#mario hermoso fanfic

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that's the kind of love (I've been dreaming of)

Player: Mario Hermoso Words: 2458 Warnings: smut, daddy kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, misusing a leather belt/use of restraints, thigh riding, orgasm denial, size kink (I guess?) A/N: welp, this got out of hand 🙊 Inspired by this gif set and @mercedesjpg and my shared need for more Mario fics. Very much 18+ under the cut

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Although this is not how you anticipated your evening to end, you have very little regrets about how you ended up here. In all fairness, you did put on that silk mini dress hoping it would at least fluster your boyfriend a little bit, and judging by the bulge in his trousers as his hands grip the steering wheel, you have more than succeeded. 

“Upstairs,” Mario orders you as soon as you make it in the door, his voice leaving no room for argument and yet you can’t resist the urge.

“I was having fun baby, why did we have to leave early? I hadn’t seen Alice and Beatriz in ages,” you whine, a pout in place as you take the stairs and turn around to look at him when you make it to the landing. Mario pushes you against the wall outside of your bedroom, trapping you there with his body.

“Oh sweetheart, you know perfectly well why we left when we did,” he murmurs as his eyes rake over you. Even in the dim lighting you can see the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes, which somehow seem even more blue. Biting your lip, you can’t help the quiet moan that leaves you as he drinks you in, lips quirked up in that smirk that sends your heart fluttering. You know he’s referring to the fact that you probably drank one too many glasses of wine, that you got a little too handsy with him on the dancefloor, that you couldn't stop grinding your ass against him. 

“Such a naughty girl,” Mario continues, a hand sliding up your thigh hiking up the skirt of your dress. It’ll probably only take him seconds to realise just how naughty you are when his hands only feel skin as he reaches your hip.

“Not just naughty, I see. My pretty baby is such a little slut,” he all but coos. It makes your clit throb, hearing him call you that. A whimper leaves you as your eyes flutter closed. Mario ghosts his lips over yours, moving to your ear.

“If I move my hand, just how wet will you be for me, hmm?”

“Mario-..,” you sigh, titling your face to grant him access to your neck as you grind against nothing, aching to relieve the pressure between your legs. 

“Answer me, sweetheart.” 

His lips press the faintest kisses along your jaw as Mario slowly makes his way down your neck.

“I’m-... I’m so wet, Mario,” you whisper. 

“Mm, I bet you are, baby. But I don’t think you’ve earned this cock yet,” he says against your skin, voice low and deep. The only reply you’re capable of is another whimper, which earns you a chuckle that reverberates in his chest. 

“You have 10 seconds to strip and kneel on the bed,” Mario whispers against your jaw before kissing your cheek and stepping back. It takes a second for his command to register through the fog of lust and alcohol, but as soon as it does you’re scrambling to make it into your bedroom as you pull your dress up over your head, trying not to trip in your four-inch-heels. Leaning against the footboard of the bed, you undo the straps of your heels, and after pulling the duvet back, you climb onto the bed. As you get into position, you see Mario leaning against the doorframe, unbuckling his belt. Standing there, he looks like every male love interest in those dark romances you keep getting recommended on TikTok; so tall and brooding, dressed in all black and his salt and pepper hair that drives you absolutely wild. He yanks his belt out of his trousers in one fluid motion and the anticipation of what he is going to do with it has you clenching around nothing. He walks over to the bed, a sensuality to his movements that makes your stomach flip as you watch him.

“Had you been a good girl and behaved, you would’ve gotten what you want, baby. But you had to go and be such a needy little slut, and you know what happens to needy girls, don’t you baby?” Mario all but purrs, rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt. You know he requires an answer, but you’re incapable of forming one so you just nod. Mario tuts at you, shaking his head.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Y-yes. Needy girls get punished,” you whisper, looking up at Mario who grins back wickedly. He beckons for you to move closer to the edge of the bed. He kisses you tenderly, a hand resting against your cheek as his fingers curl around your jaw. 

“Remember our safe word?” he asks in a whisper, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You wrap your hands around his wrists as he holds your face. 

“Peach,” you whisper back, resting your forehead against his. Mario smiles lovingly at you, kissing your forehead. 

“Love you,” he whispers against your skin and you murmur it back, stomach in knots in anticipation of him taking away the last bit of control. You love it when Mario allows you to just stop thinking for a while, to turn into his pretty girl. 

“Alright, pequeña, turn around,” Mario orders, using the signal you had agreed on years prior. You follow his command wordlessly, turning your back to him and crossing your wrists behind you. 

“I hate punishing my pretty baby, but you give me no choice princess,” Mario coos, tying your wrists with his leather belt. 

“I’m sorry, papí,” you mumble as he manhandles you into his lap. 

“Oh, you will be when I’m done with you,” he smirks, moving you in such a way you’re straddling one of his thighs while he sits on the edge of the bed. Your toes barely touch the floor and it makes it nearly impossible to keep your balance. 

“Show me how much you want this cock, princess,” Mario tells you, leaning back as he watches you struggle. The fabric of his trousers is rough against your dripping pussy and you gasp whenever you manage to drag your clit over his thigh. It’s impossible to really get anywhere, get the friction you need because of the way your hands are tied behind your back. You whimper and whine as you keep sliding off his thigh, only earning a dark chuckle every time he moves you back. It’s frustrating; every single time you feel it building in the pit of your stomach, you lose your footing and the orgasm peters out again. Mario knows exactly what he’s doing, breaking you down until you’re nothing more than a whimpering, sobbing mess and perhaps the most infuriating part is the fact that he doesn’t even break a sweat while doing so.

“Please, please…” you sob, your thighs quivering as you loll forward once more, colliding against his shoulder. 

“Please, what?” he replies, brushing your hair back from your face as he rights you on his thigh.

“Please papí, need your fingers, your cock, need you,” you mumble, whimpering as he tenses his thigh against your clit. 

“You’re such a desperate little slut, aren’t you, princess? Soaking my trousers, rutting against me,” Marcos coos, his voice honey sweet while his words are anything but. A strangled moan is the only sound you’re able to make as he flips you onto the bed, face first. He raises your hips with one of the throw pillows under your stomach. You slide your knees apart to keep your balance, and can’t help rocking back and forth as pleasure and anticipation sparks through your veins. 

“Already so wet for daddy,” Mario comments, hands resting on your ass, giving each cheek a squeeze. Your eyes flutter closed, head turned to the side. He slowly pushes two fingers into you and you let out a moan at the stretch. Mario sets a torturous slow pace, his thumb occasionally brushing against your clit. He’s teasing you, giving you just enough to keep you teetering on the edge. 

“Please, I need- need to cum, please…” you whisper, rocking back against his fingers. Your body feels like it’s on fire, desire and the need to orgasm taking over everything. 

“God, look at you. Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Always needing more,” Mario purrs, picking up the pace. He keeps his thumb pressed against your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. You rut against him, arching your back even more to give him better access. Mario keeps murmuring the filthiest words of praise and all you can do is moan into the sheets as you climax embarrassingly quick, muscles trembling while your orgasm drips out of you. 

You feel Mario’s hands gently undoing his belt, pressing kisses against your shoulder blades, rubbing soothingly against the thin red marks on your wrists where you struggled against the leather. Gingerly, you move your arms, the muscles in your shoulders protesting. With a groan, you stretch your arms in front of you. Mario flips you over, the pillow moved back in place under your hips. 

“Oh, I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you, princess,” he says, his voice husky, words sending a jolt of lust down your spine. You take in your boyfriend as he –finally– strips, moaning when you finally lay eyes on his hard cock. 

“My cock-hungry girl, desperate to be fucked,” Mario murmurs as he covers your body with his own, finally capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you sigh into the kiss, pulling him closer as your hand slides into his hair. Unaware of your own body, you roll your hips against him. Mario’s hands grip your hips, holding you in place as he slides his cock through your folds.

“Is this what you want, baby?” 

Biting your bottom lip, you nod, fingers taking hold of the sheets.

“Use your words,” he tuts, stilling his movements. 

“Yes, yes, please, need your cock.. Papí, please.. Please..Fuck me,” you all but sob, hips undulating against nothing in sheer want. 

“Oh, you beg so prettily for my cock, baby. How can I say no to such a desperate slut? Isn’t that what you are, baby –daddy’s desperate little slut?” Mario purrs as he lines himself up. You nod, a strangled moan leaving you when he finally, finally enters you. The stretch has you panting as your body adjusts to his size and you feel so full. Mario moans as you clench around him, setting a pace that allows you to feel each drag of his cock against your walls. There’s nothing you can do but claw at the linens as you feel your second orgasm building. 

“Look at you, already on the brink. Love watching your tight little pussy take my cock, I can see it moving inside of you, baby,” Mario comments, resting a hand on your lower stomach. He pushes down ever so slightly as he keeps fucking you and you throw your head back with a scream as your orgasm tears through you, leaving you shaking and trembling. 

“Fuck, princess… You feel so good, so tight,” he moans, “so pretty, full of your papí’s cock. Gonna look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.” 

The words barely register through the haze of lust post-orgasm, but you can’t help but moan, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you in whatever way he wants. 

“P-please.. More.. Need-.. Please…” you whimper, hips rolling against him. Mario’s hands slide up your thighs, fingers digging in where hip meets thigh tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. 

“You just came so hard you saw stars and you’re already begging for more? Oh my sweet girl, so needy,” he growls, snapping his hips against yours. You can hear how wet you are, can feel it dripping down onto the pillow still wedged under your hips. Mario hooks your legs over his and leans forward, pushing your thighs up and out. The change in angle allows him to enter you even deeper and you can’t help but moan and whine and sob. 

“Yes…” you hiss, digging your nails into the bedding. Mario can’t help but smirk as he sets a pace that has your brain short-circuiting. You can feel your orgasm building already, despite the fact you came not too long ago. It’s building like a wildfire, a slow heat that starts in the pit of your stomach, threatening to consume all of you. 

“Mm, your pussy is clenching around me so tight baby, fuck… You gonna cum for your daddy? Let me fill you up?” 

You let out a strangled moan as you nod, body wound so tight you’re afraid you’ll break into a million pieces once it snaps. Your fingers claw at Mario’s shoulders and back, needing to hold onto him as that fire keeps building until it’s too much and it pulls you under, consuming you whole. The last thing you’re aware of is Mario spilling deep inside of you with a roar as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone and chest, and then it’s nothing but a loud ringing in your ears. 

You hiss out a breath at the feeling of Mario gently wiping a cloth over your over-stimulated core, trying to move away but your muscles have turned to jelly.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” Mario soothes you apologetically, pressing a gentle kiss to your hip as he finishes cleaning you up the best he can without running you a bath. He throws the flannel in the direction of the ensuite and moves the both of you to a dry spot on the bed.

“You did so good, my love,” he praises you, holding you close. You swallow around the sudden lump in your throat as your brain begins to catch up with your body. Mario’s words wash over you as you come down from your high. You know the real blow won’t come until later, when the rush of chemicals finally leaves your system. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, nuzzling into his neck as he holds you. Mario doesn’t answer you, doesn’t need to; instead he presses a kiss to your hair and rests his cheek there. In a few hours, when you wake up from the nap that’s slowly tugging at you, Mario will run the both of you a hot bath and wash your hair as you let the emotions run freely. You loved how from the very first moment you explored this dynamic with him, Mario would always make sure to hold space for the emotions that followed. Letting out a sigh as your body fully relaxes into him, you allow sleep to pull you under knowing Mario will always be there for you. 

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This fic took me a lot longer than I expected. I could only write 3-5 lines at a time because I had to keep closing the file to compose myself. The only reason it exists is because of the unwavering support from @emilielfc, @kostasstsimikass and @mercedesjpg

This is the first time I've ventured this deep into this side of smut. I honestly don't even know where half of this stuff even came from and I'm not sure I'd be able to write something like this again

Usually I include a taglist, but because of the nature of this fic, I didn't feel comfortable doing so

Please let me know what you think, your comments and tags truly help whenever I doubt that my writing is good enough.

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Rematch.

Prompt one - 47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry.” Mario Hermoso

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She’d agreed to play FIFA with Mario and so far, in every single game, she’s lost. Hardly scored and any that had gone her way had been own goals due to taunting him into slipping up.

“Aww babe, come on. Don’t be mad,” he reaches for her, but she shrugs out from under his touch as she shuffles away from him after another goal making it 5-0. Her eyes are glued firmly to the screen, the tip of her tongue poking out from her lips as she leans forward with her elbows on her thighs. He laughs as she performs a tackle on him, knocking him to the ground and is awarded a second yellow for the trouble.

“Now look what you made me do!” She groans in frustration as she watches her player get sent off.

“You’re cute when you’re angry.” He chuckles and catches the cushion she launches in his direction.

“I hate you. I suck at this.”

“Everyone sucks when they start. Plus, most people don’t start by going straight up an actual person.”

“Sounds like you’re doubting my abilities.” Her back straightens and a determined glint in her eyes appear.

“I’m not sayi-”

“Rematch.” She demands.

“Another rematch? It’s exhausting beating you though babe.”

“Rematch.” She repeats through gritted teeth.

“Are you-“

“Re. Match.” She pulls her hair from its ponytail and ties it back up in a messy bun before making herself a little more comfortable.

Mario shakes his head, clicking through the options as before hitting confirm and watches as she does the same.

“Loser makes dinner and washes up.”

“Done.” He nods, missing the way she smirks.

By 18 mins, he was losing 2-1. He flicks his attention between the screen and her, realising now in this moment that he’s been played in the worst way. She looks confident, relaxed even and he unhappy.

“You did this on purpose.”

“Did I? Did I really? You set the standards my friend. You made the deal. This was all you.”

“You held back.” He protests.

“And as a result, you’ll now be taking care of me tonight. I can’t wait. A lovely bubble bath’ll be waiting for me, a nice glass of wine and reading a book while you cook dinner. And for you to offer to wash up too?” She comments as she sends the ball to the back of his net, “beautiful.”

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On Her Toes

Full word count: 2,460 Excerpt: 755 Summary: She never expected to find herself in this situation. Fuck buddies with one and exchanging flirty banter with the other, but when the opportunity arises, how can she say no? Category: threesome. smut Pairings: Mario Hermoso / oc / Federico Bernardeschi Warnings: Oral (m + f), dirty talk, protected sex, p in v, DP.

The suit jacket that Mario had been wearing throughout the evening is laid over the back of the chair on which now Federico sits watching. Mario’s shirt sleeves have been folded to his elbows 

and three fingers are currently within her pussy as his tongue circles her sensitive clit. Her ass cheeks are soaked, splattered with her juices from the way the two of them have already made her orgasm more times than she can remember. Her clit is now oversensitive, swollen from the way Federico had held a vibrator to her as his tongue had lapped up the juices which had flowed with every new surge of vibrations.

It’s making it harder to reach an orgasm, but still, she manages one more. And one more. And one more. They make sure of it. Taking it in turns to bring her to another one. Needing her to. She’d talked a big talk and now she was paying for it.

With an event hosted in Italy, she’d accompanied Mario as his plus one. It hadn’t bothered her as much as she thought it would to be seen out together, given the fact that they’re only fuck buddies and not in a relationship. To the world, they were just friends and always had been, being seen together wasn’t a new thing and his fans liked that she gave more content that he would. She’d take photos during their lounging nights, as he got ready for big press events or during his downtime. Many fans wanted them together. Mario, deep down, wanted them together. If they did announce they were together, there would be no gasp of surprise.

She’d met Fede several times, their conversations had turned more and more flirtatious each time. Though he’d remained polite, never over stepping the line or any boundaries, she’d felt her pulse race and the smile on her face would not budge whilst in his presence.

“I have to ask you,” he’d said the morning of her leaving, “otherwise I’ll regret it and this is a perfect opportunity. Are we just talk or is there something here?”

And though they couldn’t act upon it, she confirmed what he’d thought all along. “There’s definitely something here.”

And their opportunity came tonight. She cannot remember how the conversation of them actually acting upon their thoughts had started, only that the three of them had been seated together with her in between them. And though she can’t remember how it started, she doesn’t regret that it has.

Federico had watched as Mario had shrugged out of his jacket, thrown it over the chair and stripped her down. He’d moved so quickly to cover her body, his lips on hers, his hands kneading her breasts as her legs had willingly opened. Mario had moved carefully, beckoning Fede towards the bed, shifting his body so that he was more at the side of her. He’d tongued her nipples into hard peaks as Federico had pressed his mouth to her folds and finally sampled what he’s thought of for so long. Between the two of them, they’d brought her to her first orgasm and the first of many.

Even though her pussy is swollen, her clit both begs to left alone and to be touched some more, all she can do is lay back and feel everything. Her orgasm comes within minutes, her walls tighten around his fingers, her clit throbs against his tongue and all she can do is pant through it.

“You’ve been good,” Mario says, stroking his fingers over her soaked core and smiling as she tries to pull her body away from him; her thighs tremble, a sign that she’s still sensitive. “I haven’t had to restrain your hands this time.”

“I’m trying.”

“It shows.” Federico comments.

“Disappointing. The restraints usually keeps her on her toes, not literally of course, but close enough.” Mario explains to a patient Federico. She’s able to look past Mario and take in the sight of him sitting with his cock between his fingers. They stroke up and down his shaft so lightly, she’s amazed he can keep his cock standing away from his body with them.

“They’d keep her mind working.” Federico replies and Mario nods.

“Exactly. The more she feels them, the more she thinks about them and the wetter she becomes.”

“I don’t think we have to worry about that right now.” Federico replies, his eyes dragging from her face to between her legs. “I would go as far to say both holes look ready.”

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