, sweetness. I thought I was being so nice but my greedy little girl doesn’t want that, does she?” He captures your lips in a searing kiss that makes you even more dizzy and has your mind racing. Yassine is overjoyed by the debauched image in front of him. He had imagined situations like this with you more times than he could count but the imagination was nothing in comparison to the real thing. You were so warm and soft and silky and he wonders how he held off from shoving inside you completely this whole time.

“Oh I’ll give it to you now, sweetness. You’re gonna take it all.” He pulls out almost entirely and you begin to whine but it's cut short when he drives his hips to slam back inside you completely. You cry out at the stretch and fullness and he revels in the feeling of not holding back. He sets a brutal pace to the point where the bed frame creaks and groans, headboard banging against the wall as he acts out his desires. Every once in a while he would pull out completely and rub his cock over your folds, pressing the head against your clit before slamming inside again. His pace is unrelenting as he harshly pounds into you and you drag your nails down his back, loud moans reduced to squeaks of delight. Your senses are taken over by the way he feels against your skin, his scent, his appearance, just everything. All you can see, smell, feel and hear is him and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s rough but you still feel his love shine through: his eyes haven’t left your face for a moment, frantically looking for any signs of discomfort; any indication of wanting to stop. He’s met with none of that so much as pure bliss and excitement.

“Such a good girl, aren’t ya? So tiny but you’re still so desperate for all of me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamed of this, gorgeous. Didn’t think you could take it but look at you? So good for me, baby I love you so much.” He coos, hands leaving the backs of your thighs to cup your face as he gives you a passionate kiss and you can just feel the love he has for you. When you part, you look into each other’s eyes to see the same swirling pools of lust and love. One hand snakes down to where you meet and his thumb presses against your swollen, puffy bud. His mouth feverishly laps and sucks at your neck; leaving dark, splotchy bruises in his wake. You’re already so sensitive that one slip of his thumb sends you spiralling into another mind-blowing high that leaves you completely limp by the end. Your legs, that were tightly wrapped around his waist, are now flailed out on the duvet as he collapses onto you and opts to grind into you. He isn’t lasting much longer and is desperate to be surrounded by your softness and warmth. You’re really able to feel him properly like this and you moan softly in delight. He breathes out heavily as one final thrust sends him crashing down to his own high. Your hands move to card through his hair and glide down the soft skin of his back as you both calm down your breathing, heartbeats pounding against each other and dopey smiles plastered onto your faces.

Once he regains some sense, he lifts himself up onto his arms so he can see your face. Concern washes over his features as he notices that you’re barely even awake. He knows you’re exhausted but he has to make sure you’re okay so he shakes you lightly until he sees your eyes open up again, confusion apparent on your face.

“Sweetheart, are you feeling okay? That was a lot and I didn’t even prepare you!” he says, thumb stroking your cheek.

“You’ve been teasing me for months with that. I was very well prepared, actually!” you sneer and he rolls his eyes. He falls back into your chest and your hands return to massaging his scalp and rubbing his shoulders. 

“You’re so good to me.” he says, a love-drunk haze glossing over his eyes as he looks up at you.

“You’re one to talk! We spend a couple of weeks away from each other and you manage to bring the whole souvenir shop back home!”

“Don’t give me ideas!” you both laugh for a while but the silence takes over eventually. It's comfortable and you’re both still blissed out from the events upon his return. You feel a slight rumble against your chest and look down to see Yassine fast asleep and you smile softly. All of a sudden, exhaustion hits you too and you pull the covers over the pair of you, pressing another kiss to the top of his head and he tightens his grip around your body, nuzzling further into your chest as he revels in the joys of his return. 

Happy valentines day, lovelies. This is a shorter one but i hope u enjoy anyway xxx

[chaiiitime]

Bunking

Bunking with Yassine in his childhood bedroom is not easy when he is a 6'4 giant

“Are you sure you’ll be ok in this room?”

“Yes Ummi, we’ll be fine here.” Yassine reassured his mom as she hovered worriedly in the doorway to his childhood bedroom.

Yassine actually didn’t mind sleeping in his old room. He couldn’t remember the last time he had slept here because it had sort of become the norm for him to sleep in the bigger guest room whenever he visited his parents. His visits however rarely coincided with those of his brother’s from Montreal and given how his brother and his wife had a newborn, it only made sense for them to take the bigger room and for Yassine and his wife to take the smaller bedroom that he had once shared with his brother growing up.

“Hola kids, ça va?” His dad popped his head into the bedroom. Oh great, his dad was a talker and Yassine knew the man would talk their ears off if he didn’t get both of his parents out of the room in the next few moments.

After what felt like an eternity and a hundred reassurances that they were okay with the sleeping arrangements, he finally closed the door behind his parents. Yassine was eager to get into bed with his wife.

He was tired but in the satisfying way that came from a day well-spent. This trip had been kind of an impromptu one to see his brother after so long. He was glad they got to relive some of their childhood memories together. They’d spent the day kicking the ball in the streets, they'd had a Zaazaa in a small mahlaba in the neighbourhood and just like the old days, their mom had scolded them for ruining their appetite before dinner. He hadn’t even minded when Youssef, in typical older brother fashion, had recounted the embarrassing stories from his childhood because Yassine had retaliated with stories of his own.

“What are you doing?” He asked his wife, confused. The room had two single beds, one that had been his brother’s and the other his. And his wife was getting into the one that had been his brother’s.

She looked at him as if the answer was obvious “Well, I’m going to bed.”

“Yeah, but we never sleep apart.”

She lifted her eyebrows at him. “You want us to sleep in the same bed?” She asked pointing at the one that was his. Yassine spread his hands out as if to say duh, obviously and she burst out laughing.

“Yass, you on your own will hardly fit in that bed, much less the two of us.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he said as he transferred her pillow to his bed, “we both will fit perfectly in it.”

He laid down on the bed, scooting backwards toward the wall and patted the spot next to him expectantly. She sighed and shook her head at him as she laid down next to next him. She would have promptly fallen off if Yassine hadn’t held on to her.

She poked him in the chest. “Well, scoot back a bit more, no?”

Yassine snaked his arm under her head in an attempt to pull both of them further backwards but ended up pulling her hair.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry, sorry”

After a lot of wiggling around and a few elbows to each of their guts, they managed to fit on the bed. She was finally settling down when Yassine moved again.

“Now what?!” She asked, exasperated.

He lifted up unto his elbow and, grabbing his t- shirt by the neck, he removed it and flung it on the other bed. He then gathered her against his bare chest and laid back down.

“Now it’s perfect,” he said as he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Yeah, his feet were hanging off the bed and it was kind of stuffy but he had never felt more content. His eyes roamed over his faded Ariel Ortega poster on the wall and the few trophies from his junior career that his mom had left on the shelves and it hit him just how far he had come.

“What are you thinking about?” She asked as she took in the content smile on his face.

“Nothing," he said, raking his hand through his hair before tucking it behind his head, "just thinking that 14-year old Yassine would never believe that one day his wildest dreams would come true.”

“And what was it that the young Yassine Bounou used to dream about?” Her hand traced slow circles over his heartbeat.

He tangled his fingers in the soft strands of her hair. She always smelled of peaches and brown sugar and her scent always comforted him and turned him on in equal measure.

“I used to lay in bed every night and dream of being a footballer." He was almost embarrassed to talk about how idealistic he had been back then. "It was all I ever wanted, but at that time, it had felt like the most impossible thing.”

“Everyone used to tell me I would be better off focusing on my studies, that being a footballer was just a silly little dream every boy has at one point in their life.”

She watched him reminisce about those early days and if young Yassine was anything like the Yassine of today, she knew people’s dismissal of his dreams would have lit the fire in him even more. She imagined him, all lanky limbs and floppy hair, ready to prove people wrong.

“I remember the day I told my dad I wanted to seriously pursue football. He didn’t understand why I wanted to do it, but then when he realised I actually had the talent, he became my biggest fan and did everything he could to make sure I succeeded.”

“He believed in you because you believed in yourself” she strained up to place a kiss on his jaw.

Yassine turned towards her fully, his hand slipping down to her waist. “You know what else young Yassine used to dream about?”

He had the cheekiest of smiles on his face, making that unique dimple on his right cheek stand out. she rolled her eyes at him because she knew he was going to say something ridiculous.

“He used to dream about kissing the girl of his dreams in his bed”

“And who was this girl of your dreams?” she asked.

“You see, young Yassine wasn’t too picky.” He smirked, “sometimes it was Jennifer Aniston. Other times, it was Nancy Ajram.”

“Oh yeah?”

He chuckled as she attempted to pinch him but the man didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.

He brought his face closer to hers, his warm breath fanning over her face, their lips almost touching.

“But this Yassine has his dream girl right here.”

Then he was cradling her face, bridging the space between them.

Their lips met and just like the first time, she felt the butterflies dancing in her belly. His lips were soft against hers, the stubble he rarely let grow beyond a five o’clock shadow tickling her face. His kisses were drugging, breath-stealing. With a moan, she hitched her leg up over his hips, his hand settling on her thigh to hold her impossibly closer to him.

Their bodies were so closely pressed together in that tiny bed, every curve of hers moulding against the lines of his body. Yassine wanted to sink into her warmth, envelope himself in her softness. He shifted her onto her back, intending to move on top of her.

For one brief moment, it felt like they remained suspended in the air before both of them tumbled down to the ground. He had forgotten this was not the king-sized bed they had at home and had complete misjudged the space available on the bed to seduce his wife.

They both looked at each other incredulously. Yassine saw her lips twitch and then she was laughing uncontrollably. So much for him trying to be sexy.

“I must say, Mr. Bounou, you do know how to keep our sex life spicy.” Her eyes danced with mirth.

He moved his hips against her and waggled his eyebrows “if you must know, this move is straight out of the Kama sutra. Only the most adventurous of people try it out.”

This sent her into another fit of laughter.

“Shh -“ Yassine softly pressed his hand over her mouth, “you’ll wake up the whole house. And trust me, you don’t want to explain to them how we ended on the floor.”

“Well, get off me then.” As it turned out, it wasn’t exactly easy to get up. They were both tangled in the bedsheets and it was no less like an Olympic sport to detangle themselves.

“Are you sleeping in the other bed then?” Yassine felt magnanimous for asking it.

She looked at him as if he was crazy and tilted her head towards the bed. His bed. “Get in.”

She laid down next to him, and turning her back to him, she placed his arm over her waist, lacing her fingers through his. His body curved around hers, her soft edges fitting perfectly against the hard planes of his body, his breath rustling the hair at her temple.

Their heart rate gradually slowed down. It was the perfect way to fall sleep.

[lfcslut]

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.

[bonobonbon]

2:38 AM . . .

The bed dipped one the other side, waking you up as Yassine finally arrived to bed. A sigh of relief left you as you rolled around to face him.

Yassine initially froze. From your position, you can see his broad back holding breath.

"You're back." You whispered.

Yassine looked over his shoulder, sheepishness filled his features as he slid into the covers, looking regretful. "Sorry if I woke you up, habibti. Just... been intense training." His voice fell into a whisper as the two of you huddled closer.

His hand reached out, a silent invitation for you to wriggle your way into his chest. Without hesitation, you moved in. Curling yourself into his chest, you let out another breath as warmth embraced you. With his leg thrown over yours, arms tucked into his chest, his arms around you, tucking you closer if possible.

He whispered to you about his day. You giggled, having woken up wide awake now. Before long, an hour passed and you both felt drowsy. Still in your positions, you both fell asleep. However, not before you caught onto his soft snores before you. With a small smile on your lips, the safety and security engulfing you, you fell asleep to Yassine's soft snores.

[yourstory-teller]

clingy bono fluff is a must

Hey bb, thank u for requesting, this was really fun to write. Hope you like it xx

Warnings: None, this is very sweet and cheesy and I love this man so much, I can not.

I wrote this in the first hours of the day and English is not my first language, so pls forgive me if there are any errors ♡

In your arms

"Babe, please." You made yet another measly attempt to move, only to find out for, at least, the hundredth time, that there was no way you could get out of there. You heard a mumbling rumble coming from behind you, muffled, probably by the pillow case.

The arm around your middle made no move to let you go, instead you felt it pulling you impossibly closer, one long, heavy leg not so gently thrown over your hip.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips and you considered just succumbing to the circumstances and letting yourself go back to sleep for as long as you were allowed to. Unfortunately for you, and presumably for the person currently wrapped around your body as well, you had some sense of responsibility.

So, after a few seconds of arduous internal debate, you tried to tilt your head back as far as you could, eyes only catching a big mess of thick black locks. "Yassine, my love, I really need to get up."

"No." He said, simply, now moving to bury his face in your hair. "You know I'd love to be in bed with you all day long, but I got things to do." You sighed, finally finding space between your boyfriend's strong arms, to turn over until you were lying face to face.

The closeness was such that you could feel his warm breath mingling with your own. It felt like getting up was becoming a progressively more difficult of a challenge.

"I'm sure they can wait a bit" He lifted one of his huge, long-fingered hands to tenderly caress your cheek, eventually moving down a bit to slide his thumb over your lower lip. "Come on, baby, stay here with me a little longer, huh?"

Now, how could you not stay? Just for a little longer. It wouldn't be just a little, of course, but he knew, and you couldn't deny that, not so deep inside, you really couldn't care any less. You loved him, and it was really a gift how absolutely adored he could make you feel, at every moment of every day. 

Yassine had always been rather sly towards you, even when you were just friends, always attached to the hip, and it only intensified when the two of you started your romantic relationship. His love language was definitely physical touch, and you enjoyed every part of it.

"It's been a hell of a day, princess, I really need your cuddles." Or "It's so cold, the covers are just not doing it" or even "It just doesn't feel quite right when I'm not holding you."

Sometimes, when he had a particularly tough season with training and had to be away for a rather long time, you almost felt like an actual part of you had gone missing.

So, no matter how late it got, or how tired you were, you always made an effort to stay awake until he arrived, and when he finally did, the big, bright smile, accompanied by that little dimple on his left cheek, made it all so much more than worth it. You'd open your arms to receive him in your embrace, head on your chest or in the crook of your neck as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. As a response, he would always snuggle up to you and whisper little pledges of love until the two of you were deeply out of it.

He was especially clingy during free days. Most of the time was spent by the two of you with cuddling on the couch while watching some new movie you found on the catalog, or going out with your friends. Eventually, though, you did have some work to do. After all, it was very rare for you two to be able to take a recess at the same time.

You would be sitting at the large table placed in the living room, notebook open in front of you, a few sheets strewn across the surface, along with an abnormally large cup of coffee, completely focused on whatever you were working on at that moment, when he would appear.

First, he would be walking back and forth inside the house, sometimes going into the kitchen to get a glass of water, or sitting on the sofa to go through all the channels for a few minutes, not really watching anything.

Then he would start making little comments, clearly not wanting to disturb you, but still needing to know that you at least had noticed him. Maybe something about the weather, or how the team seems to be doing worse and worse with each practice. Usually you would respond with a few short comments on the topic, just enough to let him know that you heard.

Not long after, the discreet but always very fluttering compliments would come.

It could range from talking about his admiration for your vigor with your work, to how you look even more beautiful when you're focused. You would then look at him and be greeted with, you could swear, the biggest, most cruelly irresistible puppy eyes in the entire universe.

"You haven't kissed me today" He said, a rather childish pout plastered to his lips.

You giggled under your breath, but got up anyway, and walked over to the too big of a baby that your boyfriend was, intending to return to your previous task soon as possible. You then rested your hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles there flex under your touch, and leaned in slightly to bring your mouth to his in a chaste kiss.

By the time your lips met, however, Yassine was grabbing your hips and pressing you so hard against him, you could feel his heart beating fast against your own. Needless to say, you were instantly smitten, melting like butter in his arms, the writings saved to the computer screen, long forgotten.

After that, you would end up spending what was left of the day doing little activities together, just because you couldn't stand the feeling of being so unproductive.

Cooking was usually the solution. Together in the relatively spacious kitchen, looking for some quick and easy dessert recipe, which somehow always resulted in a huge unexplained mess. You put whatever calorie bomb you'd made this time in the oven, or in the fridge, and while you waited, yassine would pull you close, once again, hugging you from behind, his chin resting on top of your head.

And for the next few minutes, the two of you would just stand there, holding each other, slightly rocking from side to side, talking and laughing like two idiots in love. Because that's exactly what you were.

[footballandfics]

Beautiful moment

you are pregnant, on your last month but you weren't due until two weeks from now.

you and your husband yassine are so excited, you have been married for three years and last year you finally decided to take this step in your life.

today he has a match, very important one, it decided if his team could advance to the champion league next season or not.

you wanted to be there and support him however, neither you or yassine wanted to take any risks with your pregnancy so you are just going to support him from home.

you have been on your own since the morning feeling uncomfortable as always since your belly grown but today it was way too much.

you called your mom to tell her to come to your house feeling afraid that you'll be due on your own and then not knowing what to do since this is your first born.

while you're waiting for her to arrive, still in the morning and your husband traveling to the next city for his game, you don't want for your boy to arrive to the world without his day being close and present.

when your mother get to the house it felt impossible to move , walking became harder and harder, you open the door and she helps you immediately to sit down and relax.

"i'm feeling like today is the day" you tell her and holding her hand, she looks at you worried and feeling your stress.

"it's okay it might be a moment and it'll pass" you shake your head, "it's been two hour i don't think it's just a passing moment, mom can you bring the back right next to my bed just in case".

"what about yassine? do you want me to call him?" she asks you and caresses you forehead.

"no it might be just a false alarm like you said and he has a important game i don't want him to miss it" you think about it, you might not be in labor so you don't want him to be stressed or miss the game.

your mother comes after putting the bag in her car and helps you to get up and you feel everything ten times worse and stronger.

after half an hour you do get to the hospital, they rush to the room doing what they're suppose to do and it looks like you are in labor, getting you ready, you don't know how much time has passed but you feel getting closer and closer to meet your little child.

your family are here waiting outside the room, only your mom next to you holding your hand trying to ease you pain a little bit while reminding you to take a breath every now and then.

"that's it, few pushes and the baby is out" the doctor tells you and five minutes later you do hear his cries and feel a bit of relief that this is over, you wished yassine was with you but it's okay it turned that way, you were two weeks earlier than expected.

holding your baby for a bit before the nurse takes him away, he was so beautiful like an angel, so tiny and with tears in your eyes you kiss him and give him back to the nurse.

moving you to a different room so you could relax and sleep after long hours in pain, you do sleep for a bit but you get woken up when you feel someone kissing your forehead and cheeks.

"hey beautiful" you open your eyes to see yassine looking at you smiling a bit, you hug him "hey handsome".

"how are you feeling?" he's caressing your face and kisses you softly.

"better, did you see him?" you ask him about your son.

"no i wanted to see you first, why didn't call me?" he sits next to you on the bed after you moved a bit for him .

"you have a big game and i wasn't sure today is the day, how the game went?" you remembered the game .

"we won" you hug him again, he deserve only the best and playing in the champion league is something every player dream.

your mother enters and the nurse follows behind with your baby, "somebody wants to say hi" she hands him to you, both of you and his father fall in love with him.

"he's so beautiful" yassine says while looking at him unbelieving that he finally meeting his son.

"do you want to hold him?"

"absolutely" you hand him to yassine carefully and look at them both, falling in love for your husband over again, seeing him kiss your child as softly as possible and he can't move his eyes away.

"i'm sorry i wasn't here at time, i can't believe i messed this and he looks just like you" yassine says to both of you.

"it's okay there's a life of time ahead of us to see" you reassure your husband, kissing his arm that holds your son and he kisses your forehead.

"thank you for the best moment of my life".

[greedyhoneyz]

Dancing In The Moonlight

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: yassine bounou x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: two lovers dancing under the moonlight.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none. lots of fluff.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･authors notes: this took me a while to write. was supposed to be released on valentine's day but i had writer's block.

Shoulder to shoulder, Yassine and (name) stood, engrossed, amongst the crowd of people gathered in the city square.

It was dark, past nine, and cold. The night air hung tucked under the dove-grey sky, the city floor lit dimly under street lights as music coloured the square.

Yassine grasped (name’s) hand tightly and held her upright, as she shivered, her knees threatening to buckle.

With chattering teeth, Yassine fought off the night air and burrowed himself into the collar of his light jacket. From the corner of his eyes, he glanced at (name), whose eyes were open wide, and her mouth was slightly ajar.

From between her lashes, she watched the pianist strum his fingers against the keys of his piano. His eyes were tightly pressed together, his nostrils flared and his jaw set as he shook his head furiously.

And though the man jerked with such furry and passion, the melody he strung was grand, clean and soothing. It was compelling, swooning, and entrancing as others from the crowd began decorating themselves around the pianist and swaying.

There was a sense of communal harmony and glee. The brisk, night air was clear, and the stars above glimmered as the crowd stood lulled, a smile falling onto (name’s) lips.

Her gaze flickered between the couples and individuals fluttering across the square floor. She cradled her bouquet tightly to her chest and curled herself into Yassine. Her cheek pressed against his chest as his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

The couple stood in peace, engulfed in each other’s warmth, watching as the town square glittered and swayed in tune to the ballad strung so graciously.

Yassine peered down at (name), her soft gaze hung on the scenery before her, and gently blew from between his lips, hovering his head above hers.

The bridge of his nose softly feathered against the top of her head, a waft of her honeyed scent slithered into his nostrils as his cold breath whistled into the night air. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Casting a look at Yassine, (name) grinned and hummed. She swayed her head from left to right and fluttered her eyes shut. “Yes….”

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly with the ballad before (name) paused, her eyes peeling open. “Are you having fun?”

Yassine thought for a moment, his eyes scanning over to the pianist, then to the crowd circling him, and then to (name) as she stared with eyes brimming with awe and tenderness. “Yes, I am.”

A wave of silence hung over the couple as they watched before (name) felt a tingle in her toes. She bounced on her two feet, shifting her flowers from her chest to her left hand and called Yassine.

“Yassine,” she began softly, tilting her head. “….I want to dance.”

“Go ahead, I’ll hold your stuff,” Yassine murmured distantly, sidetracked by the glitter residue shimmering between the locks of her hair.

(name) She shook her head frantically and quickly clasped Yassine’s hand into her own, intertwining their fingers.

“No,” she protested, drawing her eyebrows together. “I want to dance with you.”

Surprised, his eyebrows raised, Yassine fell into a light chuckle, pointing his finger at himself. “With me?”

“Yeah,” (name) hummed, seemingly pleased with her boyfriend’s light-hearted demeanour. She leaned forward, balancing on the soles of her heels and shakily hovered above his shoulder, pressing her forehead against the bridge of his nose as she whispered. “With you.”

A wide beam pulled on Yassine’s face as he gazed down upon (name). His chocolate brown orbs filled with tenderness watching her nostrils flare in elation, and her legs tremble whilst she balanced herself in the air.

He took a slow step forward and carefully led (name) towards the centre of the square. He held her hand tightly, his thumb gently brushing the back of her hand as (name) tottered behind him.

The clicks that sounded from (name’s) heels beating against the pebbled floor were muted beneath the melody colouring the square.

Reaching the centre of the city square, Yassine halted. He turned to (name), a beam gracing his handsome features and slowly raised his arm to her waist. He hooked his arm around her and pulled her in, bumping their chests together. “Okay–”

“Wait!” spluttered (name), tearing herself away from Yassine. She dropped his hand, jeering herself from him and waddled towards a young girl observing the couple closely. Standing beside her mother, the young girl gawked at (name) with eyes wide with astonishment. She held her hands solidly to her chest as (name) carefully approached her.

Holding out her bouquet, (name) spoke warmly to the child, her mouth curved into a smile. “Could you hold this for me?”

“M-Me?” The young girl stuttered. She speared a glance at her mother, doubt clouding her features. Giving a half-lipped smile, her mother nodded, easing the fret painted across the girl’s tiny face. She took the bouquet from (name), carefully swaddling her arms around it and cushioned it tightly against her chest. “O-Okay….sure.”

Making her way back to Yassine, (name) firmly grabbed his arm and snaked it around her waist. She pulled into him, settling her hands on his shoulders and began to sway, Yassine following in motion.

“That was nice.” He affirmed softly, dragging his feet from side to side. He bored his eyes into hers and watched her pupils flare and then contract.

“Thanks,” (name) droned, fluttering her eyes shut for a moment. She angled her head slightly to the side and pillowed her check against his chest, and again, the waft of her honeyed scent filled Yassine’s nose before she pulled back.

The moon in her dappled beauty spun and glistened under the dove-grey sky, in perfect synchrony with (name) and Yassine, and the piece.

Sliding her right foot back and his left foot forward, they slid across the cobblestone floor. Dipping forward and retreating back in grand circles. His fingers tightened on her ribs as his left foot came forward again, surprising her foot and chasing it back.

He pulled her hips close to his, their heads face to face. His lips threatening to strike hers with a mere brush before she jerked her head away, flustered.

Yassine smirked, amused by (name’s) bashfulness and thrusted her, catching her by surprise. She spun out, twirling beguilingly as the skirt of her dress flapped and swung in the frigid air. Before he reeled her back in, tugging her back towards him, back into his strong arms.

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Wedding Day (Yassine Bounou x reader)

Request: hello , can you do a bono yassin x reader there morroco wedding please pretty

warnings: none

“You don’t think she’s having second thoughts, do you?” 

“Yassine, she's like 5 minutes off schedule. It’s tradition for brides to be like 3 hours late, I’m sure everything is on track.”

“But she said she’d get an early start to stop that from happening!”

“5 minutes, man. I promise you, she’ll be through those doors any moment now!”

The man calms down at least a little with the reassurance. He should really have a little more faith. It’s baffling to everyone how he doesn’t realise you’re just as attached to him as he is to you. 

Only in the dressing room not too far away, you’re having your own breakdown.

“Dear lord, we're running late!”

“Babe, it’s only five minutes and we’ve just got the jewellery to put on!”

“But I promised Yassine!”

“He’s a reasonable guy! He’ll have to know that things like this always run over a bit! I promise you that he’s gonna be just fine. Now let's get this jewellery on before he does get any ideas.” you slap your friend on the arm for that. Just when you were about to calm down the idea of him giving up and feeling betrayed. 

By the time you’re done, you take a second to look over yourself. The dress was everything you could have dreamed of and more. You and Yassine were not the superstitious types so you did have his help while choosing and the one you came to was just perfection. You couldn’t have been happier. You felt beautiful and confident and excited and… oh god. What if HE was having second thoughts. All of this and for it to come crashing down at the hall. How humiliating would that be?! You leave your train of thought when you hear your phone ring. Your heart only starts to pound faster at the name on the screen. With a shaky hand, you accept the call. Thankfully, he’s the first to speak. 

“Is everything okay, love?” you calm down a little bit at the drawl of his voice, but the fear still lingers. Would he break it to you now or later?

“Yeah, just making sure everything is okay. I know it's only been 10 minutes but I was getting a bit worried…” he takes a pause to catch his breath and you furrow your eyebrows as you can hear the slight panting.

“Yeah it's just the jewellery was a bit of a pain. I’ll be down in a few minutes, my love. Everything okay over there? You sound out of breath?”

“Yeah… you know just pacing a bit- OH GOD I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVE YO-”

“YASSINE YOU IDIOT I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL HER I SWEAR TO GOD GIVE IT- sorry he’s just stressed, I don’t know what's gotten into him.” You could always count on Yousef to have your back but in all honesty, it was nice to hear his voice. He was still there and he was waiting. For you, no less. 

You hope and pray that the first gasps you hear are of amazement and not horror as you finally make your entrance.

You’ve practised walking around in the dress and shoes more times than you can count but you suddenly feel so heavy. It’s like your feet are glued to the ground. Suddenly the heels feel too high and the puffy dress feels like a burlap sack as you begin to overthink it all. All while continuing to walk, mind you. Your eyes are glued to Yassine, waiting for him to turn around but you can just feel all the other pairs of eyes on you. You squeeze your father’s hand for some much needed relief as you try to process the moment. So many eyes. The mumbling quietens into silence and Yassine finally turns his head to look at you. The star-struck look is the confidence boost you need as you make your way to sit with him. He takes your hand in his and gives it a comforting squeeze as he seeks to calm your nerves. He can see it in your eyes. He feels bad for asking at a time like this but some of his own concerns still linger. So as the Imam makes his way over, he asks.

“You’re not having any second thoughts, are you?” you see his own fears mirror yours.

“Not even for a second…” you bring the hand you’re holding to your lips for a soft kiss.

“Are you?” he shakes his head vigorously. No, he’d been waiting too long for this.

As the Imam begins the procession, you glance over at where your family are sitting. It was a big step. Your parents' little girl marrying a man that, much to their dismay, had won over the hearts of the whole family, including them. You were absolutely confident that it was the best day of your life. You were ready to tie the knot and spend the rest of your life with one of your favourite people on the planet. You couldn’t ask for more. He made you the happiest girl in the world, this step was a very obvious one.

Now that your hand is in his, he’s feeling a lot less nervous. He loved you with every atom in his body. He was beyond excited for this next step. 

“You look like an angel by the way” he whispers before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. As you turn to make eye contact with him, you can immediately feel your face heating up. God, if you could engrain the softness in his eyes whenever he looked at you in your mind forever, you would. He didn’t even need to say anything because his eyes did it for him. That was all you needed. 

When the procession is finally over and the marriage is made official, he tries to keep things chaste by pressing a small kiss to your lips. In the midst of your hug, Your family joins you, one by one, to congratulate you. Yassine also receives his fair share of hugs because as much as your parents didn’t want to say it, he’d won them over tenfold. If there was anyone they were going to trust their girl with, it was most definitely him. 

He knew that you were dreading the photo-taking the most so he does his very best to make it more bearable for you. He whispers jokes that no one else can hear. The hand on your waist moves oh-so-subtly to tickle you. You try to hold off the laughter for as long as you can but only one joke later, you have to hide your face in the crook of his neck as the giggles bubble over. You hold onto his shoulder for some support and you can feel his laughter as well. It’s a moment that the photographer makes sure to capture, with frantic direction from your parents. It was so clear that the pair of you were a match made in heaven that it felt almost shambolic that you hadn’t wedded sooner. 

As time ticked on and everyone was well settled, he notices you starting to get tired. After a quick glance at your drooping eyes, he kisses your hand before letting go of it to grab a glass of water and some of the buffet food for you. Immediately you’re surrounded by your friends and cousins and the excited chatter does do something to wake you up a little.

“Oh my god, mom said that you were in love but this is something else! Do you SEE the way that man looks at you!” you jolt awake as she shakes you by the shoulders.

“I mean, we are married…” you remind with a smile. She shakes her head vigorously and you tilt yours in confusion.

“No no no this isn’t any old marriage, you two are the definition of soulmates.” you hum in agreement because honestly she’s right. Never in your life had someone made you feel as special as Yassine did. Every touch, every glance your way, every word spoken to and about you was dripping with the sweetest, purest love imaginable. It was enough to make your heart burst. Even with a schedule like his and yours, he still managed to love you in a way you were almost certain no one else could. He was it for you. He made you happy beyond your wildest dreams. Marriage was simply another step to solidify that.

“Where did he go anyway”

“Oh he just went to grab some water, I think…” you trail off, gesturing to where he was with a nod of your head and they all turn around to look. Indeed, there he was with a cup of water in one hand and a plate of all sorts of finger foods ready for you. He’s just talking with a couple of his teammates who are having a very similar conversation.

“I knew you were a sap but this is pretty impressive, man.” Hakim teases, nudging his shoulder slightly. Yassine simply smiles, looking over to where you’re laughing with your friends. Everything about you was so ethereal to him. Your mere presence just made him happy. He loved seeing you, talking to you, holding you, just everything. The idea of spending the rest of his life with anyone else made him feel sick. It was you. Always you. He had been certain of that for much longer than you would ever know. 

He’s completely zoned out of the conversation Hakim and Romain are having, probably teasing each other again as per usual. The second he sees you glance over at him, he doesn’t even bother to bid the men farewell before making his way over to you. Before the girls disperse, they give their congratulations to Yassine and send sly winks towards you as they return to their seats. You sneer at them and Yassine turns around. Only by then they’ve all quickly turned to talk to each other.

“What was that all about?”

“Oh nothing, we were just discussing how obsessed with me you are.”

He shrugs nonchalantly. As if he didn’t make that abundantly clear every time he so much as took a glance at you.

“I picked out what I thought you would like so you can at least try and get through the rest of the night.” he nudges and you flick his arm before grabbing the cup of water. You’re eager to gulp it down except your nose ring is very much in the way. Of course, your now husband is to it before you and carefully lifts the heavy jewellery up and away from the mouth so that you can drink in peace. The sigh of relief you let out is enough to put a smile on his face, happy that he was able to make you more comfortable. He continues to hold it up as you pick away at the snacks and canapes he brought from the buffet. When you’ve had your fill, you gently pull his hand away and grab one of the snacks, holding it up to his mouth to feed him. He obliges, hugging you to his side as he slowly eats it. Once again, your parents are frantically pushing the photographer to capture the moment because the look in your eyes was unmistakable. Just as he adored you, you were infatuated by him in equal amounts. 

You grow more lively when you see your friends make their way to the dance floor and other guests following suit. He’s already dragging you by the hand so you can join in on the fun. You’re weary at first but you have to admit, you haven’t had fun like that in a long time. None of you are prima ballerinas by any means but you haven’t ever laughed like that. You can’t stop the giggles as everyone clumsily moves to the beat of the music. You’re gripping onto yassine’s shoulders as he spins you around excitedly, squeezing your eyes shut and savouring the sound of his laughter. 

Eventually, everyone grows tired and very hungry again as everyone once again takes their seats as the main courses make their way to the tables. Only the best as per Yassine’s instructions. You rest your head on his shoulder when you take your seats with your family - which of course included Yassine’s beloved teammates - looking around at everyone. There was a part of you that still couldn’t believe it. You were really married to this funny, kind, smart, overall loveable oaf. He was really yours. You turn your head to look up at him and he looks down at you, running a thumb over your cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He interlinks your hand with his and gives it a squeeze just to ground you again. A smile makes its way onto your face as you soak in the atmosphere. 

“Nearly over.” he whispers and your smile widens.

“It’s gonna be a pretty long night though, isn’t it?” you tease and he smirks.

“Already anticipating? You must be excited.” he remarks and you feel your face heat up. You had been waiting for this night for ages. Dreaming of what he’d be like. He had a gentle personality and a soft gaze but there was an intensity there too. You wondered whether he would be soft and sensual as expected or if there was another side to him. 

“Attention everyone!” None other than Dari calls out, clinking his glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention. 

“Oh boy…” Yassine whispers and you chuckle.

“I just wanted to congratulate the happy couple and say a few words. Yassine is a huge idiot…” which immediately gets some chuckles out of the guests, as well as immature snickering from the team. What a way to end the dinner.

The outside area is decorated to perfection. Fairy Lights strung around the foliage and the sky sprinkled with the stars and moon. Yassine held your body close, slipping small, sweet kisses onto your lips at every given opportunity as you swayed softly to the music. It was the perfect way to end a picture-perfect night. In your lover’s strong arms and under a clear night sky.

“This still doesn’t feel real, you know?” he admits and you hum in agreement.

“It feels like only yesterday when you were pestering me about gem cuts.” you joke and he gently pinches your side.

“It was a perfectly valid question, thank you very much!” you both laugh and it settles down into a comforting silence once more.

“God, they’re so adorable! How has this not happened sooner?!” Hakim wonders. The rest of the boys mutter, agreeing with him.

“Marriage looks good on him.” Romain adds with a smile. Yassine had spent many nights on call with the captain, seeking out his advice and reassuring words. To say the least, it was a big relief for everyone that it was finally done. He had been planning this for far too long.

“Has he added the ring to his bio yet?” 

“He’s had it there since the engagement. Although I think that pinned photo says enough." They all laugh. Yassine was weary of sharing his private life but he was beyond excited and couldn’t help but share that one little memory with the world. To just have his moment to show off. You were his. All his! And he was well and truly yours. 

He was so ready to start this next adventure with you. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you. Now as your proud husband.

im so sorry its been so long lmao but here it is!!!

[chaiiitime]

Late night

A historic win, late night swims and a rewarding way to end the night

Warning: 18+

Yassine was still flying high.

He could still hear the roar of the crowd echoing in his head as if he was back in the stadium. Fuck, they’d done it. They’d won. 3 - 0, on penalties no less. They’d beat Spain to make it to the quarter finals.

That penalty shootout had been the most exhilarating moment of his life. Those few moments before the other player kicked the ball always felt endless to him, and then the ball would be coming at him so fast that making any decisions on which way to go had to be almost instinctive. He thrived under the pressure of making the save, of being able to change the direction he intended to go at the very last moment. For him, penalties were the ultimate mind game. He had the playbook down pat - stay calm, stay loose, smile. Make them question what he knew that they didn’t.

People didn’t realise just how much a penalty shootout took out of him. All his senses had to be attuned to the ball. Even now, hours later, the adrenaline was still coursing through his blood, making him feel like he was ready to crawl out of his skin. It was already past one in the morning and he couldn’t sleep, which was why he found himself on his way to the hotel’s rooftop pool.

He stepped out in the cooling desert air. It was blissfully quiet this far up. There was a lone figure in the pool, slender arms gracefully cutting through the water. Yassine watched almost hypnotised as the figure came up for air at the end of the pool, close to where he was standing. Dark hair slicked back, water beading on golden brown skin. She was wearing a modest one-piece bathing suit, but on her, it looked downright sinful.

Their gazes held briefly before she turned around and plunged right back in the water. Yassine realised he was ogling. He quickly discarded his shirt and jumped in. The water was warm, the chlorine burning a grass burn on his knee. He stretched out, relishing the aches and pains in his body as he started a leisurely lap.

He came up for air at the same time as her. They looked at each other, each tracking the droplets running down the other’s body. Without saying anything, they turned around and started a lap in unison, their movements almost synchronised.

Yassine smiled to himself when he realised she was trying to outpace him. Of course, her competitive spirit would not let this be a relaxing swim at night. He knew she must be furious that he was so easily keeping up with her. A few laps later, they both came up for air. She was completely winded, gasping as she tried to catch her breath. She narrowed her eyes at him when she realised he was barely breathing harder. He was a professional athlete after all, he thought smugly. He turned around, leaning back against the ledge of the pool to better look at her.

“I can think of a better way we can both use up our excess energy. I promise, we’ll both end up winners in this game.” He said with a smirk.

“Promises, promises Mr. Bounou.” She moved a bit closer to him, their legs almost touching under the water. “How about you actually show me what you can do?”

Before Yassine could react, she splashed him and scampered out of the pool with a teasing smile. Yassine stayed where he was for a moment, admiring her form. Damn, he was a lucky man. He caught up with her just as she was stepping into the lift. Yassine was tempted to walk her into a corner and kiss her senseless. Unfortunately he realised that it wouldn’t exactly be a good look for him to be caught kissing his wife on a security camera in a hotel being paid for by the Moroccan football association during the most important World Cup of his career. Instead, they each stood in a corner across from each other. Her, coy and modestly wrapped in the hotel’s bathrobe, him, increasingly hard in his wet swim trunks.

The lift had barely stopped on their floor that they were making a mad dash for their room. Yassine was glad they didn’t come across anyone from the team because it would have been a bit awkward trying to explain away their appearances and he knew the boys would have teased him mercilessly about his current situation.

They were on each other as soon as the door closed behind them. Urgent hands seeking, lips clashing between desperate kisses. “Shower,” she said between kisses. “We need to shower first.”

Not breaking their kiss, Yassine picked her up and hurriedly carried her to the bathroom, depositing her just inside the shower stall. He pushed her bathrobe off her shoulders and pulled down her bathing suit, dropping hot kisses on the skin he exposed. The wet fabric bunched up around her waist, making it difficult for him to completely remove it. Fuck this shit, he thought as he gripped the bathing suit and ripped it along the side seams. He couldn’t help smirking at the sound of her shocked laughter.

“You owe me a new bathing suit”

“I’ll get you a hundred of them if I need to” he said as he dropped the ruined bathing suit outside of the shower and kicked off his own trunks. He grabbed her around the waist and brought them under the warm spray. He kissed her like his life depended on it, his tongue licking into her mouth, duelling with hers.

She tipped her her head back, letting him have his way with her as her own hands roamed free. She traced his Adonis belt, her fingertips roving over the grooves on his abdomen to reach his nipples. She teasingly swiped the blunt tip of her nails on them, relishing the groan from him. His hand came up to grip her chin, tipping her head further back and exposing her neck. He trailed kissed down her throat to the valley between her breasts. He blew warm air on her already puckered nipples, his hands coming up to palm the weight of her breasts. Then he was there, the heat of his mouth engulfing her, the rough scrape of his tongue against her sensitive tip as he alternated between sucking on each tit.

She moaned, breathy gasps escaping from her lips. She tangled her hand in his hair, not knowing if she intended to bring him even closer or push him away because the pleasure felt so intense. She couldn’t wait to have him inside of her. She could feel how hard he was against her hips. She reached down between their bodies to cup him, her thumb running along the side of the pulsing vein of his cock. He twitched in her grip as he straightened up.

“You little tease” he said in a pained voice. He hitched one of her legs up around his hips, opening her up to him. He slid two of his fingers into her mouth, encouraging her to swirl her tongue around them. Yassine knew she had a thing for his hands. There was something about his hands, especially when he had his fingers taped up for training or a game. She loved seeing his beautiful large hands on her body. She loved watching the veins on the back of his hand bulging as he touched her or got himself off.

His pupils were blown wide open as he removed his fingers from her mouth to touch her down there. He parted her soft folds, his fingers scissoring into her as he tried to get her ready for him. She didn’t think she could take another minute of foreplay. “Oh my god, Yassine. I’m ready! Please, please just fuck me already!”

Desire flashed hot through him, tightening his features. He backed her into the wall and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her up with his forearms. It always gave her secret thrill when her husband picked her up like this. God knows she wasn’t exactly lightweight but when he had her like this, he made her feel all delicate and petite and she was reminded of his strength. Then she lost all coherent thought as he lined himself up with her entrance and slowly pushed in.

Yassine felt like he’d and gone to heaven. They’ve done this a hundred times before but each time felt like a revelation. Her heat engulfed him, her walls gripping him as his thrusts became deeper, longer. He tried to keep his pace steady, tried to make it last longer. A litany of curse words in Arabic and Spanish escaped him between kisses. He snaked his hand between their bodies, his thumb circling her clit. She tightened impossibly around him, and on a broken cry, she buried her face in his neck as she started to crest her peak.

Yassine hitched her legs even higher on his hips, the new angle allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside of her, prolonging her orgasm. She threw her head back, unable to keep her screams quiet. Her nails pierced the skin of his back, definitely leaving marks that would raise questions in the locker room. Yassine’s movement became erratic, his hips working faster as he chased his own release. She could hear the sound of flesh slapping together over the running water.

Yassine came on a silent scream. It was quite a glorious sight. Head thrown back, his thick hair slicked back, his beautiful neck exposed with his Adam’s apple bobbing furiously. She couldn’t resist scraping her teeth against it before leaving a kiss in the divot at the base of his throat.

Yassine slowly retreated from her body. They watched in fascination as his cum seeped out of her body before being washed away. Any other time, he would have worked his cum back into her, but today he was too tired. Suddenly he couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He was finally coming down from his adrenaline high and the crash afterwards was always bad. They gently washed each other and got out, falling into bed, naked skin against naked skin.

It was the best way he could think of to end what was undoubtedly the best day of his career.

[adonis-makes-bad-decisions]

Ok so uh some citizens of the Ao3 nation have asked for sub Bono and top Livi, and I have delivered, also please don’t examine this too closely lmao

[bonobonbon]

Masterlist

Yassine BOUNOU (Bono)

fanfics

to be added ...

imagines

2:38 AM

[yourstory-teller]

♠︎ Presentation Post ♠︎

Hello 👋 I am new on this platform, and have been thinking about maybe posting some stories here. I've never posted any of my writings before, so I'm a little insecure.

First of all, I love football, and that's my current most prominent obsession, so my stories will be about players, at least for now. I always found it a bit disappointing that there weren't that many blogs who posted stories about football players, so I decided to become one myself!

Besides, I sometimes really struggle with writer's block, so I'd really appreciate it if you sent me requests!

At this moment, I'm willing to write about:

Yassine Bounou

Achraf Hakimi

Lionel Messi

Neymar Jr.

Richarlison

Lucas Paquetá

Emiliano Martinez

Pablo Gavi

Yuri Alberto

This list may change later.

I can write basically any kind of stories, just send in your request and I'll see what I can do! No need to be shy ❤

[footballandfics]

Could you do yassine as your husband hcs?

Thank you for the request ❤️

Marrying Yassine means you've won in life

He's the sweetest person you ever known

You're lucky for dating and bagging him as a husband

You had a magnificent morrocan wedding.

The clothes- everyone was 10/10

The food

The music

The morrocan traditions

Everything was amazing 10000/10.

Not to be biased that this is your wedding

But

That was one of the best weddings you were part of

And you're so lucky it's your wedding

Your honeymoon was amazing

You traveled to a different countries in Europe since you married in the summer

End the honeymoon in morroco

Then went went back to your home in

spain

Having yassine as husband is so different than him as fiance/boyfriend.

You didn't live together before marriage

So that's a new experience

You had stayed together before but living seeing each other everyday is what's new.

He wakes up earlier than you

A morning person

The moment he wakes up with a smile on his face

Can't relate

He's such a sweet and mature person.

Always calm

No matter what.

Would wake you up with soft kisses on your face

When he have time in the morning

He'll make breakfast

If not

He'll make dinner or buy on his way home

Helps you around the house as much as he can

Always sleeping with his arms around you

When he doesn't have to go somewhere in the morning

He looks at you when you're asleep

Not in creepy way

He wants to save those moments for when he's away.

Very protective of you .

Did you see his saves

He likes to go out to a walk with you

You love those walks , very peaceful and both of you talk about how your day went

Discovering the area

Finding some seat up on the hill

You call it your place .

Both of you sit there a lot

You go to most of his games

He always know where you are seated and smiles towards you.

Your married life is filled with a lot of silence

Which is not a bad thing

Not a lot of people can sit together comfortably in silence

Both of you do

Reading a book or watching movie while enjoying each other's company

He helps around the house as much as he can

Visiting a lot of restaurants .

Going back to the ones you like.

Until you found your restaurant that you'll be regulars there.

Music is something both of you enjoy

Who doesn'tlol

But you have a very different tastes

Which is cool thing you learn new music

Just like he teaches you new different words

You don't know Spanish he knows

You don't know French he knows

You don't know Arabic he knows

Intelligent king.

He celebrates most of random stuff.

One time he bought you gifts for your first date anniversary.

The other time for the first time he saw you anniversary

Would take you on a random dates .

One time to the restaurant you had your first date in.

He's always calm.

Won't get angry ever.

Even if he's mad over something, he talks to you about it and calmly.

Doesn't bring negative emotions from the outside into your home.

Doesn't allow anyone to intervene in your relationship.

He's not just protective of your safety

But also of your feelings

He can't forgive himself if you're hurt in anyway because of him.

Likes to look at you while you put your makeup on .

He thinks it's satisfying.

One he tried to put it for you but he felt the pressure wanting to do well so he sticks to watching.

He asked you to shave his beard once so you felt what he said .

It was a big pressure, his eyes on you while you carefully shave him.

His hands around your waist.

Scared you'll hurt him

Feeling fifty different things at the same time so you but it was fun.

You like to kiss him while he smiles.

You like iced coffee at anytime any weather so he bring it to you in the morning and keeps it in the refrigerator for when you wake up.

If you like hot coffee he do the same he just keep it in the microwave.

Your marriage life is amazing, always feeling loved and understood.

Tour home would always be your safe place because of yassine.

[greedyhoneyz]

The Girl In The Life Magazine

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pairing: yassine bounou x reader

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: falling in love with the girl in the life magazine

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･cw: fluff.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･authors notes: a very short imagine. this song was heavily inspired by this boyz ii men song, i literally wrote this narrative around the song lyrics. enjoy!

He fell in love with the girl in the picture. He carried her around in the back of his pocket, she was always with him.

He imagined he was a man of importance and she had a fancy for him. She’d call him at night, crying her eyes out, pleading for his attention

She had an obsession with him. He was the love of her life and she was all his.

The first time they met, in the aisle at the market. She stared at him, her genial smile and amorous glance warmed him.

He knew right then and there, they’d shared something special, a chemistry.

He fell in love from the moment he saw her and took her straight home.

At home, he dreamed of her. They would spend the whole evening together, wrapped up in each other's arms, enamored with each other before she had to leave, back to her picture. She cried and cried, and fought to hold him one last time before she finally disappeared.

His friends used to laugh— claim he was certifiably mad. His lovesick fantasies, unfeasible to the mind. Till the day she came, and blew them away.

It seemed she went and fell in with his letters. The letters he wrote declaring his love and affection, cradled in her arms as her glad stare seeped deep into his soul.

And so the story ends well, they end up together.

Him and the girl in The Life magazine.

[footballerimaginess]

February recs

I didn’t complete all 28, but I got close enough so that’s good. The aim was to find new writers and support them by reblogs because it’s great to share the love. I decided to do a new monthly post as it is easier for me.  1. Soft glow Pablo Gavi -  written by @gavisuntiedboot 2. Instagram File Pablo Gavi - written by @loohs-world 3. Ben Chilwell - written by @canirove 4. Hate - Kylian Mbappe - written by @applejuicefruit 5. Richarlison Headcannon - written by @i-care-4u 6. you are in love Christian Pulisic - written by @julianalvarez9 7. Faith in love Hakim Ziyech - written by @el-ly-sha-give-no-f  8. Stream Mason Mount - written by @httpsdana 9. amor de me vida Rodrigo De Paul - written by @percervall 10. Side lover Jude Bellingham - written by @highdreaming 11. Baby Kylian Mbappe - written by @applejuicefruit 12. Monster Erling Haaland - written by @football-and-fanfics 13. Confusion and confessions Christian Pulisic - written by @thatsdemko 14. Instagram File - written by @hyperfixatiorn 15. It’ll be fun - written by @mrseriksen  16. Date nights with Kylian - written by @ky-archive  17. Jude headcannon - written by @minnlix 18. The school run Taa - writtem by @lfc21 19. about love and belly rubs - written by @julianalvarez9 20. Messages from her ex Trent - written by @avenirdelight  21. Baby pictures Erling Halaand - written by @nanaloveswo-men 22. Beautiful like a goddess Yassine Bounou - written by @shaytheeprettiest 23. Jude Bellingham - written by @dontexpectmuch 24. Taking care of you Richarlison - written by @cabske 25. Bedtime stories Virgil Van Dijk - written by @lfc21 26. can’t be your friend - Julian Alvarez - written by @avengers-goddess