pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

marc guiu x f!reader

tw: smut, teasing, mocking, language, pet names.

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

darling,

you let out various soft moans as marc planted multiple kisses on your neck, pumping two of his fingers in and out of your wet folds.

"it's only been, what? two minutes and you're already soaked." he grinned against your skin.

"fuck off." you grumbled from under him.

marc instantly smirked, "yes ma'am." he said, getting off of you and pulling his fingers out.

he got off of you and began to walk towards the living room, out of your shared bedroom.

you pouted, not thinking he would take it seriously.

"marc..!!" you managed to yell, yet he ignored you.

you hopped off of the bed, struggling to walk towards the living room but still managing.

you frowned at the sight of him sitting on the couch, watching TV. you walked towards him, sitting on his lap.

marc's hands instantly went to your bare hips.

"i hate you." you said, marc grinned, two of his fingers dipping back inside you.

"i love you too darling." he grinned, earning a soft moan from you.

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

lamine yamal x f!reader

tw: language

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

coquette - pt 1,

"lamine, i swear to fuck if you do not stop running i will stitch a ribbon into your barca jersey and you're gonna be stuck with it for your next match!" you pouted, chasing your boyfriend around the park as you wanted to tie a cute pink bow in his hair but he wouldn't let you.

he gasped dramatically, and very audibly. "you wouldn't!"

"try me." you narrowed your eyes at him when he came to a stop.

lamine just started running again, ignoring what you said.

"so help me lamine, ill do it!" you pouted at him.

"and if i let you put the bow in my hair?" he asked, stopping again.

you stayed quiet for a second, putting your hand behind your back, crossing your fingers.

"then i won't put the ribbon on your jersey.." you lied.

"promise?" he asked, your smile instantly faded to a pout. "i knew it!" lamine laughed.

"i hate you." you pouted even more.

"if i let you put the bow in my hair and on my jersey, yes ill play my next match with it, will you like me again?" he smiled at you, giving you a soft hug.

lamine always knew how to make you smile.

"yeah!" you giggled.

and five minutes later, you had been sitting on the grass with lamine, tying a cute pink bow in his hair.

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

part 2 is gonna be the match where lamine's wearing the jersey!!

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

marc guiu x f!reader

tw: smut, minors plz dni !!, language, oral f!reader receiving, pet names: “love, princess, baby”

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

safe in your arms,

you were in the middle of the most terrifying nightmare, marc could hear you whimpering in your sleep.

you felt your boyfriend’s warm arms wrap around your waist as you felt yourself getting pulled into his body. marc cuddled you into his body, it was around 8am and he had training. 

marc sat up against the headboard, you pouted when you felt his arms shift away from your waist. all you were wearing was a red, lacy bralette and some shorts with southpark characters on them.

you lifted your head from his bare chest and glared up at him with a frown, “what?” he grinned at you.

“why’d you stop..?” you muttered.

“stop what?” he asked.

“why did you stop cuddling me..?” you gazed at him as he began to smirk, his arms wrapping back around your body.

you felt one of his hands squeeze your thigh, a soft moan escaped your mouth when you felt that same hand travel in between your thighs and kneed your inner thigh. “you like that, baby?” he asked as you nodded in response.

marc sat up straight, kissing your soft lips before his lips kissed down your jaw to your neck. he sucked on your skin softly, biting, licking, kissing until there were multiple little marks on your neck.

marc wanted to make sure that when anyone looked at your neck, they’d see his marks and know you already had someone.

his wet kisses dragged themselves down from your neck to your collarbone, he flipped himself over you as one of his hands traveled behind you and unclasped your lacy bralette. marc yanked the piece of fabric off of you before tossing it on the ground. 

his other hand remained in between your thighs, holding them open as he grinded his knee against your shorts.

“marc.. you’ll be late to training..” you moaned as he kissed around your nipples before taking one of them in his mouth, sucking on it.

you moaned, your back arched off the bed as the hand that was once behind your back was now at your hip, holding you down.

“it’s not for 2 hours, love.” your boyfriend groaned against stomach, which was where his lips were now. marc’s knee retracted from your shorts as he tugged them down so he could kiss your thighs. his lips shifted to your inner thighs as he kept tugging the shorts lower and lower before he yanked them off of you.

you let out a porn-worthy moan as marc yanked your panties off of you and tossed them to the side. marc’s thumb rubbed your clit as he licked a bold stripe down your wet folds. 

“this wet just for me, princess?” marc whispered against your pussy lips which got you moaning his name. he began gently sucking on your clit as thrusted a finger into your entrance, he began thrusting in-and-out of your hole as his favorite little noises escaped your lips.

“marc..” you squeaked as he added in another finger. he pumped his fingers inside of you before curling them in you, making sure to hit your g-spot as you yelped his name.

marc pulled his fingers out of you with a pop, which made you squeal as he lined up against your entrance.”ill be gentle, baby.” he said as he thrusted his tip into you, making sure to be gentle as he slowly began to quicken his pace.

you moaned, screaming his name as you felt your orgasm coming. “marc.. im gonna cum..”

he nodded as he thrusted a bit harder, you came all over his hard, slightly veiny cock.

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

sorry if its bad idrk how to write messy make out scenes

marc guiu x f!reader

tw: language, messy makeout sesh

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

caught in 4k,

"are your parents home?" marc asked as he slammed you onto your kitchen counter, kissing you.

his tongue slipped in your mouth when you were about to respond, "just my mom."

you squeaked muffled moans into the kiss as he held your hips, holding you down to the counter. "we'll be quiet?" he said, now kissing your jaw as you let out soft moans.

"no, we can't.." you muttered as he continued to place little wet and sloppy kisses all over you.

marc nodded, not stopping what he was doing.

"marc.." you squeaked before he shut you up by kissing you.

"mngh!" you managed to let out.

your boyfriend's grip on you was firm, you couldn't even move or even wiggle as he held you onto the counter.

marc could tell his grip was a bit too tight, he loosened it a bit but he would not stop kissing you.

"marc..!!" you squeaked, "we'll get caught.."

"no we won't, just shush and let me focus, alright, baby?" he kissed you again, gently though.

"y/n..? is that you?" you heard a familiar voice say, the lights suddenly turning on as they were dim before.

your mother came into view as marc pulled away from you.

"busted!" your younger sibling giggled from behind your mom.

your other sibling was skipping around the room, taking photos of you and marc. "caught in 4k!!"

which just made marc smile, he adored your younger siblings.

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

marc guiu x reader.

tw: language, marc being a dick, marc's new blonde buzzcut (i know, im sobbing over it too).

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

blondie,

you walked back to your hotel from the mall as you and your boyfriend, marc guiu had been vacationing with a few of his teammates and their girlfriends in monte-carlo, monaco. you held a few shopping bags in hand as you walked down the sidewalks, eventually arriving at your hotel.

once you had gotten out the elevator and on your floor, you walked towards your room door.

gently tapping the key card against the scanner before the door unlocked, you entered just to come face to face with marc and fermin bleaching marc's hair.

the door clicked shut behind you as you stood there in utter shock and disbelief.

"what the fuck is going on?!" you asked, gasping before placing down the bags, unbuckling your heels and running toward them. you almost tripped over in the process.

marc blinked at you as fermin chuckled, trying to contain his laughter.

you glared at marc's bleached buzzcut, tears in your eyes.

"oh my days." you blurted out.

fermin burst out in laughter, earning death stares from you and marc before speaking, "im guessing this is where i leave you two alone. so... goodbye." he shrugged.

"good luck mate," fermin said to marc before heading towards the door and exiting.

"marc, you blonde bastard! why would you do this to your hair?!" you yell at him.

"calm down, mi amor." he says to you, standing up from his seat before opening his arms for you.

reluctantly, you accepted his peace offering, burying yourself in his arms.

"you look like eminem," you giggle into his neck which made him instantly smile.

marc kisses your forehead after pulling away from your hug, "you cant tell me my hair isnt cute though."

you shake your head, smiling before planting your soft lips on his.

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

oh hey there?!

lamine yamal x f!reader

tw: none

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

coquette - pt 2,

you grinned happily as you sat in the family and friends section of the beautiful camp nou stadium.

lamine stood at his position as kick off began, his cute barca kit on with your signature pink ribbon sewed onto it, right above the nike logo on both the shorts and the jersey.

a few minutes had passed and lamine had been sprinting towards the opposing team's goal before getting the pass from fermin, he softly kicked the ball into the back of the net.

grinning cheekily, he ran to the corner, dedicating his goal to you.

lamine celebrated by pointing at the bow on his jersey then to you then doing a heart with his hands.

the crowd went wild.

after the match had ended, the two of you sat at a beach, eating ice cream when he let you wear his bow jersey.

lamine wore a white shirt with a pink bow printed on it on the front, just for you.

"i love ice cream," you smiled, taking a lick of your preferred ice cream flavor.

lamine grinned, "i love the beach."

he wrapped a gentle arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you two watched the sunset after a glorious win at camp nou.

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

hector fort x f!reader

tw: nothing it’s just kinda corny

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

eras tour,

you held onto your boyfriend’s soft yet slightly veiny hand as you pushed through the crowd to get to your seats for taylor swift’s concert.

on your birthday about four months ago, hector surprised you with concert tickets to one of your favorite artists.

you appreciated it so much, you would never shut up about it.

“hector,” you turned your head to look at him as he was following behind you to make sure you wouldn’t trip or anything as you walked.

he catches your gaze before speaking, “yeah?”

“thank you,” you say as you shoot him a soft and warm smile before gently shifting your hand from his to his wrist, continuing your ever long walk to your seats.

“you’re welcome,” you hear him say.

when you had finally got to your seats, waiting for the concert to start, you sparked up a conversation. 

“are you gonna propose during love story?” you giggle sarcastically.

hector chuckles warmly, “i would but you’d have to accept a ring pop instead of an actual ring.”

you grin, “okay bet.”

“no but seriously though. if i ever do propose during a taylor swift song it would probably be love story,” your boyfriend grinned as he leaned his head back.

“aw, yay!!” you giggle softly.

pedrislefttoe,

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

sorry for the very late post, i had a ton of writer's block.

marc guiu x f!reader

tw: smut , minors plz dni !! , language, teasing , jealous marc

-`✮´- ᝰ.⋆˙ ✶ .ᐟ

jealousy,

as you sat in the bleachers of the most wonderful stadium ever, camp nou, you watched in anticipation as your boyfriend — marc guiu , missed a nearly open goal.

his arms shot up in the air in frustration before covering his face. he shook his head as the opposing team's goalkeeper passed the ball to one of their players.

the opposite team passed the ball around for a bit before fermin had stolen it, he then crossed the ball to frenkie. the number 21 dribbled past the opposing team's defenders before passing it to fermin.

with a strong and precise kick, fermin's foot perfectly connected with the side of the ball, sending it soaring towards the net. the stadium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop in the anticipation as the scores were tied and it was 90+8 minutes, the very last minute.

as the ball soared towards the goal, it felt like time was slowed down.

just mere seconds before the whistle was blown, the ball collided with the back of the net. cheers erupted from all the barca fans, you could hear the fans of the opposing team groaning in frustration after fermin scored the winning goal.

you ran down the steps to congratulate him, you hugged fermin, neither of you noticing the look marc had shot at you.

once you and fermin had pulled away, marc's hand latched onto your wrist, dragging you away and into the tunnel as fermin chuckled.

"what the fuck was that?!" your boyfriend whisper-shouts at you, "what?!" you respond.

his eyes narrowed at you, "that! with fermin. why did you congratulate him and not me!?" he stomped like a jealous child.

"marc, are you jealous i congratulated fermin on his last minute game-winning goal?" you laughed slightly.

"yes." marc muttered, straightforward.

you couldn't help but smile. "im sorry. c'mere," you grinned softly at him, opening up your arms to him.

reluctantly, he accepted your apology, hugging you tightly as he dug his head in your neck.

marc planted a kiss on your neck as you smiled, "you know.. maybe we should go talk to fermin again.." you mumbled, trying to get on marc's nerves.

"yeah? what can fermin do that i can't?" he whispered into your neck, biting a bit.

"what, you want to find out?" you laughed.

marc pulled away from your warm embrace, glaring at you with that look. he grabbed onto your wrist, dragging you to the parking lot. he didn't even bother going to the locker rooms or anything. just straight to the car.

as marc drove out of the parking lot and had finally gotten away from fans, one of his hands shifted to your thigh, squeezing it a bit before just leaving it there as the other was on the steering wheel.

marc's hand began rubbing your thigh as you felt yourself getting wet in between your legs. your thighs snapped shut as marc grinned, prying them open with his hand.

"marc.." you muttered.

"hm?" he responded, pulling your skirt up a bit as he placed his hand in between your thighs but not directly touching your pussy or your panties in any way.

you groaned, shaking his hand. "marc.. please.." you let out.

"please what?" your boyfriend said, acting all clueless.

"don't make me say it." you pouted.

he smirked as he drove closer to his house, his fingers finally gave in as he rubbed the wet patch on your panties.

you let out a few low moans, your thighs snapping shut against his hand.

marc turned his head, giving you a quick glare before turning his eyes back on the road.

reluctantly, you spread your legs open again. marc's hand found its way to the hem of your panties as he drove like nothing was happening.

he gave your clit a soft, and quick rub before pulling away and parking his car into the drive way. he smirked as you groaned, needing to be touched.

"marc.." you whimpered.

your boyfriend grinned, getting out of the car before walking over to your side to open your door for you. he helped you out of the car, fixing your skirt for you before shutting the door behind you.

his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you entered his house.

a few minutes had passed and you were now layed down on marc's bed with him on top of you, he kissed your forehead before getting up.

"where are you going..?!" you pouted at him.

"im gonna go shower, i wont take long. alright, baby?"

“oh..!” you muttered, upset.