#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.

[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.

[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.

[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

[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

[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.

[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".

[0alanasworld0]

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]

I wanted to write a comedy of errors of sort with the Moroccan nt but I realised it’s very difficult to come up with a remotely good plot line. It’s not as funny as I wanted it to be but I’ve spent too much time on it to not post it, so here goes …

P.S ignore the plot holes

P.P.S if you’ve got an actual funny story idea drop me a little 💌

Part 1 | Part 2

~

"You lot are having a little get-together without me, huh?" Walid said as he walked past Nayef, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

"So, what are you guys up to?"

"Nothing." They all echoed a bit too quickly.

Walid seemed oblivious to the tense looks around the room. "Wladi, call room service and have them send up some tea," he said as he nudged Sofyan to make some room for him on the couch. "One last tea before we go, what do you say?"

~

“So, I told him …” Walid stopped to take a sip of his tea as the rest of them prayed that the end of the story was near.

Hakim felt Walid’s story was endless. He was getting anxious. He had lost count of the number of cups of karak chai Walid had drunk so far. It had been over an hour since he came, and he was showing no indication of leaving soon.

He shared a worried look with Yassine and Romain - time was getting away from them and they would be in deep trouble if they didn't make a move soon.

Yassine shifted closer to Bilal who had ended up standing next to him. "Pretend you're feeling sleepy," he whispered.

"What? Why?" Bilal whispered back.

"Fine, fine" He conceded at the look Yassine gave him.

"I think it's time for me to go to bed" Yassine cringed at the exaggerated yawn Bilal gave.

"Ah, would you look at the time!" Romain said, making a whole show of looking at his watch. "We should all go to bed if we want to be fresh and rested for the flight tomorrow."

Walid looked reluctant to leave, taking a long sip of his tea. "Well, then!" Walid said, slapping his knees like every typical dad as he got up.

“I should get to bed too. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. See you all bright and early for checkout!”

Everyone watched in tense silence as the door closed behind him, then they all broke into chaos.

"We need balaclavas to hide our face!"

"Where the hell are we getting balaclavas at this hour?!"

"This is not heist movie that we need balaclavas!"

"We can just break the cameras with stones!"

"Let's go, l'm ready to tackle some guards!"

"No Sofyan, you're not tackling anybody!"

"Stop it!" Romain shouted. "We just need to be logical about this."

"First, we need to narrow down the possible location of the trophy. That place is huge. We can't waste time trying to search for it everywhere"

"If what Bilal and Boufal said is accurate, the trophy was last seen just before we got on the bus." Yassine pursed his lips, "My guess is that it's still somewhere around there."

"If I remember correctly," Hakim scratched his chin thoughtfully, "the bus left through the west gate. So, the west side has to be our point of entry."

“Right then!” Romain clapped his hands, and gestured for all of them to huddle together as they usually did before a match.

"Bilal and Aboukhlal, you two stay here and cover for us if someone looks for us. Yassine, Youssef and Hakim, you'll be responsible for retrieving the trophy. Munir, Abdelhamid and Sofyan, you're covering their backs. You'll be responsible for neutralising any threat. Abde, Boufal and I will stay outside of the compound and be on the lookout." Romain instructed.”

“Understood?”

“Yes Capi!”

Then, they were on the move, all of them somehow fitting in the same lift, with Elias complaining all the way down for being squished into Sofyan’s pecs. They stumbled out into the warm night air and came to an abrupt stop.

Walid was standing just outside, looking rather unsurprised to see them.

“Aha! I knew it! I knew you were hiding something from me!” He snapped his fingers victoriously. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“Nn…nothing” they all stuttered.

“Bilal?” Walid fixed his I’m disappointed stare on him.

Bilal was only that strong, after all. He stumbled through the whole story, ending with their half-baked plan to retrieve the trophy.

Walid advanced on them, shaking his head in disappointment. They all held their breath as they waited for his angry outburst, which would be totally understandable. But they’d forgotten that Walid was Walid.

“I’m disappointed in you,” he said, looking at each one of them. “I thought I have earned enough of your trust for you to know that you can always come to me, whatever the problem is.”

“So let’s go!”

They all looked at him in surprise.

“What?! You don’t want to get the trophy back? It’s going to be light soon. We need to move!”

“Are you serious?” Hakim asked. They were idiots for not having gone to Coach in the first place. How could they have ever doubted that he wouldn’t do his absolute best to get them out of trouble?

“But wait … how are we getting there?” Yassine asked. They’d truly not considered the most important points.

"Yassine, my son, when I say to trust me, you need to trust me. Dir niya"

~

Some twenty minutes later, they were on their way.

Romain rather not question how Walid had procured a 7-seater in such a short amount of time. The man truly could work wonders no other person could. He just wished it was a bigger car because he had Sofyan sitting nearly in his lap.

Walid stopped the car a safe distance from the palace compound.

"Abde, you're in the driver's seat," Walid said, opening the driver's door. "Keep the car running. We need to be ready to drive away at any time."

"Bilal, you stay here and be on the lookout for any trouble. The rest of you follow me."

They left the car, walking as quietly as they possibly could. They shuffled along the wall hoping no one would notice them. At the corner, they all stopped, waiting for Walid to give the all-clear, then they quickly rounded the corner.

"There! That's the west gate!" Hakim whispered.

"See there," Yassine pointed to a spot a few meters ahead. "I think this is a blind spot. The nearest camera is pointed in the opposite direction. This is the perfect spot for us to jump the walls."

Walid turned around and gestured for everybody to come closer. "Yassine and Youssef, you two are the tallest so you need to help the others over the wall. Boufal, Nayef and I are staying here in case something goes wrong."

"Come on, my lions," Walid clasped Yassine and Youssef on the shoulder. "Get to work."

Yassine and Youssef crouched down, linking their hands together to create a sort of stepping stone. Up went Hakim, then Romain, Sofyan and Munir. Finally, Walid and Boufal helped Yassine and Youssef over.

Boufal grunted as he helped boost them up the wall. “These two really need to lay off the harissa.” He muttered as he bent at the waist to catch his breath.

Once over the wall, the boys assessed their options. Their bus had been parked on the far side across from where they currently were. To get there, they'd have to cross an open courtyard, which in their mind, seemed to be the most herculean task. They looked at one another in apprehension.

What if there was a sniper hidden somewhere, waiting to shoot them, one after the other as they attempt to cross the open space?

"We need to get to the other side without being seen." Romain fished his phone out of his pocket, fumbling to turn the flashlight on.

"Yeah, well" Hakim's voice was sarcastic. "We're not going very far with you waving that flashlight around."

"Fine, fine. I'm switching it off."

"I can see you rolling your eyes at me even in the dark"

"Guys, can we not?" Yassine cut them off. "We are definitely getting caught if you two keep on fighting."

Munir took a big breath and slowly let it out. "All right, guys," he said, cuffing his sleeves. "I guess we don't have any other options but to run very fast and very quick across that open space."

Romain nodded, agreeing with Munir. "Ok guys, on three" he said, lightly jumping on his feet as if he was warming up before a match.

"One ...

Two...”

And they were off. Romain cursed under his breath as the others jumped the start. He started after them, crouching low to avoid being detected. They reached the spot where the bus was parked, all of them looking around frantically.

"Look behind those pots there." Yassine whispered urgently.

Hakim bent down, peering behind one of the big ceramic pots that bordered the far wall. Was that a glint of something he saw? He reached out, his hand connecting with something metal. Hell yeah, this had turned out easier than they had thought. His hand curled around the base of the trophy as he carefully shimmied it out from behind.

“Found it!”

“Hell yeah man!” Sofyan high-fived him.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.”

They ran across the courtyard, high on the adrenaline of a successful mission. They felt almost invincible - after all, they were too good. No one would even know they had lost trophy.

They reached their point of entry. One after the other, Youssef and Yassine boosted the others up the wall.

Youssef crouched down as he tipped his head towards the wall. “Khoya, you go first.”

Yassine shook his head. “I’m the last line of defence. I don’t go anywhere until everybody is safe. You go first.”

Youssef was about to argue, which frankly they didn’t really have time for, when Yassine shushed him.

“Someone’s coming.” Shit shit shit. They hadn’t made it here so far for them to fail at the last minute.

“Quick, quick” Yassine almost tackled Youssef to the ground in his hurry to get him up the wall.

The voices were getting closer now. Youssef hung over the top of the wall, his hand extended towards Yassine as he silently urged him on. Yassine took a deep breath, moved back a few steps as he gathered enough speed to launch himself as high up the wall as he could.

Somehow, he managed to grab Youssef’s hand, scraping his elbow in the process. Sofyan appeared besides Youssef as he gestured for Yassine to grab his hand. Together, they pulled him over as fast as they could. Then, they were on the move again, rushing towards the car. They piled into the car, tripping over each other and not caring that they were nearly sitting on top of each other. Hakim had barely closed the door before Abde peeled away like a GTA gateway car.

For the first few minutes, they all stayed quiet, catching their breath as the enormity of what they’d just done dawned on them. Then, Walid turned around and smiled at them. They burst out laughing in relief.

Dir niya, indeed.

~

The next day, the PR head of the Moroccan National team was feeling exasperated but mostly confused.

The buses were lined outside. The hotel staff had gathered in the lobby for the farewell of the team. A healthy number of international press was waiting outside to capture the departure of the team from Qatar. They had a strict schedule of celebration to follow starting with the broadcast of the team’s arrival in Rabat and ending with dinner at the King’s palace, but yet, the players were nowhere to be seen.

“Coach Walid,” she marched towards him as he finally made an appearance. It was a bit surprising to see that he didn’t look as well put-together as he usually did. “We have been waiting for you and your team, sir. We’re running late.”

“I apologise, Miss Asma, but they are on their way down now.” It had taken Walid numerous calls to each of them before he managed to get them all out of bed.

“Here they are now.” Asma watched horrified as the lift doors opened and the players came out. They looked like they’d gotten dressed in their sleep. In fact, they looked like they were barely awake. It would take some heavy-duty concealer to hide those eye-bags they were all sporting.

Coach Walid looked at her and smiled sheepishly. “They’re just not morning people.”

[bonobonbon]

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[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 ❤

[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.

[0alanasworld0]

Proposals & Gem Cuts (Yassine Bounou x reader)

Request 1: marriage proposal with bono!

Request 2: yassine bono x reader on a dinner date when he want to propose her in front of his teammates in world cup

Warnings: none

“Okay okay okay should I go for a more natural gem cut or would she prefer the princess cut? I know that the princess cut is more befitting but I don’t think she’s a huge fan of super polished looking jewellery so maybe the natural one is bett- YOUSEF ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?” Yassine cuts off his rambling to chastise his friend who is dozing off. The conversation has gone on for far too long for his liking. He throws his pen at the poor guy who jolts awake and rubs his eyes.

“Yassine, I don’t know how to tell you this but…” he trails off, not sure on how to break it to his friend gently. 

“What?” Yassine asks, he’s all in his head about the ordeal and practically seething.

“What he’s trying to say is that this is useless!” Nayef states, he came all the way to Spain from England for this?! Yassine’s eye twitches with an uncharacteristic rage.

“My proposal plan is useless?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and the offender gulps, regretting his phrasing immediately. 

“Look, what he’s trying to say is that you seem to already know what you should be doing! Half of this meeting has been you arguing and compromising with yourself!” Hakim intervenes before Yassine does something he’s going to regret. He lets out a breath he was holding when Yassine’s eyes return back to a sane state.

“I’m sorry this is just a big deal, you know? She’s dealt with my dumbass for so long, the least I owe her is a fairytale proposal!” he explains, plopping down onto one of the seats. 

“I don’t think you’re giving yourself enough credit.” Yousef says, patting his shoulder.

“Because we're in a really good place?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of the fact that you’re both complete dumbasses but sure, that too!” Hakim slaps the back of his head for that and Yassine returns to looking through his plans.

“Yassine, my friend, I promise you that she’s going to absolutely love whatever you’ve chosen for the whole thing. You know her a lot better than we do and personally, I think you should just go for it!”

“Natural gem cut it is!”

You’re both laying, savouring the moments of peace and quiet you get to share after spending too long apart. He’s laying his head on your chest and looking up at you with a softness that makes your heart swell with love for him. These full 90 minute matches really took the life out of him and you knew that he needed time like this to ground himself again.

“Is there anything I can do, my love?” you ask, fondly staring at his sleepy form.

“Your perfect self is more than enough, ya amar.” he assures.

“Sleep might do you some good perhaps?” you retort with a small laugh.

“Can you blame a man for wanting to appreciate such beauty? I can’t do that while I’m sleeping!” he reminds with a teasing smile and your cheeks heat up. He spent every second of every day with you making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but he still had that effect on you. And he sure loved it. 

He rests a hand on your cheek, stroking over the apple of it gently, tracing over your lips, entranced by you. You close your eyes at the warmth of his hand, the gentle touch he provided that created butterflies in your tummy at the mere thought. What made you the most flustered was the look in his eyes: it was a level of adoration and affection that you struggled to comprehend. This was the sort of thing from movies that you, among many, wrote off as unrealistic yet there he was: looking at you like you hung the moon and stars. Of course you were just infatuated with him but you never expected anyone to feel that way for you. Behind the love, you see something swirling in his eyes. He’s thinking about something but you dare not interrupt his thoughts, wanting to bask in his warm gaze for a bit- no a lot longer. 

His mind is flickering from appreciating his beautiful girlfriend to the little box he knows is in his bedside drawer. It was literally right there. He could grab it right now and take his shot. It was getting harder and harder to wait until his perfectly constructed plan could fall into place. 

“What’s on your mind, pretty boy?” you ask with a smirk as his face flushes to a light pink: he was usually the one to cause the flustering but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love to get the same reactions out of him.

“Just admiring the view…” he mutters, trailing off into a silence as he continues to battle with himself.

“I hope our kids have your hair.” you say nonchalantly, running your fingers through the dark, fluffy locks. He raises an eyebrow with a smile, you only made it harder and harder for him to stick to the plan. 

“Only if they have your smarts.” he responds with a happy sigh.

“Do you think that Ariel would be a good babysitter?” you both giggle and he pulls you closer so you can cuddle into his chest. 

“I bet she’d be wonderful.” he assures you, enjoying the feeling of your warm breath and the small vibrations as you continue to giggle. You both quieten down shortly after but he breaks the silence again.

“Would you really want to have kids together?” he asks. He just has to make sure. He may think the world of you but himself less so. 

“I mean, I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone. If it's gonna be anyone, I can’t imagine it being someone who isn’t you.” you confess nervously, worried that maybe he doesn’t feel the same. You wallow in the nerves until he dips his head down to press a kiss to your lips and his fingers card through your hair, holding your head gently so he could pour out his feelings in a way that he didn’t think words could. You relax into his ever-comforting touch, smiling at the reassurance his mere touch provided you.

Oh he was most definitely marrying you.

The pair of you had hung out with the whole team like this pretty rarely given the busy schedules and hundreds of miles separating you all. So when you finally did get that month together, you best bet that you would all be spending as much time together as possible. 

With that in mind, you really weren’t sure of the boundaries Yassine had with them all. You would normally spend movie nights cuddled into his lap, dozing off with your head tucked under his chin and his hand drawing shapes onto your back or running through your hair but you didn’t want to risk making him, or anyone else uncomfortable. You opted to sit next to him, leaving enough space and practically reducing contact to nothing as you all gathered round to watch the film Hakim had chosen: Rush Hour. just like the last 15 or so times. 

To put it lightly, Yassine was confused by the distance but decided to cope with it. For a short while at least. As the movie progressed, he grew more and more antsy without you being there. Sure, you were right next time but you weren’t there like he needed. So, like any adorably affectionate and clingy partner, he did something about it: he reaches over and hauls you onto his lap, immediately wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing kisses to the top of your head, making up for the half hour he had to endure without you. The dopey smile that brightens his face does not go unnoticed by everyone as they turn around to see where the commotion was coming from. Sure, based on the conversations he had with everyone, it was pretty clear that he was sweet on you but this? No, Yassine was on a completely different level. Hakim is perhaps the only one to not turn around, partly because he loved the film but more so because he had been on the receiving end of the ramblings that were 80% you and 20% begging him to come back home. 

“How could you torture me like this?” he whispers with an adorable pout.

“What do you mean? I was right next to you!” you whisper with a giggle.

“It’s not the same!” he justifies, huffing as you shush him.

“Pay attention to the movie!” He isn't overjoyed by your nonchalance but does his best to let you continue watching the movie. He’s still making up for the lost half hour to appreciate your form which isn’t very helpful for your focus but you allow it because you’re enjoying it. You soon grow tired of the movie in front of you and opt to bask in his love. You press a chaste kiss on his cheek and begin to play with his hands, admiring how pretty they are. You don’t miss the way his eyes brighten as you reciprocate the affection. 

Given the closeness, he immediately picks up on the light rumble of your stomach.

“I’m just gonna grab some hot chocolate!” you whisper to him, moving to get up and he furrows his eyebrows as you turn to walk to the kitchen.

“Shall I come with you?” you shake your head with a smile as you look back.

‘It’ll only be a couple minutes!” you attempt to reassure him with a kiss to his lips.

“I’ll come with you.” he reaffirms, promptly getting out of his seat to go to the kitchen with you.

The team immediately gets to chattering once you’re both out of earshot. 

“Did you see that?”

“Damn he’s properly whipped!”

“That’s a lot, even for him!”

“Guys shut up! We’ve almost reached the scene!” Hakim attempts to quieten the group, only to receive a loud, collective groan in response.

“Hakim, we love you and we’re glad that you’re back but we’ve watched that entire movie like seven times already! It’s not every day you see Yassine somehow be more affectionate than usual!”

“If you’ve been on the receiving end of his facetime calls, it’s hardly surprising.” he mutters with a shake of his head.

Indeed, this was extraordinary. Even for Yassine. As the team all turn their heads to peer back at the kitchen, they see him hoist you up onto the kitchen counter, not forgetting to press a kiss to your forehead, then nose and finally a much longer one to your lips before getting the milk warmed. They don’t miss the look in your eyes either. You couldn’t be more content with the situation you were in. you were both in your blissful, happy little bubble; enjoying each other’s company without a care in the world. 

First thing you hear the final whistle blow and the next, you’re met with the sight of the love of your life sprinting towards you at full speed before you’re enveloped in the tightest hug you had ever felt. You don’t have much time to react as quickly so there’s a slight delay before you wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taking in the moment with him in your arms. There was never a doubt in your mind that your Yassine could achieve something as monumental as this but you were so glad that he could finally prove it to himself. You feel the shoulder of your no.1 Morocco jersey soak through before you feel him sobbing into your shoulder and you can’t help but release a few tears too. The moment barely felt real.

Normally, Yassine would keep anything related to you under lock and key but today was different. He was aware of the dozens of cameras but didn’t have it in him to care as he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. The pride in your eyes makes his heart swell with pure, unadulterated joy and he pours his feelings out to you in a heated kiss that quickly takes your breath away. You smile into it as you feel his relief and gratitude. For all the nights he spent crying quietly into your chest, unable to sleep, set back by yet another knock from another careless player, you were right there with him. Those horrid nights in which he felt as if he was worth nothing, you stood by his side and gave him the same love you always did, without condition. He felt like he owed every ounce of success to you. Sometimes he felt like the biggest inconvenience but not once did you allow him to continue to think that way, showering him in love that would melt the coldest of hearts. 

Your cheeks are aching from how wide you’re smiling and burning from the intensity of the kiss when he reluctantly releases your lips. You raise your hand to gently wipe away his tears and he does the same and you see that look flash across his eyes again. You’ve seen it many times, in fact but you still haven’t figured out what it is exactly. He says it's just his undying love but you feel it in your bones that it's something else.

Before you can ask, he’s dragging you to the pitch so you have more space to celebrate together. You’re struggling to breathe from laughter as he attempts to ballroom dance with you, the laughs that come over his own body making it difficult for him to dip you without almost falling over. 

You’re both in that happy little bubble again so you have absolutely no awareness of the team watching over you, once again witnesses to just how perfect you are together. From the scenes in front of them, you would almost have them believing that you were already married but alas, soon. 

You sigh out in relief as the closing ceremony comes to an end, signifying the end of the rollercoaster tournament. The night has been long and morale amongst the team has been pretty low for the past couple of days. But there is some relief in knowing that the better team actually won this time. There was some vindication at least. The feeling of his fingertips grazing over your hair and down your arm is a comforting one that has you closing your eyes to savour it, sending rushes of warmth over your body. 

“Are you still okay for dinner after this?” he whispers and you lift your head to look at his eyes: concern but once again laced with that look. You’ve been itching to spend some time alone with him so you nod your head enthusiastically, willing away the tiredness as best as you can. He kisses your forehead and squeezes your hand before getting up and gently pulling you towards him. Naturally, he throws an arm over your shoulder as you walk out together, waving a goodbye to the team. The second you turn your head back around he gestures towards the team with his hand. Today’s the day he finally, finally executes his plan.

“Wait, which dress should I go for?” you ask as he adjusts his tie. He truly was a sight to behold in the tuxedo. His voice pulls you from the trance.

“Ya amar, you’re perfect regardless.” he answers truthfully but he sees that you’re not satisfied with the answer as you tear your eyes away from him and look between the two dresses. 

“We’d match if you wore that one.” he smiles, gesturing to the dress in your right hand and his heart beats a little quicker at the smile that breaks out onto your face. You hurry to put it on and he takes a seat at the foot of the hotel bed, admiring you as you went about your routine and fiddling with the little box in his pocket. He doesn’t have time to let the doubts swallow him up further as you’re ready and pulling at his arm so you can both leave. You couldn’t wait to see the place he had chosen. Your Yassine was a brilliant over-planner so you knew that today’s date, like every other date, would go without a hitch. 

He eyes your reaction nervously, biting at his lip as he lets you take in the surroundings. The garden is somehow even more ethereal than the photos and the little gazebos are perfectly decorated with vines and fairy lights, dimly lit as the other guests enjoyed their meals. Of course, the gazebo in the centre is the most beautiful: it's raised, more intricate, and spacious. It's obviously the one he jumped through many hoops to have booked for tonight. Oh god, he was done for if you noticed the people at the other tables. They were pretty far away from the central one reserved for the pair of you but he felt as if his plan was on the brink of collapse if you recognised only one face. Once again, he can’t let his anxiety fester for long as the smile on your face erases any other thought from his mind.

“Yassine, my love… you never cease to impress me!” you mutter as you admire the venue. He was always the type to go all-out but the thought he put into everything still blew you away.

“Only the best for you!” he laughs nervously and you squeeze his hand in an attempt to calm him down a little. He’s been a little antsy since you left the stadium and you’re completely lost on what could be causing it. 

He seems a little more relaxed when you’re both sitting down at the table. That's largely because you’re now faced away from the other tables and there’s a much lower chance that you’re going to catch the rest of the team sitting and waiting for the final flourish of the night.

Every time your gaze shifts from him to admire the surroundings, his hand reaches into his pocket wondering whether that’s the moment. But he’s a man who trusts his instincts and they still haven’t kicked in. He worries as the night progresses that he isn’t going to be able to do it until you come up with an idea. 

“Are we allowed onto the grass?” you ask tentatively, not wanting to get in trouble your eyes widen and a smile appears on your face when he nods.

“Let's dance!” you say excitedly, getting up and he quickly follows, taking a gentle hold of your wrist as he pulls you onto the grass. He’s still doing his best to make sure that you’re facing away, of course.

He smiles at the feeling of your head on his chest and strokes your hair. One of your hands is encased in his and you’re softly swaying to the music. There couldn’t be a better way to end off such a wonderful time in Qatar. Although it pains him a little, he pulls you off him and you look up in confusion. It only heightens as he smirks. He can feel it now.

The next thing you know, you’re being spun away and just when you think he’s going to pull you back, he lets go of your hand and you squeal. You plant your foot to stop yourself and turn around. Your heart stops at the sight. He has that look on his face and you think you understand where it's coming from now. He’s on one knee, both of his hands are tightly gripping the little blue, velvet box. The tears form in a record time as you hear him speak.

“You’ve given me the happiest moments of my life but there’s nothing that would make me happier than being your husband. I promise that I’ll spend every waking second of my existence trying to make you the happiest woman on the planet. I love you, ya amar and I would love for you to marry me…” he says, not breaking eye contact once, holding himself back from running up to you and wiping the tears off your face.

“Oh Yassine you big idiot!” you exclaim and his blood runs cold. Of course you didn’t want to marry him. As happy as you made him, he was just a thorn in your side, just as he always expected. How stupi-

“You already make me the happiest woman in the universe! Of course I’ll marry you!” you say, running over to him, savouring the way his face lights up. He gets up and back onto his feet, hands shaking like crazy as he places the ring on your finger. You take a second to admire it: it's perfect, exactly the kind of ring you would have chosen for yourself for something like this. He knew you too well. It's only a second before you look at him, both of you now in tears as you pull him down for a kiss. You feel his tears drop onto your face and his arms wrap around your body to bring you impossibly closer. You think your heart is gonna burst with how happy you are. To finally tie the knot with the man who was willing to give you everything in the universe. You had felt it for so long that the relief you were feeling was indescribable. Your Yassine. Your kind, smart, handsome, funny Yassine was going to be your husband. And to think he had any doubts about it was crazy to you.

The relief and joy he felt was all-encompassing. Every neuron in his body was alive and firing with excitement at the idea of you being his wife. He loved you with everything he had and now you were finally going to get married. He’d spent months dreaming of his moment and years dreaming of it. He had known from very early on that it was you. It was always going to be you. His angel, his sunshine, his rock. His instincts had never let him down before and today was evidently no exception.

“I TOLD YOU, DUMBASS!” you laugh into the kiss as you hear the familiar voice and the cheers that follow. Of course everyone was here. You were shocked that you didn’t realise that before. No wonder poor Yassine was so nervous during the walk over.

“Sorry, I thought they’d behave themselves.” he mumbles into your lips, not ready to pull away.

“They’re not too bad.” you assure him, lips crashing into his in yet another bruising kiss.

The rest of the night is spent with the whole team on the grass, careful to not leave a mess behind as you all celebrate the night together. Your head rests on his shoulder, a hand encased in his as you soak in the atmosphere. Perfectly content and relaxed. Ready and excited for what the future held. 

“You do prefer natural gem cuts, don’t you?” he whispers. It's clearly not quiet enough as Hakim and Nayef overhear the question and let out a frustrated groan. 

“Not this again!"

a month late but it's a pretty long one so I hope u forgive me, lovelies xxxx

[0alanasworld0]

Misdirection & Birthday Gifts (Yassine Bounou x reader)

Description: You go all out to make Yassine's birthday one he would never forget.

Warnings: none

“Nooooooooooooo” he mumbles into your chest as you once again fail to escape the arms around your middle.

“Yassine you need your birthday suhoor!”

“What I need is for my wife to accept my birthday wish and stay right where she is!” he groans, only tightening his grip. Birthday or not, Yassine was not one to have his peaceful slumber to be disturbed. And by his wife no less? Absolutely not.

“But we have things to do!”

“It’s MY birthday and you’re telling me we have to go against my wishes and do stuff? What if I just want to lay in bed with the love of my life all day?” he questions, still refusing to leave his spot. He’s exactly where he needs to be and so are you. He genuinely cannot see what else he needs on his special day. Well, maybe a few things maybe but that was for much later.

“Okay what if we make it together?” you try, he was going to have to get out at some point but maybe he just needed some good old-fashioned compromise to help him out. He does once again tighten his grip around your waist but thankfully he concedes.

“Fine but we have to stay in for a little bit longer.”

“But-”

“No buts, it’s 3 in the morning. You think I wouldn’t catch on to an early escape plan?” he finally leaves his spot to look up at you with a raised eyebrow. You widen your own eyes as you realise that your super secret plan really wasn’t all that secret. There really was no hiding from him.

You decide that any further bargaining is fruitless, relaxing back into the bed and he readjusts himself so his head is under your chin again. You run your fingers through his fluffy, messy hair and lightly scratch his scalp, making him hum in relief and satisfaction. Admittedly, the quiet moments with him were nice. Both of your lives were so hectic with both of your careers blossoming into huge successes. The past few months had been less than desirable for Yassine as his club seemed to only be sinking further and further into its fateful position on the La Liga table. He was more stressed out than he had ever been so days like this were very much needed. And moments like this moreso. What was even more frustrating was that moments like this were growing more and more infrequent so you best bet he was going to make the absolute most of them when he got them. 

You press a kiss to the side of his head and he reciprocates with a kiss to your shoulder that sends a flood of warmth running through your body. You’re starting to think that the effect he has on you is never going to wear off. With everything he had done for you, the least you felt like you could do was give him the most special birthday you could manage. You decide that 2 hours of cuddling was enough for the moment and whisper in his ear.

“We really do need to get going, love.” anticipating the barrage of complaints you were bound to receive. You can feel him open his mouth to say something until you hear it. You’re surprised it didn’t happen sooner with how much this man needs to eat on a regular.

“... maybe we should get going.” he mutters, lightly pinching your thigh when you giggle.

“You’ve lost it if you think I’m letting go of you though…” he adds quickly before hauling himself out and carrying you with him to the shower. 

“It’s a sunnah!” he reminds you as you scold him for his eagerness. 

He’s still very groggy but your laughter is music to his ears as he prepares himself to celebrate one last time before you both get ready for the day ahead.

Preparing suhoor with Yassine went just as expected with his clingy nature. He allows himself to sit down and check through his phone for a short while before taking a glance at you. That was probably his first mistake because now the urge to just hold you has resurfaced in his mind and he can’t do anything to push it back down. He huffs quietly at first to try and get your attention but it's to no avail because you’re adorably focused on the task at hand: of course preparing one of his favourite meals to keep him going for the rest of the day. There wasn’t any hope of breaking you out with the distance the table was from the counter so he decides to promptly close it. His warmth radiated from him like a furnace so you immediately felt his presence behind you before he encased you in his arms. Leaving soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. The softness sends a chill down your spine and you shudder lightly at the feeling. He really couldn’t go 10 minutes in your presence without having you in his arms directly. 

“Really, Yassine?” you tease, looking back at him with narrowed eyes. You soften immediately at his own irresistible puppy eyes and small pout.

“Nothing wrong with appreciating such perfection.” he mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to hide the light blush. It's no use however because you can feel his face rapidly heating up anyway. 

In spite of the fact that you’re having to awkwardly waddle everywhere, with him vehemently refusing to let you go from his arms, you somehow manage to get Suhoor on the table with time to spare so you can both enjoy it in peace. You attempt to grab your usual glass but he lightly slaps your hand away before you can. Barely having to stretch as he reaches for the top shelf to grab a large bottle. 

“Nice try, gorgeous.” he quickly kisses the top of your head before taking his seat and digging in.

Suhoor is fairly peaceful as you quietly admire your husband. He’s saying something but for the life of you, you can’t focus as your eyes zero in on his face.  Everything about him was so unbelievably perfect from the softness in his eyes to the baritone drawl of his voice to the overall demeanour. You took great pride in the fact that he was one of the most intelligent and interesting people to talk to yet he was always so grounded. Never once did he make you or anyone feel inferior. Even with the various accolades and titles he was titled, even being the pride of his country, he was still the kind, funny, positive and overall lovable Yassine you had always known. He snaps you out of your lovestruck haze when he gently takes your hand in his. Oh god the last thing you needed was a reminder of his size. Or his warmth for that matter. Your much smaller hand was still recovering from the biting chill of the morning air and you felt it all thaw away with just one touch. 

“Everything okay, princess?” he asks, concern flooding his eyes at your silence. You nod shyly with a smile, bringing his hand to your mouth and pressing a kiss to the knuckles. You were going to make this the best damn birthday he had ever seen. 

Admittedly, the fact that he had to leave for training in the middle of his birthday cuddles made you more frustrated than ever. Of course something had to get in the way. HOWEVER, today the short distraction was very much needed so you could help and oversee the main part of his birthday. When you see Youssef drive off sufficiently far enough, you send a quick text to your friend to give the green light for her arrival. You needed all the time you could get to make sure it was perfect. As well as her help.

“You do realise that he would probably be happy with a simple cake from the store, right?” you raise your eyebrow at your friend’s comment. It was true that your husband was not particularly fussy but the idea of giving him anything less than your best felt almost treacherous. The idea of your perfect Yassine eating store bought cake on his birthday after what he managed to pull off for yours was treacherous. Absolutely not. Never in a million years would you give him anything less than the best. Sure, you were growing weary and the smell of the cake batter, as well as the ingredients for the rest of the meal, was making you hungry beyond belief but this just had to be done. He always made it clear that he preferred your cooking over anything, “heaven on earth”, he always said. And while you were never one to take compliments, you decided to believe him for the moment so you could make his special day worthwhile. 

It’s hours of joint work between you and your friend who oh-so-kindly volunteered to be your taster until you finally have everything done. And as you take a step back to admire all the pieces of the meal, a message on your phone arrives at the perfect time. From Abde and Jawad, a photo of a completely decorated venue with his gifts all in place. You sigh out with a smile as your stress dissipates a little at the fact that it was all coming together. Your friend soon makes her way out of your place to drop the meal off for the final touch for Yassine’s birthday iftar. 

It’s all done and out by the time Yassine makes it home. He crashes onto the couch face-first and you bite your lip to hold in your laughter.

“Everything okay, love?” you ask, rubbing his back softly. He grunts in response and you bend down to be level with him.

“I just had to spend my birthday training like nothing was going on. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to move from here, gorgeous. You’re going to have to feed me.” he mumbles, barely coherent and he’s doing those puppy eyes again. You hum softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before breaking your news to him.

“Jawad called… wants us over for iftar…” you fake a wince, trying to put on your best guilty face and he furrows his eyebrows. Success, you think to yourself.

“But what about… y’know? I thought we could just have a quiet night in, you and me?” he asks. Oh god he was so cute. He couldn’t bear to use the birthday excuse seriously. 

“I know but he said he’d really appreciate it if we went over. He got a whole venue and everything, it’d be rude to decline, no?” he nods defeatedly, dragging himself off the couch to get ready with you following him. 

He’s beyond shattered but still finds it to him to make his usual comments as you get changed. It was basically an instinct at this point to make you as flustered as he could. He absolutely loved it. Your cheeks flushing because the man just needed to make you feel like an angel. 

The car ride is fairly quiet and although he would never say anything, you could tell that he was slightly upset with the turnout of the day. What could have been a quiet day with you now just felt like any other day. In truth that was all he needed for his special day. So much for a happy birthday. However, there’s confusion in his eyes as he notices the surroundings. 

“Sweetheart you…” he’s lost for words, slightly concerned that his assumptions are going to be wrong.  He doesn’t miss the smirk on your face as you quickly turn away and drag him to the place. It was a place that he absolutely loved. Where his dream began. He remembers the day clearer than anything and he can’t begin to describe how happy he is to be here again. Relive it again but with his wife rather than the pretty girl he didn’t know how to approach without finding himself shaking with nerves. Of course you wouldn’t push his birthday aside for anything. Of course you would make sure that you spent it together in the place he constantly talked about loving. He always told you it was his special place so the idea of spending his birthday here came easily to you. And he just couldn’t wait.

When you reach the main spot, fully decorated the way you thought he would like, you sigh out in relief and finally look back at him. He’s speechless, for once the words are not coming naturally to him but you can feel and see the excitement. Excitement for the fact that he was in fact going to spend his birthday the way he wanted: with you and alone.

“Ya amar, you are something else…” he mutters quietly as he takes a quick look around before returning his gaze to you, filled with a softness that reaches your heart and warms you up inside. One second you’re staring into his eyes and the next he’s spinning you around in his arms as if he wasn’t ready to fall asleep in the car on multiple occasions. You squeal as you tighten your grip on the hug. 

“You. Are. So. perfect. I. love. You. so. Much. my. Star.” he interrupts each word with a kiss to your face and you can’t hold back your laugh as he does so. 

“We haven’t even gotten to the best bit yet!” you manage to say through the laughing fit. Before he says anything back, or sends you both into another fit of giggles, you grab his hand and gently drag him to the gazebo where the food is laid out. Only the best and by your own hands of course. He quickly rushes to hold your chair out for you to sit before taking his own. Of course he isn’t completely satisfied being opposite you and shuffles his chair over so he’s by your side instead. 

“You are the picture of a dream, angel.” he says, hugging your side before grabbing a couple of dates and handing one to you. You’re lucky that it’s a couple of minutes until iftar so you remain with your head resting on his shoulder, his head resting on yours until you hear the adhan playing on your phone. 

You both sigh out in relief as you break your fasts. A long day of training for him and preparations for you and it felt so worth it for this moment. He can’t help but go for one last kiss, albeit a much longer one, before digging into the meal you worked so hard to prepare. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have someone like you so eager and willing to make him feel loved. 

“Happy birthday, my love.” you softly smile at him, sweetly kissing his cheek when he finishes gulping down his water. 

When you’ve both had your fill and finished praying together, you drag him once more to the grass where a soft blanket is already laid out. He’s the first to lay on it before holding his arms out, waiting for you to join him. You quickly follow suit, being careful not to hurt him as you lay down on his chest. While you trace the lines of his torso, peacefully admiring the hard planes and corded muscles, he hitches one of your legs to drape over his own, trying to create as much contact as he could. The sunset is absolutely stunning but the both of you can really only focus on eachother. 

When the pair of you settle into a comfortable position, he’s the first to say something.

“I’m sorry for being so moody.” he whispers, the guilt in his eyes apparent. 

“Yassine, if that was your definition of moody, I would love to see you angry!” you joke, pinching his cheek with a smile. Your expression turns into one of slight concern as the guilt remains on his features.

“I was grumbling the entire car ride! I should have trusted you!” he justifies and you shake your head.

“Love, you were understandably upset that you weren’t going to get the rest you needed! It’s okay!” you try to comfort him. You pull his head down for a kiss and you feel him relax into it, deepening it. You’re relieved to see him doing a little better when you pull away. You quietly admire his face once more until you remember, eyes widening.

“I almost forgot! I’ll be back in a second!” you try to get up a little too quickly and to no avail as he pulls you back down.

“What could you possibly have left to do?” He narrows his eyes with a small smile. 

“Just trust me on this! Please?” you beg, hurriedly getting up the second he releases his grip. You had thought about these gifts for ages so you hoped he would like them.

You return soon after with the 2 neatly wrapped presents in your hands, placing them on the blanket as he sits up. You hand him the first and he laughs a little.

“Are you trying to get me into reading again?” he jokes as you narrow your eyes.

“Open the thing!” you slap his arm lightly and he relents. He carefully unpeels the wrapping paper and for a second, he thinks he recognises what it is but no? You wouldn’t. But except you absolutely would. It was a sketchbook that you had been working on since the start of your marriage, which took you embarrassingly long as you carefully considered each page. You kept Yassine in your heart each minute you worked on it so it just felt right to give it to him. And it wasn’t just drawings of him either. You had gone all out with just everything he liked, everything that reminded you of him, it was simply just an expression of your love for him. You didn’t have a way with words like he did you decided to show in the way that came most naturally to you. Drawings of you and him accompanied with sketches of your date locations, illustrations of songs you knew he loved, fabric cuttings from the wedding, your own writing to accompany the art. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to go through it in detail at that very moment but he already held it so dear to him. He was definitely taking it everywhere with him. 

You’re too in your head trying to analyse his reaction so you’re startled when he throws himself at you for a crushing hug. 

“Oh angel, this is too much! Do you really want to give this to me?” he asks, smiling when you nod vigorously. 

“You were the only person I was thinking about when I was working on it so I don’t see why it should go to anyone else.” you confess, sighing out when he tightens the hugs, kissing your neck in appreciation. 

“There’s still this one…” you manage to get on, nearly suffocated by the tightness of the embrace.

“Oh sorry, princess.” he releases you and and you take in a deep breath, smiling and shaking your head at his enthusiasm and excitement. 

Once again, he’s ever the more careful in undoing the wrapping paper and slowly lifting the lid of the box. This one he recognises immediately, the design on the pocket watch was a very unique one. One that happened to match a certain antique locket he got you for your own birthday. Just in the way that he chose his favourite photo of the pair of you, you picked yours as it sat pretty in the beautifully delicate piece. And of course it also had to have the date of your first encounter engraved. Just like the locket. 

“I know it’s not the most original gift but I thought that y’know… with the location and all… I don’t know I thought we could match and it’d be really cute I-” he’s too excited to wait so he cuts off the rambling with the most passionate kiss he can muster. You relax into his hold, grateful that he stopped you before it went on any longer, bringing a hand to cup his cheek. You’re both panting, regaining your breath when you pull away. Your lips are slightly swollen from it and you’re honestly slightly dazed but you manage to take in his next words at least.

“It’s perfect, angel. You’re perfect. This was the best birthday ever!” he assures, kissing you again so that you forgot about whatever doubts still lingered. Once again, it’s long and his hand buries itself in your hair to pull you closer and deepen it. How you had any uncertainty was beyond him but he’d take as long as he needed to remove it because on top of everything that you already did that had him swooning, you had to go and give him some of the most thoughtful and heartfelt gifts he had ever received. 

When you pull away once again for breath, you can just feel that he’s up to something.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” you question suspiciously as he looks off into the distance.

“Nothing.” he says, almost too quickly and you pinch his cheek. He almost certainly wasn’t planning how he was going to on-up you for your birthday. No, he would never. 

“Sureeeeeee…” you draw out, rolling your eyes. Oh this was going to be good. You already knew what was about to happen. Best of luck to him.

an hour or 2 later than when i siad but its not midnight over here yet so it counts! i hope u enjoy, lovelies xxx