he’s young, and to be quite honest, i can’t imagine him as the stereotypical gentleman after sex. like most teenage boys, after he’s done, he’s tired and just wants to lay down and cuddle. the most maybe wiping you down and ensuring you pee, then cuddles til you both fall asleep.
B - body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
his is your waist in both sexual and non sexual situations, his hand is always on it, as a handle to keep you close (and deeper when he’s fucking you)
your favorite body part of his is his thighs. constantly running around on the pitch has made them quite strong and you love taking them for a ride after a long day.
C - cum (anything to do with cum basically
refuses to cum inside. it’s a dream of his to do so one day, but right now, there’s no room for any mistakes or accidents. even with birth control. will fuck you until he can tell he’s about to cum, then at the last minute pull out and finish on your stomach or back. he loves watching his cum spread across your face and mouth when you’re giving him head, and loves when you swallow even more
D - dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)
he sometimes screen records your very innocent face time calls, to look back at them to jack off later. he’s spent many late night away from you, jacking off at recordings of you simply doing your makeup or trying on clothes.
another is that he wants to have sex in “public” at least once. there have been numerous times at games or events where he’s wanted to pull you into an empty room to have a quickie but was too scared to ask.
E - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he may be young, but that dick is well beyond his years. had a fair amount of experience from past girlfriends and casual flings so he was good off that alone, but he also made it a to learn your body so well to the point he probably knows how to pleasure you better than you do yourself. he knows exactly what he’s doing.
F - favorite position
as i said, his favorite body part is your waist, so any position that allows him to have his hands wrapped around them. missionary, doggy, cowgirl. once he can hold onto you, he loves it.
G - goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
i don’t think he’s out there cracking jokes, but when funny things happen he’s not afraid to chuckle . it just doesn’t happen often as usually he’s just so focused on you that nothing is that funny.
H - hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
probably not shaved. if anything he’d have a trim. once it’s clean and you’re not complaining, he’s fine.
I - intimacy ( how they are during the moment. the romantic aspect)
very intimate. as i said in g, he’s just so focused on you, and the moment you’re both in. he’s very loving and focused on both your pleasure.
J - jack off
if you seriously think any of these footballers don’t jack off you’re crazy, and if you think the 19 year old doesn’t you’re crazier. he probably doesn’t watch porn anymore, opting for his own collection of personalized tapes of you, doing something’s simple as drinking water on a call, or in a very compromising position with him as he recorded
K - kink (their kinks)
choking - he likes choking you. i haven’t nothing else to say
face sitting - the first time you both tried it, he fell in love. can’t go too long without withdrawal symptoms now
public sex - like i said, he really wants to try it, but clueless how to bring it up
sleep sex - loves when you let him cockwarm you the night before, so when he wakes up, he doesn’t have to do much to get you up as well and enjoy some slow, loving morning sex. he also gave permission to wake him up with head, and he’s transported to heaven and back everytime you take him up on that offer.
L - location (favorite places to do the do)
both your rooms mainly. as much as he’d love to have sex in a “public” situation, not when someone (particularly either of your families) can see. bathrooms sometimes, and when you share a hotel room, basically every single surface there.
M - motivation (what turns them on)
you in his jersey, you in shorts, you in cropped tops, you in a sundress, you laying in his bed, you making eye contact with him. basically just you existing
N - no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
anything to do with bodily waste, or another man. thats it. anything else, if you’re down, he’s down.
O - oral (give or receive)
he’s young and he’s a man. i’d like to be optimistic, but to be very honest he loves receiving. don’t get me wrong, he still goes down on you with skill (especially if you’ve had a long day, it you ask nicely) however, he just loves being sucked off. he likes when you struggle to take it, he likes hearing the light gags, he likes when you play with his balls. he just loves head.
P - pace (how slow or fast they are)
unless you say “can we go slow this time” or you’re both tired, but still need each other he’s just jack hammering. hes at the point where there’s so much sexual build up inside him it’s the best way to relieve himself. plus it feels good for you too. he likes fucking raw, rough, and regularly
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Q - quickie (their opinions on them)
1/4 of your sex with lamine is quickies. little pent up stress before he has to rush out the door, quickie. your mom is on her way home but he has a boner, quickie. his brother is focused on his toys for a bit and you look extra good, quickie. of course he prefers to take his time with you, but he enjoys quickies and is very efficient with them.
R - risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
he’s down for everything. it’s more a conversation of if you’re comfortable with whatever it is. he loves the idea of taking risks, but just wants to make sure you’re good with everything first
S - stamina (how many rounds? how long do they last)
he’s paid millions to run around a huge field for upwards of 1.5 hours. he could go all night if he wanted. he did on your birthday. generally though, you tap out after 3/4 rounds.
T - toys(do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
i feel like he doesn’t like them that much. his ego thrives on the fact that he alone can make you cum. why use a toy when you have a lamine.
U - unfair (how much they like to tease)
LOVESSSS to ready you. will edge til your on the verge of tears. your foreplay is a bunch of teasing until you’re practically begging for him. he loves the little touches that rile you up just enough. he hates being teased though. he starts whining you get him all excited then stop. “it’s fine when i do it, but it hurts when you do it” is his favorite line
V - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
he quiet on the mf creek. doesn’t make that much noise other than grunts, heavy panting and occasionally moaning your name. he’s always on the quieter side sounds wise, however he always has something to say in your ear. if the dick wasn’t doing it for you (impossible btw) the dirty spanish he whispers most definitely was.
W - wild card (random headcannon for lamine)
would, and probably has stolen your panties for trips when you can’t come. just a little reminder of home.
X - x-ray (what’s underneath)
large and in charge! i’d say 7.5 inches, a bit wide, and curved slightly to the left. no one with an ego like his is fetching shrimp.
Y - yearning (how high is their sex drive)
he needs you all the time. in him, on top of him, something. anything. literally the thought of you makes him horny. just wants you 24/7.
Z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
takes maybe 20 minutes. wants to talk to you first and make sure you’re fine before he allows himself to drift off.
your husband ilia is just too tired to do all the work himself..
your husband worked harder than anyone else you knew. so determined and dedicated to his goals, his hopes and dreams that drove one of the greatest purposes for his life. you admired that work ethic. now that his efforts extended to almost every day of the week, there were moments when ilia was too tired to keep his head up.
tonight, ilia didn’t even bother with clothes after his shower. he collapsed into the king bed immediately, skin still warm and damp from his shower. with a huff of air he buried his face into the blankets and pillows scattered around messily. you whispered a soft greeting to him, meeting him as he shifted just enough to be able to reach you. his left hand disappeared beneath the fabric of your top, over the soft and delicate skin he worshipped with such reverence.
he knew something that could shoot some life back into him. or rather, more accurately, possibly shoot life into you.
he groaned at the simple thought, turning his head to look at you thoughtfully. had he been more energized, he’d surely have you folded in half by now, big thick cock drilling into your little hole. you caught that look on his face, something caught between pleasant memories and desire to make new ones. if not for the look, you’d have figured it out by the way his fingers traced the soft skin under your breast.
“papi, you need to rest.”
oh, he was planning on it.
“c’mere, cariño.”
he wasn’t asking, not really. your husband’s hands tugged at the thickness of your thigh, wrapping around the back to pull it nearer. he turned over onto his back with a tired determination only a need like this could drive into him. after spending his entire day training and sparring, surely he earned this moment of reprieve.
“come ride me.” he muttered into the air between you and him, shoulders rolling back achingly against the mattress.
the only problem was ilia spoiled you. he never made you work for anything anymore, never made you beg or even ask nicely. he gave you everything you wanted without hesitation. only now did he realize how entitled you’d become when your eyes went wide and you laughed?
“just rest, ilia. you’ll have more energy later if you’re still in the mood.” he was stunned for a second, utterly shocked—eyes wide, lips pursed, brows furrowed deep. he only blinked once you planted a falsely sweet kiss on his cheek.
since when were you so entitled? how had he not noticed sooner?
“i wasn’t asking cariño.”
silence lingered between the two of you for a moment. you stared at him expectantly, a look he returned with even more intensity. you shifted, thighs pressed together when that familiar heat thumped between your legs. your eyes danced over his bare figured— chest rising and falling in rhythm with the heavy breaths he let out through his nose, abs tightening when he moved his arms, his length hard and waiting for you. his right hand dropped over his length, stroking slow and lazy while his other hand busied itself with your ridiculous sleep shorts.
“but papi,” you started, bottom lip jutting out in a pout, “i’m tired too. can’t you just—”
“my beautiful wife.. you do nothing all day. deberías darme las gracias. don’t be ungrateful.”
he moved sluggishly, shifting until his back was pressed against the large expanse of the bed frame. he motioned you forward, no room for argument. and you didn’t argue, not yet, but your pout lingered when you kicked off your shorts and panties. ilia had to fight the urge to roll his eyes when you didn’t speak while settling yourself over his lap.
he could tell you were purposefully holding back the usual moans and whimpers you made when you started grinding your wet heat over his cock, soaking him in your arousal. he wished he could relax, but your bratty pout was making it difficult. he watched your movements for awhile hoping to distract himself. your pussy lips glided over him with ease, making obscene noises, but his eyes always drifted back up to your face.
eventually he couldn’t help himself anymore and stubbornly thumbed his cock head into your tight hole. finally, happily, he sighed with relief. you nearly choked on your moan, holding your own tits tight in front of his face.
“was that so hard?”
he asked, annoyed tone, snarky even. you rolled your eyes, actually rolled your eyes right in front of his fucking face. what happened to not biting the hand that feeds you?
maybe don’t roll your eyes at the man stuffing your cunt full of his cock, either.
“fuck you,” you finally muttered out, voice shaking and breathless when you started grinding and moving your hips.
“fuck me?” ilia laughed at that. you’ve gotten bold. “you’re the one riding my cock, cariño.”
for some help and support, you begrudgingly reached for his sounds. despite the exchange of words your hips kept moving. not once did ilia help you, he didn’t want to. he was gonna make you do this one all by yourself. his hands, known for carrying enough power to knock a grown man out, help your hips in a lazy grip, pushing you down each time you raised your hips.
“you’re so mean.” you whined, pathetically. ilia ignored you.
he watched his dick get coated in your slick. watched the inches disappear into your dripping pussy. for someone with such harsh words, you seemed to be enjoying it.
“you’re a big girl.. sabía que podías hacerlo.”
you couldn’t help the way your core clenched around him at those words. so demeaning, teasing, meant to rile you up. your head dropped in a moan and he just smirked. he felt that flutter of your walls around him, tightening and constricting. he always knew how to get to you. he noticed when his words really sunk in and you started moving faster. your hips lifted and slammed back down in a delicious rhythm.
you could feel his tip kiss your cervix; prodding low in your tummy, ilia cursed quietly under his breath and a gruff groan followed. his rough thumb ghosted over your clit with reverence but stopped quickly—he couldn’t make it easy for you.
you brought this upon yourself.
you’d been switching between grinding and bouncing for awhile. head thrown back, brushing your swollen clit over his tufts of hair since he refused to help you. at one point, you almost gave up, whimpering a small ‘m’tired’. your husband almost broke—almost helped his sweet angel. but he realized seeing you like this, worn out and desperate, was his new favorite thing.
ilia could see the sweat bead between your breasts and watched as it trailed down your tummy. he could see your legs quivering, could feel it too. his weak fatigue made everything feel so much more intense. he wanted to suck your pebbled nipple into his mouth, wanted to lick up the sweat and tug your clit between his fingers but he just couldn’t. your sweet, tight cunt proved to be exactly what he needed. a relaxant.
he banged his head back against the headboard, squeezing the plush on your hips with a nearly pornographic noise slipping past his throat. your husband looked at you with heavy lidded eyes and pulled you down with hard finality. his thighs twitched, his hips bucked, knuckles turning white.
white danced across his vision and his white seed painted your walls like a masterpiece. he felt like it would never stop.
if you wanted to cum? well, you’d have to do it all on your own.
summary. fermín wants to celebrate his new trophy with you.
warnings. 18+ mean! fermín. smut.
gabri speaks! paz!reader universe is back due to popular demand.
the view of the apartment the guys rented for the party was breathtaking. madrid was a beautiful city, you were glad your brother had convinced your parents to move in with him. although right now you were alone in madrid surrounded by a bunch of players you didn’t know. a bunch of players your brother hated. in the midst of drunk players and their friends you kept tugging your short red dress every five minutes. you were beginning to regret even coming, you were only here because of a certain blonde. a blonde you had yet to see.
“didn’t bring nico?” you’re startled by a familiar voice.
“why? you have a crush on my brother?” you ask him surprised at the sudden interest fermín had for your brother.
“no but it would’ve been nice to show him what a trophy looks like.” you can barely see him through the dim lights but you know he’s smirking. you can hear it in his voice.
“if i’m not wrong you barely had minutes. i’m not too sure you have any bragging rights.” you test him.
“and somehow i played more minutes than your brother has his whole career.” his tone changes. “watch your mouth. you look prettier like that.”
you’re taken aback by his change in demeanor quite frankly you weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up. he’s rough and threatening, his good boy facade long gone. you’re amused by the way he’s acting wondering if he’s trying to get you to sleep with him again. you place your hand on his jaw while the other goes into his hair, tempting him.
“it’s such a shame that you could be celebrating your win but instead you’re bitching about my brother like a sad little envious child.” you say sharply not taking insults to your brother lightly.
the smirk that once adorned his face was now gone and you could tell he was mad at you now. he grips your hands away from him with such a tight hold you’ll know they’ll be bruised tomorrow. his eyes pierce into yours with a threatening look and you realize you’ve successfully riled him up.
“okay, that’s it.” he murmurs.
one minute you’re looking at fermín dead in the eye and the next you feel his hands grip your waist. his hold is so strong on you that he manages to carry you over his shoulder with ease. you’re not that surprised at how easily he’s picked you up, you’ve noticed how bulkier he got over the past year. when the guy you’ve been fucking on the low gets hotter you notice.
“fermín! put me down!” you shriek.
the blonde just finds it funny laughing at your vulnerability. your screams manage to get the attention of his teammates and their guests. the least you could say is that he was embarrassing you in front of everyone and you hoped that none of the real madrid players were here. the last thing you needed was to get embarrassed and scolded by your brother. the faces of the guest slowly fade away as fermín drags you to what you can assume is his room. he gently drops you on the bed before laying down next to you.
“you’re such an asshole.” you whine as you fix your dress. it’s then that you realize that some of the guests had probably seen your dress skirt up, your face heats up instantly at that.
you don’t get to bicker at him for much longer because he pulls you on top of him. his hands instantly go towards your hips — a muscle memory for him by now — and holds you. you can already feel him grow hard against you and you get excited. the two of you had just argued and now here he was with a hard on. he thrusts up against you causing a whine to slip past your lips at the sensation.
“such a shame that you could use your mouth for beautiful noises like this instead of arguing.” he murmurs under his breathe trying to contain his groans.
it’s your turn to grind against him causing his breath to falter. he places himself against the crook of your neck as you continue your movements, leaving wet kisses along your throat. you move your hands into the light curls of his hair as you feel yourself growing wetter.
“instead of trying to compete against my brother every five seconds you could be fucking me but you don’t see me complaining.” and there you go always trying to have the last word.
“shut the fuck up and spread your legs.” he groans.
you hesitate but you obey nevertheless. his hand trails down your figure until he places it firmly on your thigh, teasing you. he knows you need him and the idea of making you frustrated is amusing to him. you can’t stand it anymore — his touch being so close yet so far — you yearn him. it’s almost pathetic except for the fact that you know he feels the same way. he’s the one who wanted you first and he always ends up satisfying you even if he’s mad.
his fingers slowly tread up your leg and you grow frustrated at the edging. you can’t stand it anymore so you drag his fingers to where you need him the most causing a teasing laugh to leave his lips. you know he’ll give you shit about this later but you don’t care, you need him. he also seems to think the same as he doesn’t waste time spreading your wetness along your folds. your hips instinctively grind into his hand as his fingers start circling your clit causing waves of pleasure throughout your body.
“oh, fuck.” you whine as he brings a couple of his fingers towards your hole.
“say you want my fingers.” he looks at you with a defying grin. “say it or else i’ll leave you here all alone.”
“fuck fermín please.” you gasp as one of his fingers enters you slowly. “i need your fingers, please”
he leaves a quick kiss on your jaw before inserting you with his second finger. your body collapses against his chest as he fucks you slowly. the intrusion is sudden and your hands grip the sheets below you as he fills you up. the feeling is intense and you feel feral at the way you moan without holding back. the thing about fermín was that while he was asshole at least he fucked, hard. his free hand grabs you by the throat forcing you to look at him as you ride his hand.
he looks at you in awe admiring the way your eyes get glossy as you fuck yourself on his fingers. he analyzes the way your hair bounces with every movement of your hips and how your eyes close and your nose scrunches a bit before reaching your peak. he adds a third finger hoping to help you reach your high. you’re full on whining in his ear now as he fills you up completely. the sensation of your walls clinging to his fingers so tightly also allow him a sense of satisfaction.
“fermín. please.” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for. you only knew that you were close.
“you’re so close.” he whispers as he pulls you in for a kiss. the kiss is sloppy but soft. a mixture of lost and love. it scares you, nevertheless you come around his fingers gasping as you wet his fingers.
“fuck, that was hot. you’re hot.” fermín rambles as he helps you come down from your orgasm.
as you adjust your dress and fix your hair fermín watches you intensely. he’s tired of only seeing you like this and never normally. he hadn’t slept with anyone else since you came into his life and you were making him crazy. the feeling of knowing fran was so close of having you too was too much for him and he wasn’t sure why felt so possessive about you.
warnings: explicit sexual content, p in v sex, needy/sub clix, crying during sex, whimpering, dirty talk, dom tones, reader insert, explicit language
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he’s on his back, hands gripping your hips like he’s scared you’ll stop. you’re on top, riding him slow—deep rolls, grinding down just right, taking him all the way every time.
his head is thrown back, neck exposed, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut.
you lean forward, chest to his, and pick up the pace just a little.
that’s when it starts.
a soft, broken whimper in your ear.
“fuck—baby—”
his voice cracks, high and desperate.
you clench around him on purpose.
he whines, actual whine, hips jerking up involuntarily.
“too good—shit—can’t—”
you keep the rhythm steady, slow grind, then faster, watching him fall apart.
his eyes open, glassy, tears gathering at the corners.
“you feel so fucking good,” he chokes out, voice shaking.
another whimper, louder, right against your ear.
he’s trying to hold it together, but he’s losing.
hands sliding up your back, clinging.
“please—don’t stop—i’m—”
you lean down, kiss his neck, bite soft.
he gasps, tears spilling over, sliding down his temples into his hair.
“gonna cry?” you whisper.
he nods, no shame.
“yeah—fuck—feels too good—”
you speed up, riding him harder, clit grinding perfect against him.
he’s a mess now—whimpering nonstop, high, needy sounds in your ear, tears streaming.
“baby—baby—i’m close—please—”
you kiss him deep, swallow every sound.
he cums hard, hips bucking, whole body shaking, whining your name into your mouth like it hurts.
you follow right after, clenching around him, drawing it out.
he’s still trembling when you slow, arms locked around you, face buried in your neck.
“fuck,” he whispers, voice wrecked. “you’re gonna kill me one day.”
you kiss his damp cheek.
“you’d die happy.”
he laughs, weak, teary.
“yeah. i would.”
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