#Tanto/Reader

[scarlett-ggv]

A dinner with my husband

The envious will say it is false. 😘😘😘

[cicala-05]

E da ieri sera (o forse anche più) che mi immagino questo scenario con Dazai:

Dopo una giornata faticosa o meno stare sdraiati sul futon con Dazai, lui sdraiato sulla schiena mentre tu di lato e con la testa appoggiata sul suo petto, dove puoi ascoltare abbastanza bene il suo cuore. Ma poi all'improvviso il suo cuore si ferma per poi iniziare a battere in un modo strano, sta usando il codice morse per parlarti, o per dire di qualcosa di carino o di super stupido. Probabilmente se ti spaventi per questo o comunque non ti piace quando il suo cuore batte in modo irregolare, lo farà più spesso perché si diverte a vedere la tua faccia preoccupata per quei secondi per poi realizzare quello che sta facendo.

[thedaisycrownwitch]

Guess who let their intrusive thoughts win and actually published a 13 hours fanfic...its not done. But the brainworms are there, like the tadpole from Baldurs Gate 3.

Anywhere here ya go...I'll regret this, probably...

[star-mum]

nothing gets my creative juices flowing quite like having some writing assignment to procrastinate

[minnoue]

SO CUTE 😭 all the interactions are so real

𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀 | OS

sae itoshi x fem reader ; words: 10k (10.051)

plot: having just arrived in spain, Sae notices that he's having trouble learning spanish. so he's advised to download an online game, but he never expected to play with the country's champion, who unexpectedly... is a girl?!. what if he has a crush on this girl who lives kilometres away from him?

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ; take a look, trust me!

SAE ITOSHI knew he was a genius, whether it was sports or anything else besides school. He was Japan's rising prodigy, having just moved countries just to undergo training that would bring him to absolute perfection. If that meant he wasn't a genius, then he didn't know what was. He had skills that kids his age didn't have, whether it was dribbling or simply passing the ball to a teammate, who was usually his younger brother Rin. He had the potential to become one of the best in the world, if not the best, at the tender age of 13, when the kids at his old school were still just starting to decide what to do as an after school job. He knew he was a genius, a prodigy

What he knew all too well was that school and its activities were not for him. Not that he did not have the ability, but objectively he had spent more time on the field than in the classroom since he was a child. The time that technically should have been spent at school was spent perfecting his technique or competing in some tournament in his prefecture, and all of this was impacting his ability to learn something new academically, like a new language. He was no longer in Japan

Japan and Spain were different

Japanese and Spanish were different

And of course, inside a football school in the center of Spain, in Madrid, he couldn't bring himself to speak Japanese anymore. For the first few days he tried, but no one understood him; then he tried with English, but that didn't work very well either. Sooner or later he would have to learn Spanish, and that moment had come true exactly one week after his arrival, when the coach had advised him to attend the free course that the school offered to foreign soccer players

He hated it, but he had started talking a little

"Mi nombre es Sae, mi apellido es Itoshi... mi deporte favorido es el futbol, yo soy un jugador de futbol de el club de el ReAl..." the boy repeats under his breath, writing down in his notebook the sentences that his mind formulates. Spanish was not like Japanese, which was written in a completely different way. It was a bit complicated, but he would never admit it out loud. Furthermore, he was the only one in his class, besides his teacher. The other foreign players had left, at least he knew that, already knowing a basic level of the language. Not him

"Still having trouble, Sae?" asks the man, leaning over to read the boy's notebook. He didn't dislike the professor, but his subject "No" says the boy, even though he doesn't yet know how to write the word 'apellido'. The teacher looks at the notebook for a few more seconds, then sighs as he sits down in the chair next to the boy, who watches him. He knew very well that he was stressing the man with his mistakes, very often made also due to few attention. He didn't blame him when he was nervous precisely because of him "You know, Sae... I think you have a problem with Spanish. I mean, you can write it pretty well and you're starting to speak it a little bit with the team members, I know that... but you're constantly forgetting it. You're forgetting the basics because you don't have something that's constantly pushing you to speak or write it" says the man, and this catches the attention of the little striker "Excuse me, what?" says the boy, seeing the man having a bit of difficulty explaining it to him "I don't even know how to explain it to you well. I've been teaching foreign members of ReAl for years but no one has ever been like you. You know, but you forget. You can say a sentence in perfect Spanish now and not know a basic rule of grammar in twenty seconds" says the man, and this makes the Japanese kid turn up his nose a little "Do you have proof of that?" asks "Can you tell me the names of the soccer roles in Spanish?" the man asks, and Sae thinks about it "Portero, centrocampista, defensor... atacante" says the boy, and the man nods "Good. And the '!' rule? How does it work?" he asks, and this time it's Sae who sighs. He doesn't even remotely remember it

The man nods, taking the notebook from him as he writes something on it "The '!' should be placed at the beginning of the sentence and at the end of the sentence, if it is an exclamation. At the beginning '¡' and at the end '!'" he writes and repeats aloud, and Sae can't help but admit that he's right. The room where they are both is silent for a few seconds, then the man writes something else in the notebook, placing it in front of him. Sae looks down, reading the name of something he has heard before "Futbolandia?" he reads aloud, and the man nods "It's an online game. It's about soccer, so you should like it. You can talk to other Spanish people while you play, or write in the chat, in Spanish of course. My daughter plays it, that's why I know it" the man says, and Sae looks at him a little perplexed "I've never played video games, not even when I was in Japan. I find them boring" he explains, but the teacher silences him almost immediately "You'll learn to love them. You want to become the best in the world, right? If you can't even beat a boss in this game, how can you expect to get to the Champions League?"

And so, in his dorm which was basically a small apartment, Sae was putting the game card into the console he had received thanks to the team staff. He still thought video games were boring, but proving the teacher right would have cost his dearly young ego. So he had spent a part of his salary to take this game online, which actually cost really little. Thanks to the internet he understood that it was simply a game where you were a soccer player without a salary, and the more you beat people online in random matches the more the teams offered money to join their team. The teams were real ones, like ReAl or the Italian Ubers, or even teams created by users. The more you entered a famous and rich league the higher your salary went, and once you reached a certain amount of fake money you could create your own team or become president of a group of teams. The game wasn't that boring, maybe

Sitting on the edge of his bed with the joystick in his hand the television turns on, revealing the game's start screen. After registration, an avatar appears that can be customized, and Sae had decided to change only the color of his hair, opting for a reddish color. He was a little more like his avatar now. He had started "play" immediately after, happening in the first game: they were all members probably newly registered like him, since they had no visible salary. There was voice chat open, but for the moment he preferred to remain silent: he heard people screaming in Spanish, and he understood little of what they were saying as they played. It wasn't time to talk

Unexpectedly, the game was more interesting than he thought. It had basic rules, but the online casual games were fun enough to play. And so, from having a zero salary, a few hours later his avatar already had the possibility of joining a team, since the real and created ones had made him offers. However, he had not yet spoken in the voice chat, still a little perplexed. As he waited for the new game to load, Sae noticed that his avatar had been matched with a much higher level team. The team was called "Kombucha Salty", which made him chuckle a bit. As the match begins, Sae notices how the team is noticeably very strong, but he also notices how the voice chat is calm, not full of shouts like he has always heard it until now. And until now he has always heard only male voices. Now, among the many, a female one stands out, and it's quite pretty. He doesn't even know why, but the calm reassures him that he can open the voice chat this time

"Hola" says the boy, and for a few seconds everyone is silent "What player are you?" asks a male voice "The number 27" replies Sae, and he can hear more than one person nodding "You're great" says someone else "Thanks" replies the boy, but he's trying to hear the female voice again, which has suddenly disappeared since he spoke. The match continues, the team scores the first goal "That was a good pass, right Y/n?" asks a male voice "It was!" the female voice replies

Sae, hearing the voice, stops moving the joystick for a few seconds. He hears the girl giggling, while she continues to play her game. It's strange to hear her talking among the many male voices surrounding her and her avatar, but it's as if he can separate her just to hear her voice. It is a particularly beautiful voice to his ears, which could easily be that of some singer; it's almost melodious, even though he has always heard many female voices, whether it is his mother's or his classmate's. But this one, this one he likes more than he normally should like a single voice

"Are you still alive, madridfan?" the voice asks, and Sae comes to life, moving his joystick "What? How did you call me?" he asks, and the female giggles "With your username. You have to earn a certain amount of salary to change it to a personalized one" she says, and her avatar passes the ball "I thought I had it set up differently. But then, why madridfan?" he asks, a little perplexed as he tries to steal the ball "The site creates the usernames by taking the position where the users play and putting the word 'fan' next to it. Are you from Madrid?" he asks, and Sae nods "I'm in Madrid at the moment" he replies, and the girl nods "Madrid is beautiful. My mother often sends me photos of the city, she lives there" the girl says, and Sae is intrigued "Aren't you from Madrid too?" he asks "No. I lived there for a little while when I was little, but I don't remember anything" the girl says, and her avatar freezes for a few seconds, then starts moving against the ball again "Do you like Madrid?" she asks, and he huffs a bit "Quite. I haven't visited it properly yet" he admits, stealing the ball as his avatar starts running, followed by the girl's "I thought you were born there. But you actually have a foreign accent. You speak good Spanish, though. You even know how to play this damn game" she replies, and he nods "Thanks. I'm Japanese, actually" he says, the ball approaching the net "Are you in Spain for a vacation?" she asks, stealing the ball "Sort of" he admits, and the girl giggles "Cool"

The game goes on in silence, proving quite difficult for both. Sae often tries to signal goals, but each time the girl's avatar steals the ball from him, passing it to another player. It's not stupid that she has such a high salary, after all she is really good. Also, the strange thing for him is that she is a woman: not that he has any prejudice, or maybe he does, but he has never seen soccer or online games about soccer as something for girls. The girls in his school preferred classic dance, instead of soccer. He has always been used to this, furthermore his prefecture did not have a women's soccer team. They were two opposite things for him, soccer and women

But this Y/n was damn strong at this game

The ball, in a last ditch attempt, is passed to a member of the team, who however has it stolen by a member of the girl's team, who immediately passes it to her. Her avatar runs so fast that it is impossible to catch up, while the ball quickly approaches the net, scoring a goal. The boys' voices explode in a satisfied scream while Sae, annoyed, puts the joystick down next to him. It was a pretty tough match, but he wanted to win, a bit like in everything he does. But when he hears the girl's carefree laughter, his annoyance vanishes a bit. The end of game appears on the screen, marking the last 5 seconds before voice chat closes. Sae doesn't know what to say, he was so fascinated by the girl's voice that he is surprised that now he has to abandon her, with the absolute certainty of not being able to hear her anymore. After all, these are random matches, there is little or no chance of ending up in a match a second time. It all started and ended in less than 15 minutes, that perhaps marked him a bit

He didn't even know why he was reacting this way, so out of character. Maybe it was the lack of home that made him react this way. Maybe the voice sounded a little like his mother's or Rin's, that's why he was so surprised. After all, he had left Japan relatively recently. Maybe this really was the cause, even if he didn't believe it was

The game officially closes voice chat, displaying Sae's profile screen, complete with his avatar and a slight increase in his salary. The girl is officially gone, her voice no longer filling his dorm room. Sae feels a strange sensation in his chest, he can't explain how and it bothers him; he's never been good with words, he knows that, but why can't he explain to himself this sudden attachment to such a trivial thing, a voice?. It's as if, since he arrived here, these 15 minutes were the most peaceful he's ever lived. He would never admit it, but his life is so complicated now that he often doesn't even have time to think. It's different from being at home in Japan, with Rin scoring goals thanks to his passes and the crowd cheering every time the ball ends up in the net. Here he has even more precise timetables than he already had in Japan, and although he got used to them right away, sometimes he finds it tiring to do everything, whether it's training or just spending time in the cafeteria with his teammates. This voice, on the other hand, seemed to have calmed him down, letting him think and breathe. It's so strange

So, while he picks up the joystick again, he decides to at least look at the girl's profile. He goes to the section of users he has recently interacted with, and clicks on the icon that resembles that of the girl's profile: what is shown before his eyes is practically the perfect account, probably one with such high ratings that he has never seen anywhere else. The account features all kinds of things available from the game, be it uniforms or special badges, while above the girl's avatar appears a writing that surprises Sae even more "#1 Official of Spain", title inserted by the game itself. He expected her to be strong, he had seen her playing, but not that strong. Yet, the title stood out on the account tab, which made Sae even more curious about the girl

On her profile she was listed as the president of the largest group of teams in Spain, president of 15 of the 25 in the league. Her salary had 10 zeros, making the number even difficult to pronounce. She was listed as having been in charge of the title for more than 6 months, while the registration had only taken place 10 months before. If this wasn't strange or surprising, Sae didn't know what was. How could she have come up with such a title in such a short time? How much time did she actually spend on the video game? Was she one of those unemployed adult women who found satisfaction in online games?

Nah, she couldn't have been an adult. Her voice was too shrill for that, maybe she was even younger than him. But this was impossible, since the minimum age of the game was 13, so maybe she was a little older than him. This did not change how surprising the result was, so surprising that Sae didn't immediately notice the notification at the side of the screen

"Kombucha Salty" offered you a new salary"

Without even seeing the offer, Sae had clicked accept. He didn't even know why he was doing that, after all, what were the chances that it was that girl who sent him the offer? Besides, only presidents were allowed to send offers, and he wasn't sure if she was the president of that team

The console screen showed the page dedicated to the team he had just joined, marking which members were active and which were not. The team's personal voice chat was open, but did not show who was in. Honestly, he didn't really care about making a fool of himself if he went in and out once he was sure she wasn't in the voice chat, he just cared about hearing her voice again and knowing she was there. Maybe he was exaggerating, after all he didn't know anything about her and the team, but there was something in him that told him he had to check, and now

Entering the chat, Sae noticed that no one was talking about soccer, but more about very random things, like school. There were about 5 or 6 people online, but he immediately recognized the girl, who was probably talking to a friend of hers. As soon as he entered many fell silent, everyone but her "You again, madridfan?" the girl asks, but not in a mean tone, more in a joking way. Sae nods, a little uncertain "Me again. Someone offered me entry to the club" the boy says "It was me" the girl says, and Sae can swear that for the first time since he's been here in Spain, he feels a small smile form on his lips. Luckily it's all online, it would have been embarrassing to see him smile "Oh. Thank you"

The girl giggles, a sound that makes the boy's muscles relax a bit "You were pretty strong in the game, I must admit! We only want strong members here, members who hate Kombucha"

This is the comment that makes Sae frown. He loves Kombucha, it's practically his favorite thing in the world. Especially the salty one, it's delicious

"The club name is misleading. I thought you liked Kombucha... not that I do" he says, and she nods "I know. That's why the group is strong, because we create confusion!" she says happily, and some of the men laugh with her. It's not exactly the answer he was expecting, he didn't even expect to lie about his tastes, but at the moment doing so seems like the right option. Sae nods, thinking a bit "I see. Cool" he says, and the girl seems a little uncertain "Don't tell me you like Kombucha" she says, and he shakes his head as if she can see it "No" he says, and she snorts "You're not telling me the truth!" he says, and Sae is a little in trouble "What would be the consequences?" he asks, and he hears her giggle "The enormous wrath of the champion of Spain" she says, and this makes him relax a little "I can't imagine how big it's. Bigger than the whole Japan" he says, and she laughs even louder "Of course! Wait, which is bigger, Japan or Spain?" she asks, and this makes the boy think a little, confused "I think Spain?"

In that moment, Sae hears his phone ring. He turns around, noticing the time on the screen: he should have been at practice for 5 minutes already, yet he is still sitting on his bed, and the coach is calling him. Before he even has a chance to hear the girl respond, he disconnects the voice chat, grabbing his phone and his workout bag, and storming out of his apartment. He was never late, he was always punctual, and yet that simple girl had made him lose track of time. He hated being late, but now he hated not being able to hear the girl's voice even more. It was strange, all

So, during the 4 consecutive hours of training, Sae did nothing but think about this strange situation. While kicking the ball he thought about how the girl could be physically and character wise, and he didn't know why but he imagined her with short black hair. She was probably a little older than him, maybe 15, but he wasn't sure. He just knew he wanted to talk to her one more time, and then another, and another. She had completely changed the cold and weird nature of the boy, who maubey was looking for a minimum of affection and compliments, the ones he was used to at home in Japan, from someone. And that someone seemed to be her, suddenly

Back in his apartment, hours later, he remembered that he had left the console with the game on. He had been running, so it remained as he had left it. It wasn't that strange after all, but as he approached the screen he noticed how there was a +1 on the private chat, something he had never used. It could have been anyone, right?

"I checked, and Spain is bigger"

The bag hit the floor as he reached for the joystick, typing the letters as quickly as possible

"I expected that. Although I think there is little difference between the two countries. Maybe Japan has more inhabitants"

"I don't think so"

She was also quick to respond to his messages

"I should be worried about having... wait, your name is Y/n, right?"

"Yeah! Can I know yours? Maybe you heard mine from other members of the voice chat"

"My name is Sae. Yes, I heard it from other members. I hope it doesn't bother you"

"Why should it bother me? I'm chiller than you think"

"I see. I expected more aggression from the country's champion"

"Only with those who don't cooperate with me during the random games. Usually I don't even bother talking, I just laugh"

"Cool"

"Do you only know how to use cool at your age?"

"You don't even know how old I am"

"I think about 15. Maybe less"

"I have 13, actually"

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY THE SAME AGE AS ME???"

"are you 13 too?"

"YEAH!!!"

"I thought you were a few years older than me, honestly. But your high pitched voice gave my theory away"

"Is it really that high pitched? I thought you were older just because of your tone of voice, but maybe it's just the Japanese accent that makes it deeper than it really is"

"It could. Do you understand Japanese?"

"You're the first Japanese person I know, honestly. I've never left Spain and I speak English well... but that's it"

"It's not a small thing to know two languages. I know Japanese because well, I am, but my Spanish is not that good. For now"

"I think the opposite, honestly! You have really good pronunciation, maybe just a little bit in the grammar when you speak... but it doesn't really show that much"

"I have to improve. I have little time to do it"

"Before returning to Japan?"

"More or less"

"I can help you. If you have time, we can play a few games together before I go to sleep. Only if you teach me a little about Japan, though"

"Yes, it can be done. Which server?"

"Wait, I'll send you the link"

This girl was strange, but strangely so easy to get along with. Bedtime games had turned into all night gaming sessions, something Sae had never done; he held his nightly routine sacred, yet it was 2:00 AM and he was still talking to this girl on voice chat, playing yet another game. He wasn't tired, he liked listening to her talk and helping him with his pronunciation. Also, he had the chance to speak Japanese again after a long time, so it was fine with him. The conversations were calm, not going on any serious topic, at least not for that moment: the girl had told him about another girl in her school that she couldn't stand, and he had told him about his younger brother Rin, who he teased about his chubby cheeks. They were normal things, as teenagers as they both were, and yet they sounded so important to Sae's ears, that he didn't miss a single word that came out of the girl's mouth. Maybe he reacted like this, with so much attention, because he actually had no one to talk to about the normal things of adolescence, neither here nor at home

At home in Japan, he was the budding striker prodigy, already famous for his nascent career

Here in Spain the other teenagers like him were busy training for the team of ReAl

Everyone, both at home and here, treated him for what he was, a prodigy. No one treated him for what he really was but which he also hid a little because of his cold nature, that is, a simple teen

Yet this girl didn't know who Sae was, she didn't know anything about him. She didn't treat him differently. They were just chatting like two teenagers would, with an unusual, at least for him, tranquility. It wasn't a given, not at all

"I think I have to go to sleep. We can play tomorrow afternoon, if you want" says the girl after yet another match won, while Sae has tired and sleepy eyes "I don't know if I'm free. In the evening?" he asks, and she nods while her avatar goes offline "Okay. Goodnight, Sae"

The boy turned off the console, while he too was hugging the warm blankets, with the noise of the cars of Madrid in the background. He had recently downloaded that game and yet he was already thinking that it had been one of the best decisions of his life. He would think about the tiredness due to the lack of hours of sleep when he woke up

The next morning, while he was lazily getting ready for practice, he turned on the console just out of curiosity. Not for any reason in particular... maybe. Or at least he liked to believe so. And just as he was logging into the game, a notification appeared on the screen. It came from her

"You didn't specify whether you go to school or not, but if so, have a good day!"

"Thank you. You too"

And so, for the next two weeks after that night, Sae found himself spending every night locked in his dorm, voice chat on and a few drops of eye drops. He had started skipping gym before going to sleep, or rushing to dinner at the canteen, just to turn on the console before. He always played with her, both as a duo and as a team, but honestly he didn't care much about the mode, he just liked hearing her voice and hearing her laugh every time a move went wrong. She treated him like he was normal, while outside that room everyone was scrutinizing him every second of his life; it was a way to break away from the expectations of an entire nation, or maybe two, to be with her. Maybe he was getting soft, he who for 13 years of his life had categorically hated video games, all because of a single voice to which he didn't even give a face, given that in fact neither of them had ever spoken about themselves in an extremely personal way. Not that it weighed on him that much, but he was extremely curious to see who this voice belonged to, which he was starting to dream about even at night, in the few hours when the console was off

“Can I ask you something?” the girl asks, and Sae pauses the game “Tell me” he says, a little curious “Would it be weird if I asked for your phone number? We could just talk... more, if you want"

If this was the god of soccer who was pardoning him after years of pure sacrifice towards this sport, Sae had to thank him, really deeply

"It's not a problem. I'll write it to you in chat" says the boy, but he can't repress the little smile that has formed on his lips, which haven't curved like this for a while now. A small, chuckle can be heard from the voice chat, and Sae couldn't ask for more. What the hell was happening to him?

A few hours later, with his console off and one more contact on his phone, Sae was lying on his bed talking to the girl. He still had to read the messages his parents and his brother Rin had sent him, but he had promised himself that he would do it shortly before falling asleep. Talking to her through messages wasn't that different in the end, but deep down he liked the fact that it was their chat, and that no one else but the two of them had the chance to see what they were talking about. Not that they were serious topics, no, not that yet, it was already a miracle that she had given him her number, honestly if he had been in the same situation he wouldn't have trusted it online. But she was her, he didn't know her very well yet but she didn't seem like a bad person to him. He had never trusted the online world so much, in Japan it was often a place for perverts or anime fanatics, which disgusted him a little, not for the fact itself but for the way these weirdos behaved. It was a bit of a strange place, and even if he wanted to he didn't have time, at home, to be online: if in Japan there were many training sessions, here they had tripled

"Anyway. Do you have any other friends online?"

"You're the first. I've never been online, actually. I didn't have the time or the inclination, honestly"

"This is not cool. I practically live online! jk, but I spend a lot of time there. So I'm your first friend?"

"If you want to put it that way, yes"

"This is cool tho! Wait, so you don't know much about friendship stages, right?"

"Not very much. Zero"

"OH. so you don't know about face reveals or voice reveals...? we skipped the voice stage, but okay. it's normal"

"I don't know anything about it"

"Then, wait"

Before he realized it a picture of a girl appeared on his screen. It was her, it was definitely her. And hell, to say she was beautiful was an understatement, he hadn't expected that. I mean, she was pretty, sure, but this was beyond his standards. She had done it so unexpectedly that he remained staring at her for a few seconds, practically enchanted. He had seen many girls his age but perhaps now the spanish girls, especially her, had an extra place on his list. He noticed the second message after at least a minute

"This is me. It's a face reveal. You don't have to do it, just do it when you feel ready!"

And before he even knew it, he was already sending a photo of himself, one from a few days earlier. Not that there was much difference

"It's okay?"

"MORE THAN OKAY. I imagined you with dark hair, but you're cute, Sae!"

He had received many compliments, but all about his talent, about his ability to play without appearing tired. Never about his physical appearance, it wasn't common

"My brother and my father have dark hair. I could have taken after them"

"Wait, no! I like your reddish. it's special. now I understand why you put your hair that way, on your avatar"

"You are right"

It was from that moment that Sae began to realize that he had a soft spot for that girl. Y/n was simple, she didn't know who he really was, she treated him like no one else treated him. He liked being thought of as normal, at least in his room, when he was on a call with the girl. He could easily be the prodigy of Japan outside his dorm and still be Y/n's online friend. He liked the balance that had transformed during the first weeks, which had now transformed into three months. It was a bit of a special time for Sae, soon he would have his first U-18 match as a member of ReAl. He wasn't anxious, he trusted in his knowledge, but he was worried about something else, something that seemed huge to him, like a big heavy rock: he didn't know if she followed soccer. In fact, she had never said anything very personal about herself, maybe she was reserved in that aspect. Not that he cared. But it was strange, considering how extroverted she was about the rest of things. What would he have done if, by chance, she had seen him?

"Shall we play tomorrow afternoon?" the girl asks, her microphone not receiving the signal well. He has the match tomorrow afternoon, and he's worried about her finding out, not about the match "I... I don't think I can. No, I'm not there" he says, scratching the back of his neck "You usually can! You have something important, you have to meet a girl?" she says jokingly, but he immediately approaches the microphone "NO. I just have to... do some things. I probably won't be there until the afternoon after" he says, but he hears a jolt from the other end "I understand. See you then"

The girl left the game. Silence

Perhaps a more convincing and kind excuse should have been used, since he hadn't explained himself well and perhaps even seemed rude

Maybe Y/n was angry?

Holy shit.

And so, a few hours later on the ReAl bus, Sae felt practically dead. Maybe Y/n had been offended, and besides, tomorrow would be his birthday; he wanted her wishes, yet he was convinced that he would not receive them. He was worried, but he didn't show it outwardly. Not that he had ever done so in the last 13 years of his life, but that wasn't the point. Maybe he should have written to her, asked her if she was offended or even apologized directly. But that wasn't his style. So Sae played the whole match with a little discomfort in his chest, not so big as to confuse him from the main objective, the victory, which happened with a good score of 3-1, with a goal scored by him. The cameras had been filming him since he'd practically entered the field, his name had been shouted so many times by the commentators that the walls probably knew his name by now. If this was a way for Y/n to find out, even though he still hoped not, he was doing it perfectly. Damn. He was hating soccer a little bit

He didn't get his phone back until after midnight, only realizing it was his birthday. He was officially 14, and Y/n hadn't wished him a happy birthday...

"When were you thinking of telling me you were a soccer player? A good one, I must admit"

"You found out"

"Well, my sister is a ReAl fan. The game was also important. When I saw you, I had a shock"

"I can understand it"

"Why didn't you tell me you were famous?"

Maybe it wasn't the right time. But he had to

"You're the only one who treats me like a teenager. Others treat me like a prodigy, you don't. And it's nice to be normal, at least when I talk to you or when we play. I thought you'd change your attitude if you found out"

"I wouldn't have any reason to, Sae. None. I treat you for who you are, for how you deserve to be treated, I'm sorry that it's not a given for you. But you don't have to worry about me, because for me you're just Sae, not Sae Itoshi"

"It's not a given for me. Thank you"

"Please don't lie to me anymore. I hate it when people do that, especially people I care about them so much"

It was strange to feel butterflies in his stomach. For him, at least, it was strange. He didn't even know why he was reacting that way

"And I forgot, happy birthday ♡"

Maybe he knew why she was reacting that way. Maybe he didn't just have a soft spot for her

If the first months were like that, the following ones became the confirmation, at least for him, that perhaps he felt love for her, just for her: he was sure it wasn't even a crush, because he knew it was different. He was really in love, and it worried him a little. He knew about the beautiful side of love, the one where you kiss and hug; his parents loved each other, and often when they kissed he and Rin were disgusted. Sae preferred to run on the beach near the house with a ball between his feet, not to give kisses to anyone, not that he had anyone. But that was in the past, before he came to Spain and met her. The problem was that he didn't even know what love was, since he had never experienced it before: he knew the practice, but after? What happened?. But the problem was that there wasn't even the possibility of practice here, since he was in Madrid and she was in Seville, so many kilometers away

During the other months, she had told him a lot about herself: she lived in Seville, her parents were divorced but still on good terms, her parents worked between Madrid and Seville, especially his mother who was a photographer. She lived with his older sister, who was 21 years old. She was a few months younger than him and loved to keep her hair loose. Also, despite being the champion of the game, she didn't even know how to kick a ball in real life. It was all information that he had recovered over time, thanks to calls and other, but which was important to him, very important

They were separated by 530km, a distance that more than once he had thought of eliminating by using a part of his salary, taking that damned plane ticket that he had saved a few months ago. He wanted to see her, smell her hair, have the chance to hug her. He simply wanted to be for a while by her side, and not on the other side of a screen that often didn't work due to the connection. He simply wanted the chance to hold her hand, if she had ever let him

"I don't think I've ever told you something" the girl says, the screen showing her face as she paints her nails "Remember Kombucha Salty?" she asks, and Sae nods as she heads toward the team's infield "Remember what I told you back then?" she asks, and he rolls his eyes "That was 2 years ago. I don't remember that well" the boy says, and the girl laughs "Okay, we've known each other for a long time, but it seems like a stretch not to remember. Is the color nice?" the girl asks, holding up her reddish nails to the screen. Sae looks at them, nodding "Nice. What were you saying?" he says, and she composes herself "Oh, right. I told you I didn't like kombucha, because I hated it" she says, and Sae suddenly remembers. Actually, she doesn't know that it's his favorite drink, he never told her before that statement "I remember" he says, coming into the infield "Well... I lied to you. I really like kombucha, especially the salty kind! But... I wanted to look cool in front of you, I don't even know why. It's stupid, I was stupid at the time. But now I think about it and I actually never admitted it to you" she says, and Sae's eyes widen a bit "Do you like Kombucha?" he asks surprised, then goes back to his usual demeanor "I like it, I like it a lot. Too bad that here in Seville they make it disgusting, it tastes like shit" she says, and he chuckles internally at her comment "Can I tell you a revelation too?" he asks, and she nods "I love Kombucha too" he says, and this time she's the one who's surprised "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" she asks through the phone, and he nods "Very serious. They make it pretty good in Madrid, I must admit" he says "Fucking lucky, as usual. I want it too" she says, disconsolate

Seeing her like this, Sae can't help but tease her in her head. She's so damn adorable when she does that, whether it's for this or anything else

"As soon as you come to Madrid I'll take you to the place where they do it best. So you can say I'm right he says, but his comment almost seems like an invitation to a possible date. Sae notices how the girl has gone silent, but also the way she's smiling through the screen "I would love to" she says, poorly hiding her embarrassment

If only she knew how much he really wants to do this, take her everywhere, where she wants. If only she knew how much teasing her makes him laugh

"You know, I was thinking" he says, trying to fill the silence that had arisen "I was wondering, we'll see each other sometime, right?" he asks "Well. I think so" she says, yet looking a little uncertain, in Sae's eyes "You think so? Not sure?" he asks, and she snorts "I mean, it will happen sooner or later. But... I can't explain it to you. We've known each other for two years and I trust you, but it would be strange to meet you in person" she says, and this raises an eyebrow to the boy "What do you mean?" he asks, a little defensively "I'm used to the idea of you online, or rather, of the Sae I know. Not the one who plays for ReAl and who kicks the ass of some foreign team every month" she says, and even though her answer makes him chuckle a little, he's not convinced "You didn't answer my question" he says, and the girl seems to be a little under pressure "Forget it" she says, but this makes Sae a little nervous "I'd rather talk about it, and now. Don't you want to see me?" he asks

He doesn't even know why he's getting so nervous, since it's not something he does that often. But the uncertainty in Y/n's eyes doesn't affect him very well. Maybe there's something wrong that he doesn't know about

The girl looks down, nervously playing with a lock of her hair. It's like she's nervous like him, but for other reasons "I want to see you, Sae. But there are other reasons..." she says "What?" he asks

"I don't know whether to hug or kiss you"

If he had been nervous before, now his body was paralyzed. He didn't even want to understand if he had heard the words correctly, perhaps they had come out strangely due to connection problems. But no, it couldn't be. She had said what she had said, and damn, this surprised him so much that for the next 10 seconds he held his breath, as if he were underwater. But actually, since he had known her, he had always been under water: it bothered him to admit that he had grown fond of her in a few hours, that they had now known each other for 2 years, and that for the past 1 year he had considered her as more than just a friend. But Sae wasn't familiar with love, he didn't know how it worked with a person by his side, and above all she wasn't by his side. But actually, at the beginning, he wasn't even familiar with Spanish, which he now spoke perfectly. Could he do the same method with this too, even though she was so far away from him?

And then, after this, he didn't even know what she really thought. He had imagined it many times, but he had always preferred not to talk about it. He had often wondered if he even liked her a little, but she often mixed irony with seriousness, so it was difficult to understand her. Sometimes he succeeded, sometimes he didn't. It was in one of these moments, a fairly important one

"Sorry, what?"

"I'm sorry" she says, a little panicked, bringing the phone closer to her face "Forget it. Pretend that I never said anything, that this conversation never started-" she says "Stop. We can talk about it tonight, calmly ?" he asks. He sees her sigh heavily, a little defeated, as she nods. The phone call ends like this, with her hanging up

The training he was participating in wasn't working. There were another 4 hours left before he could talk to her, lock himself in his dorm and finally clarify the situation: would he have declared himself? He didn't know, although he was considering the option. He knew Y/n, and beyond her usual irony, she really seemed very serious when she said it, and the subsequent panic had betrayed her false irony a bit. He didn't know how to feel, honestly: anxious, maybe a little, but more perplexed. He wasn't afraid to declare himself, he would have done it sooner or later anyway, but the sentence she had said, in that unexpected way, had completely paralyzed him. He had been perpetually anxious for months and months about making strange comments that might have made him disgusting in her eyes and she had come out like that?. Maybe he really didn't know her that well, if he hadn't read her language for so long to understand that, maybe, she had feelings for him too, like him

But if he had eventually declared himself, what would have happened? Would they get together like a couple? Would she have rejected him?

And if they became a couple, how would they make it work? There were the kilometers as obstacles, like the walls that Sae smashed, in his head, when he headed towards the net to score a goal. Would it have been an online relationship?

He was too serious a person to even be anxious about this. He was fucking Sae Itoshi, yet he was becoming a softie for a girl he met online

Maybe he had always been a softie and never realized it, ignoring it by playing soccer in Japan

So finally, without having had dinner, Sae found herself locking himself in his room, once again skipping his nightly gym time. It was anxiety, she hadn't written to him since she hung up and that was unusual, as she often texted him even when she knew he couldn't reply. Without even taking off his sweatshirt he threw himself on his bed for calling the girl, who he sincerely hoped would answer. He didn't know what was going on in her head, maybe she didn't want to talk about it

"Hey" says the girl's voice. She was lying on her bed, little plushies surrounding her while her hair was a mess. She was gorgeous. Sae clears his throat "Hey. Have you eaten?" he asks, and she nods, sighing "Look, can we talk about it right now? I've been dying of anxiety since it happened this afternoon, I've spent hours believing you hated me... wait, you don't hate me, right?" she says, sounding almost sad. He chuckles, mollified by her behavior "Obviously not. If I hated you, I wouldn't have called you back to talk about it" he replies, and she seems to breathe a sigh of relief "Thank goodness. So... what should we say?"

Admitting right away that he had loved her for so long was maybe not the right option, at least not at the moment. Even if he was tempted to do so

"You said something pretty important today" he says, a little hard to explain "It's not something you'd say to a friend, I think. You were serious or?" he continues, waiting for an answer. Through the screen he sees her in a bit of difficulty, biting her nails "Would it be a problem if I said I was serious?" she says, and he can practically feel his heart beating so hard it might pop out of his ribcage "Oh" he says, but curses himself when he sees her getting agitated "Is that a problem?" she asks nervously, but he shakes his head "No. It wouldn't be. Sorry, you took me by surprise" he says, trying to find the right words "What does that mean though...? Is that what I think?"

She didn't know the answer. Sae saw real, pure difficulty in her eyes, as if she had a block she wanted to overcome but it was too big for her

"Look. Can I speak first?" he says, trying to help her. She nods, frowning her eyebrows "Go"

Maybe it really was the right time

"I'll try to be as direct as possible, you also know how much I don't like not being precise. It's quite simple to explain it to you, but I admit that I'm having trouble too... the reality is that I like you, and quite a lot. And it's not something new, I think I've been in love for a year and a half now if not more... the truth is this. I didn't tell you before for the simple fear of distancing you, and distancing the only person who treats me like 'Sae' and not 'Sae Itoshi' might have made things a little heavier for me. I don't know exactly how you feel, but well, if you feel the same way about me I would seriously like to be your boyfriend, Y/n. Not just yours friend. But I can't read your mind, so, how do you feel about me?"

If this was the feeling of lifting a heavy boulder off your shoulders, Sae was experiencing it right now. It had taken so little, yet it had explained everything he had felt all this time. He was more peaceful, but he had yet to hear her words

"It's just that I like you too, Sae. And a lot. A big lot, I don't even know how to quantify it. I've been thinking about it for a while, and I won't deny that once I even dreamed of us kissing... maybe that's when I realized that you weren't just a simple crush. The problem is that distance scares me"

His heart was abandoning him. Maybe he was dying, but at least from happiness

“I can understand that. But I... I want to make things work. I seriously care about you, about us, about what could happen if we were a couple"

"Me too. But... how do we do it?"

“Let the time take effect and my wallet get some money out to make me come to you?”

"That might work. But..."

"I'm just as scared as you are. But I trust how I could make you happy"

That's when Sae knew he finally had his first girlfriend. Maybe he was dead and didn't realize it, but he was happy, fucking happy. He was probably so happy that in his life he had never felt a sensation like that, the one that perhaps his parents also feel when they kiss. He was with the girl he loved and he honestly couldn't ask for anything better than to have her in his arms. He really cared about her so much, he didn't want to make things difficult or burdensome for her: he seriously wanted to make her happy, the happiest

He was inexperienced, for the first time in his life he seriously didn't know what to do, many times he had doubts about how being in a relationship actually worked; but he saw you smiling, so maybe he was doing something right. You spent more time on the call, each on your own business, but you both liked the idea of having the other watching you. It was as if you were in the same room, but chilometres apart: he cooked, you did your skincare, he trained alone and you studied. Distant, but present, and you were fine with that

After less than a month, the girl was the first to say 'I love you', even though they both knew they had been doing it for a long time. But that was just absolute proof that Sae had to do what he had in mind since day one: go to her. The problem is that she was studying and he couldn't go so far from Madrid, due to special training and monthly matches. Furthermore, the campus was very strict with the players, who only rarely let them out on off days. And Sae was certainly no exception, he had the same rules as everyone

But the opportunity presented itself when they had already been together for two months: Y/n was going to be in Madrid for a week, to spend time with her parents. Sae nearly choked on his dinner food when she told him the news: they would meet, he would finally have the chance to hold her in his arms, and if she wanted, he would even kiss her. Sae's family didn't know he was with a girl, while she had mentioned that only her father knew, because he was the parent she trusted slightly more in matters like these, but he honestly didn't care. If her father would have asked him to show up, he would have done so. He didn't want to tell his family or the world because he simply believed it wasn't the time, not because he was ashamed of her: he simply believed it was his thing, his only thought, he was famous, but he also had a private life. He wanted to enjoy his privacy with his pretty girlfriend

"Are you already in Madrid?"

"Yes! the taxi is taking me to where my father works, I will stay there for about an hour and then after I will arrive to you"

"Allright. I can't believe it"

"ME NEITHER!! are we really going to see each other in an hour after spending almost 3 years writing to each other online? :<"

"It's happening. I can't wait"

"I can hug you as soon as I see you, right?"

"Only if I can kiss you afterwards"

"Acceptable. CAN'T WAITTT"

"Me neither. See you soon, love"

"You can count on it! love u ♡"

But Sae had decided that he would show up there well in advance; he wanted to get her some flowers and maybe a cold drink, since it was damn hot. As he left his dormitory and walked across the ReAl campus, the boy was realizing how it was so unexpected and yet so beautiful. He knew he loved her, that he wanted to make her happy, to simply stay by her side until the moment he could no longer due to greater forces, such as death. To him, she had become everything in such a short time that he wondered how he had managed to keep his feelings private for so long: he had deprived himself of the love of the most fantastic girl in the world out of a stupid fear, yet now they were an actual couple, she was his girlfriend and he was her boyfriend, the first for both, and hopefully the last. But to put a ring on her finger maybe he would have to wait a few more years, maybe 10, even though he was still convinced that she was the one

As he walked towards the exit of the campus, he noticed how the teacher who had made him download Futbolandia was walking towards the class he still managed for foreign students: Sae hadn't attended that class for a long time now, he now knew Spanish as like his native language, yet it was thanks to that man that he had met the one who was currently his girlfriend. He had never been someone to say thank you to someone, but maybe he had to this time. He absolutely had to

"Profe, I have to tell you-" says the boy as he approaches, but is petrified when he sees who is a few steps away from the teacher “Y/n, my daughter. How was the flight, dear?"

In front of him, less than 5 meters away, was his girlfriend, there was his Y/n, and, if he understood correctly, she was his teacher's daughter

Sae didn't need to say anything, the girl automatically turned around recognizing the sound of the voice. They looked at each other, this time without a screen dividing them; they could see their reflection in each other's eyes, smell their scent, the way they were dressed entirely. The boy's heart had left his chest, perhaps to go and take the girl's hand, who had also abandoned her body. It was as if, although surprised by the discovery, for him now only she existed, only and exclusively her among all the billions of people in the world. He was in love, he really was

"Sae, what are you doing here-"

Neither of them heard the teacher's words, as they threw themselves into each other's arms: as if automatically the boy's hands ended up on the girl's hips, while her arms tightened around his neck, in such a sweet embrace to be special. The contact, what they had sought for so long, they were finally experiencing: for Sae, the girl's smell and warmth was hid new favorite sensation, as her skin tightened under his hands, holding her as close to him as possible, as if afraid she might go back behind the screen. He couldn't believe it was finally happening, after dreaming so many times that he could do it; finally, everything he wanted was here, here with him and only him

And even before he realized it, Sae was already lifting her chin so he could kiss her, as if he wanted to finish everything off by putting the icing on the cake. Her lips were soft, sweet, fresh; if this was heaven, the world cup, anything he liked, he wanted to be left like this, with his girlfriend hugging him. It was a kiss that he had often imagined, and that he was now experiencing with an emotion that almost made his stomach weak, due to the butterflies. Everything was perfect, she was perfect, his love for her was perfect. Perfection, for him, was this moment

When they broke away, Sae couldn't help but hide the smug smile on his lips, which was small compared to her girlfriend's "Maybe you should have told me about this detail about your father" says the boy, caressing her face "Maybe. But I didn't know it either until a few minutes ago"

"You're here"

"I'm here because I love you"

Sae finally turned to his teacher, the girl still held tightly in his arms. He wouldn't let her go easily

"Did you see, Profe? I learned Spanish"

[pinkcat22li]

Monstruo

Soy egoísta por extrañarte, por pensar en como sería si estuvieras conmigo a pesar de que estoy viendo que te va mejor sin mí. Soy egoísta porque sigo y busco cualquier señal de ti por donde quiera que voy sabiendo que tú por el contrario huyes de mi esencia. Soy un monstruo por desear estar en el lugar de ella aún sabiendo que ella es quién te hace feliz, porque prefiero ser egoísta y desear estar ahí contigo en lugar de alegrarme porque al fin encontraste la felicidad, aquella que yo se que jamás hubieras encontrado conmigo. Lo pero de todo es que ni siquiera te extraño, solo deseo estar ahí en lugar de ella, porque siento celos y envidia, porque aunque yo ahora tenga lo que quería y tú tienes aquella felicidad que supuestamente deseaba para ti, me siento vacía. Por que sin importar el paso de los años no logro imaginarme con nadie más que contigo, porque ni siquiera se que es lo que busco, solo se que tú estas ahí.

[ozzgin]

I was 100% thinking of the Shinsengumi when the brainrot struck, but let us assume a more generic, unnamed circumstance for this. Random, uh, elite group of swordsmen working for the shogunate in the Edo period. Here's the awkward, horny himbo I had previously mentioned. Content: female reader, historical setting, crossdressing, NSFW

Yandere!Captain commands his group with an iron grip. Many people in the Capital know his name, whether it's fellow warriors or petty merchants, and not without reason. His unmatched skill with a sword had even reached the ears of the court, and he was quickly appointed as the head of a newly formed group of samurai meant to maintain order in the city.

As if keeping hot-blooded thugs under control wasn't enough, he is now stuck with an even bigger issue: you.

"We can't have women in here", he declares with a grimace.

"I can pretend", you counter stubbornly, pulling your hakama pants up by the sash, almost in an act of defiance. "In fact, I don't see any woman here. I came to apply."

Yandere!Captain’s reputation does not only revolve around his intimidating strength. Among his underlings, he is known for being completely and utterly uninterested when it comes to women. Will he join his group for drinks after a long day of work? Absolutely. But that’s where the fun stops. When the others begin to slip away with smiling courtesans, he remains at the table with a somber countenance. It is a running joke that nothing can deter this man from his duty.

Thus, your presence at the headquarters should make no difference. He had to begrudgingly accept that you spoke the truth when you'd said you can handle a sword. It's not uncommon for women to keep a small tanto underneath their obi for additional protection, but your knowledge doesn't stop there. You arrived with your own katana and backup wakizashi, swiftly proving their worth upon your first city round when you slashed the arm off a street hooligan.

Well, that's one less worry for the captain. Except, to his great shame, it's not as simple as that. He is the only one aware of your secret, which means that he is the only one available outside of working hours. He was terrified to discover the hesitation in his hands when bandaging your ribs after a stabbing incident, or the halt in his step when he happened to find you switching to a night gown. Oh, how deplorable! Have his morals crumbled into nothing? His latest perverted thought nearly caused him to draw a blade across his stomach.

It is with this faltering confidence that he greets you before the bath one evening.

“You don’t have to do this”, you tell him. "I can wait until you're done."

His struggles haven't escaped your observant eye. You were initially amused by his rather obvious awkwardness; then, a certain idea insidiously made its way into your mind, impossibly tempting: for how long could he keep this façade?

You find yourself going out of your way just to tease your poor captain, perhaps secretly hoping he'll soon break down and give in to his yearning.

“They will become suspicious if you never join us. I do not care for your nudity. Undress at ease”, he says, throwing away his own towel and lowering himself into the hot water. “Get in whenever you want.”

If he insists.

You nonchalantly follow suit, sitting across from him with your arms resting against the rocky edge of the hot spring. You can tell his eyes have wandered involuntarily. His face is red, and he’s wearing a humiliated frown.

“You’re awfully quiet, Sir.”

His lips are pursed indeed. The tall man shuffles briefly, avoiding your gaze. A smirk crosses your features as you decide to approach him.

"In fact, I'd go as far as you say that you're in dire need of help."

To your surprise, he doesn't protest when your hands stray to his lower half, feeling up and down his erection. The small grunts escaping his mouth encourage you to pick up the pace, now equally aroused.

Soon, you feel his heavy arm wrapping around your waist, forcefully throwing you out of the water and onto the cold ground. You open your mouth to complain, but it's quickly shut back by his hot lips, suckling and biting in a desperate hunger to have you.

“It’s improper for a subordinate to take the lead”, he finally says in a low, breaking voice.

He can only hope no one else decides to use the hot springs, though that’s as far as his concern currently goes. He’s much too preoccupied with other pressing matters, holding onto your folded legs for support as he thrusts into you in a depraved, delirious need. His movements are jerky and erratic, with an almost predatory glimmer in his eyes. You wonder how often he imagined this happening. All of his shame and guilt, coming undone at once.

Days later, during one of the hangouts, you find him whispering to one of the courtesans.

“What, you suddenly have a taste for women now?” you question discreetly, unable to hold your tongue.

You’d hoped to be on the receiving end of any future lust-driven gestures from the captain, not some common worker.

He appears to hesitate, twiddling his thumbs and glancing away.

“I was just…asking how you properly please a woman”, he finally confesses.

If he’s going to continue fucking his subordinate behind everyone’s back, he may as well do a good job while at it.

[More Original Works] | [Yan!Swordsman Concept]

[didishawn]

Can you do a pedri smut where whenever he wins mvp he gets the best head ever. If your not comfortable with that I totally get it anyways love your docs 💕💕

MVP STANDS FOR MOST VALUABLE PARTNER (Pedri x Reader)

warnings: smut, oral sex, lots of spanish

Masterlist

They feel so far into the past, those days in which your boyfriend was said to be made out of crystal, so injury prone that those who used to love him, wanted him to be sold.

You loved Xavi, but can't help but adore Hansi for saving the love of your life.

Tears stream down your cheeks, Rosy hugging you and Fer and Fernando celebrating, as Pedri turns to all four of you, showing off his MVP-that by now, you are used to him getting, but it always has you happily crying as he grins at you.

It takes a while, until they let you all go down to the pitch, his arms wide open as you hug into him and feel him softly kiss your head.

"Está guapo, eh" he brags, showing off the silver trophy decorated with stars. (fancy, right?)

"Dos seguidos, el resto de centrocampistas del mundo estàn temblando" you nod, helding into the trophy as he passes it to you, going on to hug his parents and brother. (two in a row, the rest of the world's midfielders are trembling)

"Pues como debe ser," Fer says, giving a slight slap to his brother's neck. Pedri pouts, going back to you once again as he embraces you from the back, his cheek rubbing against yours. "Que se enteren que se ha acabado la tontería, y que mi hermanito es el mejor" (as they should...let them find out that this shit is over and that my brother is the best)

His parents laugh as they agree, the three of them moving on to chat with the other players as they congratulate them. Pedri stays right there with you, kissing your cheek as you watch as the stadium slowly empties itself, enjoying the slight chillines in Barcelona's air.

His hold on you gets a bit tighter as you feel him leand down to whisper into your ear. "Ya escuchaste a Fer, soy el mejor, y por lo tanto, creo que me merezco un premio" (you heard Fer, I am the best, so, I think I deserve a reward)

You roll your eyes, yet can feel your sheeks flushing as you turn to look at him, giving the MVP trophy back, your arms around his neck, placing a small kiss on his lips. "¿No te basta con el trofeo?" (the trophy is not enough?" (the trophy is not enough?)

His eyes are stuck on your lips, grinning as he shakes his head. "Ambos sabemos que el trofeo no es lo que quiero" (we both know it's not the trophy what I want)

Pedri's parents are... somewhere

Fer is out getting drunk

But none of that matters at the moment when he sounds so pretty moaning out for how well your lips feel wrapped around his cock.

His hand is on your head, trying to regain some of the control you took from him -even if you both know, he is too far gone to think at all.

"¡Joder!" he groans as you take him in deeper, the tip of his cock kissing the back of your throat, your hands massaging all that doesn't fit. "Tú si que sabes como volverme loco" (you really know how to make me go crazy)

His head pushes back as your tongue teases the vein that goes all the way down his member. His moans are loud, breathy, and you can sense he is already close by the way he pulses inside your mouth.

You let him go for a moment, hand going up and down on his length as you plase a small kiss on his tip, tongue licking out the white fluid that comes out of it. You reach down again, and his grip on your head is tight as you lick all the way down his cock, taking on of his balls inside your mouth as your hand massaes the other.

He is whining now, almost begging for you to let him cm as you go on to suck his other ball, your free hand teasing his tip as he starts uncontrollably trembling, You go on to massage his entire length again, and he is almost up on his feet as his hips chase after your touch.

"Bua, me vas a dejar seco" he groans out, his accent thick as he is starry eyed by how good you feel rewarding him on his performannce. It feels like heaven inside your mouth as you take him all the way in once again, deepthroating him as you massage his sack, spit running down the skin, balls full of release and ready to let go. (you are gonna leave me dry)

He wants it, needs it -and so do you, judging by the way you tighten your throat around him as you stare deep into his dark eyes, almost as if you are begging for his cum to go down your throat.

He is not about to deny you anything, whole body trembling as he finally lets go, release shooting down your throat as he thrusts inside. It's a long one, his world turned white as he enjoys the sweet extasis you have given him.

It takes him a while to come down from it, no longer inside your mouth, as you clean his cock up with yor tongue, hand massaging his tummy to help him relax.

But by the way he looks at you, you can tell he isn't looking forward to a relaxing time.

His cock is starting to harden again, and his fingers tease your most sensitive part.

A long night is ahead of the two of you.

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★ ˙ ̟ ─── . “𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭”.

— namorado! jihoon × leitora. — 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮: smut. — 𝗽𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘀: 3458. — 𝗮𝘃𝗶����𝗼𝘀: size training, studio sex, chororô, muito lubrificante, cock-drunk reader, cum eating & linguagem imprópria. — 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝘀: é grande e eu sei só de olhar.

𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒆. jihoon é grande e você é teimosa.

Havia algo em ter um dos produtores mais respeitados de toda a indústria completamente rendido ao seu corpo que te enchia de luxúria. Jihoon podia ser o gênio fosse na frente de outras pessoas, mas a sós contigo a cabeça não funcionava tão bem assim — comicamente, só sabia pensar com o pau, estúpido. A maior evidência disso nesse momento talvez fosse o rosto vazio, mamando seus peitinhos com gana, totalmente devoto.

Mal havia te livrado da regatinha fina que usava, enrolando o tecido acima dos seus seios. Chupava os biquinhos, lambia, cuspia em cima deles só para engolir a própria saliva depois. Manhoso 'pra caralho. Você se arrepiava inteira, não sabia se pela sensação ou pelo frio do ar-condicionado — que sequer importava mais, já se sentia quente o suficiente.

A saudade corroía o autocontrole aos pouquinhos, tivera que esperar uma semana inteira para finalmente estar ali. Jihoon era muito rigoroso com os próprios prazos, havia ocasiões em que precisava estar sozinho para ser capaz de trabalhar. Não queria ninguém que não estivesse contribuindo para a produção dentro do estúdio. Você especialmente, era a maior distração dele — ganhava toda a atenção do homem no segundo em que se fazia presente, precisava ficar longe nesses momentos.

Sua mente rodou ao ouvir mais uma cuspidinha ruidosa ser deixada em cima dos seus seios, o líquido pegajoso escorrendo pelos biquinhos. O estômago tensionou num desejo insuportável, a cabeça pendeu para trás, certa de que o peso do corpo seria sustentado pelas mãos dele na sua cintura. O que começou com reboladinhas tímidas no volume embaixo da sua bunda evoluiu para você praticamente quicando em cima dele. Gemia entorpecida, crente que estava se fodendo gostosinho ali – tão intensa era a fantasia.

Voltou a si quando deu falta da boca no seu corpo, sentando mais devagarinho assim que teve coragem de encará-lo outra vez. Mordeu o lábio num sorrisinho envergonhado ao constatar que Jihoon te assistia totalmente perturbado com a cena, a piroca babona fazia um estrago dentro do short — você era um tesão sentando, toda carente.

"Porra, amor. Quando eu pegar 'pra te foder...", murmurou desejoso. Seu jeitinho de agir quando ficava sedenta assim fazia-o ter vontade de jogar tudo pro alto e te comer 'pra caralho, ver a menininha dele fraquinha de tanto ter a buceta usada. Você obviamente compartilhava da mesma vontade, o ventre se apertando sempre que a mera sugestão de ser abertinha pelo pau dele surgia.

Ultimamente a expectativa estava deixando de ser só excitante e se tornando insuportável. Com todo o exagero permitido à comparação: sentia-se virgem outra vez. Certa de que só não havia enlouquecido por mérito de todas as brincadeirinhas gostosas que ainda rolavam entre vocês dois — Jihoon não era de todo mau, ainda se esforçava para te fazer gozar de outras maneiras.

Desde o primeiro (e último) fiasco de quando tentaram transar de verdade, tornava-se cada vez mais complicado convencer seu namorado de que vocês só precisavam de mais tentativas. O maior problema havia sido a espessura: Jihoon era grosso pra cacete, uma delícia. Porém seus chorinhos doloridos e meio incontidos naquela noite, atestaram que te foder significaria te machucar um pouquinho — e Jihoon se negava a fazer isso.

Só que estava ficando insustentável.

Sabia que não era só com você, seu namorado mencionava cada vez mais o quanto precisava disso, simulando estocadas gostosinhas contra o seu corpo sempre que podia. Cacete, você até mesmo sonhava com isso. Precisando maltratar a bucetinha debaixo dos lençóis quando acordava no susto — era isso ou seria incapaz de cair no sono outra vez.

Serpenteando a mãozinha atrevida até o meio das pernas dele fez carinho no volume firme. A boquinha encheu-se d'água, queria aquilo lotando todos os seus buraquinhos. Esfregou a palma ali, os olhinhos pidões ensaiavam o que Jihoon sabia muito bem que você ia pedir:

"Me fode, Ji..."

"Amor, não... a gente tá sem preparação nenhuma, aqui não é um lugar bom 'pra isso.", Jihoon tinha a mania — irritante, na sua visão — de optar por ser lógico na maioria das coisas, sem espaço tolices ou teimosia. A paciência que se esvaía fácil para a maioria das coisas parecia não ter limites quando o assunto era você: sempre esperava o momento certo e, em consequência, te obrigava a esperar também.

"Por favor... eu prometo que aguento dessa vez. De dedinho até."

"A questão não é você aguentar. É que eu tenho medo de te machucar.", repetiu o que te dizia todas as vezes, você não aguentava mais ouvir. "Já conversamos. Vai precisar de um pouquinho de treino nas primeiras vezes e-"

"Então a gente treina agora.", interrompeu.

"Sem teimosia, vai...", ele estalou a língua no céu da boca, não curtia ser contestado. "Se quer gozar eu te chupo. Quantas vezes você quiser."

"Eu não quero isso. Quero sentar em você.", quase bateu com os pezinhos no chão — era como uma criancinha insolente. "Por favor? Foi tão gostoso naquele dia da ligação..."

"Não começa."

"Você prometeu que ia foder minha buceta quando chegasse, Ji… que ia socar o pau em mim até me fazer desmaiar, porra...", prendeu o lábio inferior entre os dentes, a memória havia sido responsável por te fazer gozar mais vezes do que você era capaz de contar. "Cê tava com tanta vontade nesse dia, amor. Quase não te reconheci."

"A gente nem tem lubrificante aqui.", desconversou, a mera menção de qualquer coisa que ele tenha te dito naquele dia fazia Jihoon queimar por inteiro — culpava a meia garrafa de whisky que tomou sozinho e o tesão fodido que o álcool fez ele sentir naquele dia.

"Eu trouxe.", rebateu.

"Tá andando com lubrificante agora?", ele franziu a testa, um olhar meio questionador tomando as feições.

"Desde que a gente começou a namorar.", você deu de ombros, não era como se fosse grande coisa. "Na verdade, bem antes.", mordeu um sorriso sapeca. "Quis transar contigo no segundo encontro."

"E por que não pediu?"

"Parece que eu ‘tava adivinhando que ia ser sofrido.", brincou, mas havia um fundo de verdade ali. Bem antes de toda essa coisa de sair com ele enquanto interesse amoroso, Jihoon acidentalmente já havia deixado explícito que tinha muita coisa para oferecer. "E você ficava todo sem graça perto de mim... se eu pedisse 'pra você me comer, 'cê provavelmente sairia correndo.", esse ponto era claramente provocação, não havia motivos para mencioná-lo agora.

"Já deu, né, amor? Começou a falar demais.", ele forçou um sorriso falso.

"Não tem nada de errado em ser meio virjola, Ji...", você brincou com a barra do short dele. "Você era todo fofinho, parecia que nunca tinha tocado numa mulher.", provocativa, ergueu as sobrancelhas

"E se você me quer fodendo essa buceta sem te botar pra chorar, é bom ficar quieta logo.", a ameaça não era vazia, sua entradinha se apertou inteira. Touché. "Anda, pega o lubrificante."

"Vai pro sofá enquanto eu pego. Quero sentar em você.", pediu, a cadeira já havia se tornado desconfortável.

"E não dá pra fazer isso aqui?"

"É que eu preciso abrir bem minhas pernas, Ji. Não tem espaço.", já fuçava a bolsa, tirando um frasquinho de dentro dela.

"Tá cheia das técnicas hoje..."

"Sim. Li um artigo inteirinho ontem a noite."

"Tudo isso 'pra transar?"

"Tudo isso 'pra conseguir aguentar seu pau.", restrucou em tom de correção, despindo-se do shortinho e da calcinha de uma vez só.

Jihoon já tinha livrado o pau das próprias vestes quando você finalmente voltou ao sofá, segurava a extensão avantajada em uma das mãos. Estava vermelhinho — assim como Jihoon também ficava nesses momentos —, a cabeça gorda expelia uma babinha esbranquiçada. Você tremeu em excitação, posicionando-se no colo dele sem hesitar.

"Me avisa se machucar, okay?", os olhos não saíram do seu rosto, você sequer precisou olhá-lo nos olhos para perceber — evitando-o a todo custo. "Amor, olha 'pra mim e promete.", exigiu, te segurando pelo maxilar para ter sua atenção. "Você vai avisar?"

"Vou.", o tom era malcriado, fez questão de deixar o revirar de olhos visível — fingia detestar que Jihoon te tratasse como criança, mas no fundo apreciava o cuidado.

"Teimosa.", repreendeu, estapeando sua bunda com a outra mão. O beijo desejoso que ele te roubou era quase tão obsceno quanto a cena com os seus peitinhos mais cedo, mamava sua língua do mesmo jeito dengosinho. Tendo que se segurar muito para não cuspir na sua boquinha, por mais atrativo que soasse.

Encaixar a pontinha lambuzada na sua bucetinha foi movimento natural — ainda que fosse a primeira vez depois de muito tempo. O tesãozinho gostoso do beijo dava vontade de foder 'pra cacete, até que um dos dois caísse exausto. Porém, como esperado: a entradinha reclamou, totalmente desacostumada com o tamanho excessivo. Você deu o máximo de si para ignorar, não havia passado a noite anterior inteira treinando para ficar esticadinha à toa. Engoliu o grunhido dolorido como pôde, beijando seu namorado com mais gana. Jihoon fez encaixar mais alguns centímetros e não deu para segurar, acabou soltando gritinho — surpresa em se sentir mais abertinha do que estava prevendo.

"Amor, a gente tenta outra hora, hm? Deixa eu te chupar.", catastrofista, ele já queria mudar os planos. Você apertava os olhinhos, sedenta em ser perfeitinha pro seu Ji — disposta a aguentar ele inteirinho. Forçou mais um pouquinho. "Vida, vai machucar desse jeito. Já te falei que não precisa de pressa."

"Mas eu...eu quero...", insistiu, a voz quebrando ao que você tentava fazer mais dele caber dentro de você. Jihoon preocupou-se, envolvendo sua cintura num aperto firme — impedindo o movimento.

"É sério.", alertou, a expressão agora austera.

"Ji, me solta...", tentou mover-se outra vez.

"Para de ser teimosa.", comprimiu os dedos, como se quisesse perfurar sua pele com as pontas.

"Eu preciso de você dentro. Me comendo, caralho... ah, fode, Ji...", implorou, o rostinho pendeu para o lado sentindo o buraquinho espasmar — parecia querer expulsá-lo dali de dentro. "Me deixando do seu formato certinho e- hm...", arriscou rebolar como pôde, a glande avantajada esticando a entradinha. Uma expressão meio dolorosa tomou sua face, você beliscou os próprios biquinhos na tentativa de driblar o incômodo.

"Levanta.", a ordem soou rígida, Jihoon precisou conter o espasmo do quadril quando sentiu você se melar mais ainda.

"Gostoso- porra, tá tão... Não, não, não...", choramingou, infelizmente não era páreo para a força do homem — que suspendeu seu corpo sem dificuldade, saindo de você. "É só colocar mais lubrificante, Ji, por favor...", franziu as sobrancelhas, frustrada por estar vazia outra vez. O semblante vulnerável te fazia parecer prestes a cair no choro bem ali — o faria se isso fosse convencê-lo a te dar o que você queria.

Assistiu-o suspirar numa rendição meio irritada, nunca foi páreo para o seu jeitinho caprichoso, fazendo suas vontades mesmo que elas significassem passar por cima das próprias palavras. O homem alcançou o frasquinho de lubrificante outra vez, despejando uma quantidade generosa entre os dedos antes de socá-los na sua bucetinha sem muito cuidado — havia ficado impaciente com a teimosia.

"Isso, porra. Isso.", choramingou dengosa, apoiando as mãos no encosto do sofá atrás do corpo dele para se foder nos dígitos. Jihoon não demorou a acrescentar um terceiro dedo, sabia que a namoradinha dele era gulosa — a tentativa de encaixar ele de uma vez deixa isso mais do que claro. "Eu preciso gozar no seu pau, amor. 'Cê vai deixar, não vai? Por favor...", apoiou a testa na dele, a maneira doce de falar era enjoativa e muito teatral, mas estava claro que Jihoon se amarrava nesse jeitinho submisso. "Deixa dessa vez...", acolheu os dedos até a base, rebolando para fazer as pontinhas se esfregarem lá no fundo.

"Olha o teu estado, amor... tem certeza disso?"

"Eu 'tô com tanto tesão... porra, eu-", a cabeça pendeu para a frente, sem conseguir lidar com o jeitinho gostoso que era estimulada. "Eu vou gozar, espera.", segurou o pulso dele, fazendo-o se retirar.

"Tem certeza que não quer esperar mais, meu amor? É sério, não vai me deixar chateado."

"Eu-", respirou fundo, custou a raciocinar. "Eu passei a noite sentando na porra de um pau de borracha, Jihoon. Nem consegui nem dormir direito ontem.", confessou baixinho, nenhum sinal de acanhamento na voz. Se tornar explícito o quão necessitada você estava te deixasse um pouquinho mais próxima da piedade dele, era isso o que faria. "Pra completar, fiquei o dia inteiro com a cabeça toda ferrada, errando um monte de coisa besta no trabalho.", estressava-se só de lembrar, teve que corrigir três planilhas enormes outra vez só porque não sabia parar de pensar na porra do pau estúpido do seu namorado. "Se eu não sentar em você agora, eu acho que vou enlouquecer.", o grand finale da confissão.

O homem franziu a testa. Não sabia assimilar muito bem o porquê de você precisar disso tanto assim, só entendia que aquilo dava um tesão fodido. Fazia ter vontade de te usar como brinquedinho de foda até finalmente te deixar satisfeita — era isso que você estava pedindo, não era? Ele daria.

De repente, o julgamento não tinha mais peso algum. Não quando ele te agarrou em outro beijo lascivo que era pura distração. O carinho gostoso no seu clitóris e nos seus peitinhos também serviram como modo de dispersão quando Jihoon finalmente te fez aguentar tudinho. Sem nervosismo, não havia motivos para a bucetinha não deixar ele entrar.

Seus olhinhos se arregalaram, a respiração embargou em algum lugar na sua garganta, saía aos pedaços em arfares meio agudos. A boca não se fechava, liberando o ar o quanto podia numa expressão meio surpresa. Abaixava e levantava os olhinhos, dividida em encarar Jihoon ou o ponto onde vocês se conectavam — obcecada em constatar várias vezes seguidas que tinha tudo dentro de você.

"Tá me apertando tanto, caralho...", a voz saiu com muito esforço. Jihoon pressionava os olhos fechados, jurava estar prestes a perder a cabeça com o jeito que o buraquinho maltratava o pau dele. "Pequenininha, amor. Porra, não aguenta nem metade.", o homem firmou o aperto na sua cintura, te suspendendo o suficiente para tirar o menos uma parte com muito esforço — o buraquinho desacostumado praticamente sugava ele para dentro, se esticando inteirinho a cada movimento. Seu rostinho se apertou, o prazer ainda vinha acompanhado de uma aflição estranha. Suas reações eram observadas uma a uma, Jihoon experimentou te fazer sentar outra vez — com carinho. Entretanto, o gritinho agudo que deixou sua garganta fez ele decidir que, talvez, não devesse fazer aquilo outra vez.

Estava nítido que você tentava ter muito mais do que podia aguentar. Mesmo quando ele cessou o movimento, ainda tentou fazer aquilo por conta própria. As coxas tremiam em volta dele, era frustrante não conseguir se fazer gozar sozinha. Encarou Jihoon com certo desespero, ele acha que entendeu. Os dedos calejados alcançaram seu pontinho, esfregando a bolinha de nervoso com cuidado. O corpo inteiro tensionou. Definitivamente era gostoso pra caralho, só que ainda não estava certo….

"N-não, Ji...", balbuciou, as mãos trêmulas se agarrando ao pulso dele. Era incapaz de verbalizar o que tinha na própria mente. Queria negar propriamente, sabia que Jihoon estava tentando te fazer gozar daquele jeito. Mas não queria assim. Não. Precisava foder com ele de verdade — não havia finalmente chegado nesse ponto pra gozar pros dedos dele, não era o que queria. Queria ficar esfoladinha, o buraquinho no formato perfeito de Jihoon, ser totalmente dele. "Por favor, não. Não... assim n-não. Amor...", tentou tirar o braço dele dali com a força que ainda restava no seu corpo.

Jihoon desistiu de tentar te fazer vir dessa maneira com muito custo. Acariciou seu rostinho, ainda preocupado com o jeito que suas perninhas tremiam sem cessar. Temia estar te machucando, porém sequer sabia mais o que dizer — você era muito cabeça dura, às vezes até mais do que ele.

"Pau gostoso, p-porra...", sua cabeça já não funcionava mais, como se estivesse lotada de uma névoa densa. Sentia-se quebrada, experimentando sentimentos demais ao mesmo tempo. A exaustão muscular, a excitação de finalmente ter conseguido... não soube lidar. Os olhinhos já lacrimejavam quando seu corpo levantou-se por conta própria, sentando logo em seguida. O ventre se apertava, a pele arrepiando de tanto desejo. As lágrimas escorriam ao que você quicava meio desesperada.

Jihoon até cogitou te impedir outra vez, mas desistiu assim que viu seu estado. Porra, quase perdeu a cabeça junto contigo. Você era uma bagunça, o rostinho alucinado de tesão fez o homem fraquejar. Droga, a menininha dele bem ali, chorando pra ser fodida. Sentando toda molinha, completamente fora de si. Ele precisou se segurar para não te usar do jeitinho que bem queria — bruto, até fazer o buraquinho se acostumar na marra.

"Eu vou gozar, mô...", soluçou, os braços fraquinhos mal davam conta de se apoiar em lugar algum, balançando inertes ao lado do seu corpo. A bucetinha ardia gostoso 'pra caralho, não conseguia parar de se estimular mesmo com as fisgadinhas incômodas que sentia.

Perto. Perto demais.

Dava para sentir o gostinho na sua boca. Ia gozar tão forte e ainda não tinha sido capaz de se fazer parar de chorar. Era patético, ridículo 'pra caramba. Não estava nos planos chorar pelo pau de Jihoon, muito menos fazer isso sem conseguir cessar — os soluços baixinhos acompanhando seus gemidos. Quis se lamentar mais ainda quando sentiu as perninhas voltando a enfraquecer, a exaustão muscular te alcançando antes que o orgasmo pudesse. Os olhinhos se encheram mais, um beicinho dengoso aparecendo nos lábios.

"Eu n-não... droga, não consigo, não consigo.", os arfares eram quase inaudíveis. Ele te segurou pela cintura, preocupado. "Não dá, Ji... Me fode...", o timbre quebrado era de dar dó. Seu namorado não precisou de muito mais, te agarrando pela cintura com a mesma força anterior. Fodeu o corpinho molenga como se estivesse usando a porra de uma boneca, totalmente hipnotizado com os peitinhos balançando na frente do rosto dele.

Você não foi capaz de reagir nem quando um orgasmo finalmente te levou o restante da capacidade de pensar. Veio de jeito estranho, de um jeito que nunca tinha feito antes. Os olhinhos foram parar atrás da cabeça enquanto a boca se abriu num gemido silencioso, quase não houve reação física. Só que sua pele queimava por dentro, arrepiando tanto... sentiu-se totalmente indefesa no abraço de Jihoon, suas próprias fungadinhas sendo a primeira coisa que escutou quando voltou a ouvir.

O homem se retirou de você gerando um muxoxo desconfortável entre vocês dois. Estava claro que a falta de cuidado era fruto de puro desespero, o peito masculino subia e descia sem controle algum. Os arfares logo se tornando grunhidos cada vez mais manhosos enquanto ele se punhetava com certa violência. Você observava ainda meio catatônica, Jihoon usava a mistura do seu melzinho, saliva e lubrificante — gerando um ruído molhado meio alto.

Era lindo 'pra caralho. A pele vermelhinha pingando suor ao que ele se tornava cada vez mais submisso ao próprio prazer. O corpo logo travou embaixo do seu, deu para assistir os músculos tensionando quando ele agarrou a base da extensão, estocando contra a palma enquanto esporrava em cima do abdômen exposto. O homem sorriu entorpecido, lambendo os lábios ao que a porra espessa escorria — ainda refém da punheta gostosa, batendo lentinho.

Você finalmente foi capaz de reagir, a primeira ação sendo recolher parte do líquido pegajoso na ponta dos dedos e levar até a boca. O gosto era salgado e até meio ácido, arrepiou-se ao que engoliu. Jihoon te enchia de ímpetos estranhos o tempo todo e o de agora, curiosamente, era engolir tudo até ficar cheinha dele. Repetiu o movimento mais algumas vezes, havia muito ali e só os seus dedinhos não davam conta de recolher muita coisa. Cogitou se ajoelhar para conseguir lamber tudo mais rápido, a bucetinha quase pingando por estar fazendo algo tão repulsivo — podia muito bem se tocar até gozar enquanto engolia a porra dele.

Tão hipnotizada, não notou que Jihoon havia cessado os movimentos. Te olhava meio torto, os olhos entreabertos e um sorriso devasso entre os lábios — características que você só pôde prestar atenção quando ele te agarrou pelo pulso, impedindo que você levasse mais do líquido esbranquiçado até a boca.

"Sabia que 'cê é maluca quando 'tá com tesão?", a pergunta era retórica, seu rosto ardeu em constrangimento. Jihoon, especialista em desconversar, logo desviou o assunto: "Tudo bem aqui? Tá doendo?", referiu-se à sua entradinha, acariciando o local com a ponta dos dedos enquanto buscava qualquer sinal de desconforto no seu rosto.

Você estava longe de ser boba ao ponto de deixar transparecer a ardência que, de fato, sentia entre as suas pernas. Não se quisesse foder com ele outra vez — assim como pretendia fazer em pouco tempo. Por isso, tão especialista em desconversar quanto ele, você mudou o rumo da conversa mais uma vez:

"A gente precisa treinar minha boca também, não acha?”

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No Distractions

Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x Reader

Summary: After a frustrating training session, Pedri lets his emotions get the best of him.

Word count: 2810

¿Pa' qué putas esconderno'? Dejemo' tanto misterio para verno' Yo te gusto, tú me gustas Eso hace rato se sabe Delante de la gente bésame

You and Pedri had been together for a while now, not long enough to be living under the same roof, but long enough that whenever one of you stayed over, it felt like gravity pulled you into each other's orbit. Glued at the hip, as your best friend joked. Inseparable.

You supported him in everything he did, every match, every training session, every high-pressure moment. And he did the same for you, always checking in, always making sure you were happy, even when his own life was spinning at a million miles an hour.

Unlike him, you lived far from the spotlight. You worked at a travel agency, ironically, since you'd barely left Spain your entire life. Your car, a beat-up black Seat Ibiza, spent more time in the garage than on the road, as most of the times you chose public transport.

But none of that ever made you feel small. And Pedri never made you feel like you needed to be more. You’d built something real together, quiet, steady, and strong in all the ways that mattered.

Fer: "Don't forget to bring what I told you to, or my mom will kill me… and you!"

Pedri's brother's text lit up your screen. You smiled, thumbs already tapping.

You: "She loves me. She would never."

Send.

You: "I've got everything already, no need to worry."

Fer: "¡Bien!" (Good!)

He replied quickly. Then, after a moment:

Fer: "Solo para que lo sepas, Pedri no está de muy buen humor" (Just a heads-up, Pedri's not in the best mood.)

Your smile faded as your brow furrowed. He hadn't messaged you all day. Now you knew why.

You: "Voy en camino." (I'm on my way.)

You grabbed your keys, slipped into your car, and started the engine, a quiet knot forming in your chest as you headed toward his house.

Traffic in Barcelona was chaos, and by the time you arrived, you were already fifteen minutes late.

Pedri's mom was opening the door before you even reached it. She wore an apron stained with tomato sauce, and the moment she saw you holding the bag, her face lit up.

"¡Eres un ángel! If it wasn't for you, there'd be no dinner tonight." She said, wrapping you in a warm hug. (You're an angel!)

"Happy to help." You smiled.

"Let me!" She said, taking the bag from your hands as you followed her inside.

Fer and his dad were on the couch watching a TV show. They greeted you with a smile and a wave as you walked in. Pedri, however, was nowhere to be seen.

"¿Dónde está él?" You asked. (Where is he?)

"In his bedroom." His dad answered.

You headed upstairs, pausing just outside his door before giving it a gentle knock and pushing it open.

He was lying on the bed, still in his training kit, his arm draped over his face.

"Hola." You said softly as you stepped inside.

"Hola." He replied, flatly, without moving.

You sat on the edge of the bed, letting your hand drift across his chest in slow, comforting strokes. You felt his muscles relax under your touch, but he still didn’t move.

"¿Estás bien?" You asked. (Are you okay?)

"Sí."

You knew him well enough to know that meant no.

You stayed quiet for a moment, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. The silence stretched, heavy but familiar. You didn't need to fill it, just being there was usually enough. But tonight felt different.

His jaw clenched beneath the arm still covering his face. You watched the small movements in his body, the way his chest rose just a little faster, the way his foot bounced once, then stilled.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked gently.

He let out a sigh, low and frustrated. "Fue solo una mala sesión." You nodded, letting him take his time. "Couldn't get anything right." He muttered. "Mister was on my case the whole time." (It was just a shit session.)

"Everyone has off days, Pedri."

"Lo sé." Another pause. "But I can't afford them. Not now." (I know.)

You felt the sting behind his words, the weight he put on himself every day. Still, you stayed quiet, until he finally sat up and looked at you for the first time.

"I know." You muttered.

"Maybe you're part of the problem." He said after a minute or two, out of nowhere.

You blinked, unsure you'd heard him right. ""¿Qué?" (What?)

He stood up, rubbing his hands over his face before letting them drop, placing them on his waist.

"No puedo concentrarme. Pienso en ti todo el tiempo. Before training, after training… even during drills, I catch myself wondering what you're doing, if you're okay, if I'm doing enough for us..." He shook his head. "You're a distraction" (I can't focus. I'm thinking about you all the time.)

The words hung in the air, harsh and sudden.

You swallowed, stunned into silence for a second too long. "A distraction." You repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. "That's what I am now?" He looked at you, regret already flickering in his eyes, but he didn't take it back. You stood up, slowly. "I didn't know supporting you meant getting in your way."

"That's not how I meant it--" He said, reaching for you.

You stepped back, just out of reach. Your voice was quiet, but each word cut clean. "Maybe not. But it's how it felt."

His lips parted like he wanted to say more, but nothing came out.

"I'll let your mom know you need a minute."

Then you turned, walking out of the room. Not slamming the door, not storming off. Just leaving. And somehow, that silence hit harder than shouting ever could.

You stayed, not for him, but out of respect of his parents. You sat at the table, smiled when his mom offered you a plate, helped Fer pass the bread. You played the part.

Pedri came down eventually, silent, and sat beside you like he always did. But nothing felt the same. He didn't say a word, and neither did you.

After dinner, you helped them clean everything, but as soon as everything was clean and put away, you said your goodbyes.

"Debería irme a casa." (I should head home.)

Pedri, who had been sitting on the sofa bouncing his knee restlessly, stood up the second you spoke. He followed you silently to the front door, the air between you tense and full of things he couldn’t seem to say.

"I--" He started, but you shook your head gently.

"Estás cansado." You said, not unkindly. "And so am I. Let's just rest tonight. You have a game tomorow." (You're tired.)

You reached for the door handle, already bracing for the cool night air, but before you could step outside, he grabbed your arm gently. You turned and he pulled you toward him, his eyes searching yours.

He leaned in, but you turned your head at the last second. His lips grazed your cheek instead.

You stepped back, your voice soft. "Good night, Pedri."

He wanted to tell you 'I love you', but for some reason he felt like he didn't have the right to do it at the moment, so instead a just whispered: "Bye."

As the game was about to start and the team was waiting in the tunnel, Pedri couldn't help but feel something heavy in his chest. Not because of the game, but because you hadn't been answering his calls or texts since the night before.

He didn't even know why he had called you a distraction. Yes, the session had gone badly and yes, he'd spent the whole day thinking about you. But he thought about you every day, and honestly, the season has been one of his best yet.

He ran his hand through his hair, trying to focus. You were everything to him. But somehow, in the heat of the moment, he made it sound like you were the problem.

"¿Hey, estás bien?" Ferran asked, his voice pulling Pedri from his thoughts. (Hey, you okay?)

Pedri looked at his friend. "Estoy bien." (I'm fine.)

Ferran didn't seem convinced, his eyes narrowing, studying him for a moment before his lips curled into a teasing grin. "So grab his hand!"

Pedri furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "What?"

Ferran motioned toward the kid standing next to him, his hand lifted, eager and expectant. "Grab the kid's hand! The game is starting!"

Pedri blinked, his attention snapped back to the moment. He glanced down and saw the little kid looking up at him, hand raised, his eyes wide with excitement.

"Sorry." Pedri whispered under his breath, realizing how distracted he'd been. He reached down, offering his hand to the kid, whose face instantly lit up with a smile. The joy was infectious, and Pedri couldn't help but grin back.

At home, sitting nervously on the sofa, you watched the game unfold on the screen, but your focus wasn't entirely on the match. Your eyes kept gravitating toward Pedri every time the camera cut to him.

After calling you a distraction, you hadn't had the courage to go to the game. What if they lost and Pedri blamed you? Your insecurities were kicking in, louder now than they had been in a while.

Pedri had been texting and calling you nonstop since the night before, and you hadn't answered. You didn't know how to explain it. You knew he hadn’t meant it, at least not in the way it sounded, but the words still stung, echoing in your mind. You're a distraction.

What if he was right? What if your presence, your love, was one more thing for him to juggle when all he needed was to focus on the game?

You knew you were overthinking. Pedri wasn't like that. He wouldn't blame you, not really. But still, the thought of him looking at you like you were the problem made your stomach twist in knots.

The game eventually ended.

Before celebrating with his team, Pedri made his way toward his parents and brother, who had been watching from the stands. They were always there, supporting him without fail. But as he approached them, a pang of sadness shot through him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness when he noticed you weren’t with them, like you always used to be.

It was the one thing that felt off, and in that moment, the victory didn’t feel as sweet as it should have. He missed you.

"Y/n didn't come with you?" Pedri asked after being congratulated by his family. ("Y/n didn't come with you?)

"No, cariño. She said she couldn't make it," his mother replied, a flicker of sadness crossing her face as she noticed the shift in her son's expression.

"¿No te lo dijo?" His father asked, unaware of the tension between you. (Didn't she tell you?)

Pedri simply nodded, not trusting himself to speak. With fans close by and cameras lingering, he stepped away without another word, walking straight toward the tunnel.

The moment he stepped into the locker room, he grabbed his phone, fingers already moving to text you, only to be stopped by a message from you.

You: Good game. I'm proud of you.

He exhaled deeply, the knot in his chest loosening just a bit as he sank down onto the bench.

"¿Qué te pasa?" Ferran asked, glancing over as he unlaced his boots. "You've been weird all day." (What's going on with you?)

Pedri hesitated. Then, quietly, he admitted, "I messed things up with Y/n. Last night." Ferran paused, giving him a look. Pedri continued. "Yesterday's session was crap. Mister was on my case, and I just… I snapped. I told Y/n she was the problem. That she was a distraction."

Ferran, drinking from his water bottle, nearly choked. "¿Eres idiota?" Pedri rolled his eyes. "No, but like-- really stupid. Why would you say that?" (Are you stupid?)

"I was pissed. And frustrated. And Mister kept talking about focus and I just--ugh. Yeah, I'm an idiot." He slumped back against the locker, lifting his phone. "This message… it's the first I've heard from her since."

"What did she say?"

"Ella dijo que está orgullosa de mí." (She said she's proud of me.)

Ferran raised his eyebrows. "Well, I don't know how or why, but if she's still proud of you after that, you must be doing something right."

You were tired and after the game ended, you hadn't had the energy to do much else. You'd turn off the TV, slipped into your pajamas, and crawled into bed.

Even though your heart still ached from what he'd said the night before, one thing hadn't changed: you were proud of him. You always were. So you picked up your phone and finally texted him. You didn't wait for a reply. You couldn't. Sleep took over your body.

You didn't know how long you'd been sleeping, but something warm stirred you: a familiar scent, the soft rustle of sheets, and then an arm wrapping gently around your waist.

"Pedri?" You mumbled, your voice thick with sleep, eyes barely open.

"It's me." He whispered. "Vuelve a dormir." He pulled you closer, his chest pressed to your back, his hand settling against your stomach. The warmth of him made your eyelids grow heavier. "We'll talk tomorrow." He said, his voice low and tired. "I love you." (Go back to sleep.)

The soft morning light filtered through the curtains. You stirred slowly, blinking against the daylight, the weight of a warm arm still draped over your waist reminding you you weren't alone.

You turned your head slightly and saw Pedri still asleep behind you, his features peaceful, one hand loosely curled near your ribs. He looked younger like that. Like the world hadn't touched him yet.

He must've felt you shift, because a second later, his eyes cracked open.

"Hola!" He murmured, his voice thick and raspy with sleep.

"Hola!" You replied.

There was a pause. Neither of you moved. Then, slowly, he sat up, rubbing a hand down his face.

"I didn't mean what I said." He began, voice low and careful. "I swear, I didn't. You're not a distraction. You're the opposite of that."

You sat up too, pulling the blanket around your lap. "Entonces, ¿por qué lo dijiste?" (Then why did you say it?)

"I was frustrated. Training went bad and I let all of it get to my head. Mister kept going on about focus and the pressure felt like too much, and I--" He looked at you, eyes soft with guilt. "I took it out on you. And that was the dumbest thing I could've done."

You stared at your hands in your lap. "It hurt, Pedri."

"I know." He said quietly. "And I hate that I made you feel that way. I hate that I made you doubt about what we have."

You finally looked up at him, your voice softer now. "I just need to know I'm not the one you blame when things get hard."

"You're not! You're the reason I get through it all." He hesitated for a second, then grabbed your hand. "When I walked over to my family after the game and you weren't there… it felt wrong. I didn't like it. I need you there. I play better when I know you're watching. Even if we've fought, just knowing you're there, it matters to me."

"I don't want us to be something that only works when things are good." You said.

"Tampoco yo." (I don't either.)

His eyes flickied down to your lips and you leaned in. The kiss was soft. Not rushed, not desperate. His hand came up to cup your cheek as your lips moved slowly together.

When you pulled back, your foreheads rested against each other, and you couldn't help the tiny smile that tugged at your lips.

Pedri let out the smallest, relieved exhale and then, without another word, he gently tugged you down with him as he lay back on the bed, bringing the blanket higher over both of you.

"Quedémonos aquí un poco más" He murmured, pulling you into his chest. (Let's stay here a little longer.)

"I have work in a bit."

"Call in sick." He whispered into your hair. "Tell them your boyfriend is needy and full of regrets."

You smiled, eyes fluttering shut. "That's not a real excuse."

"It should be." He said, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "Because I really, really missed you."

A comfortable silence settled between you, his fingers slowly tracing shapes along your back, your cheek pressed against his heartbeat.

Then, softly, he whispered. "Te quiero" (I love you.)

You smiled into his skin, your arms wrapped around him tighter. "Yo también te quiere." (I love you too.)

[jaquemuses]

𝜗𝜚⊹ ‧₊˚ excuses

pairing: actor!enzo x actress!r

sinopsis: Enzo y vos estan teniendo dificultades para filmar una de las escenas en su nueva pelicula, por lo que una noche se aparece en tu puerta con la excusa de practicar.

contenido: SMUT !! insultos, thigh-riding, creampie, p en v, sexo sin condon, diferencia de edad (reader 22 y enzo 34), mirror sex, un poquito de breeding kink, reader es un poco innocente (kinda) smut con plot

word count: 5.3k me re inspire sepan disculpar

a/n: holis !! primero que nada PERDON por tardar tanto, soy bastante perfeccionista y cada vez que decia que iba a subir el fic no me convencia como quedaba, pero me parece que ahora esta bastante decente, espero que les guste, me inspire en tres reqs que me mandaron asi que muchas gracias, sigan mandando !!!

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"¡No, no, no, corten!" El director grito repetidamente, su creciente irritación coloreaba su voz por completo. "Chicos... Ya se los dije antes, pero..."

Te restregaste la cara con un suspiro, levantandote del regazo de Enzo, quien se masajeaba el puente de la nariz en una clara seña de agotamiento. "No veo chispa... no veo-"

"No veo pasión", terminaste la oracion de tu director, quien asintió con seriedad. Era la quinceava vez que estaban intentando repetir esta escena ese dia, el cansancio se hacia presente en el set, sin embargo todo el equipo seguia ahi, inalterable, esperando a que el director diera las ordenes para poder retirarse a descansar ya que, despues de todo, eran casi las doce de la noche.

"Les juro que esto es igual de agotador para mí como para ustedes.", continuó el con el guión entre las manos. "Necesito que quede bien. Simplemente imaginense que esta escena es la culminación de seis meses de espera entre los personajes. Seis meses de tabú, de tensión sexual implacable. Nada más que miradas en clase y breves caricias... se supone que estan al borde de la locura el uno por el otro, feroces el uno por el otro. Pero aca solo veo nervios e inexperiencia... Ustedes son profesionales, les pido por favor que se concentren... Cuanto antes se suelten mas rapido vamos a terminar."

Enzo y vos estaban rodando la primera escena de sexo de una película que relataba la enfermiza y prohibida relación amorosa entre una alumna de 18 años y su profesor quien era mucho mayor que ella. Bueno, no exactamente filmando —ya que no estaban llegando muy lejos con la escena.

Esto era dificil para los dos, simplemente no podían complacer a su director.

El papel ya de por si era increíblemente agotador, incluso sin contar el estrés extra de la escena de sexo: eran jornadas de rodaje de 15 horas, viviendo en el set en una ciudad lejos de tu casa, y la mitad de esas horas se dedicaban a filmar o practicar esta misma escena, tener a un director perfeccionista que se creia la reencarnacion de Kubrick no era facil.

El problema de la escena era su extensa duracion, y el director quería que se hiciera en una sola toma.

una. sola. toma.

Daniel era un director brillante, y tenía un amor incondicional por este proyecto y sus personajes que desearías que todos los directores tuvieran por el suyo, pero él era inflexible en que todo sea hecho a la perfección ya que en varias reuniones previas al rodaje hablo sobre como esta escena estaba destinada a ser la mas "icónica" de toda la película, porque era el quid de la cuestion, el punto de inflexion para los personajes, el punto de no retorno.

"Con todo respeto, Daniel..." empezaste "nunca me habia imaginado en un escenario así, y tampoco tengo experiencia en este tipo de situaciones. ¿A que te referis con que nos falta pasion?"

"Ese es tu trabajo: imaginar e interpretar". El director exigió. Obviamente frustrado con la situacion.

Justo antes de que pudieras retrucarlo, Enzo intervino con suavidad. "Creo que lo que ella quiere decir", dijo, viendo las venas de la frente del director casi por estallar "es que es difícil actuar porque no es una situacion que se viva cotidianamente. Es fácil actuar enamorado porque amor hay por todas partes, ¿no? Pero aca no tenemos mucho en lo que basarnos mas que en lo que podemos llegar a imaginarnos."

La mirada del director se turnaba rápidamente entre vos y enzo por un momento antes de suspirar cansado.

"Me vas a decir que nunca pensaste en alguien mas grande de esta manera?" te insistió, obviamente bromeando y tratando de aligerar el ambiente en el set.

Hiciste una pausa, y trataste de no mirar a Enzo, tu co-protagonista de unos treinta y tantos años.

Enzo habia sido casteado no solo por su impecable actuación sino que tambien por lo absolutamente precioso que era.

Su personaje era enfermizo y asqueroso, por eso sabias que el haberlo elegido a él era una decision calculada y previamente analizada. Querian que el publico bajara la guardia ante su belleza para poder darle un plot twist y que la inmoralidad del personaje los tomara por sorpresa mas tarde.

Estaba destinado a ser visto como un hombre encantador, guapo, totalmente fuera de los límites. El objeto de deseo completamente prohibido, la línea que tu personaje estaba desesperada por cruzar.

No era muy distinto en la vida real; la joven actriz inexperta que anhelaba pasar por alto las reglas sociales y expresar con total sinceridad su admiración por el actor de mediana edad con años de experiencia a sus espaldas.

No estabas enamorada ni nada, pero te deleitabas ante su presencia, despues de todo Enzo era todo lo contrario a su personaje; el mayor era paciente, amable y completamente comprensivo con tu falta de experiencia en el ambito cinematográfico, siempre te guiaba durante el rodaje y te daba tips para sobrevivir a un rodaje. Eran cosas basicas, tales como cuando podias quitarte el maquillaje y el vestuario o como pedir ciertas cosas en set y lenguaje especifico, todas las cosas que a él le hubiera gustado que alguien le diga cuando estaba empezando.

Siempre estaban esos tiempos libres en donde compartian risas sinceras y conversaciones tontas que nunca esperabas de un hombre tan imponente como Enzo, conversaciones en donde sus manos ásperas apenas rozaban tu cintura y su mirada recorria con atencion tu rostro y tu cuerpo, en donde su voz sonaba sensual y provocativa a pesar de que nada vulgar salia de su boca.

Enzo hacía que tus interiores palpitaran, con anticipacion especialmente cuando llegaba la hora de rodar las escenas más íntimas, y solo podías aferrarte a la fantasía de que él sintiera lo mismo.

Todavia te acordabas de la primera escena que hicieron juntos: en la película, sus personajes se encontraban después de clase para conversar sobre un examen desaprobado, el punto en donde comenzaria su atracción del uno por el otro. Enzo estaba presionado contra tu espalda, inclinándose sobre vos para mirar con insistencia el examen, con una de sus grandes manos agarrando tu hombro. El aire se sentía cargado, su cuerpo cálido, su voz baja haciéndote sentir mareada mientras recitaba sus líneas.

Te estremeciste al recordar el momento, y, volviendo a la realidad, respondiste a la pregunta del director con un enérgico asentimiento de cabeza.

El director soltó una risa ‐forzada- y golpeó suavemente el guion contra la palma de su mano. "Bien. Bueno, les parece si cortamos por hoy. Aprovechen este tiempo extra para imaginar, investigar, cualquier cosa, e intenten practicar la escena antes de mañana, ¿Si? La práctica hace al maestro."

Enzo y vos asintieron al unísono, intercambiándose una mirada que gritaba "que vamos a hacer?" antes de apartar la vista mutuamente y regresar a sus caravanas.

Más tarde esa noche, estabas preparándote para irte a dormir, quitándote el pelo recién lavado de la toalla mientras veias el guión reposando sobre tu cama, la luz tenue te invitaba a relajarte, sin embargo un golpe en la puerta del trailer te saco del trance.

"Ahí va!!," exclamaste, mientras te ponías tus shorts de seda. Te percataste rapidamente de lo incómodo que podría ser ser vista en esos pijamas si el director o alguno de tus compañeros actores estaba detras de esa puerta, pero estabas demasiado cansada como para preocuparte.

Te importó, si, pero sin embargo, en vez de cambiarte cruzaste tus brazos de manera que estos estuvieran cubriendo tu pecho, el cual se encontraba ligeramente descubierto. Fue entonces cuando abriste la puerta y ahi, en los escalones, estaba tu compañero de reparto, Enzo.

Antes de hablar, te examinó de arriba a abajo, con sus oscuros ojos brillando detrás de un par de lentes de descanso, los cuales eran desconocidos para vos, no pudiste evitar pensar en lo lindos que le quedaban. "Uh, disculpame chiquita, ¿Te estabas por ir a dormir?" preguntó por lo bajo, su voz se escuchaba mas grave de lo normal. Ese tipo de apodos eran normales viniendo de Enzo, sin embargo hizo que tu piel se erizara, ¿O habia sido el frio aire del exterior? Sí, probablemente era eso.

Su mirada se paseo por tu cuerpo y se detuvo en la piel desnuda de tus piernas por unos segundos más, te moviste incómodamente, cruzando los tobillos en un intento pobre de esconderte. "Si... son casi las tres de la mañana En... ¿Pasó algo?" preguntaste con un tono un poco agresivo, un poco mas de lo que pretendías ser.

"Si ya se, disculpame", se corrigió, sacudiendo la cabeza y finalmente mirándote a los ojos. "Quería pasar antes... me quede pensando porque sé que esta escena nos está desconcertando, así que..." se interrumpió, levantando el guion que sostenía detrás de su espalda. "¿Estas muy cansada como para practicar un poco? Sino mañana temprano, no hay problema." Parpadeaste rápidamente ante la simple e inocente solicitud. Enzo estaba parado en tu puerta a las tres de la mañana preguntandote si podian ensayar. Solo un ensayo, no alguna travesura lasciva de última hora de las que te estabas imaginando. "Ah... sí, obvio, pasá que está frio.", asentiste entumecida, apartándote para dejarlo entrar.

Enzo asintio en forma de agradecimiento y te regalo una sonrisa, una vez dentro de la caravana se instaló en el borde de tu tocador, mirandote mientras cerrabas la puerta y te volteabas en su direccion. Se veia casual, tenia puestos unos joggings grises holgados y una camiseta blanca ajustada y desgastada.

Ya estaba todo predefinido en el guión, cada palabra que tenias que decir y cada acción que tenias que hacer, pero aún así. Decir y hacer cosas de esa índole después de las horas de trabajo parecia formar parte de una de tus fsntasias con el mayor. Sin embargo, te obligaste a despavilarte internamente -por segunda vez en menos de dos minutos-. Enzo había venido a ensayar la escena con intenciones profesionales y probablemente solo lo había hecho porque estaba cansado de que arruinaras la escena, despues de todo el podía hacer su parte magistralmente, y sabías que si hubiera estado acompañado por una actriz más experimentada, la filmación habría avanzado hace ya mucho tiempo. Caminaste temblorosamente hacia tu cama, acomodándote sentada como indiecito en la misma mientras lo veías hojear el guion; enzo levantó la vista y frunció el ceño con una sonrisa. "¿Qué estás haciendo ahí? Vení para aca", te indicó que te acercaras, casi como una orden sin embargo salil de su boca con amabilidad. "No tenemos un escritorio, así que podemos usar tu tocador. ¿Te parece?" Asentiste, mordiéndote el labio y obedeciendo nerviosamente a sus palabras. "¿Entonces, arrancamos desde el principio?" preguntaste, sintiendo de repente como tu voz y tus piernas se sentian débiles.

Sus ojos seguían fijos en el papel mientras respondía. "No, no creo que haga falta. La parte del sexo es lo único con lo que estamos teniendo problemas, ¿No?" Tragaste saliva, tu garganta estaba repentinamente seca.

"Sí, supongo que sí."

Con eso, Enzo termino de darle un último vistazo al guion antes de sumergirse en la escena.

Sus acciones ya eran familiares para vos ya que habian estado intentando filmar esta escena todos los días durante al menos tres dias. Su cuerpo se volvió hacia el tuyo, sus manos subieron a tu mandíbula y presionaron tu espalda ligeramente sobre la mesa. Te abrazó fuertemente y te hizo mirarlo, mientras recitaba sus líneas. Torpemente, hiciste lo mismo, recordando mal lo que necesitabas decir. "La puta madre, perdón, me puse nerviosa." dijiste de repente, apartándote de su contacto y suspirando. Él te dio una pequeña y cuidadosa sonrisa, rompiendo inmediatamente el personaje y dando un paso atrás del tocador. "No hay necesidad de ponerse nerviosa. La práctica hace al maestro, ¿te acordas?" Te burlaste de su cita al director.

"Sí, ya se... Es que no entiendo a qué se refiere con apasionado. Estoy tratando de ser una profesional al respecto, pero - pero nunca fui parte en una historia de amor de este tipo, me cuesta imaginarmelo..."

"No es muy raro igual viniendo de vos, es normal. Sos muy joven todavia, nena. Demasiado buena para este tipo de cosas... ¿No?" dijo, su mano subiendo a tu hombro, donde el tirante de tu pijama de seda se había resbalado, acariciándolo suavemente. Prácticamente te derretiste ante el apodo y cómo las yemas de sus dedos rozaban tu piel. Estabas tan cautivada que casi gemiste cuando se detuvo y levantó tu tirante caído, pero en cambio, tomaste en silencio el guion que se había caído sobre la mesa y encontraste una de las líneas, inhalando profundamente y preparándote para entrar en personaje.

Tu mano subió para tirar de la manga de la camisa de Enzo, según lo dictaba el guion. "Por favor", susurraste con la voz aguda de tu personaje, "Quiero que me toques."

"No, esto está mal... Soy tu profesor y..." respondió Enzo, rápidamente volviendo al personaje, el dorso de su mano rozando tu mejilla. "No te quiero romper el corazon."

Miraste a Enzo, las lagrimas nublaban tu vista, tal como lo indicaba el guión. "Por favor. Te necesito." Despues, una de tus temblorosas manos bajó por el pecho de Enzo mientras hablabas, tal como lo hacías en el set. "Pienso en vos todas las noches... Me mojé tanto el día que me regañaste enfrente de todos."

Escuchaste cómo a Enzo se le entrecortaba la respiracion.

No, Enzo no, su personaje, te recordaste a vos misma.

"Ay nena... Yo pienso en vos todos los dias, en clase, en mi casa...", gruñó despues de decir sus lineas.

Hasta ahora, todo bien, pensaste. No era incómodo y ya estaba siendo mucho mejor que las actuaciones mediocres que habías dado anteriormente. Continuaste inclinándote hacia Enzo, haciéndo que se siente en el tocador, esta era la parte de la escena a la que habían llegado antes de que el director les dijera que cortaran.

Esta vez, sin embargo, las acciones de Enzo difirieron de las que se suponía que tenia que realizar: en lugar de acariciar tu rostro, sus dedos bajaron por tus caderas, enviando escalofríos por tu espina dorsal.

"Te prometo que me voy a portar bien... Nunca le voy a contar a nadie...", recitaste, sintiendo calor en la cara mientras su mano se acercaba más a la curva de tu trasero. "Podes hacer lo que quieras conmigo".

La mirada de Enzo se oscureció recorriendo tus rasgos. No dijo su línea, y pensaste que se había perdido, por lo que retiraste tus manos de su cuerpo preocupada. "¿Enzo estás bien?"

Antes de que pudieras terminar tu oración, Enzo te agarró por el culo, cambiando sus lugares y colocándote en el borde del tocador.

"¡Enzo!" chillaste, era lo único que podías decir mientras procesabas lo que acababa de suceder. Tu mente divagaba en confusión - y anticipación - mientras él estaba de pie enfrente tuyo, con las piernas presionando a ambos lados de tus rodillas, su gran cuerpo atrapándote contra el tocador.

"Shh... un poquito de improvisacion nunca mató a nadie." musito en voz baja con su característico acento antes de que un guiño pícaro se dibujara en sus rasgos afilados.

Su mano luego acarició tu cabello, mientras que su otra mano subió a tu barbilla y te hizo mirar hacia arriba. "¿Todo lo que yo quiera?" murmuró, volviendo al guion.

Batiste las pestañas coquetamente. "Todo. Soy tuya".

Aca es donde pensabas que Enzo se detendría, porque después de tu línea venían los besos, los toques y las caricias intensas: todas las cosas que hasta ahora no habías filmado en absoluto, porque ni siquiera podías pronunciar el diálogo correctamente.

Pero en cambio, se inclinó y comenzó a besar vorazmente tu cuello, haciéndote jadear.

"¿Qué haces?"

"Seguime", exigió suavemente, "es todo parte de la escena, ¿te acordas?"

Parpadeaste aturdida, abriendo y cerrando la boca, incapaz de registrar un pensamiento o palabra coherente. Dijo que era parte de la escena, pero habías leído el guion, y sus dientes mordiendo ligeramente tu sensible piel no estaba escrito en ninguna parte.

Pero, te tragaste tus pensamientos y recitaste varias líneas más junto con las suyas. Sentias como su otra mano sostenia tu muslo tan fuerte que pensaste que podría dejar moretones, pars este entonces ya empezabas a creer que tal vez esto era una de esos sueños que tenias sobre el mayor, solo producto de tu imaginación.

Estabas siguiendo el guion, tal como él había dicho que harian, pero incluso así, era evidente lo sencillo que podria ser rendirte ante sus besos, después de todo, apenas te estabas reprimiendo para no entregarte por completo. Pero ¿cómo resistirse, con su hermoso rostro a escasos centímetros del tuyo? esa era la verdadera pregunta.

Actuando o no, estabas decidida a disfrutar cada minuto de esto.

Cuando una de sus manos comenzo a jugar con la cintura de tus diminutos shorts y sus labios succionaron levemente a piel de tu cuello -justo en ese punto-, no pudiste evitar el gemido que salió de tu boca.

Sin embargo, el ruido pareció asustarlo; lo sacudió, lo devolvió a la realidad, y tus sospechas se confirmaron cuando se apartó bruscamente de vos.

"Dios, perdon nena..." una mueca cubrió sus rasgos, mirándote de arriba abajo como si acabara de darse cuenta de lo que estaba haciendo. "No sé qué me pasó, yo... no tendria que haber venido tan tarde, perdón."

Lo miraste, tu cuerpo decepcionado por la falta de contacto, observándolo presionar sus labios rosados en una mueca conflictiva. "¿Qué - qué queres decir?"

Su mirada recorrió cada rasgo tuyo, tan intensamente que pensaste que estaba admirando tu rostro. "No puedo, no podemos. Sos mi compañera, sos... sos mas chica que yo y..."

"Entonces podemos parar. Si eso es lo que queres", murmuraste coqueta, levantando la mano para quitar un pequeño hilo de su delgada camisa. "Pero solo si lo decis, decime que no queres que esto siga." dijiste, peligrosamente cerca de sus labios.

Gruñó, mordiéndose el labio. "No me hagas esto. Por favor sabes que no puedo"

"Hacerte qué?" Inclinaste la cabeza hacia un lado mirandolo con ojos grandes, fingiendo inocencia.

"Provocarme asi, nena. Porque sabes que no te voy a decir que pares. Y porque lo haces sabiendo que no voy a poder controlarme", gruñó antes de darte un beso profundo y desesperado, bajandote del tocador y bajando los besos por tu pecho.

"Entonces no me lo pidas En." gemiste enredando tus dedos en su cabello, siguiendo cada movimiento suyo, derritiendote bajo su toque dominante. "Y cogeme de una vez."

Enzo jadeaba entre besos. "Decis todas esas cosas con esa boquita tan bonita... No sabes como me calentas."

Tus manos recorrían todo su cuerpo, te detuviste en el borde de su camiseta, levantando esta para quitarsela, Enzo se separo y se deshizo de la prenda el mismo. Estabas desesperada por sentirlo. Y él tenía pensamientos similares, sus largos dedos se sumergieron en tus pantalones de seda y acariciaron tu intimidad por encima de la tela de tu ropa interior.

"Te necesito tanto, Enzo", jadeaste, y, despues de escuchar tus palabras, te quito desesperadamente los shorts y las bragas, haciéndote estremecer ante la repentina exposicion.

Acto seguido, se sentó en la silla de tu tocador y te agarró bruscamente por las caderas para colocarte sobre uno de sus muslos. La gruesa tela de sus pantalones de jogging, absorbiendo tu humedad como una esponja.

"Dale entonces", exigió sombríamente, "Mostrame cuánto me necesitas y movete".

Te mordiste el labio, la cara ardiendo de vergüenza ante la orden. Pero había una necesidad dolorosa en tu centro, y la forma en la que cruzó los brazos, mirando y esperando a que te frotaras en su pierna, hizo que te apretaras contra su muslo.

Tus manos se aferraron a sus hombros, y comenzaste a mover tus caderas de adelante hacia atras lentamente, la suave tela de sus pantalones haciendo mal trabajo para complacerte, apretaste tu cara contra su hombro, molesta por la falta de fricción.

"No puedo yo sola", te quejaste, "por favor".

Él sonrió socarrón. "Dijiste que me necesitabas y ahora no te podes ni mover? Mira que vende humo que sos, hermosa.". Entonces, de repente movio su pierna hacia arriba haciendo que un gritito saliera de tu boca.

No habia nada que necesitaras mas que enzo adentro tuyo, pero ahi estabas, frotandote pateticamente en su muslo hasta que el te permitiera hacer otra cosa. Obedeciste con resignacion, comenzando a establecer un ritmo constante en tus caderas aumentando el calor en tu interior clavando tus uñas en sus hombros, buscando algo que sea tu cable a tierra ante el placer que te estabas inflingiendo.

Tus caderas se movian vigorosamente contra el muslo del mayor cada vez más fuerte, cada vez de una forma más necesitada, sintiendo la presión en tu coño crecer cada vez mas y más haciendo que te muevas desenfrenada.

"Enzo por favor... por favor te lo pido" hiciste una pausa al sentir una de las manos del mayor posicionarse en tu mejilla, acariciandola lentamente. "No puedo mas... te necesito adentro."

¿Te estas escuchando chiquita?" Preguntó, uno de sus dedos tomo tu barbilla, inclinandola hacia arriba para que lo miraras, acto seguido metio dos dedos dentro de tu boca abruptamente.

"¿Te das cuenta de lo necesitada que te escuchas? ¿De lo duro que me pone saber que estas asi... solo por mi y que todavia no te haya tocado ni un pelo?"

Asentiste extasiada mientras pasabas tu lengua por al rededor de sus gruesos dedos, pero en realidad no estabas prestando atención: estabas cerca de tu orgasmo a tan solo unos segundos de liberarte de toda esa presion en tu estomago que te estaba volviendo loca, tus caderas desincronizadas, buscando el alivio... "Basta."

Escuchaste la voz de Enzo cargada de deseo mientras posicionaba su otra mano en tus caderas, deteniendo la fricción. Lloriqueaste ante la perdida de tu climax, era casi como si te lo hiciera a proposito. El pelinegro se levanto y te giró, manteniendote presionada a su cuerpo con una mano en tu cintura y la otra todavia empujando sus dedos dentro de tu boca, quedaron de tal manera que tu cuerpo estaba mirando hacia el espejo de tu tocador, la vista de ambos siendo reflejada ante tus ojos, sin embargo no pudiste prestar mucha atencion a eso. La mirada de enzo bajo hacia sus pantalones, viendo la mancha que habias dejado en la zona del muslo "Mira como me enchastraste los pantalones, ¿Mh?" Musitó contra tu oido.

No respondiste, o mas bien no pudiste responder, ahora tus muslos estaban siendo presionados entre si, buscando la mas minima fricción entre ellos mientras te mordias el labio en un intento de ocultar los quejidos necesitados que amenazaban con salir de tus labios hinchados.

Él se dio cuenta de esto, sin embargo, en vez de hacer algo solamente sonrió y rápidamente presiono tu estomago contra la mesa que yacia enfrente de ambos, sus dedos salieron de tu boca y sostuvieron tu cara, obligandote a mirarte al espejo por primera vez desde que habias salido de la ducha, tus ojos estaban entreabiertos pero tus pupilas se encontraban dilatadas, tus labios rosados y humedos por la saliva, tu ceño ligeramente fruncido.

Te veias absolutamente destrozada, fue entonces cuando sentiste cómo Enzo alineaba la gruesa punta de su polla contra tu entrada, el momento en el que se deshizo de sus pantalones habia sido algo que te habia pasado desapercibido al estar tan absorta en tu expresion siendo reflejada en el espejo. Cerraste los ojos con anticipacion.

Y de repente, tomaste plena conciencia de la situación: te habías entregado por completo a tu compañero de reparto, quien era 12 años mas grande. Y ahora él sabía que no eras solo una talentosa aspirante a actriz, sino simplemente una chica desesperada y rogando por ser follada.

"Ey, ey, ey, no" dijo rapidamente, "abri los ojos y acordate de tus expresiones. Te va a servir para la escena". Gemiste sin poder evitarlo, obedenciendo a sus ordenes y abriendo los ojos mientras él introducía lentamente su miembro entre tus pliegues.

"E-En, Dios!", exclamaste cuando finalmente se adentró por completo. Te sentías tan llena, tus paredes estirandose hasta el límite para poder tomar su polla tan profundo que sus testículos rozaban tu clítoris.

"Dios, chiquita... Mira lo mojadita que estas, me vas a matar", comentó casi sin aliento desde atras, su expresion mlstraba lo extasiado que se sentia. Tus jugos facilitaban su entrada rápida, aunque su miembro seguía siendo una intrusión ajena para tu inexperiencia íntima. Eras joven y nunca habías sido del tipo de estar cogiendo por ahi- o al menos no tan intensamente como ahora.

Te contrajiste alrededor suyo, un gemido escapando de su boca debido a la presión en su miembro. Enzo comenzo a empujarse adentro tuyo con un ritmo moderado, haciendo que tu cuerpo presionado contra la mesa se moviera de adelante hacia atras, el tocador rechinaba ante la abrupta sacudida y tus labios se separaron ligeramente para dejar salir un dulce gemido.

Habías estado enfocada en su rostro en el espejo, te encantaba ver su ceño fruncido, como su cabello se pegaba a su frente, producto de su traspiracion, su boca levemente abierta, y como sus cachetes se volvian cada vez mas colorados, sin embargo la mano de enzo se enredó en tu cabello tomandote de sorpresa, agarrando un puñado y levantando tu cabeza para hacer que tu atencion vuelva a tu cara. "Te dije que te mires, nena" dijo con seguridad mientras sus caderas chocaban contra tu culo haciendo que la caravana se inunde en ese sonido acompañado de tus gemidos. "Mirate y aprende como tenes que actuar ante la cámara."

Su otra mano se posicionó en tus caderas, apretandola con fuerza mientras sus embestidas se volvian cada vez mas erraticas.

En cualquier otra situacion ya hubieras objetado por el repentino cambio de velocidad ya que apenas habías tenido tiempo para acostumbrarte a su largo miembro. Sin embargo, tu calentura era aún más intensa que antes, si eso era posible.

Tu boca estaba entreabierta, tu lengua afuera y estabas jadeando y gimiendo como si fueras un perro; tus ojos se ponian en blanco con cada fuerte embestida, y habia saliva cayendo por tu barbilla, sentias como Enzo te sacudía contra el pobre tocador y como estimulaba cada parte dentro tuyo. Los sonidos que emitías no hacían nada más que aumentar tu vergüenza, eran gemidos ininteligibles y quejidos necesitados, jamas pensaste en mostrarte asi adelante de un hombre, pero el simple hecho de ver lo grande que era a comparación de tu cuerpo y como te podia manejar a su antojo te excitaba de sobremanera.

Y sin duda los doce años de diferencia formaban parte de esa excitacion.

"¿Hace cuanto que necesitabas que te cogiera asi? ¿Te pensas que no me daba cuenta de lo desesperada que estabas? cuando te presionabas contra mi mientras filmabamos y como tus manos tocaban de mas... No perdias el tiempo vos tampoco preciosa.", se burló.

"Desde siempre En..."susurraste, con entusiasmo, apenas capaz de comprender lo que estabas haciendo con el placer que te envolvía y nublaba tus sentidos. "Dios me cojes ta-tan bien... No pares por dios que rico" Tu espalda se arqueaba hacia él, tus paredes tomaban su miembro con desesperacion experimentando un extasis casi desgarrador con cada embestida. Tus gemidos eran cada vez mas incoherentes, cada vez mas fuertes.

"Dios, mirate como gritas por mi, chiquita... ¿Queres que te coja y que mañana todos se enteren de lo desesperada que estas por mi pija? Mirate, mirate lo patetica que te ves, te encanta que te coja fuerte ¿O no?", murmuró, inclinándose para dar un beso en tu mejilla; dulce y encantador, una clara contradicción con sus embestidas freneticas y las palabras degradantes.

Gimiste ante sus palabras, pero sabías que eran ciertas: nunca te habías visto siendo penetrada ya que estabas ocupada, bueno, siendo penetrada. Ver tu reflejo en el espejo de esta manera te tenía inesperadamente más excitada que antes. Había algo en ello, tu rostro contorsionándose del placer, las manos de Enzo serpenteando por tu cuerpo mientras seguía embistiendote desde atras.

Era como ver tu propia pelicula porno, pensaste de pasada, y te preguntaste como seria grabaras a vos misma. Y si tenias suerte, con enzo.

Su otra mano se deslizó hacia tu coño, separando tus pliegues para poder ver cómo su miembro desaparecia en tu interiores. "Por dios mira como me tomas... Viviría adentro tuyo", gruñó, inclinando la cabeza hacia atrás, entregándose al placer.

El orgasmo que sentias venir no era como el que tuviste al restregarte contra su muslo, no, venía más rápido, haciéndote temblar debajo de su gran cuerpo.

"Enzo... más rápido" exclamaste "m-más fuerte",

"Por favor", rogaste sin muchas esperanzas de una respuesta, "dale, Enzo, p-por favor". lloriqueaste ante su indiferencia.

Sin embargo y para tu sorpresa, ambas manos agarraron tus caderas para mantenerse firme. "Mira lo necesitada que estas, bebé", gruñó, empujándose más profundo y rápido, sintiendo cómo las paredes de tu cavidad se adaptaban a su nuevo ritmo. "Llorando por que te de mas fuerte, ¿Mh? ¿Asi te gusta? ¿Queres que te coja hasta dejarte sin poder caminar?"

Con esas palabras, tu climax llegó tan rápido como un tren de carga, golpeándote y sacudiendote, haciéndote gritar su nombre. Tu orgasmo te destrozó, tu visión se volvió blanca y tus pensamientos se pararon por completo. Apenas distinguiste el suave murmullo de Enzo, diciendo "Muy bien chiquita, aca estoy... tranquila" en tu oído, sosteniendote con sus fuertes brazos, evitando que te cayeras.

Cuando volviste en sí, tenías la cabeza baja, los ojos desorbitados y los labios hinchados. Enzo seguía moviéndose adentro tuyo, pero esta vez sus estocadas eran más entrecortadas, inestables y necesitadas.

"Acabame adentro", rogaste de repente, agarrándote de la superficie, tus piernas temblando, tu voz debil de tanto gritar.

"¿Si? ¿Queres que te llene to-toda?", titubeo entre gemidos, dando una última embestida antes de correrse en tu interior, podias sentir su miembro latiendo adentro tuyo. Estaba tan adentro que podías sentir cómo su semen entraba directamente en tu cuello uterino, no estabas preocupada, despues de todo estabas tomando anticonceptivas.

Pero tampoco te molestaria si no fuera asi.

Después de un momento, retiró su miembro, de tu coño y te alzó por la cintura para colocarte en el tocador y evitar que cayeras al suelo.

"Gracias", susurraste, mirándolo a través de tus pestañas. Luego mordiste tu labio al sentir como su semilla se deslizaba lentamente fuera de tu coño.

Él también se percató, y soltando un gemido satisfecho, abrio ligeramente tus piernas para recoger parte de su semen con el dedo, empujándolo nuevamente dentro de tu coño. "Te portaste tan bien, chiquita", dijo, volviendo a ser tierno, acariciando tu cabello, mimando tu frágil figura y mirandote profundamente.

Te derretiste ante sus delicadas acciones. "¿Es un buen momento para decir que me gustas?"

Enzo se rió con ternura. "Es un buen momento, si. Y vos también me gustas."

"Pero dijiste que era muy joven" le recordaste, pasando tu mano por su cabello ligeramente transpirado

Él suspiró, desviando la mirada nerviosamente por un momento antes de regresar a vos "Sí, porque es verdad, pero si a vos no te va a molestar verme con un baston en un par de años lo podemos hacer funcionar...", se encogió los hombros, reprimiendo una sonrisa.

No pudiste evitar la risa que broto desde lo mas profundo de tu pecho ante sus palabras tan fantasiosas y alejadas de la realidad "Ah, bueno no voy a tener mucho problema con eso, mientras que te sigan funcionando las caderas" dijiste con una sonrisa socarrona.

Antes de que pudiera terminar de abrir la boca para decir algun otro chiste malo, tus brazos se envolvieron al rededor de su cuello y lo empujaste hacia vos, uniendolos en un suave beso.

"Me gustas de gustar, en serio..." le dijiste en un susurro, mirandolo a los ojos con sinceridad, Enzo no podia creer lo brillantes que se veia tu mirada.

Sus manos se acercaron a tu rostro, sosteniéndote suavemente, su mirada demostrando todo su aprecio "Ya se, bebé, a mi tambien me gustas de gustar". Dijo con suavidad antes de presionar un pequeño beso en tu frente.

ii.

"¡Corten!" exclamó el director, y sentiste cómo tu corazón se detenia. Mierda, pensaste, con la mente acelerada, ¿qué salió mal esta vez? ¿Fue el beso o las manos en el pelo? Capaz no le gusto la forma en la que estaban encuadrados...

Sin embargo, el director se acercó a Enzo y a vos y soltó un grito de deleite para nada característico de su persona. "Perfecto", dijo simplemente, bordeando lo catatónico por lo satisfecho que estaba.

Tus hombros se relajaron con alivio, y te inclinaste hacia Enzo, quien sutilmente acariciaba tus muslos. "¿Ya terminamos?" preguntaste, sin aliento de la emoción.

El director asintió. "Fue increible, eléctrico, necesitado y apasionado, muy, muy apasionado", continuó con un suspiro, juntando las manos con fuerza. "Ustedes dos son de los actores más increíbles con los que he trabajado; tienen un talento asombroso, fueron tan convincentes que por un momento pense que realmente habian mantenido relaciones sexuales". dijo seguido de una carcajada

Sonreíste con satisfacción ante sus palabras, pero no sin echarle un vistazo a Enzo, compartiendo una mirada complice tratando de mantener tu expresión contenta y neutral, y no delatarte al recordar los eventos de la otra noche.

Mientras el director divagaba sobre la obra maestra que sería la película, Enzo te siguió fuera del set, murmurando bajito en tu oído, "Al final la práctica sí hace al maestro".

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Sono un po curiosa di cosa ne pensa la gente 🤔

Prima mi è capito di vedere un video sul perché Dazai non può essere un bun fidanzano, in inglese. Io, che mi ero già rotta il cazzo, inizio a leggere finché non mi rompo i coglioni (ho letto nemmeno una slide), so' andata a vedere i commenti se dicevano più o meno qualcosa di simile ma, ovviamente, niente. Ritorno a leggere prima di rendermi effettivamente con del "ma che cazzo me ne frega".

Tanto Dazai non esiste e se lo interpreto male in fatto di relazioni, semplicemente sti cazzi.

So' che non è un santo come fidanzato, ma allo stesso tempo penso che se si innamora veramente di qualcuno, alla fine non sarà così male. Ovvio, non è perfetto e molto probabilmente non sarà nemmeno la realzione più sana o normale, ma alla fine se ci tiene ad una persone, proverà a fare il bravo.

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Pairing: Pedri Gonzalez x reader

Summary: where Pedri's girlfriend have 0 filter on and love saying freaky things on social media.

Genre: SMAU

Warnings: suggestive

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yourinstagram summer te quiero mucho. 🍀

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pedri mi niña hermosa ❤️❤️ (my beautiful girl)

⤷yourinstagram mi hermoso chico ❤️ (my beautiful boy)

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pedri proudly.

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[blythsholland]

Hard Launch

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x fem!reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: The times you and Joaquin slowly soft launch your relationship vs the time you do a hard launch, except everyone kinda knows.

AN: The Joaquin moodboard I did a week ago inspired this. All pics found on Pinterest! I really enjoyed doing this! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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joaquintorres life recently 🫶🏼🦅

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samwilson boy put on a shirt.

↪️ yourinsta no, I like the view 🫦

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yourinsta the audacity of not giving me credits for taking some of these pics 😔 all the hard work and for what? I hate you.

↪️ joaquintorres no you don’t! me amas, lo sé! 😏

↪️ yourinsta sure Quino, lo que tú digas. 😒

buckybarnes is that? oh I see you Mr. Torres!

↪️ samwilson I know right!?? It has to be.

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yourinsta assigned to work with friends and love all around, I’m a lucky gal🩷

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samwilson I’m noticing something. ✍🏾

↪️ yourinsta what are you talking about? 🤨

joaquintorres and I’m the lucky guy. 😘

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↪️ buckybarnes 👀

yelenabelova you’re in loveeee. 👀

↪️ yourinsta maybe! 🤭

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samwilson replied to your story: do us a favor and just announce that you and @/yourinsta are together.

↪️ joaquintorres and what if we don’t want to?

↪️ samwilson oh so “we”? okay, I see what you did there✍🏾

↪️ joaquintorres idk what you’re talking about.

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buckybarnes replied to your story: I knew it, I knew it was Falcon boy!

↪️ yourinsta hmmm maybe! 🤭

↪️ buckybarnes Sam owns me $40

↪️ yourinsta are you guys seriously betting??? oh my god.

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joaquintorres and YOU make me the happiest, I love you. ❤️

↪️ yourinsta I love you. 🥺🩷

buckybarnes @/samwilson pay up, you own me $40!

↪️ samwilson I’m not paying anything.

↪️ joaquintorres I can’t believe you two bet over us. I didn’t bet anything when you and Sam got together! @/buckybarnes

↪️ yourinsta get him babe! @/joaquintorres

samwilson he couldn’t shut up about you already and now that you two are together is going to be worse. In all seriousness, I’m happy for both of you ❤️

↪️ joaquintorres I mean, can you blame me??? I’m a very lucky guy! Thank you, Sam! 🫶🏼

↪️ yourinsta Thank you Cap! 🩷

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joaquintorres mi hermosa, me tienes tan enamorado. ❤️

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yourinsta Te amo tanto. 🥺

↪️ joaquintorres te amo, no me cansaré de decirlo.❤️

samwilson ¡ay dios mio!

buckybarnes aw that’s cute.

↪️ yourinsta bucky being soft wasn’t on my bingo card.

↪️ buckybarnes shut up.

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Translation

“me amas, lo sé 😏” - you love me, i know it.

“lo que digas.” - whatever you say.

“mi hermosa, me tienes tan enamorado.” - my beautiful, you got me so in love.

“Te amo tanto.” - I love you so much.

“Te amo, no me cansaré de decirlo.” - I love you, I won’t get tired of saying it.

[junmsli]

needy

pairing. enzo vogrincic x reader

cw/tw. smut, praise, established relationship, dry humping, unprotected sex, enzo un pocooo bromista, oral (reader recibe), dirty talk, age gap (no especificado), afab!reader/pronombres femeninos.

word count. 1.4k

rating. +18 (dejé ganar a mis pensamientos intrusivos)

"enzo" la joven musita bajito el nombre del hombre que se hallaba en la habitación que ambos comparten, acostado en la cama, viene de haber estado lavando la poca vajilla que quedaba sucia. él se encontraba leyendo un libro, llevando puesto lo que parecía ser una camisa bastante liviana y el resto de su cuerpo cubierto por una sábana.

"¿qué pasa, mi amor?" dice y aparta la mirada del libro brevemente para enfocarse en ti por unos segundos, sonríe y vuelve a prestar atención a su libro. "vení y acostáte ya".

"sobre eso..." ella ríe nerviosamente y empieza a caminar hacia su dirección, su ropa consistía en una camiseta negra oversize, la más grande que pudo haber encontrado, sus bragas y no llevaba sostén porque al encontrarse sola con su pareja, en su hogar ¿quién en su sano juicio usaría sostén?

la muchacha se sube a la cama, con enzo en la cabecera y ella en el otro extremo, pero planea cambiar eso. empezando a gatear hacia él y una vez a su costado, toma suavemente el libro de las manos del uruguayo y lo deja en la mesita de noche "¿podrías seguir leyendo mañana? tengo una situación aquí.”

él alza una ceja "bueno dale, pero tengo una pregunta para vos, ¿la situación es; 'necesito una culeada'?" él aprieta los labios divertido "no estoy que me quejo".

"¿cómo sabes?" se hace la sorprendida, como si esa no hubiese sido la intención de todo el asunto para empezar.

empieza desabotonar los botones de la camisa de enzo con paciencia, logra su objetivo y se la saca delicadamente por la cabeza, quita la sábana que cubría el resto de su cuerpo, para ahora bajar su bóxer, tarea que acaba con una sonrisa coqueta.

"un poco bastante necesitada andas vos"

ella ignora su comentario y se sube sobre él. pone sus piernas en los costados de enzo, al nivel de su miembro y de su clítoris cubierto, lleva también sus manos a la cintura del mayor. ambos jadean por el roce más que placentero y enzo agarra sus caderas guiando su ritmo, conociendo mejor que nada cómo es que a su chica le gusta.

la fémina mueve sus manos con la intención de quitarse la camiseta, sin dejar de jadear, una vez que cumple con su objetivo agarra las manos de enzo de donde estaban  y las lleva a sus senos, incitandolo a tocar y masajear tanto como quiera. “vos serás mi muerte.” menciona mientras acaricia suavemente los pezones ya duros de su novia. “decime qué querés y lo tenés, mi sol.”

se mueve con más rapidez encima del miembro de enzo y toma fuerzas antes -casi- susurrar “q-quiero que me folles.” entre jadeos.

“¿con esa boca besás a tu vieja?” 

“dios, enzo no menciones a mi mamá mientras estamos en esto.” dice ella, sintiendo sus cachetes más que calientes.

él se ríe “mmh, vienes acá, te hacés la que no pero sí, no demorás ni dos minutos y ya estás saltando sobre mí.”

“no estoy saltando-” menciona, podrían estar cogiendo como si de eso dependiera su vida pero jamás permitiría la oportunidad de llevarle la contra a su novio. “y yo vine a lo que vine.”

“quizás debería cogerte tan fuerte y duro como estoy seguro vos esperás.” 

con delicadeza (no la misma que acaba de usar para decirle que la va a follar hasta el cansancio) él la toma y voltea a la chica acostando la en la cama.

le baja las bragas, su mirada sigue todo el breve momento y procede a quitarlas, sin importarle donde las arroja. su cabeza sube a la altura del centro de la muchacha, sus dedos caminan por los muslos de ella y los acaricia haciendo camino hasta llegar a su estrecho agujero e ingresa dos dedos que mueve a propósito, a un ritmo lento, lleva sus ojos en dirección a los de ella “toda mojada, no tenés ni puta idea de lo que me hacés sentir.”

sus labios van a su clítoris donde comienza el trabajo de chuparlo con adoración, la mujer gime alto y acaricia sus senos dejándose llevar. 

“muy exquisita si querés saber.” comenta enzo, lo que causa que la chica suelta una pequeña y nerviosa risa, él mantiene su trabajo en ella, dedos en el fondo de ella y lengua y labios en su clítoris, moviéndose, chupando y lamiendo como solo él sabe y aprendió, que a su compañera le gusta. 

sus labios dan lentas vueltas alrededor del punto más dulce de la muchacha y suelta bajos jadeos al probarla “mierda, sos tan adictiva.”

“e-en, yo…”

“decime qué querés”

“ya lo dije, en, sabes lo que quiero”

“no lo recuerdo” se encoge de hombros sabiendo que ella mantiene sus ojos en su figura.

“te quiero dentro, te necesito, quiero que me folles” dice con todas sus fuerzas, enzo nunca detuvo sus movimientos y los gemidos de la chica a la par, tampoco nunca cesaron.

enzo asiente con una sonrisa burlona. “nunca te diría que no.” aleja su rostro de ahí abajo, saca sus dedos contemplando lo mojados que están y alza una ceja divertido. nivela sus rostros y sonríe una vez más, sus dedos llenos de la esencia de la muchacha, van hacia la boca ella, donde los mete y mueve. “mi amor siempre sabe lo que quiere y yo se lo doy.” la fémina mueve su lengua alrededor de los dedos de enzo.

él después de un par de segundos separa sus dedos de su boca, usa ambas manos en el trabajo de poner las piernas ella a los costados de su cintura.

una mano finalmente se dirige a su miembro erecto para llevarlo al encuentro del centro de la joven. “siempre luces tan deliciosa cuando estoy apunto de enterrarme en ti.” finalmente comienza los movimientos de sus caderas contra las de la muchacha, suelta un par de gemidos mientras susurra su nombre, lleno de lujuria, adoración y gran amor. mantiene un ritmo rápido, estocadas que llevan a ambos a un muy alto placer. 

“sos tan hermosa.”

“por-por favor, te necesito.” dice.

“lo sé, mi amor.” no planea detenerse y observa con fascinación la figura de la mujer que tanto ama debajo de él. “me tomas tan bien. ”acerca su rostro al de ella y empieza un más que apasionado beso, lenguas se tocan y exploran todo lo que el otro le puede dar a cada uno.

enzo, como ya se mencionó, conoce cada punto que tocar, besar, lamer y acariciar para que su novia se siente en el mismo cielo, y no duden en que usará cada uno de sus conocimientos sobre ti en cada oportunidad que se le presente de hacerte sentir bien. “justo así, mierda, esa es mi chica.”

desesperadamente, la joven lleva sus manos a la espalda del pelinegro, donde las mantiene y acaricia con veneración, respiraciones pesadas se sienten el uno contra el otro, besos mojados son depositados en el rostro de ella. 

puede sentir como las paredes de ella lo presionan en su interior y sonríe, con más ternura que lujuria, al conocer que su amor está cerca de llegar a la cúspide de placer.

tal cómo él también lo es.

no tiene reparos en preparar y calcular cada uno de sus siguientes movimientos en ella, cualquiera podría llevarla al tope. sus estocadas premeditadas son un poco más lentas, entrando y saliendo, disfrutando cada segundo, sabiendo que es suya y que momentos así, estarían acompañándolo toda su vida, específicamente, ella lo estaría acompañando.

“sos tan linda desmoronándote debajo de mí.” susurra.

pensamientos de cómo es que dijo esas palabras con tanta facilidad llegan a él y sonríe, una sonrisa cargada de todas las posibles emociones que la situación le podría brindar, sigue los gemidos de ella diciendo todo los sinónimos de hermosa que llegan a su mente.

enzo acelera una vez más, moviendo sus caderas contra las de ella con la mayor precisión posible, toma el rostro de la jóven en sus manos. “mírame mientras te corres.” logra decir, muy sumergido en la neblina de placer en la que se encuentran ambos.

ella asiente, diciendo todo tipo de obscenidades, su orgasmo llega de manera abrumadora y suelta un último gran gemido. más respiraciones pesadas le siguen mientras el pelinegro busca también su liberación, ya que su prioridad ya había sido alcanzada. 

luego de lo que parece casi nada, ella siente la carga de semen del mayor bañando sus paredes de forma deliciosa.

“¿fue esto más interesante que el capítulo de tu libro que estabas leyendo?”

“déjame en paz, amor, vamos a limpiarte.” le responde con una sonrisa cansada pero satisfecha.

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writer's note: esto fue, definitivamente más rápido de lo que pensé 😭 si me olvidé de algún tag ¡avísenme!

otra vez, cualquier tipo de feedback es bienvenido :p espero que les guste <3

[two-white-butterflies]

the city of love | carlos sainz

Description: You accidentally drop your wedding ring in the middle of the Seine river while waving your country's flag.

Pairing: figure-skater!reader/carlos sainz

A/N: inspired by gianmarco tamberi.

yourname: i'm so excited for this year's olympics!! thank you so much papa @CarlosSainz55 for bringing lil julius. TE AMO!

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CarlosSainz55: Te amo tanto ❤️

Charles_Leclerc: Best of wishes!

formulaonefans: BRING HOME THE GOLD MY QUEEN

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CarlosSainz55: Animando por tu victoria. Keep doing what you're doing, and always remember that I am proud of you. @yourname

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yourname: Take care of Augustus. 😭 - CarlosSainz55: He is in safe 🙌🏻

carlandouniverse: SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL MY FAV WAG

WAGCLOSET: Make us proud 🥺

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yourname: There was too much water. I lost too much weight these past few months, and on top of that the uncontrollable enthusiasm over what I was doing that I lost control. I saw her fly, I followed her with a glance until I saw her bouncing inside of our boat.

I had a glimmer of hope, but unfortunately the bounce was in the wrong direction and floating more than a thousand times in the air. She dove into the water, like it was the only place she wanted to be.

A few moments, that to me, felt like an eternity.

But if it was meant to happen. If I am really going to lose this faith, I couldn't imagine a better place. It will stay forever in the riverbed of the city that we love, flown away while I tried to carry the flag of my country as high as possible during the opening ceremony of the most important sporting event in the world.

I'm sorry, my love. I'm so sorry.

Please forgive me. If you want to, we can throw your wedding ring into the river too, so they'll be together forever, and we'll have one more excuse to (like you've always asked) renew our wedding vows and get married anew.

I love you, my love. @CarlosSainz55.

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HolaMiami: LORD WHEN WILL YOU GIVE ME A Y/N SAINZ

CarlosSainz55: May it be auspicious to come home with an even bigger gold 😘 te amo tanto, amor.

shewolfinthecloset: "Fuck fuck fuck fuck." What she actually said in those moments 😭

allthosenights: The art of apologizing by Mrs. Sainz 😭

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CarlosSainz55: Congratulations @yourname. My wife!!

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yourname: Thank you 😍

Charles_Leclerc: Congratulations!!

puppylove: OMG OMG OMG CONGRATS

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CarlosSainz55: Now, about renewing those vows.

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yourname: 😍