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hello… i fear…that kylian mbappe has grown on me… am i the only one?……
🆘 send help
no bc i totally get u, he’s cute AS HELL. he’s soooo kind and sweet to others, that’s what always gets me. he’s like superman in my eyes. chose the wrong side of spain unfortunately :(
hey giirl its @dilemmars heree!! after spending my fair and daily amount of time on tiktok watching edits of ferrán, i have some thoughts rather than a proper idea, i hope it works 🤕 idk if you saw those paparazzi pictures of dua lipa and the scratch marks in callum turner's back in their honeymoon, but between that and the fact that ferrán's nickname is 'the shark' i imagine a nice evening by the pool after one of the matches, playful banter with him trying to catch her, a night together and him refusing to take his shirt off at practice the next day (or maybe forgetting the marks and taking the shirt off & getting teased because of it) 😎 it doesn't even have to be smut, just that suggestive comedy + fluff in the pool, as you prefer! 🫶🏼
ㅤ˚༘࿐ㅤ. ✿ㅤ ‿︵ DON’T BLAME IT ON ME! ╱ ferran torres 𝑥 𝒻!reader 𝄞 warnings: suggestive yet romantic + making out in a pool, tease!ferran, scratches on the back? just a big mess of feelings and vibes 😭
the air smells like chlorine, summer and the faint sweetness of sunscreen. the sky transitions into a dark blue, almost purple hue, but ferran’s face in front of you is as clear as day. the dry air burns your throat, the tension around your shoulders is tight.
the brunet sits on the other side of the pool, the water swishing around his shoulders, water droplets sticking to his skin. his hooded eyes inspect your face, and with the remnants of the spanish sun hitting the side of his face, he looks more like a god than just your boyfriend.
“why you sittin’ so far?” ferran’s voice is low, deep, sleep-ridden, and it sends a thousand tingles down your spine, up your neck. the effect that just his voice has on you, a little slurry, has your breath hitching in your throat. “i don’t bite, baby.”
“sure you don’t.” you huff indifferently, not moving an inch even though you have the urge to fucking pounce on your boyfriend. you can feel that familiar sense of warmth spread across your cheeks as you pull your lips into a small, shy smile.
and ferran just beams at you, feeling all accomplished in making you blush with his mere words and a flirtatious tone. suddenly, your swimsuit feels too snug around your shoulders. you can literally feel the material cling, your hair sitting in your neck.
“come to me, baby.” he tells you, and this time you obey. it is you, breaking through the carapace of your safe bubble. ferran looks rather ecstatic than lustful when you clumsily float over to him on the other side of the pool. his arms that were resting on the edge immediately find your waist to pull you to him as soon as you’re within touching-distance.
his arms settle carefully around your bare skin, through the swarm of frothy bubbles surrounding you. “you’re precious,” he says, a heartfelt smile on his face. so heartfelt, his eyes smile too. his fingers fondle with the strap of your swimsuit, a little teasing. it has your heart stuttering. “just perfect for me.”
“don’t push your luck, boy.” you giggle curtly, sliding his hand away before he can undo the knot. and instead of letting your hand hit his, ferran is quick to intertwine your fingers together. your sharp defiance is refreshing, and somehow it makes him surer that you’re the one for him; the one to share life with.
before you can even process what’s happening, ferran has you turned around. now you’re the one pushed against the poolside, the coping lightly scraping against your neck. your legs float awkwardly about, until your boyfriend hooks them around his waist to hoist you up.
and suddenly, he’s way too close to you. not that you’re complaining though.
“i’m always pushing my luck, baby,” ferran laughs, his face descending to yours. his breath smells like those strawberry ice lollies, the little red spots on his cheeks from the sun turn darker as the night looms above you. his voice drops lower, more quiet, more intimate. “you should know that by now.”
he gives your chin one last teasing pinch, tilting your head up before slotting his lips against yours. even under the water, ferran’s skin feels warm, soft. tender. you two join like two lost puzzle pieces, when his tongue swipes across your lower lip. his fingers dig deeper in his hold around your leg, and your hands travel to his back, letting your polished nails gently scrape along his tanned skin.
all you can focus on is the silence around you. it settles around you like a thick layer of dust, quelling the lively world around you, letting the world within your little bubble with ferran bloom.
“you’re a good kisser.” your boyfriend tells you once the melding parting of your lips has finished. your burning gaze lights up a match in the overflowing chamber of ferran’s heart.
“i know.” you tell him coyly, and ferran huffs indignantly.
“oh my god. you have a complex—” he smiles, giving your side a quick, fleeting pinch. gone before you can even realise.
your lips meet again in a nippy kiss. “i have given my girl a fucking complex.”
your nails stay digged in the skin of his upper back, but one hand snakes up to the curled up strands of wet, brown hair in the nape of ferran’s neck, giving the wet locks a firm tug. “just shut up and keep kissing me.”
he lowers his head to yours, lips a breath away from yours. “or else?” he asks, a little mischievous grin plastered on his mouth.
your stare goes from incisive and astute to pleading in no time. “please, fer, don’t make me beg.”
“never, baby.” and with that, the two of you dive back into the kiss, a little hungrier, a little bit more feral. it’s the way ferran’s body shields yours, the way his hands cradling your cheeks swallows you whole.
it’s the way he always needs to have his hands on you, it’s the melancholy he feels in the sockets of his eyeballs when he’s not near you at all times.
it’s in his kiss. the way this all translates into the delve of his tongue against yours, the scrape of his jaw against the soft of your cheek. it’s in your physical responses: the bright red scratches your nails leave behind on your skin, his shoulders and back, leaving your undisputed mark on your boyfriend, for everyone to see.
it’s the very first breath ferran takes after coming up for air. seeing your face, smiling up at him, all sleepy and sated, water clumping your lashes together. “i love you, precious.”
the consequences of your night together face ferran the next day in the changing room.
“i see you, my man,” pedri claps the brunet on his tattooed back. ferran looks back with a questioning look in his eyes, totally unaware of the dull red lines on his back, between the ridges of muscle and swirly ink.
“what—?”
“you’ve been giving your girl a very good time.”
ferran thinks back to your previous night, a faint smile blooming across his face upon remembering how you smiled so prettily up at him, your plush lips against his. he grabs his training shirt, thrown somewhere on the bench before swiftly tossing the article of clothing over his head.
broooo i want to write smth for ferran and i want it to be centred around the tattoos he has on his back?!?!?!? i can’t come up w anything bc i already have a req abt back scratches (which will be posted tonight) so my mind is empty!!
Summary: Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time. (3.3k)
Tags/warnings: smut (mdni), threesome, mentions of alcohol, before you ask, yeah, they kiss, use of pet names, hair pulling, fingering, we're going to paris with this one, oral m!receiving and f!receiving, unprotected p in v, cum play/eating, tiny bit of degradation, overstimulation
A/N: I don't know how to feel about this. English is not my first language and this was not proofread. Enjoy!
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The heat is curling around your bodies like a humid weighted blanket and the only sources of lighting are the warm streetlights casting shadows inside the safe house from the nearby street.
All three of you are sitting on the floor, talking about everything and nothing while drinking the beers you had brought with you as an apology for showing up unannounced.
Your relationship with Jason and Roy is hazy at best. The most logical description would be coworkers — doesn't matter whether said job is a conventional one or not. But that word doesn't seem nearly enough to contain all of the times you patched them up as they wordlessly looked at you with a strange look on their faces, or the drunken kisses you shared, separately and always forgotten by the next morning.
The conversation reaches its natural end, and neither of you are in a rush to fill the silence with some useless small talk. The night is not a silent one anyway. Cars keep driving by, mixing the sound of tires on wet asphalt and muffled music with the usual sirens that are never really quiet in a city like Gotham.
You lean back, further pressing your back against the couch, and tilt your head back, staring at the moisture stain on the white ceiling. Your hands are still busy trying to peel off the label on the dewy bottle, and you're thankful for the distraction.
Despite remaining silent, your mind is anything but. You will later try to blame it on the alcohol, or the tiredness, or maybe even the stress, but the next words come out of your mouth before your mind has time to process them.
"Have you guys ever... You know..."
The sentence is accompanied by a vague hand gesture which you yourself don't really know what is supposed to mean.
You can feel two pairs of eyes setting on your form as soon as you open your mouth, and the tickling sensation that follows is certainly not something to dwell on later.
"No, I don't, actually," Roy says, and you can hear the smirk on his face in his voice, a sound that has become so familiar without you even realizing.
A groan escapes your lips as you lift your head. When you meet their eyes you immediately regret your decision, wishing you had kept avoiding eye contact.
"I mean, have you ever- umm. How can I say this properly?" you ask yourself, mostly. "Have you ever blown off some steam? Physically. With each other."
The silence that follows makes you wish the earth would just swallow you whole, but the words that are spoken next are no better.
"You're asking if we ever fucked?"
Jason doesn't seem particularly shaken by your question as he replies. In fact, there's a hint of amusement in his tone, which you're sure is also shared by Roy.
"...Did you?" you murmur, unsure where the conversation might lead to.
"Yeah, like, a couple of times," Roy replies nonchalantly, scratching the back of his neck in a way that makes his bicep look edible.
Your eyes move back to your hands, unsure on what to do with that information, or the fact that they were so willing to give it to you.
"What? Are you jealous, princess?"
The pet name Jason had been using ever since that night when you met the pair makes your body feel even warmer than the humid summer heat surrounding you. Despite that, you force yourself to form a reply.
"What?" you retort, meaning to sound indignant, but landing on a sputtering mess instead. "I- What? No, I'm not... Just curious, that's all."
The lie is thick, almost choking you, and the shared look between the two men only makes it worse.
Why did you open your mouth in the first place? What were you trying to accomplish anyway?
"Aww," the redhead coos, "look at our girl. Flustered and all."
They had never referred to you as that — as theirs — or at least, they had never done it in front of you, but the heat pooling in your lower belly is certainly not unpleasant.
"Do you need that?"
"Uh?"
At the sight of your pretty face plastered with confusion and embarrassment, Jason adds, "To blow off some steam. Do you need that?"
Your eyes move from one man to the other, and they can read in your gaze that you're considering it, despite everything in you mind screaming at you that this is not a good idea.
"Come on, doll. Don't go all shy on us now," Roy teases you. "We can make you feel real good, right Jay?"
The other man simply hums, but you suspect that his confidence is just a facade, and he's just as nervous as you are.
There are two roads in front of you now: you can either decline or accept their offer. You know that whatever your decision might be, they would never hold it against you. The only problem is, you want to accept —really, really bad — and you shouldn't, because there would be consequences.
As you keep pondering your options, their eyes never move from you. That's how they immediately realize you've made up your mind.
"We're gonna need to hear you say it first, sweetheart," Jason says, trying to hide his own nervousness.
A moment goes by.
"I want to blow off some steam. With you."
Roy's mouth curls into a satisfied grin as he motions for you to get closer. You set aside the empty bottle and crawl in his direction. Once you're sitting in front of him, he pats his thighs, silently asking you to sit on his lap.
You comply, and the feeling of his toned legs underneath you makes heat rise up to your face. While one of his hands remains planted behind him to support his weight, the other tentatively reaches your face and cups your jaw.
Your eyes fall to his lips and he gets the message, pulling your closer and kissing you. At first the movements are unsure and the rhythm isn't smooth, but quickly you fall into a dance you had rehearsed long ago, despite pretending it had never happened the following morning.
Both of you are so lost in it that you don't hear Jason coming up behind you. You only realize as he moves your hair out of the way to gently kiss your neck. They're just small pecks at first, but once he eases into it, they become open mouthed kisses alternated with some bites, quickly soothed by his tongue.
Roy's hand moves from your face to your waist, before sliding down to your ass and squeezing. The sensation makes you let out a sigh, and he takes advantage of it by sliding his tongue inside your mouth.
As the kiss turns messy and hungry, Jason begins groping your tits, gently moving his fingers over your clothed nipples. The feeling of the two men's touches makes you clench your thighs.
It only gets worse once you break the kiss to catch your breath, and Roy and Jason start making out with you still sitting on the redhead's lap. The sight is obscene in the best way possible, making you move your hands from where they had been previously resting on Roy's shoulder. You place one hand on each of the two men's heads and begin to guide the kiss, feeling your own wetness begin to drench your underwear.
Jason's hands in the meantime move to the waistband of your pants, making you shiver at the sensation of him playing with it, before sliding one hand past it. A moan escapes your parted lips at the feeling of his rough digits feeling your needy cunt over the wet panties.
He smiles into the kiss, and without breaking it completely he pants against Roy's lips, "Shit, you should feel how wet she is right now."
The redhead smirks after biting Jason's lower lip, and, while sneaking a glance in your direction, teases, "Oh, yeah? Does it turn you to see us make out, pretty girl?"
Your mouth opens to reply, but no words come out after Jason pushes your panties to the side and gathers some of your wetness to bring it to your clit.
The neediness in the sounds you start making as he begins to play with the bundle of nerves should embarrass you, but the sensation is too good for you to care.
Your hold on their hair tightens when Jason slips two fingers inside you, but the whine you were about to let out gets swallowed by Roy's mouth as he starts to kiss you again.
Jason's motions are careful at first, trying to get your cunt to ease around his fingers, but once you get used to it, the slow movement aren't enough anymore.
"Please Jay," you whine, breaking the kiss with Roy just to look at the other man with glassy eyes and pouty lips.
"Does our girl need more, uh? You're such a needy girl, aren't you sweetheart?" Roy says, sounding so condescending you might have punched him in the face if Jason's fingers didn't feel so good inside you.
"P-Plese," you sigh, trying to move your hips to meet Jason's movements.
"Don't worry, princess. Jaybird is going to take real good care of you."
As if on cue, Jason's fingers start moving faster, and his other hand begins to massage your puffy clit. In the meantime, Roy starts kissing your neck and leaving marks you're going to have an hard time justifying tomorrow, but all you can focus on right now is how good your boys are making you feel.
The coil in your lower belly tightens, and the sound of your moans mixed with the squelching noise of Jason fingering you fills the otherwise silent safe house.
"Oh, fuck- I'm close," you whine, gripping your boys' hair even harder as you close your eyes, basking in the pleasure of the moment.
Your orgasm washes over you, and for a moment everything else seems to disappear. You tired body slumps onto Roy's as Jason carefully slides his fingers out of your cunt.
They're covered in your arousal, glistening even in the poorly lit room, but before you can process anything, Jason moves his hand near Roy's mouth. Without being told anything, he parts his lips and starts licking Jason's fingers clean.
"Fuck, you taste so good sweetheart," Roy basically moans, moving his free hand to grip the other man's wrist, vigorously sucking and licking his digits.
The sight alone turns you on even more — if that's even possible — and both of them can definitely tell by the size of your pupils.
"C'mere, doll. Taste yourself," Roy murmurs before burying a hand in your hair and crashing your lips together.
The taste of your juices on his tongue is inebriating, so much so that the only thing keeping you grounded is the feeling of Jason's hands on your body, trying to pull down your underwear and your pants in a single motion.
Roy angles your body to help the other man, and momentarily breaks the kiss to take off your shirt as well, leaving you completely bare in front of the two still fully clothed men.
"Your turn, now," you tease them with a hungry glint in your eyes.
They comply with your request, quickly getting rid of their own clothes, throwing them on the floor without a care in the world, solely focused on what they're going to do to you next.
Jason takes your hand gently, and walks to the couch, making sure you follow behind him. It only takes a few steps for you to feel Roy's hand land on your ass with a loud smack, and when you turn your head to glare at him, he simply smirks and walks past you, settling in the couch.
His legs are spread wide enough for you to settle between them. Behind you, you can feel the warmth of Jason's body, as he places on hand on you shoulder and applies some gentle pressure, making you kneel.
The rug makes the landing easier on your knees, but even if it weren't the case, the discomfort would have been worth it considering how close your face is to Roy's cock.
The tip is already red and leaking with precum — the pretty moans you were making earlier were enough to turn him on. Unable to wait any longer you wrap your hand around the hilt and begin to pamper the throbbing tip with some kitten licks.
The reaction is immediate: Roy moans obscenely, throwing back his head, and reaching for your scalp, resting his hand there.
As you continue with your ministration, Jason's big hands settle on your hips, aligning them with his own aching cock. After gathering some of your wetness with his tip, he slowly buries himself inside your tight cunt.
While Jason's thrusts get faster, you finally wrap your lips around Roy's dick, careful not to use your teeth. Your hand keeps moving at the base, covering what you can't reach with your mouth.
The vibrations of the moans Jason is getting out of you only make the experience better for the redhead, who has started to guide your movements with the hand tangled in your hair.
"That's it," he groans, "sucking me so good while getting fucked like a slut."
Your eyes roll to the back of your skull, as your walls flutter around Jason's cock, buried deep inside you.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."
Behind you, the grip on your hips tightens enough to leave behind some bruises, and before you know it, thick ropes of cum flood your cunt.
You stop sucking Roy's dick to turn around and glance at Jason. He's a mess, face stained with some tears you didn't know he had shed, still trembling from his orgasm.
"M'sorry," he mumbles, hiding his face between your shoulder blades and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. "I've been dreaming about this moment for so long, and you just felt so good, and I-"
Before he can keep apologizing, you reach for his face and give him a reassuring kiss, gently caressing his cheek.
"It's alright. No need to apologize."
Roy, who had observed the entire scene with an unreadable look on his face, drags you onto his lap, making you feel the outline of his hard cock without penetrating you yet. He presses his chest to your back, mixing the sheen of sweat covering his skin with your own. His hand grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, brushing the shell of your ear with his lips.
"You've been so good with your mouth, baby," he says, making a shiver run down your spine. "Wanna show our one pump chump whatcha can do?"
The whole time, despite talking to you, he had been making eye contact with Jason, and you swear you saw the man's dick twitch in response to the redhead's mocking words.
"Yes, please," you plead, your mouth already watering at the idea of feeling the weight of Jason's cock on your tongue.
Without any warning, Roy uses his grip on your hair to push your head down, while he, after giving his own dick a few pumps, aligns himself to your entrance, still leaking with Jason's warm release.
You don't have much time to adjust to the new intrusion before Roy starts giving you instructions on how to blow Jason off.
"Now, start by kissing his tip. Yeah, just like that. And use your hands for the base. Slowly. Don't want him cumming too fast like a virgin. Not again."
You do as told, relishing the sweet sounds coming out of Jason's mouth. While doing so, Roy's grip on your hair never loosens. Instead he keeps guiding you.
Meanwhile, you start moving your hips as well, desperately trying to create some friction. Roy understands immediately what you want, and moves his hips as well, trying you meet you halfway.
"Now open up and start sucking. Just like you did with me, pretty girl."
The redhead's hand guides your movements, and that mixed with how his thrusts make you body rock forward, makes you gag around Jason's cock a few times.
The warm cum that had previously filled your pussy leaks on Roy's dick, turning his base milky white.
"Use your free hand to play with his balls. He loved that last time I did it."
You decide to ignore the implications of his words and simply start palming Jason's heavy balls, careful not to do it too roughly.
"Good girl," the redhead groans approvingly.
Roy wasn't lying, and the whimper that Jason lets out proves as much. Your own gets muffled by his cock, as you keep sucking, not bothering with the tears that start running down your cheeks and the saliva wetting your chin.
The redhead's thrusts never slow down, not even as Jason cums a second time. You keep sucking, gathering every drop of his release in your mouth. Without missing a beat, Roy pulls your face closer to his and parts his lips.
He whorishly moans as you let Jason's cum drip from your parted lips to his open mouth, before pulling him in for a messy kiss, continuing to share the warm liquid.
This seems to be enough for Roy to bury himself deep inside you and reach his orgasm as well, shortly followed by your own.
You stay like that for a moment, with Roy still inside you and Jason standing in front of you, still coming down from the high of his two previous orgasms.
Carefully, Roy slides out of you, and you can feel his cum leaking out of your stretched out hole.
What you expect to happen next is for them to bring you a wet cloth and clean you, maybe cuddle a little, before going to sleep and waking up the next day pretending that nothing ever happened.
What you don't expect is for Jason to drop on his knees, place his hands on your thighs and begin to lick your puffy clit.
"Hey, get off of her! I wanted to do that!"
Jason moves his face just enough to reply, looking like the cat who got the cream.
"Looks like I got here first," he comments, before resuming his ministration.
Roy quickly moves from underneath you, and tries to push Jason away from his place between your legs, desperately lapping at your leaking cunt, completely unbothered by his own cum.
A dance of tongues takes place, as both of them fight for dominance while eating you out. Your legs begin to tremble, and the sensation of their mouths on you is too much too bear.
"'s too much," you babble, your brain turning into complete mush, but they won't have it.
"Just another one." "Yeah, can you do that princess?"
Your head hits the back of the couch, and your third orgasms crashes over you like waves crashing against rocks, making your vision turn black for a few seconds.
Your chest moves up and down along with your heavy breathing, making you momentarily forget about the situation at hand.
You're brought back to reality as they both settled on the couch next to you, enveloping you between their warm bodies. The apartment turns quiet again, and the sound of the city start reclaiming your attention.
That's until Roy decides to tease you one last time.
"Did that help you blow off some steam?"
A/N: This was the fic! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated, even if it's criticism (as long as it's constructive). I love talking with you angels, so my dms and inbox are always open!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE MY HEART A HOME ⁕ michael olise 𝑥 𝒻!reader 𝄞 warnings: fluffy + clingy!michael (lol)
the somberly dark sky dawns over the city of münchen. you can almost taste the snow on your tongue. the winter cold swirls through the streets, the empty little shops, penetrating through the robust walls of the sturdy homes.
but inside the little flat you share with your boyfriend, the cold doesn’t bother you as much.
maybe it’s the warmth of michael’s skin under your fingertips, the comfort of his presence, or his familiar smell that wafts through the air when he’s close to you. maybe it’s the shy smiles that are only reserved for you, the lasting touches that could light up a darkened room.
he’s the one who gives your little münchen home a heart, truly. no one would believe this. that the shy, introverted michael olise is soft. a sucker, for his girlfriend. they’ve all heard of his reputation: a little curt, blunt when he needs to be. a man of very few words. only focused on what’s ahead of him.
but now, as he’s settling his upper body across your lap as the two of you watch television, indulging in your touch, the light scratch of your nails over his cheek and chin, all michael can be is soft. clingy. like he belongs right there, with you.
michael’s clad in a simple black tee, — his tattooed arms propped under his head— some old shorts wrapped around his thighs, his long legs sprawled across the sofa. he smells fresh, with his bronzed skin still damp from his shower.
you keep on caressing the smooth skin of his cheek, the back of his neck, every inch of his perfectly chiseled face. and in that moment, every little thing seems so peaceful.
the show you two have been watching plays on the television. you watch how the main character gets chased down a dark alley, and then—
“why’d you stop?” your boyfriend grumbles out.
you didn’t even realise what happened. you offer michael a confused look. “what—?”
without saying anything else he pulls your hands to his velvety, balmy lips, placing a sweet to your knuckles. “keep your hands on me, baby. i like it.”
michael’s voice is quiet, his admission honest. carved into your heart like a love message on the bark of a tree.
and when your warm hands continue to brush over his neck, continue to play with his hair while he lets out a delighted sigh, you know that michael olise is only ever soft with you.
BROOOOO hiding and crying in the bathroom bc customers are SO mean to me like… why do servers get treated like fucking shit like literally the lowest of the lowest rank
since when is it normal to snap with ur fingers at your server to clean up ur table during rush hour and hwne i don’t come and help u within a nanosecond you call be a bitch??????? and start calling me names and incompetent snd shit it’s so fucking beyond meeee
no im sorry ive been contemplating this for a long time but im gonna write something short and sweet abt my boy MICHAEL OLISEEEEE ohhh i need that shy cookieeeee so bad.
please tell me a couple of the olise girlies are following me and are just as affected by him
i’m crying. i’m reading a ferran torres x oc story on wattpad and the the oc has the same first name as me, has the same academic career as me, AND she also has a twin brother like me 😭 shit’s getting too scary
