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Hello everyone! It's me 🫧 I'm so sorry for disappearing. This first semester is killing me, I don't even have time to breathe. I'll be back as soon as I can 💌

Take care of yourselves, okay? I love you. Thanks for the support always 💜✨

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Irresistible —Carlos Sainz.

Summary: Where YN got drunk at a Williams party and now Carlos knows her secret.

Warning: none. Enemies to lovers, co-workers to lovers, cute, soft, mention of alcohol, drunk behavior, etc.

Words count: +2.8k

The sun was already setting behind the clouds, tinting the sky with oranges and pinks as you finished your tasks in the Formula 1 team's garage. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline permeated the air and the sound of the engines echoed in your ears, a familiar song that filled you with excitement. Working in this world was a dream come true, but there was one small obstacle that made things a little more complicated.

Carlos was the team's star driver, heir to a family of motors, known as much for his talent on the track as for his arrogant attitude. However, what drove you most crazy about him was the way he was always looking for a way to annoy you. He would smile at you with that mischievous grin, as if he had something to say to you all the time. Even though you partly despised him, you couldn't help but feel a tingle in your stomach every time you saw him. The asshole wasn't just an asshole, he was the definition of a Greek god. Attractive and fucking hot. Your kind of guy, though you tried to ignore and move on.

A snort comes out your mouth as your hands hold some of the car's equipment, still working hard on your stuff, you could tell how he was just there, annoying you. You ignored him at first and concentrated on the screen, watching the data coming in from the car. Oil pressure, brake temperature, speed... all within parameters.

"Would you stop staring at me like that?" you spit out blurting it out. Your gaze is drawn to him, he's leaning against the tail of the car, his suit misaligned, his hands folded across his chest and his Machiavellian smile.

"Like what?" he asks, with that damn lopsided grin that makes your fingers clench tight.

"Like you're about to say something stupid"

"Oh, no honey, you do enough stupid shit for the both of us" he mutters nonchalantly.

Your jaw tenses up, what the fuck is he talking about? He's been bugging you for weeks about something stupid you've done and it doesn't even make sense. You don't remember doing anything with him at all.

You hate him. You hate him so much you could scream. And yet, every time he comes around, every time his voice drops just for you, something in your stomach cringes. Something that has nothing to do with anger and everything to do with the dangerous urges you've been repressing for days, weeks, months.

With his body relaxed, he steps away from the car and comes walking straight to your place. But you don't want to listen to him, so you get up from your seat and try to walk. Surely there's something to do somewhere else in the garage, you don't feel like listening to him.

But Carlos steps in and leaves you trapped between the chair and his body, looking at you with that smile still on his face. Your fists shake from the urge to stamp them on his perfect Spanish face.

"You know what's funny?" he says, taking a step closer.

You're so close now that you can feel the heat emanating from his body. Your instincts scream for you to move away but your feet won't budge.

"What?" you reply, your voice dry.

He leans in, his mouth dangerously close to your ear. Your eyes wander to the spot, there is no one close enough to notice the situation or save you, though no one would anyway. He's the star and you're just an employee.

"That you always end up looking for me to argue with. Like you can't get through a damn day without me" he whispers in your ear almost touching you, a shiver runs down your back and you force yourself to hold your breath.

That's a low blow and you know it. You pull away sharply, pushing him with the palm of your hand against his chest. It's firm, hot, and the sensation only ignites your rage more.

"Don't make me laugh. If it were up to me, I'd never have to see you ever" you mutter moving away to the other side of the car.

He laughs a low chuckle that makes your blood boil. And then he follows in your footsteps until he reaches you again. But you're quicker and circle back around the car.

"Are you sure? Because ten minutes ago you were the one who came all the way out here, furious over something as insignificant as a change in equipment and to check it out, just as I got out of the car. Sometimes I think you do it just to have an excuse to see me"

Your face burns. You want to scream at him, you want to hit him, you want to... You sigh calming yourself down. You don't want a scene, you don't want to indulge him. You'll show him that you're more professional than him and he can't mess with you.

"You're not as irresistible as you think" you spit turning with your quick feet spinning on the cart but Carlos seems to be smarter and waits for you, catching you again.

"I think you do think I'm irresistible" Before you could react, he steps even closer, almost whispering to you. You whiten your eyes. "Don't worry honey, it wouldn't be the first secret I'd keep for you"

Your face scrunches up in confusion. The first secret? What the fuck does he mean by that?

"Oh, so you don't remember" his eyes sparkle with excitement as he smiles nostalgically. He takes another step and you hold him so close to you again, your body vibrates.

You hate yourself because he knows exactly what he's doing and yet you can't pull away.

Your hands shake. You want him to stop but at the same time you want him to take that one more step. For him to cross the line you've both been skirting since this damn war started.

"The New Year's party" he murmurs and you shake your head without remembering. "The drinks with Alex and Lily all night" he keeps saying and your eyebrows increasingly draw together in confusion.

One of his hands is positioned on your waist and your eyes shake, you can't think about that night and Carlos hand on your body. Your mind literally short circuits.

"You did a little show, don't you remember?" he says smiling. "Then I took you home and you went on..."

Your hand positions itself on him and you tug it away from him, pulling him away from your body quickly. You shake your head still confused. You try to remember that night but nothing comes to your mind, nothing but the hangover you had the next day. You really had come a lot that day, enough to remember nothing.

"You are a liar" you spit angrily. "You don't know anything about me"

He's playing with you. He just wants to play with your head. Your hands rest on his chest and you push his body away from you, walking away from the place. You won't play along with his game. You are tired for today.

Some of the mechanics wave at you as you walk down the hallway, it's already time to leave and many of them are heading home already. Most of the team finished when practice ended and would continue tomorrow at the next practice.

"Oh no?" you ask after a while running up to you. Your hands carry the folders and papers of today's single-seater result all the way to the office but you don't stop for him. You just want to get this damn day over with.

"You have a tattoo on your right side of your lower belly" he insists when you're both inside the office. "A butterfly, it's cute."

Your blood freezes and you come to a complete stop. The world comes crashing down on you. How the fuck does he know that, how is that possible? You drop your things on the desk and turn around quickly. Your face is a poem and you know it because he looks at you smiling like he's enjoying this more than anyone.

"I know because when I took you home you took your clothes off, YN" he mutters as you walk like a whirlwind towards him.

Your hands push him all the way to his trailer and after you're both inside, you slam the door shut.

"Shut up, I have no idea what you're saying. I don't know who told you but don't you ever..."

"Don't get mad, honey. I'm not the one who gets drunk and feels a little crazy at parties" he sneers still with his unchanging gaze.

You open your mouth to complain but a flashback comes into your head. Your heart starts pounding remembering the embarrassing New Year's celebration. You had been relaxed, quite you would say personally, surrounded by colleagues and joy and unfortunately you were not good with it alcohol but it was a special day and you wanted to have fun, but maybe you were a little more cheerful than you should have been.

You remembered to toast with Alex and the new Williams team, even Lily was there that night, you both laughed, whispered, danced and drank all night. Until everyone had left the party, you were still having fun. You got up on the table and danced like an idiot, demanding for music. You remembered the warmth of the place, the laughter, and how, in a moment of pure madness, you had decided to do a little dance, without thinking about who was present. Your gaze had found Carlos and you suddenly felt hot, hot enough to do.... A stupid thing to do.

The memory hit you like a bucket of ice water and you felt your pulse quicken. You didn't remember. Or maybe you had been trying to repress that memory to pretend nothing had happened. But at that moment, the idea that he might know what you had done was terrifying.

"I was drunk I..." you try to say but you can't go on.

His smile says it all, he's enjoying it. Seeing you humiliated remembering what you did that night. What you did with him.

"I remember you dancing for me that night when I took you home. It was an unforgettable show, I definitely should have recorded it. It could be a good memory of you" he said, his teasing tone was as frustrating as it was charming.

You bite your tongue hiding a gasp of rage as you listen to him. You close your eyes as again the memories flood your mind, it's as if Carlos is bringing them back to you.

He carried you to the car on his shoulder after getting you off the table, scolded you and then sat you in the passenger seat. You were uncomfortable the whole ride, fidgeting in your seat, wanting to get out and continue the fun. You tried to play music but Carlos would take it off and you argued the whole trip about it.

You got out of the car, stumbling when you got home. When the air hit you, you felt the adrenaline rush again in your body and invited him in. The tickle in your belly from that night, you feel it again right now as you remember.

"Damn" you whisper mentally turning in place as your face becomes disfigured.

You guided him to your couch flirtatiously as he just followed you like a fool. You even tripped over your carpet but that didn't stop you. You sat him on your couch and started to move your body. In front of him. Completely out of it.

Your hands slap your forehead as the vivid memory is still in your mind. You danced with your body, lifted your hands, stroked your hair, bit your lip. You sat on it. Carlos' gaze is present in your mind and your body trembles. He was there, looking at you as if you were a prey about to be captured by his hunter.

The burning in your cheeks brings you back to reality before you can remember more. But you know that much worse things happened than just dancing for him. Like, for example, Carlos knowing you have moles that form a quasi-heart on your belly makes you furious.

Still, you lift your head and relax your face. He can't get inside your head. Whatever happened, you were drunk and it doesn't matter anymore.

"I don't remember anything and honestly it's better that way. But thank you for taking me home" you say trying to sound calm.

"Are you sure? You look like your cheeks are a little red, could it be that you remember something?" he says with a slight grimace.

You nod lifting your shoulders.

"You know" Carlos continued, unfazed by your silence. "It's funny how people forget important things. Especially crazy nights out."

You deny without giving it a thought. Crossing your hands across your chest as a sign of disinterest, as if you don't really care.

"Let me refresh your mind then, you were... too drunk. Too drunk. You were dancing alone at the table, I had to get you down from there and take you home. When we got there, you were restless... too much, then you came up to me. You said things to me... things I can't repeat. And then... you tried to... well, let's just say you were very insistent"

You felt your blood run cold in your veins. He seemed to be enjoying himself the way he was bullying you and you kind of couldn't do much. Your teeth squeaked as they clenched. Hate. Anger. Desire. Remembrance. What did it matter? You just wanted to make it go away.

"Even" Carlos continued, with a small smile. "You gave me a dance... quite... sensual. It was... interesting."

The air is held in your chest and you try to resist the urge to throw yourself at him and hit him. You squint, thinking about your response because anything at this point could be a double-edged sword.

"Maybe you liked it too much and that's why you're so keen to remind me" you lash out. Now you're the one smiling coldly. "Maybe you wanted me to do it in the first place? Maybe you want it right now too" you continue as you move closer to him.

Now it is Carlos who opens his eyes in surprise. You smack your lip as you take another step, Carlos stands still.

"Tell me, Carlos, did you like it?" you question in a honeyed voice. He swallows saliva without answering.

"Did you like taking advantage of a drunk girl who just wanted to have fun?" you say with some amusement. "You like cornering me like this so you can feel like you're in control?" you insist taking another step towards him.

His face turns serious. It's as if the roles have been reversed. Now you're the one pointing at him and sneering, though you try to give him a serious touch to annoy him. Just as Carlos usually does.

"Nothing happened" he quickly replies. "You took your clothes off but I stopped you, okay? I didn't touch you or try anything with you" he defends himself with his worried look. And you smile.

"You didn't?" you question with some mockery. "Because I remember your hands on me, how your fingers caressed my skin while you devoured me with your gaze" you cocked your head to the side remembering. "You touched my ass, you don't remember that?"

He shakes his head repeatedly, concerned.

"You put my hands on your body, you did everything for me, I just..." he swallows saliva again pausing as he notices your words. He's definitely nervous.

You stared into his eyes, feeling a mixture of shame, relief and... something else. Something that maybe, just maybe, could be the beginning of something new. Silence ensues and you just stare at each other in defiance. You don't want to talk anymore, the tension between you is tangible. You can feel how the heat begins to suffocate or perhaps the closeness of his body to yours.

As an involuntary reaction, you take a step towards him and without thinking too much - because if you had thought about it, you wouldn't be able to do it - you press your lips against Carlos'. At first he freezes, his rigid body tells you it's a surprise or maybe he doesn't want to, so you suddenly pull away a little. But he doesn't let you break away and kisses you back, this time, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him.

His big hands wrap around your back and he hugs you from behind as his chest meets yours and they kiss fiercely and yours wrap around his silky hair, pulling it just barely. His lips take yours desperately, his tongue darting across your mouth as you both gasp in dizzy sensation. Your pulse races as he continues to kiss as his lungs begin to demand oxygen but neither of you part for air. You can't.

You don't quite know how it started. Or rather, when it started to feel so inevitable.

Maybe it was that time when he held your gaze a second longer than he should have. Or when he brushed your hand by accident and you, instead of pulling away, left it still, trembling inside. Maybe it was always there, hidden behind the words that weren't said, the silences that lasted a little longer, the awkward smiles that hid what no one dared to name. Or the times he annoyed you, argued and teased you, with his perfect smile.

And now, now you are there. In that room where the world seems to have fallen silent, as if everything had been waiting for this moment.

You look at him and you look into his eyes. There is something different, something new, or maybe something that was always there and only now you see it.

It's something magnetic. As if his center of gravity has shifted. As if it now revolves around yours, and it can't let go. And neither can you.

The tension is so dense that it seems like a golden thread binding you, invisible and firm. When his fingers touch yours, you feel a spark that cannot be explained, as if all your nerve endings know something that you are still processing.

And when he kisses you it's like a confession. A soft scream in the middle of everything they kept silent about.

It's as if you've been falling for each other for years and you finally let each other hit bottom.

As if all the hidden desire ignited all at once, exploding like an atomic bomb, with no turning back.

But there is no rush. No desperation. Only the certainty that this moment belongs to them. That your bodies recognize each other, that your souls lean towards each other like flowers seeking the sun.

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Secret love —Pau Cubarsi.

Summary: One night in your vacation with your brother's friends and your little crush on Pau.

Warning: Yes. +18. Smut, soft, cute, vanilla sex, p in v, unprotected sex.

Words count: +2.5k

The sun beat down on the hotel window as you skirted the shore with your murada. The salty breeze came through the crack, mingling with the music coming out of the speakers. It was the second day of your vacation with your brother's group of friends, Pablo. You had signed up a little out of inertia, a little to escape the routine and a little, let's face it because you felt like a change of scenery. You came with the idea of spending time with your brother and his friends, to enjoy the sea, the sun and maybe disconnect a little.

Tonight, after dinner at a nearby restaurant, you decided to go back to the hotel, you had planned to go down to the hotel bar to have a drink and clear your head full of things, although you know that the real reason why your thoughts are in disarray has a name.

Pau Cubarsi.

One of your brother's friends, a promising young Spanish soccer player. A nice, shy and cheerful boy who steals your sighs when you see him near you. Although you like to dream of him as something platonic, it's obvious that you could never be something. It was obvious that you liked him but you tried to ignore your sudden feelings for him.

So tonight you decided not to go out, because after dinner the boys were going to a beach party at the same hotel and you were not in the 'mood' according to you. You wanted to stay at the hotel, walk around the place by yourself and maybe find some fun.

But your body stops completely when you stare at the bar of the small luxurious bar of the place.

And he's there, at that bar, right now. With his hair tousled and a smile that always makes your legs tremble a little. He's alone, just a few people around him but each one in their own world. A shiver runs down your spine.

You're a little surprised that he didn't go to the beach party with the others, because you know how much he likes to enjoy himself with his friends. But here he is. Sitting with a glass of pina colada in front of him, he barely drinks and his eyes wander all over the place.

You stand there for a moment, people dodging past you as some dance to the tropical music, others chat, taking pictures or doing whatever they would do in a vacation bar at this hour.

You hesitate to approach, it's not like you guys have much of a relationship, you don't even know if he remembers you that much, you've barely seen each other since you arrived. You can't even think of what kind of topic you could talk about, it's probably awkward and that makes you nervous.

And when his eyes lift from his glass and see you approaching, they light up in that way that makes the air get a little thicker in your lungs.

"Hello" you say shyly. He smiles in greeting.

"You're not a sand party person either?" he says with a half-smile and you let out a soft laugh, already feeling your heart start to race.

"I think i'm more like «have a drink and go to bed early»" you reply, sliding into the seat next to him.

Your short strapless dress with blue flowers matches his summer shorts and his pale, detached shirt adds a fresh touch. It's a warm, starry night. You are both in the mood. It feels good.

"So a responsible girl, eh" he laughs and you shake your head, hiding the redness in your cheeks.

"Don't believe it so much" you raise your glass of gin and tonic to him and both of you toast with your shy smiles.

His eyes shine at you and you hide a lock of your hair shyly behind your ear to avert your gaze.

And so it begins. The talk flows as if you've had a thousand of these conversations before, though in reality it was always those short group exchanges where you pretended you didn't notice his every gesture. You ordered another round. The alcohol disinhibited you a bit and you began to feel more and more comfortable with Pau and he seemed to be the same way.

Now he tells you about his taste in classic movies and you can't help but laugh because it's exactly the same as yours. You talk about travels, about music, about little hidden dreams you didn't share with anyone in the group. And every time their gazes meet, there's a little lightning flash that they both feel but neither mentions.

Laughter escapes your mouths as you tell anecdotes. He tells you about the team and the things the guys do in the locker room. You tell him about your childhood with Pablo as your older brother and all the misfortunes you have experienced with him so far (as a joke).

His laughter is soft and delicate, his eyes disappear from your face when he laughs animatedly and his joy is contagious when you see him. His smile is perfect. He is perfect.

And in a moment, when you realize your knees are almost brushing his, you don't know when you've gotten so close. But you love it, you can't stop looking at him as he talks, his voice soft and calm. Suddenly you're more of a listener and your mind wanders with his words.

When you look at the clock, you realize it's already late. Very late. The bar is starting to empty and the lights are dimmer. You stand up, a little unsure.

"I think it's time to go back to the room" you say, trying to make your voice sound casual.

He nods but then adds. "I'll walk you out"

Your chest tightens sweetly as you listen to him. You walk together down the quiet corridors of the hotel, and though you don't say much, the electricity in the air is undeniable. As you reach the door to your room, you turn around to thank him for the company.

He has a shy smile and looks uneasy, as if he wants to say something. He scratches the back of his neck with a grimace when he sees you. You blink when his eyes connected with yours. You both look nervous. An electrically charged silence filled the air. You noticed him slowly approaching, with a gaze that made you feel vulnerable yet powerful. Your heart pounded in your chest. The two approach slowly as if someone else is pulling your bodies.

Before you could say anything, his lips found yours. You felt a shiver run through your body. You clung to his shoulders, reciprocating the kiss with the same intensity.

The kiss is gentle at first, almost shy. His lips brush against yours with a delicacy that makes you close your eyes and let out a sigh. But when his hands come up, one to your cheek and the other barely brushing your arm, the kiss becomes a little deeper, more confident. You respond, letting yourself be carried away by that warmth you'd been silently dreaming of for so long.

Your hands end up on his neck, his fingers tangle in your hair and the world shrinks to that small space where only his caresses and the way his mouth fits so well with yours exist.

When you pull apart, you're both breathing a little faster, your foreheads lean against each other for a second and your smiles mingle in sweet silence. You look at each other deeply for a few seconds, blushing, excited, wanting more.

You don't know if it's the little bit of alcohol they've had or the hot summer night but desire and passion begin to tense the atmosphere.

Your hand reaches for his and you take it under his bright gaze, pull him close and open the door to your room. Quietly but with a special vibe, you enter the room, you close the door carefully and turn to Pau.

You don't dare to ask but he doesn't either, he just grabs you by the face and pulls you closer to him. Again, his lips met yours. This time, the kiss was more urgent, more demanding. His hands ran down your back, caressing your skin dressed with delicacy. Your body shuddered under his touch.

In one swift movement, he lifted you up and sat you on the bed. He continued kissing you as he pulled your dress off. You felt his hot breath on your neck, his hands exploring every inch of your skin.

You open your eyes and look at him. His green eyes are full of longing of a palpable tenderness that disarms you. You smile softly, and he smiles back, relieved.

"You're so beautiful" he whispers, his voice husky.

You blush, looking away. He lifts your chin with a finger, forcing you to look at him again.

"I mean it" he insists. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life"

You think he's exaggerating but the sincerity in his eyes convinces you. You feel vulnerable, exposed but at the same time, incredibly confident.

Your hands caress the side of his angelic face as you smile gratefully.

"You too, Pau" you stroke his hair and he shakes his head laughing. "You're an angel" you say in admiration.

He pulls you to him, wrapping you in his arms. His embrace is strong, protective. You feel small and safe within his embrace. You let your arms go around him too, clinging to his back.

"Are...are you sure?" he asks, his voice a shaky whisper.

You nod, swallowing spittle. Your heart pounds, a wild drumming that echoes in your ears. "Yes, Pau. I'm sure."

He nods, taking a deep breath. He begins to stroke your arm, gently moving up and down. His touch is slow, deliberate, as if he's learning the map of your skin. You feel the electricity coursing through your body, awakening every nerve in its path.

He slowly undoes the buttons of your dress one by one. Each button that opens is another step closer to intimacy, to vulnerability. When the dress is completely open, he stops. He looks at you, seeking your approval.

You nod again, your heart beating even faster. He slides the straps off your shoulders with your help, letting it fall to the floor. You are now wearing only the lacy bra. He looks at you for a few seconds and though you're a little embarrassed, you bite your lip holding your security.

He reaches out and caresses the exposed skin of your breast. His fingers move gently, describing soft circles around your nipples. You feel them bristle, responding to his touch.

He leans down and kisses your neck. His lips rest on your skin, leaving a warm, moist trail. You gasp, feeling a shiver run down your back.

He carefully removes your bra and your breasts are exposed. He admires them for a moment, an expression of wonder on his face. Then he brings his mouth close and kisses your nipple. You close your eyes, moaning softly. The sensation is intense, overwhelming. He continues kissing and licking your breasts, alternating between one and the other. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging gently. You want more, need more.

You hold your breath, holding your moans and whisper his name softly. He looks up quickly.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks, his voice heavy with concern.

You shake your head. "Don't stop" you plead. "Please."

He smiles and kisses you again. This time, the kiss is wilder, more passionate. Your tongues intertwine, exploring each other. You feel heat building in your belly, a fire that threatens to consume you.

Every movement is an act of love, a promise of pleasure. When you are finally naked, you feel exposed, but also liberated.

He takes off his clothes too, revealing his body for the first time. Although you've seen him shirtless before, this time, it's different and you love it. You admire him silently, appreciating the strength of his muscles, the smoothness of his skin. He is beautiful, perfect. Your fingers move across his pale skin, while Pau kisses your shoulder, you take the opportunity to caress his shoulders, his back, even his muscular arms.

Your mouth goes to his chest and you kiss his collarbones first, in a trail of kisses and gentle touches, you continue down his chest and pecs.

"Shit, wait" he says softly. "Pablo, he... We forgot for a second" he shakes his head and you look at him.

Your hands take his face gently.

"We're adults, Pau" you murmur trying to reassure him. "It's fine if you want to stop this but I'm not at all interested in thinking about my brother right now" you say trying to make him laugh.

He laughs biting his lip. "Not a good image right now" he whispers looking into your eyes.

Silence falls between you. But it is warm and calm. His hands move and encircle your cheeks as well.

"God, you're so beautiful" he whispers as your foreheads meet. "Pablo will have to forgive me, I won't be a good friend for tonight"

"There will be nothing to forgive, Pau. I want you" your words are clear and sure.

You feel the beat of his heart against yours, a perfect synchrony. Your bodies come together, skin to skin. The sensation is incredible, magical.

He starts kissing you again, kisses that run all over your body, from your forehead to your toes. Each kiss is a declaration of love, a promise of surrender.

Time stands still. Only the two of you exist, in this small space illuminated by the light of the salt lamp. You explore each other, discovering every inch of each other's bodies. Each touch, each kiss, is a new adventure, a new form of connection. He is slow, taking the time to appreciate your body, to kiss every corner of your skin. His fingers run down your chest, your hands, trace little paths on your skin as you join body and soul, moaning in unison.

He kisses your lips delicately as he makes you see stars, moving inside you sweetly. Your nails dig into his muscular back trying to grab you as you bite your lips to hide the moans coming from your mouth but it's unavoidable. Your sweaty skins glistens in the dim light of the night as his kisses trail down your neck and your hands incarnate in his hair. You tug as pleasure washes over you, Pau growls against your skin and bites down, making you cry out.

The climax comes like a wave, sweeping over you with its force. You cling to Pau tightly, feeling his body tense at the same time as yours. You moan, you scream, you let yourself be carried away by the intensity of the moment.

When the wave recedes, you feel exhausted but also incredibly satisfied. You snuggle into his arms, breathing deeply. He hugs you tightly, kissing your hair.

"That was...amazing" he whispers, his voice husky.

You smile. "It was perfect."

"Can I... Can I stay?" He asks somewhat shyly as he strokes your hair.

Your heart leaps with happiness as you hear him, a somewhat different sensation than you've felt other times. You can't even describe it.

Does he really want to stay? After what you two have done? Is this a dream?

"Of course you can, Pau" you smile snuggling into his chest.

His hands wrap around you, pulling you even closer than he can. Calm surrounds you as your breaths mingle in the closeness of your bodies.

Silence settles between you again, a silence of contentment, of intimacy, of love. You fall asleep in his arms, feeling safe, protected, loved. You know that this night will be an indelible memory, a special moment that you will treasure forever. The first time, a magical encounter, a mutual discovery.

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Hey I've been following you for awhile have you done a alphabet with pablo torre?

Hes so underrated x

A to Z —Pablo Torre.

summary: SFW alphabet with Pablo.

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

characters: +750.

#SEXYNOTE: Hope you enjoy it! you didn't say if you wanted NSFW or SFW but just in case I wanted to make it cute 💗

A - Affection

He has an infectious energy and a genuine love for life. He always finds a way to make you feel special, whether with words, actions or just being there when you need him. He likes to hug you, kiss you or look at you, with his eyes full of love.

B - Best friend

If he were your best friend, he would be one of those people who always has an intelligent advice or a unique perspective. No matter the problem, he will help you see it differently and find solutions.

C - Cuddling

He is a very loving person but sometimes he thinks it's too much so he may hesitate, although whenever you expect him to be there Pablo will be there to give you his love.

D - Domestic

When he commits to something, he does it with all his heart. He doesn't like things halfway, and if you are in his life, he will show you that with constant actions, that he fights for his relationship and helps with whatever he can.

E - End

If the end of the relationship came, he would try to do it in the best way. He would not seek to hurt you or prolong the suffering. He prefers to remember the good times and say goodbye with respect.

F - Committed

He does not take feelings or the future lightly. If he loves you, there will be no doubts, no games. When the time is right, he will ask you to marry with confidence, without fear or hesitation.

G - Gentle

He is very gentle, always trying to take care of the people around him. He can make you laugh even on the most difficult days, whether with a silly joke, an unexpected imitation or just his particular way of seeing the world.

H - Hug

Long, warm hugs, he turns you over with his big hands and completely surrounds you while cuddling in bed or on the couch.

I - I love You

He's not one to say "I love you" lightly. When he says it, he really means it. He prefers to show his love with deeds rather than empty words.

J - Jealous

He is not jealous for no reason. He trusts you but if something makes him uncomfortable, he will talk about it with maturity. He does not seek to control, only to understand and protect what you have.

K - Kissing

He loves physical contact: a kiss on the cheek out of the blue, hugging you from behind when you least expect it, or intertwining his fingers with yours without even thinking about it.

L - Little one

He gets along well with children and enjoys their company. He has no problem making a fool of himself if it means bringing a smile to their faces. But he is not a person who craves children at such a young age.

M - Morning

Likes to make the most of the morning, but doesn't mind staying a little longer in bed with you, talking, cuddling or just enjoying the warmth of the moment before starting the day.

N - Night

Nights with him can be deep conversations, intense gazes or silent caresses while waiting to fall asleep.

O - Open

At first he may seem reserved but when he trusts you, he will open up without fear. He will tell you what worries him, what makes him happy and everything he hides behind his serious look.

P - Patience

He does not give up easily. If there are problems, he will face them with you. He's not the type to let something important fall apart without fighting for it first.

Q - Quizzes

He remembers important details: the date of his first kiss, your favorite dessert, the clothes you were wearing that day, everything. If you forget something, you always find a sweet way to make up for it.

R - Remember

One of his favorite memories is the first time you met her family, probably the happiest day of his life as she admires her family and loves that you get along so well with them.

S - Security

He can become quite protective but only because you don't want to get hurt and I don't mean just relationships. He won't let you change light bulbs or do dangerous things that could hurt you, he's always there to protect you.

T - Try

He always goes out of his way to make you happy, whether it's small details or grand gestures. In his own way, he shows you that he is with you every step of the way and will try everything to make you guys come out on top.

U - Ugly

You may have to tell him two or three times things until he does them, he forgets things easily but tries to make it up every time.

V - Vain

He takes care of himself, not out of vanity but because he likes to feel good for you. Sometimes he will ask your opinion about his clothes or his style because he cares what you think.

W - Whole (With You)

He is a whole person on him own but with you everything feels better. He doesn't need you to be happy but choosing you every day makes him feel whole.

X - Extra

He's the kind of person who wraps his love around you in the smallest gestures: a blanket over your shoulders when you fall asleep on the couch, a distracted caress when you least expect it, if company when you're studying.

Y - Yuck (What he hates)

Can't stand lies or indifference. He prefers to hear the truth, even if it's harsh, rather than be deceived or ignored.

Z - Zzz (Sleepy)

Likes to sleep peacefully but will always make sure you go to sleep first. Sometimes strokes your hair or back until he realizes you've already surrendered to sleep.

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Look at me and say it —Pedri González.

Summary: At the Barça victory celebration party, you have an argument with Pedri and it ends in what you both most desired.

Warning: Yes. +18. Smut, Pedri being an idiot, enemies to lovers, cursing, p in v, unprotected sex, sex in public.

Words count: +2.2k.

The music thundered off the walls of the elite disco, the lights burst into fleeting flashes as bodies adorned the place in their expensive and glittering attire.

It was Barcelona's «Copa del Rey» celebration party and as Fermín's best friend and Barça's number one fan, you were a VIP guest tonight and you couldn't be enjoying this more than ever.

It wasn't your first time hanging out with the guys, you had a good relationship with most of the young men and their girlfriends and had become a great group.

Just now as you were dancing and drinking with Maria, laughing while having fun for quite a while already. The guys are some around drinking or chatting, others are dancing with their families or partners and your gaze falls on one of the younger players. He looks at the dance floor with some shyness and barely smiles towards the guys, as if he wants something more.

On impulse, you approach Pau, the shy guy in the group, the one who always looks down when you talk to him and you think for some reason this is a good time to make him feel good. You try to ask him to dance, you take his hand and gently pull him towards the dance floor. He smiles at you and your body vibrates. He's cute and cuddly and really is a nice guy but his shyness and determination won't let him go any further, so you feel the need to help him.

You drag him to the dance floor even though he whines in embarrassment but you know that deep down, he wants this, to have fun. You smile encouragingly and twirl with Pau until you both laugh as you move your bodies. He touches you gently and warmly, as if he's afraid or cautious or maybe because he's a gentleman.

But a hand grabs your arm with sudden force. He holds your wrist tightly and begins to drag you away from the people, dragging you away. Pau looks at you in sorrow when you give him one last look before you are violently pushed away. You try to pull back but you are already too far away and you see no one to excuse you. Your eyes see the dark-haired man walking in front of you as he keeps pulling your arm and you do nothing to stop him. It's as if you have no choice.

He drags you down a dimly lit hallway until the music is drowned out by the large walls and the remoteness of the hallway. You stop him with a thud and manage to break free of his grip as he corners you against the hallway wall. You see him out of the corner of your eye, tall, with that hard expression he always wears when he looks at you.

"Really?" Pedro says, his dark eyes fixed on yours. "Pau?"

Your blood boils. "What the hell do you care? We were having fun"

He leans in, his smile crooked as if he knows something you don't. You shake your head, trying to dodge him to leave but he takes your hand again.

"I know exactly what kind of game this is" he mutters harshly. "And I'm not going to let you use him for your whims"

Anger pushes at you. You take a breath and walk towards him, standing firm, not caring that their noses almost touch. You're enraged and you'll let him know it. Who does he think he is?

"You're an idiot, Pedro. I just wanted him to have fun. It's not all about you, even if you love to believe it"

His laugh is low, almost a growl. His face reflects an air of superiority that makes you shiver. Before you used to think that gaze was catching and deep, that it somehow called to you and enclosed you in its aura. But now you know it's the look of just another idiot.

"Have fun? Sure. It's always a game with you, isn't it? You tease, you smile, and then you play innocent" He spits angrily.

His voice is firm and he seem to speak suspiciously. As if you owe him something. You don't respond. You just raise your head to face him. Many say that to be silent is to be granted. But you won't give him the pleasure of talking nonsense about you, much less lower yourself to his level.

"You look like you're looking for attention" he says mockingly, his gaze sweeping down your body, scanning you slowly and completely.

You roll your eyes, letting out an overwhelming sigh.

"What about you, are you the vigilante of the group now?" you spit, crossing your arms. "You can't live without meddling in what you're not supposed to"

Pedro takes a step towards you, closing the distance all at once, more than you had done before. Your back brushes against the hallway wall and the air between you becomes heavy, suffocating.

His hand doesn't touch you, but rests right next to your head, enclosing you without giving you space. His eyes roam over your face, lingering on your lips for a second that makes you swallow saliva.

"Maybe I can't" he whispers. "Maybe I can't stay out of your business"

His words break but he emphasizes the word 'your', as if he wants to generate something in you and you feel the heartbeat accelerate in your throat. You don't want to give in, you don't want to give him that power. But your body burns with that damn attraction you've been denying for weeks.

"Admit it" he murmurs, his breath brushing against your skin. "You follow me like I follow you. You want my attention but when you don't get it, you look where you shouldn't be looking"

An unhinged laugh escapes your throat as you listen to him. Maybe this could go far but you're not afraid, not at all. In fact, you like to provoke it. You like to tease him. You've done it ever since you've known him, since then you've been a back and forth of intentions.

"You're good at creating stories in your head, Pedro. You should have been a novelist before you were a footballer, you're much better at it, believe me" you pat his shoulder mockingly, his jaw tightens and he clenches it.

"And you're good at being a bitch" he spits angrily, getting defensive.

Ouch. It's supposed to hurt you to hear him say that, yet you smile at him. Honestly, you care more that you hit him in his superior, spoiled child pride, checkmate. His brow furrows in anger, his eyes are darker and his breath hitches as you smile victoriously.

"You are..." he says in his hoarse voice.

"I know, an attention-seeking bitch because I can't live without you" you mock, interrupting him in a fake voice, grimacing.

Pedri swallows saliva, tilting his head to one side, narrowing his eyes. Rage can be seen in the edge of his eyes fighting against yours. The air is suffocating. The distance is overwhelming.

And then, without further ado, his mouth collides with yours. It's a fierce kiss, without sweetness, like a battle neither of us wants to lose. The hand that was on the wall around your head, grabs you by the neck and kisses you wildly, guiding your mouth on his. He is dominant, he marks every move before he makes it, as if he had planned it and maybe he has. But you've dreamed of kissing him too, you can't deny it.

Every time you fought with him, every time you argued or teased each other, you wanted to hit him and kiss him at the same time. Just like now.

His other free hand runs up your legs, caressing the beginning of your thighs slowly. Your air is cut off for a second, your body goes into a general spasm and you can barely move. His mouth never stops mauling yours as your tongues caress each other in the heat. His fingers sneak into your skin and begin to work their way up your thighs, caressing you. A gasp escapes your lips as the heat begins to release from your body.

Your hands refuse to touch him but it is inevitable when his hand moves up to your crotch with a sharp touch, as if following an invisible line down your body. Your fingers move tangling in his hair as he finally touches you, his hand warm on your hip, pulling you closer, as if he needs to feel every line of your body against his.

The kiss is deep and hard, with some hatred but a lot of desire. Repressed desire that was burning your hearts from the moment you met until just now. The sudden desire to feel his hands roaming your body and his lips devouring you as they are doing.

The music dies out in your ears. The world is reduced to this, his mouth, his hands, the desperate heat between you. It is a war and a surrender at the same time.

When you separate, you both breathe hard. Your foreheads lean against each other, your lips swollen, and still you say nothing, because any word would break the spell.

Your hands on his chest push him away as a seductive smile plays on your lips and with a single push, you push him away from your body and turn to walk away.

However, as your body turns his hand takes yours quickly and with enough force, he pushes you over the cold wall.

A startled and surprised gasp comes out of your mouth but is almost mistaken for a gasp of pleasure. His chest sticks to your back and presses you against the wall as your face leans against it. Another gasp comes out of your mouth. But this time it's at the feel of his swollen cock in your ass, rubbing you desperately.

His hands circle around your belly and up your body, to the hollow of your breasts. You swallow saliva as his hands encircle your breasts clothed but bare with the simple silk fabric of your violet dress. Your nipples harden at his touch and he laughs teasingly but you can't respond but moan and give in.

Damn. He's not even really touching you and you feel your crotch moisten. In fact, you're pretty sure you were already aroused before you came down this hallway. Yes. When you saw him on the dance floor dancing and playing with his friends or when he gave you a murderous look from his place while you were chatting with Ferran.

Neither of you say anything, you just stand there, glued like chewing gum, as you touch each other. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you and your back rubs against his chest, seeking friction to feel his cock in your ass. His hands keep squeezing and circling your nipples, as you both gasp from the friction.

Curses come out of your mouth in whispers as he keeps touching your desperate body, his lips attaching to your neck and kissing you hard. You don't mind at all being in the middle of the hallway, it's not like so many people walk by. And anyway, this is a restricted area.

So you don't waste time touching each other. His warm hands encircle your waists and help you turn and you look at the image in front of you. His cheeks are red, as if he had run 90 minutes in the game, his skin glows in the darkness of the place and you can barely see his black eyes under the flashes of the neon lights. You bite your lips as his hands delve into your dress, you're thankful it's loose enough for him to pull it up and you're also thankful you put on black lace panties, as if you knew this was going to happen.

With your hands you take the belt of his dress pants and undo it, pulling his pants down just a little, making room for you to stroke your hard member inside his boxers. Pedri gasps, resting his head on your shoulder and biting your neck hard, returning your surprise.

His hands wrap possessively around you and you rise from the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your back slams against the wall and you gasp as you feel your abs rub against your damp panties. His eyes search yours hungrily and furiously, your mouths say nothing to each other but at the same time your gazes speak too much. His hands position themselves on your ass, squeezing you and his fingers run down the side of your panties, caressing your center as you did before, preparing you.

He sighs settling into your center, his cock eagerly jumping out of his pants to have you and who are you kidding, you can't wait to feel him inside you. You close your eyes and bite your lips as he gently slides inside you, in a delicate, smooth motion, opening your hot walls.

"Oh god" you say as it hits you completely.

"No babe, it's not God, it's me" he murmurs in your ear as he begins to penetrate you hard.

Your moans become uncontrollable as the stimulation begins to take over you. His cock hits just the right spot while his hands grip your ass possessively. Your hands take his shoulders trying to hold on, this position is not the most comfortable but it is the hottest and most pleasurable. He's in control, he always was. He lets you know it as he fucks you against the wall again and again, you're even afraid your dress might rip completely. Shit, this is heaven and he's god.

"Look at me, babe" He groans. You can barely keep your eyes open, but you make the effort. "You're my bitch, say it"

His deep voice makes you feel like you're on the verge of orgasm, or maybe because you really are.

He don't have to ask again because you are at his feet. You can't ignore the fact that he's fucking you like no one else has, smashing you against the dirty club wall. That he has your soul as his own and that you want this as much as he does.

"I'm your bitch, Pedri" You say with your gaze on his.

His smile appears on his face like another victory, while he continues to fuck you hard and passionately as if it were just another game. And in that charged silence, you know you've just crossed a line from which there is no turning back.

And you don't regret it at all.

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Even when the refs tried to rob us, we still managed to win. VISCA EL BARCAAA 💙❤️💙❤️💙

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Could you write literally anything about Eric Garcia I'm so desperate to read something about him

You're perfect —Eric García.

Summary: When you act insecure thinking that Eric doesn't want you after dating for four months and yo ride him for the first time in his car.

Warning: Yes. +18. Smut, cowgirl!reader.

Words count: +1.7k

#SEXYNOTE: I saw an edit of Eric with this song and I couldn't resist (Credits to whoever made the video on tiktok)

Night falls on the city as your eyes focus on the stars and warm breeze outside. The atmosphere is somewhat tense, there is a calm and warm silence, feeling in your chest that dizzying mix of nerves, anxiety... and something else.

You barely turn your head and see your boyfriend, sitting in the pilot's seat, concentrating on the road as he plays with his fingers on the steering wheel, following the background music melody. You bite your lip as you see him so in focus, his profile so precious that a sigh escapes your lips and he barely turns with a smile.

"What?" he asks somewhat shyly at your gaze. And you deny with a smile.

You smile hiding your anxiety but it's kind of obvious so far. Your hands rest in your lap, fidgeting, trembling a little every time Eric smiles sideways or runs his hand through his hair absentmindedly as he drives. The glasses in his eyes make you swallow saliva as your thoughts wash over you.

It's barely your fourth month dating and even though you want to take everything in stride, today you can't help but feel a little lustful for him.

It's suddenly hot, but it's not the weather: it's the way his closeness ignites your skin. It was probably the few glasses of red wine you had at dinner or the way Eric hugged you in front of his buddies when they were trying to flirt with you. Or how sexy he look today, with his white t-shirt, perfectly straightened khaki pants and black glasses adorning his angelic face.

You bite your lip, playful, daring and slide your hand slowly over his thigh. At first it's a casual brush, like someone who doesn't want anything but you see him barely tense up, gripping the steering wheel tighter. That encourages you. You draw slow circles with your fingertips, feeling the warmth that penetrates the fabric of his pants.

He says nothing but the silence grows thick between the two of you, almost tangible. He swallows saliva and out of the corner of his eye watches you, still concentrating on his throat. Your other hand caresses the nape of his neck, at his hairline, tangling your fingers in his brown fibers.

His gaze is fully directed at you as he slows down, taking caution. A seductive smile appears on your lips as his eyes shine like the stars outside and you get close enough to whisper in her ear.

"Can you pull over for a moment?" You ask in a whisper in his ear.

Then, without a word, Eric pulls off the road, stopping in a clearing where there are only trees and sky, no other car in sight. He turns off the engine, letting the sound of the wind fill the emptiness.

You turn to him but before you can joke or provoke him further, insecurity hits you unexpectedly. Eric looks at you confused and you just bite your lip nervously. You move closer to him again and shyly Eric leans in as well, melting into a sizzling kiss.

Your legs tremble as his tongue caresses yours and his hands grab you around the waist, pulling you closer and closer. Nerves build in your belly and you feel your body heat up, longing for this to turn into something more. Because you've kissed, yes, but he's never tried to go further. He's never pushed you, never let things get out of hand, never gone overboard or tried anything with you. And into that patience of yours sometimes creeps fear.

"Do you want me, Eric?" you ask, interrupting the kiss. It's a somewhat shy and low question but he hears you.

He looks at you confused, narrowing his eyes.

"Of course I do, Y/n" he states and you bite your lips as your eyes water.

"Really?" You say with some doubt. His brow furrowed.

"Why would you say that?" he quickly questions.

You shake your head, lifting your shoulders.

"Maybe I'm not the most attractive and I don't have a nice body but..." you try to say without stuttering.

"Don't say that, honey, never" he says, denying. A tear escapes your eyes and he catches it quickly, wiping it away. You lower your head in shame.

His eyes widen, hurt. He immediately takes your face in his hands, with that softness that almost breaks your heart, and says, his voice trembling but firm.

"I love you. I am in love with you. I didn't want to rush anything... I didn't want to make you feel that I only love you for your body. You are so much more to me. You are everything"

You don't let him finish. You can't. Your heart beats too fast, your body burns. You throw yourself towards him, shortening the centimeters that separate you, kissing him hungrily, with the need to show him that you understand, that you feel it too.

Your lips melt, urgent, deep. He responds to you as if he has been waiting all this time too. In between caresses and half-hearted kisses, almost without realizing it, you both end up in the backseat. Your lips keep seeking his with an urgency you can't control. He moans against your mouth, a low, rough sound that gets right under your skin. Your hands move down, roaming his chest under his shirt, feeling the frantic beating of his heart, just like yours.

He moves with you, helping you settle in, removing your jacket with hands that tremble a little, then he removes your black blouse and looks down at your body still adorned with your bra of the same color. There is infinite adoration in his eyes, as if he can't believe you are real.

Without thinking, you settle on his legs, feeling his erection press against you through your clothes, hot, demanding. Your hips move on instinct, brushing against him, and he throws his head back, letting out a broken sigh that makes you shudder.

His hands run over your skin with a reverence that takes your breath away. There is no rush, no awkwardness, just warmth, tenderness, and a restrained desire that slowly bursts forth. Each caress of his is a silent confession, a poem written on your body.

He caresses you as if you were sacred, discovering every corner of you with his lips, his hands, the trembling caresses of someone who feels too much. You help him take off his white T-shirt and caress every corner of his hard toasted skin.

You are both anxious but you take the time to caress each other, to know each other, to feel each other. You pull away a little to fetch a condom from your purse and Eric peels off his pants and barely pulls them down, settling in to help you get on top of him. You grab him by the shoulders and swallow saliva as your legs are on either side of his, Eric takes your waist and guides you onto his cock, brushing it against your wet center and ready for him.

"Please, baby..." he whispers, almost as a plea.

You pull down your underwear slowly and watch his eyes darken, his chest rising and falling violently. You are so wet that you barely chafe and gasp. You see him look at you with parted lips, as if you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life.

You settle on top of him, taking him with one hand to guide him to you. He trembles, closes his eyes, biting his lip as you lower your hips slowly, feeling him fill you completely, stretching you, making you let out a choked moan against his neck.

You ride him slowly at first, moving over him with a smooth, sensual sway, while his hands fly to your hips, clutching desperately. Every movement of yours draws a sigh from him, a restrained moan, a whisper of your name as if he aches with pleasure.

Your body against his is firm but trembling with excitement and you abandon yourself to him, sure, wanting him with the same urgent need. You both gasp and face each other as you sink slowly down his length again. Your walls open welcoming him as his eyes melt into a deep stare.

When you finally begin to move on top of him, it is with a gentleness that makes you cry silently, of relief, of love, of something greater than either of you had imagined. Eric whispers your name against your neck, caressing your waist as he helps you with his hands to mount him, kissing your chest as if trying to memorize you forever.

You move with him, slow, leisurely, attentive to every moan, every sigh that escapes his lips and yours, as if each sound were a gift he would never dare to rush. You embrace him, clinging to his shoulders, feeling the weight of his love in every heartbeat, every sigh.

When you both moan together on the verge of orgasm, Eric doesn't pull away from you. He wraps his arms around you, resting his forehead against yours, looking at you as if you were the answer to all his questions.

And in his gaze you discover the sweetest truth: you weren't just wanted. You were adored.

You break away just to look into his eyes, and you see something change in him: pure desire, raw need. It is no longer just tenderness: it is hunger. It is love and desire fused into one.

"You're perfect..." he babbles against your skin, kissing your shoulder, your collarbone, wherever he can reach. "I love you, I love you..."

His voice breaks you, and that makes you ride him harder, more devoted, seeking more of his moans, more of his love. The car creaks slightly with the movement of your bodies, the night outside seems to stop, as if the world is reduced to that small space where the two of you belong together.

"I love you too, Eric" your hands caress the hair on the back of his neck while your noses play.

Your bodies meet again and again, sweaty, trembling, between gasps and broken sighs. He caresses your back, licks your neck, presses you against him as if he fears losing you at any moment.

Innocence is lost amidst the onslaught, the hungry kisses, the desperate caresses.

He looks at you as if he will never let you go again.

And when you climax, trembling in his embrace, feeling him follow you a few seconds later, you both cling to each other, exhausted, overwhelmed, loving each other as if it were the first and last time.

You end up collapsing against his chest, feeling his heart galloping wildly beneath your ear.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders, stroking your hair as he kisses your forehead with infinite tenderness.

"There is nothing in this world I want more than you" he murmurs, as you, still riding him, let yourself fall into his embrace, feeling that, now you have given him absolutely everything.

And in the warm silence of the early morning, you know there is no turning back. You are his. Completely.

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I’m not sure if you ended up writing the eric garcia x cowgirl, but if you didn’t, would it be possible for it to happen? I just saw the poll, late ik, and now is a necessity for me to read that. Thank u sooooo much ur writing is amazing

Yes. It's really happening. So look forward to it 🤭 Thank you, babe 💗💌

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Morning, sunshine —Marc Guiu.

Summary: A morning of love after several months apart from Marc.

Warning: Yes. +18. Smut, vanilla sex.

Words count: +1.3k

You wake up with the faint light of dawn filtering through the curtain, finding yourself in a shared bed where the past night is still felt in every corner. The fragrance of her skin and the soft echo of his caresses accompany you as you open your eyes. After so long apart, you longed for this reunion and the night had been a balm for the soul, a reminder of what you were both capable of feeling when you met.

With a half-sleepy smile, you turn your head and see him, still asleep with the calm that only deep rest can offer. Your fingers gently caress his pale skin, following an invisible pattern with your fingertips on his skin, he barely moves and you smile to see him resting so placidly. Each stroke of his face tells the story of emotions relived, of passion unleashed and tenderness shared in a silent embrace. Slowly, you approach and place a soft kiss on his forehead, a gesture full of love and complicity.

He barely opens his eyes and looks at you with his smile while you watch him with your elbow raised from above. He slowly wakes up and as he meets your gaze, his eyes show the same thirst for closeness that you feel. Marc turns and seeks to hide in your body, drawing you to him. He wraps his hands around you and drags you across the bed with a giggly chuckle as you both touch each other.

"Good morning, baby" you say in a soft, honeyed voice. Marc smiles towards you.

"Good morning, sunshine" he replies kissing the tip of your nose tenderly.

A small rose escapes your lips from the touch of your warm skin and the tickle of your warmth.

The awakening is of sensations whispers of breath, the caress of warmth on your skin and that latent desire that seemed to have dissipated with distance and time, but now resurfaces with strength. You feel full of gratitude and longing, wishing to recover every lost instant, every instant in which the touch of his hands became a reunion with the essence of who he really is. His eyes look at you sleepily but he tries hard not to let you out of his sight, while your hands caress his cheeks softly. His hands embrace your belly and he rests his pear on your chest to look up at you as you smile and sit.

"That's enough" you murmur running his gaze over with your hands slightly blushing.

"I can't help it" he says in his husky voice, making you sigh.

You hide a nervous laugh with your red cheeks. Marc bites his lips and you shake your head still feeling his deep gaze on yours.

"You look so gorgeous I want to eat you up" he whispers still watching you.

"Even with my hair a mess?" you laugh grabbing him by the cheeks.

Your palms caress his soft skin, feeling the delicacy of your touch.

"Even with your hair a mess" he states with a grimace crinkling his face.

A warm silence embraces you as you gaze deeply into each other's eyes, the warmth of your skins begins to release from the sheets and your hearts boil with love.

"I missed you so much, baby" he says hugging you with his arms.

No words are needed, the intimacy of last night and the mutual understanding fill the atmosphere. Only your morning laughter and slow breaths are heard in chorus.

His fingers run down your back, when you are facing each other from the side, he strokes your hair and then continues down your back, while you hold his face delicately. He invites you to caress him and with measured, delicate movements, you begin a slow ritual of love. His hands gently explore every inch of your skin, tenderly rediscovering what time had left on pause.

The rhythm is slow, almost ritualistic. Each caress is a poem in motion, a promise that distance, though hurtful, could not extinguish the flame you both carry inside. You look at each other, smile at each other and in that gaze the past, the present and the future merge. The connection is deep, a bridge that joins two souls that have met again after a long absence.

In the midst of soft kisses and whispers full of emotion, intimacy is transformed into an almost ceremonial act of love. His kisses and caresses become hotter as you embrace his waist with your leg, opening yourself for him. Marc positions himself between your legs and ready, you melt in pleasure with a unison moan. There is no rush in your movements, each gesture is a celebration of life and union, a dance in which desire is clothed in calm and respect. The touch of their bodies is a silent language, a dialogue without words that is expressed in caresses that heal and kisses that reaffirm the commitment to meet again and again.

It is slow, careful and above all overwhelming. Overwhelming of his love, of his delicacy to touch you, of his passion to love you. The moans of pleasure are appeased by his deep kisses, while he continues to make love to you as no one has ever made love to you. His cock fits perfectly inside you, slapping against your button as your belly roars with pleasure. His mouth moves to your breasts and he caresses your nipples with his tongue as your back arches against him. He positions his forehead to yours as his penetrations become more ragged and brutish, both of you panting eagerly to peak. Your foreheads together as you stare at each other with the sun's rays beating down on your sweaty skins. You can't help but admire his angelic face as he seeks to climax and waits for you, focused on making you both enjoy yourselves.

He catches your lips again caressing your skin and bringing you to the peak in a single ascent. Pleasure disperses through your body as you both gasp, as you reach orgasm at the same time. Your walls squeeze his phallus and Marc releases inside you, feeling his hot liquid inside your being.

"I love you so much, princess" he whispers as he nestles you against his chest.

Your hands rest gently on his warm chest, feeling the pounding of his fluttering heart.

"I love you too, Marc" you say in the same way as his arms gently wrap around you again, as if he will try to protect and care for you.

The morning is filled with a warm light that embraces every corner of the room and in that serene atmosphere, you comfort each other, you rediscover each other. Love manifests itself in the delicacy of each touch, in the softness of each kiss, in the reunion with what both had longed for during your separation. Intimacy, far from being a mere physical act, becomes a communion of souls, the silent language of two hearts beating in unison.

With each sigh, with each gesture, you celebrate the beauty of being together again, of recovering what distance tried to take away from you. And in that awakening, in that shared dawn, you promise each other, without words, that you will never again allow time or distance to stand in the way of your love.

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your blog is so ✨✨✨

Thank you so much honey ✨💗

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A to Z —Lewis Hamilton.

Summary: NSFW Alphabet with Lewis.

Warning: Yes. +18. Smut, headcanon.

Words count: +900.

A - Aftercare

After sex, he pulls you close, your body molded to his, whispering soft words against your skin. He kisses your hair, tucks you under the covers, and strokes your back until you fall asleep safe in his arms.

B - Body Part

His favorite part of your body? Your eyes because he can see your soul in them. Yours on him? His hands strong, warm, always capable of making you feel wanted and worshiped.

C - Cum

He loves feeling you lose yourself first and only when he knows you've fallen apart in his arms does he let himself go, while you are on birth control pills, he would definitely finish inside you.

D - Dirty Secret

His dirty little secret? Sometimes he dreams about taking you somewhere semi-public, where only he knows how wrecked you are under your clothes, keeping you close and pretending nothing is happening while he whispers filthy things in your ear.

E - Experience

He’s experienced, yes but not just in touch. In patience. In reading you. In knowing when to go slow and when to lose control because with you, it’s never just about sex, it’s about devotion.

F - Favorite Position

Any position where he can see your face. He wants to watch you fall apart, memorize every little gasp and shiver you gift him.

G - Goofy

There are moments when he can't help but chuckle like when your hair gets wild or you both knock into each other clumsily. But when it gets intense, when you're trembling under him, he becomes deadly serious, worshipping every breath you take.

H - Hair

He keep it natural down there, maybe trimmed a little, maybe not but he loves it either way. In you, he really doesn't care at all, you decide.

I - Intimacy

During sex, it feels like the world falls away. He talks to you, praises you, tells you how beautiful you are with every movement, until you forget where you end and he begins.

J - Jack off

He doesn’t do it often not when he can have the real thing, not when he can taste your skin and hear you moan his name. When he does, he thinks of you: your mouth, your laugh, your scent.

K - Kink

His secret kink? Power exchanges not about controlling you but about seeing you trust him completely, giving yourself to him knowing he’d never, ever hurt you.

L - Location

Anywhere you feel safe. But he dreams about lazy Sunday mornings in the kitchen, or late nights on the balcony when only the stars are watching.

M - Motivation

You. Always you. The way you look at him, the way you breathe his name, the way your fingers curl into his shirt when you need him closer.

N - No

He would never hurt you. Never humiliate you. Never treat you like less than the universe he’s lucky enough to hold.

O - Oral

Giving or receiving? He loves giving more. Watching you fall apart under his mouth is one of his favorite things slow, relentless, until you beg without words.

P - Pace

He loves starting slow, savoring every kiss, every sigh but when you pull him closer, whispering that you need him now, he gives in without hesitation, losing himself in you completely.

Q - Quickie

He loves long, slow lovemaking but sometimes, when he’s desperate for you, when he can't wait another second, a quickie against the wall or the kitchen counter leaves you both shaking and laughing.

R - Risk

He’s willing to take small risks a hand under your dress in public, stealing kisses that linger too long but only when he knows you're just as breathless for it as he is.

S - Stamina

He’s the kind of man who doesn’t just stop after one round. He wants to see you wrecked, see you blissed out, again and again and he'll keep going until you're too tired to whisper his name.

T - Toy

He’s curious, open if you want to use toys, he’s all in. Anything that makes you moan louder, anything that leaves you glowing with satisfaction.

U - Unfair

He loves teasing you tracing slow, maddening circles along your thighs, kissing every inch except where you ache for him. He loves making you beg... just a little.

V - Volume

You’re the louder one, gasping, crying out his name, and he adores it. He’s more controlled low, rough grunts and whispered promises only you are allowed to hear.

W - Wild Card

One night, he surprised you by lighting candles everywhere, soft music playing, sheets still warm from the dryer. He undressed you like unwrapping the greatest gift he’s ever received and spent hours just loving you until you were too dazed to do anything but cling to him.

X - X-ray

He’s blessed thick and heavy but more than anything, he knows how to use it, how to take his time, how to listen to your body more carefully than any words could ever tell.

Y - Yearning

His desire for you never fades. Even when you’re apart for days, even after fights or long, exhausting days, one look from you can undo him completely.

Z - Zzz

After sex, he doesn’t just fall asleep. He wraps you in his arms, pulls you onto his chest, and breathes with you until your heartbeats slow together, like two halves of the same soul finally finding peace

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I WANT THEM BOTH

Ferràn Torres and Eric Garcia after Ferràn scored the equalizer during the Copa del Rey final, 2025 💙❤️

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So proud of this team, los amo 💙❤️💙❤️

Photos by: FC Barclona

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Pedri and Gavi after the game ❤️

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I love them!!!!

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The type of Boyfriend

—Carlos Sainz.

Summary: What it would be like to be in a romantic relationship with Carlos?

Warning: none. Cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

Words count: +900.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who couldn't resist stealing kisses from you at any time, even if you're in the middle of the street or in a boring meeting.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would text you at 3 a.m. just to tell you that he dreamed about you and that he misses you already.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who, when he sees you crying, would gently lift your chin, look you in the eyes and swear to make you smile again.

Carlos is the kind of boyfriend who would give you a handbag or a perfume from every place he travels to for work.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who, in the middle of winter, would hide his cold hands in your sweater just to tease you and then hug you tightly to warm you up.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would laugh if you fell, hit or something happens to you and then he would worry.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would tickle you just to hear you laugh, even if you have to 'get even' with him afterwards.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would make up silly excuses to see you for five more minutes, even if you've already said goodbye three times.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would ask you to dance in the kitchen while you prepare dinner, as if the world was just for the two of you.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would get jealous of his sisters when you give them more attention than him.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would watch you sleep as if you were his greatest miracle, stroking your hair slowly so as not to wake you up.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would drag you to the gym.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who, when he is traveling, would look for any small object to bring you as a "souvenir" and make you feel that he always thought of you.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would let you get his number tattooed on your body.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would write you long letters when he can't find the words to tell you everything he feels in person.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would plan secret getaways with you, just to have weekends where nothing exists but you and him.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who, even if you fight, would still bring you coffee in bed in the mornings because his love does not understand pride.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would propose to you to go to see the sunrise, just to hug you while the sun paints their skin golden.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who would love to travel the world with you but would also be happy just holding your hand at the supermarket.

Carlos is the type of boyfriend who doesn't need a thousand reasons to love you; just seeing you breathing next to him is enough for him to know that he doesn't want to be anywhere else.