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joe i need you to do something with that middle and ring finger rq
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Do I wanna be Justin or Joe?
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hey y’all i’m back :)
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joe always does this.
he finally gets a day off after weeks of being on the road, practicing, studying plays, and more. he gets a day off and what does he do with it?
he goes to the stadium. you’re not really sure what he needs to do there but he’s there and you’re kind of upset. this was y’all’s day to just chill and be each others company. he’s such a perfectionist sometimes it seems like he’s always on the go.
well, if he wasn’t going to spend time with you here, you were going to spend time with him there.
you made sure to put on one of your casual (but a little skimpy) dresses, got in your car, and drove over there.
the valet took your car, knowing who you were, and you headed inside. you walked around, both looking and admiring the stadium, and realized joe might be in the locker room.
you get there and see him sitting on a chair in front of his locker/cubby looking down at his phone. you go to stand in front of him, arms crossed. he looks up at you.
“really?” you say annoyed.
“baby i’m sorry i had to come in really quick to do something,” he says apologetically. “you look really good though”.
“i know i do. don’t think that’s gonna make me less aggravated with you,” you replied stubbornly.
he grabs your hips pulling you into a hug. his face smushing your boobs. you can’t help but grab the back of his head, carding your fingers through his hair.
“mmmm im sorry, how can i make it up to you,” he asks, staring at you with those baby blue eyes.
“hmph i don’t know,” you say dismissively. but it’s hard to keep being mad with his hands trailing lower down your hips.
“sit on my lap,” he says. you obey without thinking, straddling his thighs. you look down and can see his hard on through his shorts.
“we are not fucking in here,” you say laughing, but get cut off when he starts kissing up your neck, massaging your ass.
you bite your lip, suppressing your moans.
“j-joe. we can’t there are people here,” you whine.
“they aren’t gonna come down here baby,” he says, voice muffled from his lips still being on your skin. “take your dress off”.
you get up and take it off, while he slides his underwear and shorts off. he leads you back to his lap, you hovering over his girth. he takes his index and middle fingers and rubs your hole.
“you’re so wet for me baby. you like this huh?” he says. all you can do is whine.
he makes you sit on his dick. you put your arms around his neck while he grabs underneath of your thighs. even though you’re on top, he’s still the one setting the pace, basically moving you up and down on him. he’s so girthy it feels like he’s splitting you open.
“oh fuck joe,” you moan.
all you could hear in the locker room is squelching, skin slapping, moans, and grunting. him being so deep inside you hit your gspot just right.
“oh baby you’re gonna make me cum in you,” he grunts, quickening his pace.
he starts to fuck up into you and pull you down at the same time, stimulating your g-spot that much more, triggering you to release. he soon followed, making sure he was completely inside of you when he did.
joe looked at you, breathing heavily. his hair was sticking to his face from the slight perspiration he accumulated.
you kiss him. “let’s go home”.
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A small scenario of the last time you talk to sae before he leaves for Spain
It was a cold but comforting evening as you walked beside Sae, both your steps in sync as you guys made your way home from his practice.
It had been a long day. Rin had left earlier, grumbling about getting rest early, leaving only you and Sae to walk back together. You didn’t mind—it wasn’t often that you got Sae to yourself like this. And this was probably the last time you’d see him before he left to Spain.
You were going to miss him
“You’ve been quiet today,” you noted, tilting your head to look up at him. “Everything okay?”
Sae glanced at you , his expression unreadable as usual. “Yeah.”
You gave a small pout. You have known him long enough to tell when something was on his mind. “Liar,” you teased lightly. “What’s wrong?” You persisted.
Sae let out a soft sigh, looking ahead. “It’s nothing serious. Just… thinking about my next move.”
“Spain?” You guessed.
He nodded. “It’s happening soon.”
Your heart sank just a little. Of course, you had known this it’s all you’ve been thinking about these past few weeks.He had been talking about it for a while now. But hearing it from him, knowing the time was approaching, made it feel more real.
“You’re gonna do great,” you said, offering him a reassuring smile.
Sae glanced at you again, and for a brief second, there was something in his expression-something softer. A flicker of hesitation, like he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
“You always say that,” he murmured.
“Well, it’s always true.” You gave a small smile
You guys walked in silence for a few moments, the sounds of the city filling the space between them. Then, without thinking, you reached out and gently nudged his arm with yours. “You know, I’m really gonna miss you.”
Sae stopped walking.
You took a step before realizing he wasn’t beside you anymore. You turned, confused. “Sae?”
He was looking at you now, his gaze unreadable again, but this time, there was something else—something deeper.
For a split second, he considered saying it. That maybe, a part of him didn’t want to leave everything behind. That maybe, the thought of being so far away from you wasn’t as easy as he made it seem.
But instead, he just exhaled quietly, a small, almost wistful smirk playing on his lips.
“Don’t be stupid,” he said, flicking your forehead lightly. “You’ll be fine.”
You pouted, rubbing the spot he flicked, but you smiled anyway. “Still. It won’t be the same without you.”
It was true you guys have been inseparable from such a young age. The longest you’ve been apart is a week now it’s 4 years!
Sae didn’t respond right away. He just looked at you, taking in your bright eyes, the way you always said things so easily—like you didn’t realize how much they truly meant to him.
Then, finally, he turned and kept walking.
You followed, falling into step beside him again, wondering for the future.
Sae’s POV:
He knew what people thought of him. That he was cold, distant, too focused on his goals to care about things like this.
But you…. have always been different. You were the only one who made him hesitate.
And if he stayed any longer in this moment, looking at you the way he wanted to—he wasn’t sure he’d be able to leave at all.
A/n: srry if it’s ooc (//∇//)
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I saw that ur doing a fake-dating trope for pau but i think it would work so well for alejandro too 😭😭 maybe him and the read r both in la masia and he wants to get his family to stop pestering him about his partying habits so he convinces the reader to go along with it
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“Fake date? Really?” y/n almost rolled her eyes at Alejandro’s words.
“Please. I just need my parents to get off my back for a while. They think all I do is go to parties and hang out with random girls,” he said.
y/n gave him a pointed look. “But that’s what you’re doing,”
He let out a sigh, his hands flopping by his sides. Then he looked down at her, his eyes pleading.
“Just one dinner. I promise it wouldn’t be bad. I really need you to do this to me,” he said, not breaking eye contact. The intensity of his gaze made her look away.
“And what do I get from all this?” she raised her eyebrows, making his face light up with hope.
“Anything you want,” he said with a smile.
“Can we get ice cream after that dinner,” she said, making him chuckle with an amused smile.
“I just gave you the chance to ask for whatever you want and you want ice cream?” he didn’t hide his amusement, his eyes looking softly at her.
Her cheeks flushed from the look of his eyes, trying to bite back a smile.
“Well yes, what did you expect?” she said
He shrugged. “I don’t know, but not this”
“Well I’m a simple girl who loves ice cream” she responded
“Which is why I chose you for this . My parents will love you,” he replied, reminding her about their main topic here.
“right…” she murmured, kind of regretting her decision but there was no turning back now.
“Don’t worry, preciosa. If you feel uncomfortable, we can leave as soon as we get there,” he suggested, making her nod.
Maybe this fake date can make him notice the crush she has had on him for so long now.
y/n let out a sigh as she glanced at herself in the mirror one last time. She made sure to look as good as possible, without making it seem that she’s trying too hard. A mid-length black dress that showed just enough skin, with thin straps and matching heels. Fixing her lipstick one last time, she took a deep breath as her phone rang on the nightstand.
Alejandro’s name appeared, making her heart skip a beat as she hit accept quickly.
“Hello?” she said nervously, her voice shaky.
“Hola preciosa, I’m almost at your house. Are you done, or do you need more time?” he asked.
“uh…No I'm finished,” she mumbled, not trusting her voice much.
“Don't be nervous. I’ll be by your side all evening,” His voice broke the silence. She didn’t know why but the softness in his words made her nerves ease a bit.
They hung up as Alejandro arrived, while she sprayed her perfume and got her purse, rushing down to open the door.
Alejandro stood there, wearing a full black suit with a bouquet of red roses. His eyes raked her body, taking in every detail of her before looking at her face.
She never felt more thankful that her makeup wouldn't show how flushed her face felt
“Hola hermosa,” he said, his voice charming like always.
“hey,” she murmured, suddenly finding more interest in the heels she was wearing
“These are for you,” he handed her the roses, watching how her face twisted in confusion.
“that's the least I could do for you,” he shrugged. “and my mom would kill me if she found out i picked up my ‘girlfriend’ without bringing her her favorite flowers”
She had so many questions. So many that the only one she managed to ask was, “how did you know I love roses?”
Alejandro grinned proudly, his smile wide.
“oh i remember you mentioned it before at one of the team dinners back in the day,” he said so casually.
Her heart leaped in her chest at his little confession. He remembered that?
“Come on gorgeous, we can't keep them waiting for too long,” he snapped her out of her thoughts.
She quickly placed the roses in some water and followed Alejandro to his car.
The drive to the restaurant was silent. She was too anxious to say a thing, to the point where Alejandro thought he had done something to upset her.
As they reached their destination, Alejandro got out of his seat and to her side of the door, opening it for her and helping her out of the car.
“You look breathtaking,” he whispered in her ear, before reaching down and intertwining their fingers. Her face burned from the compliment and all she could do was give him a small smile.
“take a deep breath. you'll be fine,” he mumbled, pressing a small kiss on her hair and starting to make their way inside, his hand never leaving hers.
The waiter led them to their table, where his parents and brother were sitting.
Alejandro watched her hesitation as she looked at his family. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before speaking
“This is y/n. My girlfriend,” he introduced. She gave them a soft smile reaching over to shake his mom’s hand at first, giving her the two traditional cheek kisses.
“When Ale told me you were beautiful I didn’t imagine you this gorgeous,” his mom said. And before she had the chance to look at Alejandro he cleared his throat.
“Let’s sit down shall we?” He moved a chair for her, helping her sit down before settling next to her.
“So tell us y/n, how did you and Alejandro meet?” his dad asked before sipping out of his glass of wine.
“Oh we were at La Masia together,” she answered politely
“You’re a football player too? How interesting,” his brother looked impressed, making her blush slightly.
“Yeah I’m still at Barca, not a starter like this one here though,” she nudged Alejandro with her shoulder, making him chuckle.
“You’ll get your chance, preciosa,” he murmured, making her smile softly at his words.
Dinner was surprisingly easy. Alejandro’s family was warm and welcoming, and y/n found herself enjoying their company more than she expected.
His mother was kind, always asking about her family. His father was a bit more reserved, but his questions were thoughtful.
And his brother? His brother was just like him; making jokes that had her laughing despite her nerves.
But what made the evening feel different, special, was Alejandro himself.
From the moment they sat down, he was all over her in ways that were subtle yet impossible to ignore.
His hand rested on the back of her chair as he played with some strands of her hair, his fingers brushing against her neck.
Then his fingers brushed over hers when she reached for the menu. And as the dinner continued, he grew bolder.
His hand casually found her thigh under the table, his thumb stroking lazy circles against her skin.
And the kisses.
They were brief, soft. Just enough to make her heart race.
A quick peck on her temple when his mom complimented how beautiful she was. A soft kiss to her shoulder as he whispered something low in her ear, his lips barely brushing her skin.
And the one that almost made her melt was the gentle kiss on her knuckles when his father asked about her football career, his dark eyes locking with hers in a way that felt far too real.
y/n knew they were supposed to be ‘pretending’, but Alejandro was making it so difficult.
“So, y/n,” his mother spoke up, pulling her out of her train of thoughts, “Ale told me you like to draw too. That must be exciting.”
y/n nodded, suddenly aware of Alejandro’s fingers still tracing patterns on her thigh. “Yeah, I draw in my free time. Haven’t had him model for me yet ” she nudged him playfully.
Alejandro smirked, tilting his head. “Maybe soon princesa.”
The way he said it so gently made her heart flutter.
His mom grinned at them. “I just love how supportive you are of each other. It’s beautiful.”
Alejandro’s grip on her hand tightened, and without hesitation, he lifted it to his lips, pressing a slow kiss to her fingers. “She’s easy to support,” he murmured. “She’s amazing.”
She swore she stopped breathing at his tone.
The rest of dinner was a blur. Between Alejandro’s lingering touches, his soft kisses, the way he constantly leaned in just to whisper in her ear, it felt like the most intimate date she had ever been on.
And the worst part?
She didn’t want it to end.
After dinner, Alejandro kept his promise. Ice cream. Just the two of them.
The little shop was quiet, the neon sign lighting over them as they leaned against his car, their cones in hand.
She was about to take a bite when Alejandro’s thumb brushed the corner of her lips.
“You had some right here,” he murmured, his touch lingering a second too long. He raised his thumb between his lips, licking the ice cream of his fingers.
Her breath hitched in her throat and she froze for a moment.
God, this didn’t feel fake at all.
Alejandro exhaled deeply, setting his ice cream down on the hood of his car. “y/n,” he started, his voice softer now, more serious.
She turned to look at him, heart pounding. “Yeah?”
He ran a hand over his hair, his eyes flickering between her lips and her eyes. “I need to tell you something.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, suddenly terrified of what he was about to say.
“I know I asked you to do this because of my parents,” he admitted, his voice low. “But I chose you for a reason.”
Her brows furrowed at his confession. “What do you mean?”
He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing her cheek. “I could’ve asked anyone, preciosa. But I didn’t want anyone else. I wanted you.”
Her heart stopped for a second.
“Alejandro…” he started, but he interrupted her by tracing her jawline with his thumb, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
“I’ve liked you for a long time. I just…I didn’t know how to say it. And when I saw you tonight, when we were with my family… it didn’t feel fake. Not for a second.”
She forgot how to breathe at the intimacy of his voice.
And before she could process what was happening, Alejandro leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. It wasn’t forced. It was gentle, full of everything he hadn’t been able to say before.
And when he pulled away, he couldn’t help but grin.
“I want this to be real.”
She smiled softly, her hands sliding up to his shoulders. “Then let’s make it real.”
Alejandro beamed at her, capturing her lips again in a kiss that tasted like vanilla ice cream and something else; something sweeter.
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𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞 ... pedri gonzález x reader 💙❤️



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summary: pedri has come home to you, his girlfriend, after a rough match v. atletico madrid ... still gutted about his club's loss despite having scored a great goal. fortunately, you, his gf, know how to lift his spirits like no one else can
contents: absolute fluff, sfw, comfort, female reader, established boyfriend/girlfriend, speaking spanish to one another (like little phrases and pet names), tons of physical touch
notes: gift for my bff - LOVE YOU BAE 🩵🩵
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confidence, nervousness, and excitement are all elements of matchday weekends - and earlier that weekend, pedri had come into that weekend feeling nothing but confidence in himself and in his team. he was given a sense that the training for this match in particular had paid off... both with teammates as well as on his own time.
not to mention the endless encouragement from his girlfriend whose reassurance helped him feel as if anything is possible.
despite all of this, two 45 minute halves plus extra time, and even a goal of his own, later away at the riyadh air metropolitano ... the outcome of it was a weight on pedri's shoulders. the 2-3 atletico madrid win was so discouraging, and the loss hit home only more acknowledging the fact that this is what'd caused barça's generous win streak to end... and had also distrupted the couple of clean sheets that the team had managed to maintain in the last couple of those matches.
it was only right for him to at least give a nod of thanks to his driver who brought him from point a to b - point b being home, where there was no sense of placelessness to him.
he tried to push away his negative post-match thoughts on his own as he had come in through the doors to the lobby of you and his' condominium, but he couldn't do it alone.
that was because he both wanted and needed your comfort. the girl who he constantly reminded makes him a better man with each passing day.
you, obviously a huge lover of barça yourself, were distraught by the match results ... though found yourself able to unwind somehow by looking on the bright side...
your boyfriend's brilliant goal and overall performance on the pitch...
finding solace in simple things that do not fail to ease the emotions a rough match outcome can wring out of one - you curled nearby the calm of the electric fireplace with a blanket draped over your lower half... dressed comfy, with a good book as company until your pedri got home. occasionally, well ... maybe each hour, you'd would revisit cute videos saved of you and pedri in your camera roll to hear his voice, and see his handsome face ... and body ... because the footballer's physique is to die for.
most of all, the opportunity to be where pedri found his place. it was not only in the kind atmosphere of their condominium that pedri could fall back, but into the arms and love of the girl that he shares that space with every day ... and is ever so sure about you being it.
finally, a moment you had been waiting for - to be pleasantly startled by the sound of keys turning in the unit door's lock, had come around. as satisfying as such a sound was ... it simply could not top the sound of the voice of the key's male beholder.
"pedri?" you called out quietly.
from a little distance that did not have to go a long way, a soft thud of the bags that carried pedri's belongings he kept for the away match could be heard, followed by the best sound.
"cariño..." pedri said, the tiredness mingling with his tone.
pedri's footsteps seemed to drag against the hardwood floor more and more with each one.
you encouraged him - "hey... ven aquí..."
with that, pedri's heart was already melting, as was yours, and both would fully once settled into one another, fulfilling the physical touch you two had not shared for about two days. he listened without hesitation when you beckoned him over to you.
pedri let out a small groan as he finally sat on the sofa close to you, and a quieter, but lengthier, sigh was drawn out of his breath once he managed to lower the rest of his body that was still upright, down... to lay his head in y/n's lap.
"that was..." pedri began, shaking his head. though your hand came down to caress his soft, black hair, slowly snaking way down to gently hold the nape of his neck.
"it's okay, pedri." you insisted, simply determined to comfort him after the match.
"it was not okay, cariño. our winning streak... over. all in the last few minutes lino and álvarez had to take it away from the club." he wanted to continue, but you stopped him from talking down on any more of this matchday's occurences.
you brought a finger to pedri's lips and shushed him. it was your way of reminding your boyfriend that the amount of opportunities in matchdays that are underway are so endless. "shhh."
he tried to fight you on it outside of a verbal context - furrowing his brows at the fact that you were shutting him up from any more deprecating talk about the match.
you laughed softly at his reaction - it was classic pedri, and you could tell the way that he was responding to you was almost reflexive in telling you implicitly how crazy you drive him. that blush had graced his cheeks and the bridge of his nose again, well enough that you could see it still while the sun was beginning to set.
"look at you, pedri."
"why don't you let me talk, though-"
"have you forgotten who is no. 1 on the league's table?"
pedri closed his eyes, still revelling in the feel of your gentle hand cradling his nape. "aha... that, i guess..." he played it off in his words as if him forgetting barça being six points clear of both real and atletico madrid was no big deal. "sí, sí..."
"the hunger your club has for winning comes almost naturally, now, look, you act on it very well, amor." you added.
"i have had better goals, you know..." pedri said, still blushing, now repeatedly tangling his fingers with the ones of your free hand, all the while admiring your nails that you had gotten done at the salon as of recently. he brought each individual finger of yours on that hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each consecutively.
that made you smile. "see... look at the way you forget about the trouble when you just come home."
the spaniard let out a cute scoff at your words. "y/n..."
you continued, the thumb of your other hand now stroking his nape softly, the rest of your fingers staying still on him. "just relax, cariño. you know you are very resilient."
pedri gave you the heartwarming look that you could not ever get enough of, him making those doe eyes at you, the man was utterly smitten.
"sí. look, pedri- that is one of so many things i love about you... it is almost unique about you. you can bounce back from just about anything very quickly. see? you don't let that club hold you down... not for long, even."
pedri had an answer to that right away. right in this moment when he finally came home to you, he knew he had a reason to let go from the stress of losing a match.
"because of you."
"me?" you ask, as if you hadn't known the answer. well, had you? you knew well that you help pedri always improve his response to things like a team loss, but not to the extent that you're foundational to it. not just a part of it... but his foundation to keep going.
"i give my all on the pitch for you..." pedri affirmed.
"...you... mi princesa."
you thought to yourself... look who's doing all the reassuring talk now. that only mirrored your point - pedri being a super resilient guy. a trait you found incredible about him, and is one that certainly does him good in life... allows him to pull through.
to know that you fuelled that for him made it all the more sweeter.
"you are right. i saw your celebration~"
"ahahaaa, cariño..." he laughed blissfully, recalling the cele that he hit after his 28' goal - having made a heart with his hands and quite literally mouthing your name, all to the camera. he brought up one of his hands, positioning his fingers to execute half of a heart shape. "i know you were jumping up and down when i did that."
your free hand that he was holding with one of his had mirrored another half of a heart, and your fingertips joined to pedri's, completing the image. you could have sworn his blush got redder. you smiled down at him, and he smiled up at you in reciprocity.
"yes, you bet i was." you answered quietly, that followed by a sigh once you'd again taken in the sight of pedri resting his head in your lap... for good.
the subtle smile that turned the corners of pedri's mouth up was a reminder that you really are a force to be reckoned with. something as simple as a lie down, softly grazing the nape of his neck - a total weak spot of his - and exchanging a few words of necessary kindness, only sweeter when said in a way that rubs his spanish heritage that he takes pride in the right way.
your hand slithered way down to his back, slipping underneath the hem of his crewneck hoodie that sat at his lower back. you began to rub pedri there with utmost care, and it did not fail to elicit a content moan from his lips.
"mmh... no te detengas, cariño..." he whispered.
clearly he liked it a ton, telling you to not stop... to keep going. it was your treat after all... raining this comfort onto pedri. something so essential between the two of you anyways. "i won't stop, mi amor. you know how much i missed touching you."
you suggested an idea that would only make this moment an even bigger treat to the both of you. "i can give your back a massage, you know, pedri..."
hearing that immediately sparked this mischevious twinkle in his gaze that had been fixed on you since the moment he had laid his head in your lap.
"you know me very well... very very well..." he chuckled.
pedri shifted from the current position he was in... and stood up from the sofa, gesturing with a quick glance to you guys' bedroom, then back at you. the look... the idea of giving your boyfriend a proper back rub, relaxing him, was nothing short of appealing. as he backed up, you followed him into the bedroom... both of you climbing up onto your bed, sitting while facing one another.
both of you guys' pairs of eyes could not be torn from the other, though it was you whose gaze had really caught onto his hands, once he crossed them at the bottom of his crewneck, bringing his arms up along with the sweater to reveal his body toned beyond belief... the feeling of having to look away because the definition in his muscles - in this case, biceps, pecs, abs... all that.
he tossed his piece of clothing aside once he had completely undressed his upper half. he then brought his arms towards you.
"ven aquí, mi cariño...
...te extrañé."
you brought yourself in closer proximity to pedri, and he snaked his arms around your waist and squeezed you lovingly while your arms draped over his gorgeously broad shoulders... now sharing a hug that was heart to heart.
"i missed you too..." you mumbled as you buried your face into the crook of pedri's neck, the scent of his cologne off his skin was so good.
you both pulled your faces just a tiny bit back in order to look at one another, both of your smiles growing wider in synchronicity. pedri couldn't help but finally greet you the way he knew he should have when he came through the door, and pressed his lips into yours, for a couple seconds... just plentiful. his brown eyes met your own after the kiss, after your lips lingered close to one another's.
"lie down now so i can start, then?" you asked him.
"sí..." pedri whispered back, nodding ever so slightly. "you take care of me so well."
"this will have you feeling like yourself again so fast, babe."
"i already do..." he said looking over his shoulder to you a bit, as he positioned himself to lie down on his stomach... his back exposed, all yours to get your hands all over.
you simply smiled to yourself... for it showed that pedri sprung back to his determined self... confident in the man that he was on the pitch... in training... all for the sake of you.
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Can you write something about taking care of Omar Marmoush's curls? Like he isn't happy with it and his girl is buying everything to make him pop
𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐬 & 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 - 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 ���𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
✰⍣..𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭- 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡, 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.



You sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through your phone while Omar paced back and forth in front of you, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. His dark curls were slightly frizzy, flattened in some areas, and puffed up in others. It wasn’t that they looked bad—he never looked bad—but you could tell he wasn’t happy with them.
“I swear, my hair just hates me,” he muttered, dropping onto the couch beside you. “Some days it looks alright, and then others… this.” He gestured vaguely at his head.
You tilted your head, reaching out to run your fingers through the strands. “It’s not that bad, baby.”
He huffed. “It’s bad. I look like a damn broccoli.”
You giggled, but when you saw the way he slumped back, rubbing his face tiredly, your amusement softened into something more affectionate. He’d been complaining about his hair for weeks now, always fussing with it before games, after showers, every time he passed a mirror.
“Okay,” you said, locking your phone and setting it aside. “Enough complaining. I’m fixing this.”
His brows pulled together. “Fixing?”
You stood up and stretched. “Yes. Clearly, whatever you’re doing isn’t working. So I’m stepping in.”
He gave you a skeptical look. “You know how to take care of curls?”
“No,” you admitted, “but I’ve been doing research.”
His lips twitched. “Research?”
“Yes, Omar,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I’ve been reading about curl types, porosity, hydration, protein-moisture balance—all of it.” You gestured toward the hallway. “And I may or may not have bought a few things.”
He groaned. “How much?”
You bit your lip. “…A reasonable amount.”
“Which means you went crazy.”
You grinned. “Just trust me, okay? I promise I’ll make your curls pop.”
He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head in mock exasperation. “Fine. Go ahead, hair doctor.”
You clapped your hands together. “Great! First, we’re washing your hair properly.”
He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees. “You say that like I don’t already wash it properly.”
“You don’t.” You patted his cheek. “Come on, to the bathroom.”
—
Ten minutes later, Omar sat on a stool in the bathroom, his hair soaked and his legs spread lazily apart. You stood behind him, rolling up your sleeves as you grabbed the sulfate-free shampoo you’d bought.
“Okay, head down,” you instructed.
He leaned over the sink, and you worked the shampoo into his scalp, using your fingertips to massage in slow, firm circles. He let out a deep sigh, muscles loosening under your touch.
“Damn,” he murmured. “That actually feels good.”
“See?” You smiled, continuing the massage. “Your scalp needs love too.”
Once you rinsed out the shampoo, you moved on to conditioner, coating his curls generously. You grabbed the wide-tooth comb and began detangling from the ends up.
“Ow.” He flinched.
“Don’t be dramatic,” you teased, raking your fingers through his hair after the comb. “You just need patience.”
He made a face but didn’t protest further, letting you work through the tangles. Once his curls were detangled and soaking in the conditioner, you let it sit while you explained your plan.
“So, I bought a curl cream, leave-in conditioner, and an oil to seal in moisture. Oh, and a microfiber towel because regular towels make your hair frizzy.”
He glanced up at you with a smirk. “You’re really taking this seriously.”
“Of course I am. I want my man to have healthy curls.”
He reached up, curling his wet fingers around your wrist and pulling you down slightly so your faces were closer. “You’re cute when you get all serious about me.”
Your cheeks warmed, but you kept your composure. “I’m always serious about you.”
He grinned. “I know.”
You rolled your eyes playfully before rinsing out the conditioner. Once his hair was damp but not dripping, you raked your fingers through his curls with the leave-in conditioner and curl cream, scrunching them gently. You noticed the way his curls were already forming better, the frizz reducing as the product absorbed.
Finally, you took the oil, rubbing it between your palms before applying it to the ends of his curls. Once everything was set, you handed him the microfiber towel.
“No rubbing,” you warned. “Just scrunch gently.”
He did as you said, then sat up, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He touched his curls experimentally, his fingers trailing through them before looking at you.
“Damn. This actually looks good.”
You smirked. “Told you. Just wait until it air-dries fully.”
He turned on the stool, gripping your waist and pulling you between his legs. “Thank you”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Always.”
He kissed your stomach through your shirt before leaning back with a grin. “So, do I have to do all this every time now?”
You laughed. “Yes, unless you want me doing it for you forever.”
His hands slid down to your hips. “That doesn’t sound so bad.”
You shook your head, smiling. “Omar, you’re impossible.”
“But you love me.”
You kissed the top of his head. “I do.”
And as his curls dried into perfect, defined coils, he decided that maybe—just maybe—this whole hair care thing wasn’t so bad after all.
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