You watched Naruto walk awkwardly through the college campus while you and your group of friends rested at a table under a tree in the great college facility. You were the typical popular and kind girl from college, everyone loved you, and they liked you. Your natural beauty enchanting all the men - women too - around you. But they barely knew his dark side, using and manipulating the men of that place.
"Hey, earth calling" Sasuke, his half-brother snapped his fingers in front of him, then followed his gaze "Don't even think about it, he's too innocent for you"
"What?" You looked at him, rolling your eyes "Can't I face the veterans anymore?"
"He didn't" Sasuke messed up his hair.
"I heard that a woman tried something with him, but he ran away from her," Ino commented, taking a bite of Shikamaru's snack.
Typical of a man I like, you thought biting the corner of your lips.
"You have accounting class with him, don't you Sasuke?" You smiled approaching your brother, wrapping a lock of hair on his index finger "Could you give me a slight push"
"Sister, don't treat him like another one on your list... he really doesn't deserve this" Uchiha looked at you seriously.
"What if I want something more?"
"Do you mean that our diva is in love with the nerdy blonde of accounting?" Hinata asked scared.
"I just find him very attractive" You shrugged, getting up and leaving while sending kisses to them.
"She really won't listen to me, right?" Sasuke hit his forehead lightly on the table.
"Your friend deserves to live a little of our world, let her show him" Sakura laughed hugging her boyfriend, leaving a kiss on his black hair "you know she uses men in bed but doesn't break the heart of any of them"
•••
His eyes went through the entire library in search of the blonde hair in the middle of that humid and slightly dark environment. A smile settled on his face when he saw him wrapped near the window, with a cup of coffee on the table while leafing a book and writing something in his notebook. And you approached, ready to start your plan for the perfect boat in your prey, like a snake.
Your sweet smell invaded you as soon as you stopped on the shelf next to it, standing on tiptoe to try to pick up a book you pretended to know. You theatered, sighing loudly when you couldn't pick up the book, turning to him and opening a big smile.
"Hello, could you get it for me, please?" He wrinkled his eyebrow, thinking he was going crazy because such a beautiful girl was talking to him, especially with such a sweet tone.
"Of course..." He got up calmly, taking the book and handing it to her gently.
"Thank you, you are a very kind boy" You opened another smile, using your affectionate voice to thank him.
He blushed from head to toe, giving a smile as a thank you and returned to his table a few centimeters away, his attention on the books again. You rolled your eyes when you realized that he wouldn't give you much importance, so you left with the book, throwing it inside your bag. The next day, you appeared at the door of the accounting course room, smiling happily while holding a glass container with a green lid. Sasuke's eyes widened when he saw you there, everyone looking at her.
"Get out of here now" He grumbled low to you, watching her cross the door and stop in front of the table where he shared with Uzumaki.
"Stop it, brother!" You scolded him with a big beak on his lips "I made cookies this morning" You extended the container in his direction "Oh... it's the boy from the library!" He pretended to be surprised, opening a smile to Naruto who was scribbling in his notebook.
"Good..." Sasuke crossed his arms taking the container from his hands "You can leave now"
Naruto looked up, making eye contact for a measly second with you, and it was enough to speed up his heart when he saw those bright diamond eyes.
"Give a little to your friend, there's plenty" You left here stepping hard, while raising your nose, furious with Sasuke.
"I didn't know she was your sister" Naruto looked at Sasuke who opened the transparent container and watched his sister's well-made cookies, feeling his heart warm up.
"Half sister...”
•••
The noise of her thin heels echoed through the corridors of the male fraternity of the university where Sasuke shared a room with Deidara - the one you didn't know very well. A heavy and intense rain was falling outside. Strong winds and some ice stones fell and broke on the ground. The entire building was without electricity, due to the accidents with trees around the land of the great university. Her cheerleader uniform totally soaked while her hair dripped.
"Sasuke understands me..." You shook your chin as you started to climb the stairs and tried to call your brother.
"Hello, leave your message" The robotic voice sounded, and after that a blip.
"Hi Sasuke, it's me" You stopped and leaned against the wall of the corridor that you just entered "My car was hit very hard by the ice stones, and I managed to enter your fraternity with your reservation card that I accidentally stole, can you kindly tell me which is your room?" You moved the device away from your ear after the message sent "Oh no..." the screen went totally black, cell phone without battery "just today..."
You slid down the wall, being on the floor and shivering with cold. Feeling my chin hurt.
"Hello?" A voice cut that cold silence, making her raise her head as soon as she recognized the voice, how could she not recognize it?
"Naruto?" You forced your eyes, to try to see him in the twilight of the corridor.
"Uchiha?" You were delighted to hear your last name come out of that hot mouth, which you imagined doing several things. And he got up calmly "Your brother is not here, he went to Sakura's house"
You sighed, accepting the defeat, hugging your own body to contain the cold.
"Thank you, I'll... come back" You walked towards the stairs, ready to go back and retrace the way to your car.
"Look, Shikamaru made hot chocolate before leaving, if you want..." Even in the dark, you could hear the rattle of his clothes, and assumed that he was scratching the back of his neck, embarrassed "You can catch a bad flu if you continue with these wet clothes and in the cold"
He guided you to the small apartment. Your muscles thanked the hot air of the apartment hitting you. And soon he observed the boys' beds and soon noticed which one was from. Shikamaru's totally messy and Naruto's perfectly aligned with the straight and well-placed sheets.
"He's kind of lazy, he doesn't notice the mess" Naruto took off his shoes and walked quickly to the small laundry, taking a towel dried on the clothesline "dry yourself"
You took the towel, your fingers touching for a few seconds, making an electric shock run through your whole body. Soon after you gave your first sneeze, and then another, and then another.
"Damn" you grumbled feeling your nose burn "I have the immunity of a potato"
Naruto laughed pointing to his bed "Sit down, and wait for me a while"
You agreed, and sat on the end of his well-tidy bed, sorry for messing up the sheets, and almost lying on Shika's messy bed just so as not to disturb Naruto. After a few minutes, he came back with a cup and a gray sweatshirt set.
"Here, get dressed and drink this tea, it will help" You grumbled opening your eyes after letting sleepiness beat you.
He disappeared for a few more minutes and only came back after being sure you were changing clothes.
"Thank you, Naruto" You took a sip of the tea "You are a very kind boy"
You repeated the phrase from that day, and had the same effect when he heard it for the first time, the cheeks and ears totally red and you didn't notice in the dark environment of the apartment. Naruto took the cup from his hand and laid it down, after noticing you sleeping sitting down.
"Hm...?" You grumbled, moving slightly, feeling involved
For a comfortable warmth. As soon as he turned around, his face was buried in a strong and hard chest. You heard calm and rhythmic beats.
For the first time you felt shy around a man.
Naruto moved away a little when he noticed you awake. Looking away from his face dimly lit by the candles at the head of the small room.
"Is it still night?" You asked, remembering your conscience.
"Two in the morning" He whispered, turning his back to you.
You bit your lower lip feeling the heat of your body increase at the idea of sharing a small single calm with him. He took a deep breath and took the initiative like always empty with the shallow and artificial men who appeared in his life, sliding his hand slowly down the side of his body, entering under his shirt. The tips of his fingers touching the warm skin of Naruto's belly.
"Hey" He sighed, holding his hand gently.
"Why did you turn your back?" Your breasts pressed against his back, you feeling your pussy contracting through nothing, while his breathing got too heavy.
"You're wearing an outfit of mine and sleeping next to me, I'm not made of stone" He tried to speak firmly, but his fingers played with the elastic of his sweatpants, feeling something grow between his legs and a different heat emerge inside the blanket that you shared.
You smiled mischievously, your hand escaping to trace the defined V of his abdomen. You pressed your body against his.
"Can you feel how much I want this, Naruto?" You whispered, feeling his body shiver.
His fingers touched the head of his cock over the sweatshirt. The heavy, wet and throbbing member. In response, he let out an almost choked low moan.
"Hey, wait, you... you shouldn't" His voice came out failed, fighting against the lust that settled in his body. The red cheeks and the blue eyes dilated while his breathing became unregulated "You are my friend's sister, this is so wrong..."
You laughed softly thinking his loyalty to your brother was cute. Your leg went over his hip, forcing him to lie down properly from the bed and you on top. Your wet pussy rubbing involuntarily on his thick thigh and you leaned over, biting his chin.
"You don't need to do this kind of thing, let me take care of you" He murmured, entering his sweatpants, wrapping him with his fingers "N-naruto..." You widened your eyes when you felt the thickness of his cock, hot and dripping pre-ejaculatory liquid "Fuck, boy. You're huge"
He let out a hoarse moan when he heard those words, feeling his member contract in his hand. One of his hands went up to her waist instinctively, squeezing hard to discount the pleasure.
"Yours.. your hand is so good" He whispered embarrassed for having said it out loud.
Then you began to masturbate him, your thumb circling the honeyed head of pre-cum of his cock while your other fingers caressed the base, while kissing the sensitive region of his neck. And each of his low and shy moans made her pussy flow slowly, needing his touch.
"Touch me" You demanded, guiding his hand into his sweatpants, with your book hand.
Naruto restrained himself for a few seconds, but soon sighed trembling when he felt the tip of his finger touch the total swollen and wet clitoris. He touched your button awkwardly, and stopped for a few seconds after you let out a low moan, but continued when he saw her smile sideways. You accelerated the hand movements as a reward for him, squeezing a little tighter, going up and down, feeling him get even harder.
"Stick a finger in me, you don't need to be afraid" You moaned, asking while moving your hip slowly.
Naruto obeyed, the big and thick finger invading your entrance with calm and fear, making you arch your back slightly.
"You're hot" His voice sounded low, and he began to move his finger slowly, his thumb trying to capture her clitoris. And you bit his shoulder to drown out the moan that would come out.
His finger making movements from back to front while his thumb tried to touch her clitoris, clumsy, but launching a wave of pleasure through his body. You couldn't stand just that, your body wanted more of him. I wanted to merge with his.
You pushed his hands away from you, leaning on your knees to pull down the sweatpants he was wearing and his underwear. You felt Naruto gasp under you.
"I don't have a condom, Shikamaru must–" You were ready to get up, but he held your arm calmly, and you looked at him.
His red and suffered face, shining by the candlelight.
"I... I can't wait" He moaned, rubbing his hip in the air "I feel like I'm going to explode and it hurts a lot, I know you're clean, and I am too... please..."
Her still covered pussy contracted on top of his cock. Naruto whimpered again, begging with whispers that you couldn't understand. Already without patience, you pulled down the sweatpants borrowed by him, feeling the cold night air hit my wet hill. And soon after she took off the big sweatshirt she was wearing, getting completely naked on top of him. Her goosebumps breasts, hard beaks, and her pussy dripping with horniness rubbing directly against the throbbing cock.
Naruto looked at you from below, almost in shock with so much beauty. The big hands slowly went up his hips, squeezing the soft flesh.
"You're... fucking beautiful..." he murmured embarrassed, but unable to take his eyes off her breasts.
You held his cock and rubbed your swollen head between your wet lips, provocatively, hitting the swollen clitoris.
"Do you want to fuck me, Naruto?" He lightly brushed his tip on his entrance.
Naruto couldn't stand to hold the moan that ascended in his throat, for the first time having contact with it, something he waited so long.
"I want... I really want it!" Agreeing desperately, he tried to rub against you, but you were faster.
You didn't wait any longer. He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of his soaked pussy and went down slowly, feeling him open you inch by centimeter. It was thick. You moaned loudly when he filled you completely, sitting to the bottom.
"Fuck... so that's the feeling of being inside you?" He grunted, throwing his head back, his fingers stuck hard in his waist.
You began to roll slowly, going up and down on his cock, feeling every vein brushing inside you. Her breasts swayed with every movement. Naruto tried to keep up, raising his hips to find his lunges, but he was still clumsy - and that made you even wetter.
You leaned forward, resting your hands on his hard chest and accelerated the pace of your hip. The wet noise of your pussy going up and down on his cock filled the small room, mixing with the moans of the two.
"Fuck me harder..." you asked, biting your lip.
Naruto suddenly turned you around, putting you on your back on the bed with a force you didn't expect. He was on top, still inside you, and began to put it deeper, faster, although still with a little insecurity in his eyes.
"Like this?" He asked hoarsely, a hand holding his thigh open while he stocked still a little awkwardly
You moaned loudly, digging your nails into his back.
"This... like this... it doesn't stop, Naruto!"
He buried his face in her neck, putting it more willingly, the thick cock went in and out of her soaked pussy hard, making a wet and obscene noise every time he hit deep. Naruto had lost the fast control of too much. His lunges were getting stronger, deeper, as if the shy nerd had finally released the animal inside.
"You're so hot... so hot..." he moaned against his neck, his voice hoarse and choppy. One of his hands went up to one of her breasts, squeezing willingly while he put it in.
You had wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, your nails scratching his broad back.
Each lunge made your clitoris brush against his pelvis, taking you closer and closer.
"N-Naruto... I'm close" you said between moans, rolling against him.
He held his thighs, opening his legs more to put it with more speed. The cock hitting deep in you, brushing that hot and spongy spot inside you. The room was taken by the sound of his skin against yours, his moans and his.
You felt the orgasm approaching quickly.
"I'm going to cum... don't stop!" He warned, squeezing his pussy around his cock.
Naruto moaned loudly, the rhythm getting erratic.
"Me too... fuck... can it be inside?" He looked at you with a beggar dog face "I need to cum inside you"
You stuck your nails in his ass, pulling him in hard harder.
"Mark me... Uzumaki"
It was enough. You came first, your pussy pulsating and squeezing his cock while waves of pleasure crossed you. His moans echoed through the dark room. Naruto endured only a few more deep thrusts before burying his cock to the bottom and cumming with a sly and long moan.
You felt the hot jet filling you, pulsating inside your pussy. He kept moving slowly, emptying everything, his body trembling on top of yours.
The two were panting for a while, sweaty, he still inside you. Naruto raised his face, looking at you with a mixture of shame, surprise and desire.
"I... I can't believe we did this..." he murmured, still breathing heavily, his half-hard cock pulsating inside you.
You smiled naughty, squeezing your pussy around him on purpose and pulling him for a slow and wet kiss. His tongue caressed his, while Naruto sighed between the kiss. As soon as you separated, you saw Naruto's face turn totally red and his body tense on top of yours. But after a few seconds he looked at you.
"Was I a good boy, mom?" His voice came out so low that you didn't even believe what you were hearing.
"Oh my baby... you were an obedient little boy" You let him rest his head on your chest, but soon you felt something inside you move.
+18 Naruto Uzumaki is addicted to having sex with his girl. ˖ ࣪⊹ Naruto Uzumaki x reader
Since Naruto and you had your first time, the boy was never the same again. Did he arrive tired from the mission? You want to bury his dick inside you. Are you dressed in your green vest? He'll pull you to his apartment and pull down your pants. Are you tired or needy? His long fingers will be inside you taking you to heaven. He became tireless of you.
You were leaning over the kitchen counter of your small apartment while your boyfriend penetrated you without mery, his body covering yours while he whispered in your ear.
"This is my girl" Naruto bit her ear lightly, hitting her sweet spot several times with the head of the cock "Look how you take my cock so well, is it hot like that?"
His fingers squeezed your hip so hard that you swore that his hand would merge with you.
"N-Naruto..." You tried to speak, but his name escaped in a loud moan.
"Let the neighbors listen to the girl of the future hokage, so they know that you are only mine" His spongy walls squeezed his cock, and he laughed lowering his hand to his sensitive spot, stimulating him with slow circles. "Come to me, Princess Uzumaki"
You felt your leg tremble after he accelerated with his thumb on your clitoris and you felt your legs tremble as you came strongly on him. Naruto felt his body soften and held him tightly, giving a few more lunges - now slow and deep, withdrawing before cumming and spilling on his back.
"Oh my love..." He said docilely, holding him on his arms while caressing his cheek "Was I be cruel to you?"
You were panting, eyes slightly closed and tired. He smiled when he saw the damage he had done to you, and carried you to the bathroom.
"Now I'm going to take care of my queen"
Do not translate or copy! English is not my first language, sorry if the translation is wrong!
Yo what's up with the Naruto fandom y'all hate him or something I can't basically find any Naruto uzumaki fics that are just him/reader or OC really only a various or a him/reader/Sasuke or him with another character. For it to be his show nobody writes about him.
Eren Yeager, having to deal with a jealous brother. ˖ ࣪⊹ Eren Yeager x reader!ackerman
Being an Ackerman brought her many responsibilities, even so young. It was his first official "mission" without his brother by his side, to help in the arrival of Shiganshina refugees. And it was from that day that you had to put up with an older brother, jealous Levi Ackerman.
“The brat” You heard Levi scream from the kitchen, and he soon appeared at the door of your room “Is your boyfriend going to have lunch here? Or with the cadets?”
Eren put his hand on his thigh, lying next to him on the bed, and Levi raised an eyebrow.
“Get your hand out of there, kid!” He threw the spoon at Eren who turned away laughing.
“No need to be jealous Captain Levi, I'm not going to steal your sister... well, I'll try” Yeager provoked, and received a curse from Levi who left the room and went back to the kitchen.
╰┈➤ TIME BREAK
The three of you were sitting at the table for one more meal a day. Eren ate calmly next to him while Levi was in front of you two, and didn't even pinch the food, looking with a deadly look at Eren.
“I don't want the bedroom door closed while he's here” Levi said, finally touching his food.
“You talk as if he wasn't here, Le” You grumbled taking a tablespoon to your mouth.
“You know that the door open or closed doesn't stop me from doing anything, right?” Eren blurted out, and you felt your cheeks burn.
“Oh, so you mean you two do things?” Levi squeezed the spoon in his hand, the knots getting totally white.
“N-no, brother!” You kicked Eren under the table “He just didn't know how to express himself very well!”
“I knew how to express myself correctly” He looked at you with an innocent look, not realizing the level of trouble he was getting into.
“That's enough!” Levi punched the table, making the plates and glasses shake “Yeager, get out of my house!”
“Brother, no-“
“Shut up” He got up going to the door opening it.
Eren sighed when he realized what he had done, and looked at you with guilt, getting up and walking out of the house. Levi slammed the door hard and passed by you, annoyed.
After a few hours, Levi knocked on your bedroom door calmly and you told him to come in. Already dressed in the sleepwear. You were lying down, enjoying the silence. He sat next to her and poked her lower back with his fingertip.
“Hey, little one” His deep voice called her “Look, I know I was very rude, but I need you to understand me. I thought a little and realized that it's no use arresting you if you're going to do it hidden, so just live. And please, no babies for now”
You sat on the bed, quickly, and felt the pressure drop a little.
“Levi!” You felt your face heat up with shame and a low giggle echoed through the small room of your room.
“Who laughed?” Levi stood up, looking at you with his head slightly tilted to the side “I can't believe it.”
Levi opened the closet door and a disheveled Eren, red face and red lips (because of the kisses you were exchanging) fell out.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?”
ⓘ Do not repost or translate! ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE!
My native language is not English! So if there are spelling mistakes, it's just my bad English and the translator.
The sun from the coast of Barcelona was setting, painting the sky with oranges and roses over the group of friends scattered on the towels. Lamine Yamal, with a wide and carefree smile, had just returned with an ice box full of drinks, distributing them with jokes. You, your girlfriend, watched him with an affection that still felt butterflies in your stomach, even after a few months together.
He bent down to give her a quick and salty kiss from the sea. "How are you, princess?"
"Perfect," you replied, snuggling on your shoulder.
That's when Lucas, a friend of a friend from Lamine's team, arrived. Tall, blond, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. The presentations were brief, and soon the group plunged into a lively volleyball match.
Lamine was a hurricane on the field, agile and competitive, his attention completely absorbed by the game. It was when you moved away to get more sunscreen in your bag, under the parasol, that Lucas appeared.
"Do you need help? This your back is... unprotected," he said, his voice a tone lower than necessary, discreetly blocking his exit.
You forced a smile. "No, thank you. I can do it."
He got closer, ignoring his discomfort. "You know, I saw you and thought: 'How did Lamine, a boy, get a woman like that?' It must be too lucky."
The sentence fell like a bucket of cold water. "He's not a boy. He's my boyfriend," you replied, your voice firm, but the embarrassment burning your face. You looked at Lamine, who was celebrating a point, alien.
In the following moments, whenever Lamine got distracted - helping to fix the net, looking for a ball further away - Lucas appeared. An invasive compliment here, an "accidental" touch on the arm there, a very personal question. You tried to move away, give short answers, but he was persistent. The worst was the look of complicity he threw at the others, as if you two shared a secret, which only increased your discomfort.
Lamine, at first, didn't notice. Until, during a snack, he saw you shrink when Lucas sat very close, under the pretext of passing the juice. Lamine's face closed. A dark cloud passed through his eyes, usually so bright.
On the way back to the towels, he grabbed his hand harder than usualy.
"Are you enjoying the attention?" The question came out rougher than he intended.
You stopped, shocked. "What? Lamine, no."
"I saw him glued to you all the time. And you didn't even move away properly."
The injustice of the prosecution made his eyes burn. "I moved away! He's insistent, and I didn't want to create a mood... You were busy playing."
"Create a climate? So there's a mood?" His voice was loaded with a youthful ferocity, the new and raw jealousy, which he still didn't know how to dose.
The discussion was brief, but cutting. You moved away, sitting alone on the water's edge, feeling small and misunderstood. Lamine stayed behind, ruminating on his own words. He saw your dropped shoulders, the way you hugged your knees, and pride began to fall apart, replaced by a sharp shame. He was wrong. Very wrong. He, who should be her safe haven, had discounted in her the insecurity she had felt when she saw another man invading her space.
He approached and sat on the sand next to him, in silence for a moment. The sound of the waves filled the gap between them.
"I'm an idiot," he said, his voice hoarse, without looking at you. "A complete and selfish idiot."
You didn't say anything.
"I saw you uncomfortable. I saw and ignored it, because what I felt was stronger. It was anger, jealousy... a new thing that scared me. And instead of protecting you, I attacked you." He finally turned his face, and his eyes were sincerely distressed. "You didn't deserve this. You deserved me to ask if you were okay. That I put that asshole in place. I failed. And I'm sorry, really. Forgive me?"
His fury dissolved before his genuine humility. You took your hand. "I'm also sorry for not being clearer. He made me very embarrassed, Lamine. I just wanted it to stop."
He raised his hand and kissed his knuckles. "He's going to stop. I'll guarantee it. And I'll learn to deal with it better. I promise."
The reconciliation was sweet, sealed with a soft kiss that tasted of forgiveness and promise.
The day followed, and the group gathered around an improvised bonfire. Lucas, feeling that the initial tension had passed, saw his chance. While Lamine was talking to another friend, he leaned towards you, who was roasting a marshmallow.
"It looks like I made peace with the prodigy boy, huh?" he whispered, with an air of superiority. "Thank good. Now we can talk without... intermediaries."
Before you could react, a figure got in the way. Lamine was no longer a few meters away. He was there, next to him, and his arm found his shoulder naturally, but his posture was of absolute firmness.
"Lucas," Lamine's voice was calm, clear, cutting through the night air. Everyone stops talking. "I think you misunderstood some things today."
Lucas tried a carefree smile. "What do you mean, Lamito? I was just being friendly."
"No. You were being inconvenient. Persistent. And it made my girlfriend uncomfortable. Several times." Lamine looked at the friends around - Pedro, Ana, Marc, Carla -, people who knew you both. "We don't tolerate this. None of us."
The silence was heavy. Lucas laughed, nervous. "What an exaggeration, man. It's just a joke."
It was Ana who spoke, her voice usually sweet, now firm: "She wasn't laughing, Lucas. We saw it."
"It's true, bro," Pedro added, crossing his arms. "The stop was weird. Better to make sure."
Lucas looked from one to the other, realizing that he had no support. The mask fell, revealing spite. "Oay, then. The boy prodigy club is exclusive. You don't need to be offended."
"It's not a club," Lamine concluded, his natural authority, usually used on the field, taking care of the situation. "It's respect. And here, you haven't shown any. I think you'd better go."
No one moved a finger to stop him. No one protested. Lucas, defeated and embarrassed, took his things and fell, swallowed by the darkness of the beach.
The relief that invaded you was physical, like taking a weight off your shoulders. Lamine turned around, and instead of triumph, his face showed only concern. "Are you okay now?" he asked, just for you.
You nodded, a true smile finally returning to your lips. "Everything. Thank you."
The rest of the night was perfect. The bonfire crackled, the stories flowed, the laughter returned, louder and more genuine. Lamine didn't leave his side, his touch was constant and comforting, not possessive. He had learned, there, in the sand, that protecting was different from arresting. And you had learned that you could count on him, even when he stumbled.
Lying later, with your head on his chest, listening to the sea and your heart beating in unison, you looked at the stars.
"Today was... intense," he murmured.
He kissed your hair. "It was. But in the end, it was good. I learned. And most importantly: you're safe."
Pedro here is not pedri, Ana here is not Ana from gavi and Marc here are none of our marc's! And Lucas was inspired by the idiot asshole who was homophobic with me just for dating a woman
Heard you need something for Marc Bernal - Hear me out
Him telling the Reader to be ready at 7pm for him to pick her up, because he planned a picknick at the beach (he set everything before, to surprise her) and after eating, laying, cuddling, kissing a while -when the sun set- marc grabs her and they run with clothes into the beach and play around.
BEACH DAY
Pairing: Marc Bernal x Reader.
Warnings: fluff, mention of y/n.
Author's notes: Addicted to him 🙈
My native language is not English! So if there are spelling mistakes, it's just my bad English and the translator.
The ringing of the cell phone brought the message that made his stomach wrap with anticipation, even after all those months.
Marc: Be ready at 7pm. Punctually. I'll pick you up.
The simplicity of the order was misleading. You knew, by the peculiar cadence of his words, that there was something behind that firmness. No "please" or "if you can". It was an instruction, a soft command that promised something up to obedience.
At 7 p.m. sharp, his car parked in front of him. When he opened the door, his heart jumped. Marc Bernal was not wearing his usual stylish clothes. He wore a simple white T-shirt and light pants, and the back seat was occupied by a sturdy wicker basket and a soft blanket.
"What is all this?" You asked, getting into the car.
One side of his mouth rose, in one of those rare and precious smiles that were only his. "One thing or another. Trust me."
He didn't give any more explanations. The trip was accompanied by a playlist that he had made himself, songs that were like soundtracks of his moments alone. And when the car stopped, it wasn't in a fancy restaurant or a viewpoint, but in the parking lot of an almost deserted beach, the air loaded with salt and the night breeze that began to blow.
"Let's go," he said, taking the basket and the blanket with a naturalness that made it clear who carried the weight of the things.
He had thought of everything. The blanket was big and thick, weighing on the still hot sands. The basket revealed cheeses, fruits, crispy breads and a bottle of sweet wine that he knew was his favorite. Nothing was said at random; every detail was a silent proof that he noticed, he remembered.
"Did you do all this?" You murmured, impressed, as you settled face to face with him.
Marc just shrugged his shoulders, filling his glass. "I wish it was perfect."
And it was. They ate laughing at silly things, his fingers meeting theirs to get a piece of bread, their eyes meeting and deviating, loaded with a heat that rivaled that of the day that ended.
When the last crumb disappeared and the sun began its glorious descent, painting the sky orange and purple, he rearranged things efficiently and stretched out his arm. "Sit down here."
It was an invitation, but it sounded like a place where you had always belonged. You fit sideways, your back against his warm chest, and he wrapped you, his strong arms creating a fortress around you. His chin rested on the top of his head, and for a long moment, there was only the sound of your waves and synchronized breathing.
Then, he turned slightly, and his lips met his temple, then the curve of his cheek. A soft kiss, almost questioning. You turned around more, and the question was answered. The kiss deepened, slow and deep, a taste of sweet wine and the promise of twilight. His hands got lost in his hair, and his in the fabric of his T-shirt, pulling him closer, as if it were possible. They kissed until daylight was just a golden thread on the horizon and the stars began to blink, shy.
Suddenly, he moved away, his dark eyes shining with a light you knew well. A light of mischief, of impulsiveness.
"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice a little hoarse.
"For what?"
He didn't answer with words. In a fluid movement, he got up and, in an instant, took you in his lap, as if you weighed no more than a feather. You gave a surprised little scream, clinging to his neck.
"Marc!"
"Shhh," he laughed, a low and victorious sound. And then he started running.
He ran towards the water, with you in his arms, the clothes of the day entirely inadequate for the game. The night breeze howled in his ears. He didn't stop at the edge, entering through the cold foam that broke on his legs, until the water hit their waist.
"You're crazy!" You screamed, laughing, trying to let go.
"I'm crazy about you," he replied, without any trace of embarrassment, and then, with a playful grunt, he simply threw himself back, taking the two to the dark and refreshing waters.
The water enveloped them, and for a second, the world became silent and underwater. When they emerged, panting and soaked, his hair was dripping on his face, and his was open in a wide, genuine smile, one of those that he reserved only for the moments when he forgot to be strong all the time.
He pulled her close again, in the water, the bodies fitting perfectly between the soft waves. And there, under the first glow of the moon, with the heavy clothes stuck to the skin and the smell of the sea in everything, he kissed her again. And you understood that the surprise had not been the picnic, or the sunset, or even the crazy race to the sea.
The surprise was that: to see Marc Bernal, the man of steel, falling apart in laughter and rushing, just because it made her laugh. And in that salty kiss, you tasted the sweetest flavor of all: that of being, unquestionably, his reason.
hi darling! feel free to ignore but i noticed your requests are open and i figured i’d request a joao felix fic, idm the length, you can be as creative as you want but ill give you saudi as a prompt and do as you wish with that!
love you and your fics! xoxo - s ❤️
LISBOA
Pairing: João Félix x Reader
Warnings: fluff, mention of y/n. A little Portuguese
Author's notes: I didn't understand your request very well, because the translation is wrong. So I did what came to mind and sorry for the delay of months 😭
My native language is not English! So if there are spelling mistakes, it's just my bad English and the translator.
The sun of Lisbon dressed the city in a golden mantle, and the smell of the Tagus mixed with the salty breeze that rose from the hills. You walked next to João, your intertwined hands swinging gently between them. For you, that wasn't just a simple walk; it was an immersion in his childhood steps, in the memories he carried in his accent and look.
"Are you enjoying it?" He asked, his accent softly musical, as they went down a cobbled street in Graças.
"I'm loving it," you replied, trying to imitate the intonation. "But I'm a little lost. Everything is so... new."
João smiled, one of those smiles that reached his eyes, full of mischief and sweetness. "New is good. And today, let's deal with the most important thing: the food. Forget the guidebooks. You're going to taste my Lisbon."
The first stop was in a small pastry shop with the intoxicating aroma of sugar and cinnamon. A gentleman in a white apron greeted João with a familiar nod.
" Dois doces de creme e dois galões, por favor," João asked.
In seconds, they were in front of two small golden wonders, sprinkled with cinnamon. You observed the deliciousness, the puff pastry looking fragile like porcelain.
"That's how it is," he instructed, taking one. "Give a little bite on the side, to let the steam out. Be careful, they always burn."
You followed the advice. The peel snapped under his teeth, hot and buttery, giving way to a silky, intense and slightly caramelized vanilla cream. His eyes widened.
"Oh, my God, João," you exclaimed, with your mouth still half full. "This is... heavenly."
He laughed, satisfied. "It's the taste of coming home after a game away. It's the smell of Sunday mornings. Keep a special place here," he said, pointing to his own chest.
While they were drinking the gallon - a creamy coffee with milk that you thought was perfect to accompany the sweetness of the pastel - João pointed to streets and squares, telling stories of when he was a kid and ran around with a ball in his feet.
The next stop was a tiny tavern, with blue and white tiles covering the walls. The air was heavy with the aroma of garlic, coriander and fresh fish.
"Now, something more serious," he announced, with a conspiratorial air. "You will try cod pastries with tomato rice."
They sat on a high counter, and soon two golden and crispy balls appeared before them, accompanied by a vibrant red rice.
"Cod?" You asked, hesitantly.
"Trust me," he encouraged, with a soft look.
You cut a piece of the cod pie and dipped it in the tomato rice. The combination was an explosion of textures and flavors: the crispy outside of the cupcake, the creamy inside of shredded cod and potatoes, and the comforting acidity of rice. It was substantial, homemade, a hug in the form of food.
"It's amazing," you muttered, surprised. "I never imagined that cod could be like this."
"It's our soul, this fish," he explained, proudly. "It's hard to prepare, but in the end, it's always worth it. Like everything that is good in life."
They walked further, digesting the meal, until João stopped in front of a kiosk. "To finish in sweet," he said, buying two queijadas. The small curd pie was sweet, slightly acidic and melted in the mouth.
As the sun began to descend, painting the sky with shades of orange and purple, they sat on a wall of a viewpoint, the city at their feet.
You looked at João, his profile illuminated by the light of the late afternoon. He seemed more relaxed here, more himself. The city was an extension of it, and you were finally beginning to understand its colors and flavors.
"So?" He asked, turning to you, his knee touching yours. "What do you think of my land?"
You didn't answer right away. Instead, he took his hand to his face, caressing his unmade beard.
"I'm learning," you said, softly. "Learning that your wider smile appears after a pastel de nata. That your voice gets softer when you talk about the smell of cod at your grandmother's house. I'm learning that tasting Portugal is like deciphering yourself a little more. And I like the taste of both."
João held his breath for a second, his gaze getting lost in his. The noise of the city seemed to fade around him. He leaned over and kissed you, a slow and sweet kiss that tasted like cinnamon, sea and longing.
When they parted, he leaned his forehead against hers, a tender smile on his lips.
"Then you have to come back," he whispered. "Because you still have a lot to prove. And I can't wait to see your face when you taste a cherry."
You laughed, your heart full of a new and delicious happiness. At that moment, under the sky of Lisbon, you were not just a visitor. It was part of his landscape, his history, a new flavor to be discovered and savored, together.
Hello, Can you write something for Marc Bernal. Where they are roaming around in another city and an old couple notices them and compliment them for being so in love with each other.
Thank You☺️
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YOUTH
Pairing:Marc Bernal x Reader
Warnings: fluff, mention of y/n.
Author's notes: I idolize him so much, I want him all to myself.
My native language is not English! So if there are spelling mistakes, it's just my bad English and the translator.
The afternoon sun gilded the stone facades of the unknown city, and every corner hid a surprise. It was in one of those cobblestone streets, narrow and full of stories, that Marc Bernal and you got lost on purpose, leaving the map in the back pocket of your pants as an invitation to chance.
He walked next to her, his fingers intertwined swinging slightly between the two, a silent pendulum that marked the quiet rhythm of that exploration. They stopped to admire the window of an old stuff store, full of broken clocks and books with worn spines, when a soft voice, loaded with the accent of the place, cut the air.
"Just look at you two."
They turned around at the same time. On a small wrought iron bench, an elderly couple watched them with eyes that time had filled with a deep sweetness. He, with his hands resting on a staff, she, with a wool shawel on her shoulders, despite the heat.
The woman smiled, and the corners of her eyes were filled with a map of fine lines. "Hifty years ago, my Eduardo and I were like this," he said, his voice a velvety whisper. "We walked the streets of Lisbon, lost in the world and found in each other. Their eyes shone just like yours now."
Eduardo, the man next to him, nodded, his own memory dancing on the surface of his gaze. "It's the light," he agreed, his voice deeper, but equally tender. "There is a special light around two hearts that beat at the same beat. You can see from a distance. It's like a soft lighthouse."
Marc, who until then had observed in silence, lightly shook his hand. A soft blush rose to his faces, but it was not of embarrassment, it was of a warm and expansive happiness. He looked at you, and in his dark eyes you saw reflected not the compliment of the strangers, but the confirmation of what both already knew.
"Thank you," Marc said to the old people, his voice a little more hoarse than usual, loaded with emotion. "Yeah... it's a beautiful place to be lost."
"The best way to get lost is with the right person," the lady philosophized, blinking an eye. "Don't miss it. Keep that shine. The world needs more headlights like yours."
With a last nod, the couple got up and went on their way slowly, leaning on each other, two shadows that merged into one on the irregular pavement.
When they turned to continue, the world seemed quieter, more focused. Marc stopped, gently pulling him into the shadow of an arcade. He just put his hand on his face, his thumb caressing his temple, and leaned his forehead against hers. His smell, familiar and safe, mixed with the aroma of jasmine that came from a nearby garden.
The praise of those strangers had dissipated in the air, but the truth he carried had taken root. In that silence that spoke louder than any word, under the sky that witnessed endless love stories, you were simply... found. And it was more than enough.
