Summary: When Bono’s radio mic goes haywire , (Y/N) offers her colleague a helping hand, leading to an unexpected moment of intimacy between the pair with the teasing comments from Lewis only adding fuel to the fire.
Warnings: None except it’s been written in my notes app
Notes: I wanted to write something for Bono for so long now , since he’s so incredibly dear to me. So now I just did- anyways I hope there aren’t any mistakes and that you enioy this little story x
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It’s a bustling Friday practice session at the track, and the air is filled with the familiar sounds of mechanics working, engines revving, and the steady hum of team radios crackling to life. Bono stands in the Mercedes garage, his eyes flicking over the various data streams on the monitors in front of him as Lewis sends feedback through the radio. There’s a calm professionalism to him, his headset settled snugly over his ears as he keeps his cool amidst the chaos of the session.
(Y/N), working a few stations over, is equally immersed in her role, running through telemetry data and keeping an eye on the numbers as they stream in. It’s her second full season working with the team, and although the work is often intense, the environment feels like home. Especially with Bono around. There’s something comforting about his expertise, his quiet focus—and maybe, though she’d never say it aloud, something undeniably attractive too.
Attentively watching the data presented to her , the buzzing noise of the track outside the garage slowly but surely becomes more of a background noise to (Y/N) —until she hears Bono curse softly under his breath. Looking over at the engineer, she finds him fiddling with the mic on his radio headset.
“I’m losing audio,” he mutters, mostly to himself, his fingers rapidly tapping at the small mic attached to his headset. The frustration is clear on his face. His eyebrows drawn together in a frown, as he tries to fix the issue without missing a beat in his ongoing strategy communications.
Without thinking much about it, (Y/N) walks over to the man, noticing his struggle. “Need a hand?”
Bono looks up, his brows slightly raising, surprised by her offer. “Yeah, I think the mic’s loose. Keeps cutting in and out,” he says, his voice lower than usual, the usual steady control in his tone replaced by just a hint of frustration. Stepping closer, (Y/N) notices the faint flush creeping up his neck as he tries to juggle the malfunction and his job.
“Let me take a look,” she says, voice gentle as she steps right in front of him. Bono’s eyes stay fixed on her for a moment before he gives a small nod, lowering his head slightly so she has easier access to the mic. It’s the simplest of gestures, but (Y/N)’s heart skips a beat—being this close to him, especially in the middle of the chaos of the garage, feels strangely intimate.
(Y/N)’s hands lift to adjust the mic, her fingers brushing his cheek ever so slightly, as she reattaches the microphone more securely. His skin is warm under her fingertips, and the moment she touches him, she notices the slightest inhale from Bono, though he stays incredibly still, as if he’s afraid to move.
The garage feels smaller now, the noise fading into the background as (Y/N) concentrates on the mic, trying to focus on the task but fully aware of how close she is to the race engineer. Every brush of her hand sends a spark of awareness through her body. Focusing on the task at hand she feels Bono’s eyes on her form, though he’s trying his best to keep it professional.
“Okay, try now,” (Y/N) murmurs, stepping back slightly to give him some space. Bono clears his throat, his hand reaching up to adjust the mic himself, fingers brushing where hers had just been. He’s back to business in an instant, but there’s an edge to his voice as he speaks into the mic.
“Lewis, do you copy? How’s the connection now?” Bono’s voice is steady, but the slightest tension remains in his shoulders as he waits for a response.
There’s a brief pause before Lewis’s voice crackles through the radio, loud and clear. “Yeah, I hear you loud and clear, Bono. Thought you’d left me hanging there for a minute,” Lewis teases, but before Bono can respond, Lewis’s voice returns, this time with a playful lilt. “Wait a minute… was that her fixing your mic? That surely sounded like her voice ,mate.”
Bono’s reaction is immediate—he lets out an exasperated sigh, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, but keeping her focus on him, (Y/N) can see the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Lewis, focus on your out-lap,” Bono says, his voice firm but with a warmth that betrays his usual stoicism. Slightly shaking his head, he’s trying to suppress his embarrassment, but the smile that’s breaking through is impossible to miss.
“Oh, I’m focused,” Lewis replies, his tone mischievous. “Just thought I’d ask. Should I leave you two to it, or are we going to talk about strategy?”
Glancing back at (Y/N), Bono catches her eye for a brief moment, both of them sharing an amused, slightly embarrassed look. There’s a tension between the pair, but the humor in Lewis’s words manages to cut through it, making the moment feel lighter.
Bono lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head as he taps on the mic. “Yeah, let’s focus on the strategy. We’ll debrief later, Lewis.”
The radio crackles again as Lewis’s laughter comes through. “Sure, sure. But, just saying—‘bout time you two got close. We’ve all seen it coming.”
Bono’s face flushes at that, and he quickly turns back to the monitors, his fingers tapping at the keyboard, pretending to be fully immersed in his work. (Y/N), on the other hand,feels a mixture of embarrassment and… something else, as she walks back to her station. The way Lewis spoke, as if everyone had noticed the way her and Bono seem to gravitate toward each other, leaves the woman flustered. Was it really that obvious?
“Well, uh,” Bono calls , clearing his throat again, “thanks for fixing that. Shouldn’t have trouble now.”
(Y/N) nods, her heart still pounding as she tries to shake off Lewis’s teasing. “No problem,” she says through a slightly awkward chuckle. There’s still something hanging in the air between them, something unspoken.
Bono glances over at her once more before looking away, his lips pressing together like he’s holding something back. For a second, it feels like he might say something, but before he can, the team radio crackles again.
“Bono,” Lewis calls, his voice still carrying that teasing edge, “when’s the next date? Need me to clear the schedule?”
(Y/N) can’t help but laugh softly, shaking her head as Bono rolls his eyes. “You’re impossible, Lewis,” he mutters, though his voice is lighter now, the moment of tension dissolving into something more comfortable. He presses the radio switch again, sighing dramatically. “Focus on the driving, will you?”
Lewis just laughs in response, clearly pleased with himself, and Bono, despite his best efforts to maintain his usual professionalism, can’t help but let out a soft chuckle as well.
As the practice session winds down, the garage starts to return to its usual rhythm, but the brief moment of closeness between herself and Bono lingers in the back of (Y/N)’s mind. Every now and then, she catches him glancing in her direction, and when her eyes meet his, there’s a flicker of something unspoken—a spark that neither of the two can ignore.
And though nothing more is said between the pair, there’s an undeniable shift. (Y/N) can still feel the weight of his gaze, the soft smile that tugged at his lips, and the teasing words of Lewis echoing in the back of her mind.
Warnings: The end could be read as suggestive I suppose? But not really just very fluffy
Notes: This is based off of this request. Also after watching the Silverstone GP, I now super need Lewis and Bono to say together forever and ever!!
Summary: The Silverstone GP is a great day for many. Especially Lewis Hamilton and those around him. Such as his race engineer and said race engineer's partner.
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You smile as you look at the sighs around you. Silverstone. Praised for having such an amazing, almost electric atmosphere. Despite the awful traffic you faced this morning, the atmosphere of the paddock still brings a smile to your face.
You walk through the doors of the Mercedes paddock and as soon as you spot your favourite person you break out into a slight sprint. "Roscoe!!" The dog in question happily jumps up at you as you call his name and you bend down to be on his level and start petting the extremely adorable dog.
A familiar laugh and voice fills your ears midway through Roscoe's attempt to give you a big, slobbery link. "Honestly, sometimes I think you love that dog more than you love me." You grin and glance up. "Don't be silly Bono. You should know that I definitely love this dog more then I love you." Your husband just rolls his eyes and you begin to stand up (not before delivering a final pet to Roscoe back. "Morning." You peck him on the cheek.
"Is that all I'm getting? A 'morning' and not even a small kiss?" You nod. "Well someone left without saying goodbye earlier." Bono just groans and leans in for another kiss, this time on your lips. Yet despite playing stubborn just a monet ago, you happily oblige his affection and easily melt into the kiss. A voice behind you breaks your moment. "Well it doesn't take you two long." You turn around and laugh at Lewis' words. "Don't be jealous. I hardly think you you to be greeted like that." Lewis pulls a toothy grin at you words and shakes his head. "No. You're right, I'm fine thanks. I am worried about how readily Roscoe ran to you again. I thought we sorted his favouritism issue out." You purse your lips and let out a long exhale. "Well I'm afraid he knows how to keep the best company." At the end of your sentence, a fan timidly approaches Lewis and your husband laughs at Lewis' words and takes the opportunity to fling his arm over your shoulder, easily maneuvering you inside as you hear more fans being let into the paddock.
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You'd been to many races before. You'd been to Silverstone before. But goodness if this last leg of the grand prix wasn't putting you on edge. Well obviously everyone in the garage was left rigid with anticipation at the moment. George had to retire a bit earlier which dampened the spirits of the people in the Mercedes garage to say the least. But now? Lewis was leading the last lap of the British GP, with Verstappen a good amount behind him. And as long as he was sensible and didn't end up turning into a wall at Brooklyns or anything like that, he had the win in the bag. More specifically his first win since 2021.
This is monumental.
You glance at your husband, his back curved. He's muttering through his headset words of encouragement to Lewis and as much as you want to keep staring at your husband, you feel like you're obligated to watch Lewis. You glance at the nearest screen to Peter (the one above his head) and wait anxiously.
And as soon as Lewis passes the finish line, the garage erupts. Everyone cheers instantly as soon as Lewis passes the chequered flag (and is that Sir Dr.Brian May waving it!?!?!) You feel people grab you into a gug and watch as people bring each others into handshakes and wet eyed embraces. Yet somehow, through all of the commotion, you still manage to focus on your husband's voice.
You watch with a happy smile as he terribly announces Lewis' win to the driver and at Lewis' choked up response you feel luke you're finally allowed to approach Bono. You walk up behind him and you only manage to gently place a hand on his shoulder before he is swiftly turning around and jumping towards you in a passionate kiss.
Now you love Peter. You've loved him for years. And your love life hasn't ever been uninteresting really. But you don't think you've ever had such an emotion filled, adrenaline ladened moment with yoir husband since probably your wedding day. You finally pull away and rest your foreheads together. "Well done." You manage to speak despite your voice cracking with sheer pride midway through.
Bono just smiles toothily at you and wraps his arms around you in a joyful embrace. He buries his face in your neck and kisses the line if your collarbone. "I couldn't have done this without you. Must be Mercedes' good luck charm eh?" You giggle at his words and go to respond but someone cuts across your moment. You both turn to look at Toto Wolff. Gosh he looks happy. He gives a wordless smile to Bono, clearly encouraging him to take to the podium with Lewis (not that Lewis would want anyone else up there with him of course). Your husband turns to you and you just laugh. "Go." You lightly push him away and he gives you a kiss to your cheek and begins to speedwalk to where Lewis is. As he leaves, you catch a towering toto Wolff and you just shake your head and congratulate the team on the win.
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Unsurprisingly, the celebrations felt endless tonight. Everyone wanted to celebrate Hamilton comeback at his homemade and you were no exception!
However do will very much appreciate the peace and tranquility of your hotel room. You fall back onto the bed with a groan. "Oh someone's ready to go to bed." You chuckle "Of course." The soft click of a door lock makes you turn around and look up. Bono's hair has long since dried from the podium celebrations earlier but he being's a scent if expensive champagne with him now wherever he goes throughout the evening. Not that you're complaining because it makes him all the more appealing. "What are you looking at?" You hum in fame thought. "Hmmm just mu very handsome, successfully, amazing husband." Bono smiles. "Oh really?" He ealks towards you and slowly undoes the bindings of your shoes and removes them. "Yeah. Did you hear that his driver just won his first grand prix for the first time in 2 and a half years?" Bono fakes a gasp "Oh really he must be super successful then..." You nod. "Oh yeah super successful. And when he for on that podium. Gosh it was attractive." He sinks into the bed next to you and pulls you into his chest. "Oh yeah?" He mumbles into your hairline. "Well maybe you can act in those desires soon. But for now? The best celebration I can have is sleep. We can always celebrate more in the morning." And that's what you do. You fall asleep in your husbands embrace, easily lulled into slumber with the euphoric feeling of joy still in your systems. And as Bono said, it's better to keep the joy alive by extending the celebrations to when you wake up...
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Request: hello , can you do a bono yassin x reader there morroco wedding please pretty
warnings: none
“You don’t think she’s having second thoughts, do you?”
“Yassine, she's like 5 minutes off schedule. It’s tradition for brides to be like 3 hours late, I’m sure everything is on track.”
“But she said she’d get an early start to stop that from happening!”
“5 minutes, man. I promise you, she’ll be through those doors any moment now!”
The man calms down at least a little with the reassurance. He should really have a little more faith. It’s baffling to everyone how he doesn’t realise you’re just as attached to him as he is to you.
Only in the dressing room not too far away, you’re having your own breakdown.
“Dear lord, we're running late!”
“Babe, it’s only five minutes and we’ve just got the jewellery to put on!”
“But I promised Yassine!”
“He’s a reasonable guy! He’ll have to know that things like this always run over a bit! I promise you that he’s gonna be just fine. Now let's get this jewellery on before he does get any ideas.” you slap your friend on the arm for that. Just when you were about to calm down the idea of him giving up and feeling betrayed.
By the time you’re done, you take a second to look over yourself. The dress was everything you could have dreamed of and more. You and Yassine were not the superstitious types so you did have his help while choosing and the one you came to was just perfection. You couldn’t have been happier. You felt beautiful and confident and excited and… oh god. What if HE was having second thoughts. All of this and for it to come crashing down at the hall. How humiliating would that be?! You leave your train of thought when you hear your phone ring. Your heart only starts to pound faster at the name on the screen. With a shaky hand, you accept the call. Thankfully, he’s the first to speak.
“Is everything okay, love?” you calm down a little bit at the drawl of his voice, but the fear still lingers. Would he break it to you now or later?
“Yeah, just making sure everything is okay. I know it's only been 10 minutes but I was getting a bit worried…” he takes a pause to catch his breath and you furrow your eyebrows as you can hear the slight panting.
“Yeah it's just the jewellery was a bit of a pain. I’ll be down in a few minutes, my love. Everything okay over there? You sound out of breath?”
“Yeah… you know just pacing a bit- OH GOD I JUST WANTED TO SAY I LOVE YO-”
“YASSINE YOU IDIOT I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL HER I SWEAR TO GOD GIVE IT- sorry he’s just stressed, I don’t know what's gotten into him.” You could always count on Yousef to have your back but in all honesty, it was nice to hear his voice. He was still there and he was waiting. For you, no less.
You hope and pray that the first gasps you hear are of amazement and not horror as you finally make your entrance.
You’ve practised walking around in the dress and shoes more times than you can count but you suddenly feel so heavy. It’s like your feet are glued to the ground. Suddenly the heels feel too high and the puffy dress feels like a burlap sack as you begin to overthink it all. All while continuing to walk, mind you. Your eyes are glued to Yassine, waiting for him to turn around but you can just feel all the other pairs of eyes on you. You squeeze your father’s hand for some much needed relief as you try to process the moment. So many eyes. The mumbling quietens into silence and Yassine finally turns his head to look at you. The star-struck look is the confidence boost you need as you make your way to sit with him. He takes your hand in his and gives it a comforting squeeze as he seeks to calm your nerves. He can see it in your eyes. He feels bad for asking at a time like this but some of his own concerns still linger. So as the Imam makes his way over, he asks.
“You’re not having any second thoughts, are you?” you see his own fears mirror yours.
“Not even for a second…” you bring the hand you’re holding to your lips for a soft kiss.
“Are you?” he shakes his head vigorously. No, he’d been waiting too long for this.
As the Imam begins the procession, you glance over at where your family are sitting. It was a big step. Your parents' little girl marrying a man that, much to their dismay, had won over the hearts of the whole family, including them. You were absolutely confident that it was the best day of your life. You were ready to tie the knot and spend the rest of your life with one of your favourite people on the planet. You couldn’t ask for more. He made you the happiest girl in the world, this step was a very obvious one.
Now that your hand is in his, he’s feeling a lot less nervous. He loved you with every atom in his body. He was beyond excited for this next step.
“You look like an angel by the way” he whispers before pressing a kiss to the side of your head. As you turn to make eye contact with him, you can immediately feel your face heating up. God, if you could engrain the softness in his eyes whenever he looked at you in your mind forever, you would. He didn’t even need to say anything because his eyes did it for him. That was all you needed.
When the procession is finally over and the marriage is made official, he tries to keep things chaste by pressing a small kiss to your lips. In the midst of your hug, Your family joins you, one by one, to congratulate you. Yassine also receives his fair share of hugs because as much as your parents didn’t want to say it, he’d won them over tenfold. If there was anyone they were going to trust their girl with, it was most definitely him.
He knew that you were dreading the photo-taking the most so he does his very best to make it more bearable for you. He whispers jokes that no one else can hear. The hand on your waist moves oh-so-subtly to tickle you. You try to hold off the laughter for as long as you can but only one joke later, you have to hide your face in the crook of his neck as the giggles bubble over. You hold onto his shoulder for some support and you can feel his laughter as well. It’s a moment that the photographer makes sure to capture, with frantic direction from your parents. It was so clear that the pair of you were a match made in heaven that it felt almost shambolic that you hadn’t wedded sooner.
As time ticked on and everyone was well settled, he notices you starting to get tired. After a quick glance at your drooping eyes, he kisses your hand before letting go of it to grab a glass of water and some of the buffet food for you. Immediately you’re surrounded by your friends and cousins and the excited chatter does do something to wake you up a little.
“Oh my god, mom said that you were in love but this is something else! Do you SEE the way that man looks at you!” you jolt awake as she shakes you by the shoulders.
“I mean, we are married…” you remind with a smile. She shakes her head vigorously and you tilt yours in confusion.
“No no no this isn’t any old marriage, you two are the definition of soulmates.” you hum in agreement because honestly she’s right. Never in your life had someone made you feel as special as Yassine did. Every touch, every glance your way, every word spoken to and about you was dripping with the sweetest, purest love imaginable. It was enough to make your heart burst. Even with a schedule like his and yours, he still managed to love you in a way you were almost certain no one else could. He was it for you. He made you happy beyond your wildest dreams. Marriage was simply another step to solidify that.
“Where did he go anyway”
“Oh he just went to grab some water, I think…” you trail off, gesturing to where he was with a nod of your head and they all turn around to look. Indeed, there he was with a cup of water in one hand and a plate of all sorts of finger foods ready for you. He’s just talking with a couple of his teammates who are having a very similar conversation.
“I knew you were a sap but this is pretty impressive, man.” Hakim teases, nudging his shoulder slightly. Yassine simply smiles, looking over to where you’re laughing with your friends. Everything about you was so ethereal to him. Your mere presence just made him happy. He loved seeing you, talking to you, holding you, just everything. The idea of spending the rest of his life with anyone else made him feel sick. It was you. Always you. He had been certain of that for much longer than you would ever know.
He’s completely zoned out of the conversation Hakim and Romain are having, probably teasing each other again as per usual. The second he sees you glance over at him, he doesn’t even bother to bid the men farewell before making his way over to you. Before the girls disperse, they give their congratulations to Yassine and send sly winks towards you as they return to their seats. You sneer at them and Yassine turns around. Only by then they’ve all quickly turned to talk to each other.
“What was that all about?”
“Oh nothing, we were just discussing how obsessed with me you are.”
He shrugs nonchalantly. As if he didn’t make that abundantly clear every time he so much as took a glance at you.
“I picked out what I thought you would like so you can at least try and get through the rest of the night.” he nudges and you flick his arm before grabbing the cup of water. You’re eager to gulp it down except your nose ring is very much in the way. Of course, your now husband is to it before you and carefully lifts the heavy jewellery up and away from the mouth so that you can drink in peace. The sigh of relief you let out is enough to put a smile on his face, happy that he was able to make you more comfortable. He continues to hold it up as you pick away at the snacks and canapes he brought from the buffet. When you’ve had your fill, you gently pull his hand away and grab one of the snacks, holding it up to his mouth to feed him. He obliges, hugging you to his side as he slowly eats it. Once again, your parents are frantically pushing the photographer to capture the moment because the look in your eyes was unmistakable. Just as he adored you, you were infatuated by him in equal amounts.
You grow more lively when you see your friends make their way to the dance floor and other guests following suit. He’s already dragging you by the hand so you can join in on the fun. You’re weary at first but you have to admit, you haven’t had fun like that in a long time. None of you are prima ballerinas by any means but you haven’t ever laughed like that. You can’t stop the giggles as everyone clumsily moves to the beat of the music. You’re gripping onto yassine’s shoulders as he spins you around excitedly, squeezing your eyes shut and savouring the sound of his laughter.
Eventually, everyone grows tired and very hungry again as everyone once again takes their seats as the main courses make their way to the tables. Only the best as per Yassine’s instructions. You rest your head on his shoulder when you take your seats with your family - which of course included Yassine’s beloved teammates - looking around at everyone. There was a part of you that still couldn’t believe it. You were really married to this funny, kind, smart, overall loveable oaf. He was really yours. You turn your head to look up at him and he looks down at you, running a thumb over your cheek before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He interlinks your hand with his and gives it a squeeze just to ground you again. A smile makes its way onto your face as you soak in the atmosphere.
“Nearly over.” he whispers and your smile widens.
“It’s gonna be a pretty long night though, isn’t it?” you tease and he smirks.
“Already anticipating? You must be excited.” he remarks and you feel your face heat up. You had been waiting for this night for ages. Dreaming of what he’d be like. He had a gentle personality and a soft gaze but there was an intensity there too. You wondered whether he would be soft and sensual as expected or if there was another side to him.
“Attention everyone!” None other than Dari calls out, clinking his glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention.
“Oh boy…” Yassine whispers and you chuckle.
“I just wanted to congratulate the happy couple and say a few words. Yassine is a huge idiot…” which immediately gets some chuckles out of the guests, as well as immature snickering from the team. What a way to end the dinner.
The outside area is decorated to perfection. Fairy Lights strung around the foliage and the sky sprinkled with the stars and moon. Yassine held your body close, slipping small, sweet kisses onto your lips at every given opportunity as you swayed softly to the music. It was the perfect way to end a picture-perfect night. In your lover’s strong arms and under a clear night sky.
“This still doesn’t feel real, you know?” he admits and you hum in agreement.
“It feels like only yesterday when you were pestering me about gem cuts.” you joke and he gently pinches your side.
“It was a perfectly valid question, thank you very much!” you both laugh and it settles down into a comforting silence once more.
“God, they’re so adorable! How has this not happened sooner?!” Hakim wonders. The rest of the boys mutter, agreeing with him.
“Marriage looks good on him.” Romain adds with a smile. Yassine had spent many nights on call with the captain, seeking out his advice and reassuring words. To say the least, it was a big relief for everyone that it was finally done. He had been planning this for far too long.
“Has he added the ring to his bio yet?”
“He’s had it there since the engagement. Although I think that pinned photo says enough." They all laugh. Yassine was weary of sharing his private life but he was beyond excited and couldn’t help but share that one little memory with the world. To just have his moment to show off. You were his. All his! And he was well and truly yours.
He was so ready to start this next adventure with you. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you. Now as your proud husband.
im so sorry its been so long lmao but here it is!!!
you know the audio “I want a big boy. gimme a big boy.” that’s him.
bono was a giant, no doubt about it. he towered over most of his teammates and opponents and he definitely towered over you.
not only was he big in height but in size as well, he picks you up like you were as light as a feather.
the size kink thing was always there but it only really came to surface when you wore one of his shirts.
you were getting dinner with some friends and you had a vision for the outfit; blue jeans, white tank top and a button up to match but you didn’t like how any of yours looked so you borrowed on from your boyfriend.
you were practically swimming in the shirt, it was buttoned up half way and hanging off your shoulder cause fashion duh, but when he saw you, it was safe to say you were late to dinner.
he didn’t want to take his hands off you, kissing on you and holding you close. distracting you with his filthy words every time you tried to walk out the door.
now that started it and it only spiralled from there. if you two were taking a photo or hanging around the house or whatever it was, he had you sit on his lap.
not that you minded, it was your favourite spot. but something about how he held you made it abundantly obvious to the size difference between you two.
the thought relayed to when you two were in bed as well.
his favourite was when you were on top because he could see how small you looked or how tiny your hand was when it pressed to his chest.
you under him was a whole different story. you barely took up space, his hands wandering all over you, holding you down under him.
“sweet little thing,” he’d mumble, kissing along your neck. “so pretty, and all for me?”
as if he didn’t already know.
mirror sex was a big one.
having you bent over the counter, watching as he fucked you, the marble digging into your hips, his fingers squeezing hard enough to leave behind marks or how you could see his entire body behind you and you didn’t even block him.
“look,” his hand around your neck. “look how small you are, so pretty like this. fucked full and you can’t even answer me.”
You were sitting on your couch watching some TV, dressed casually in a sweatshirt and joggers with your hair up in a messy bun when you heard the doorbell. You looked up, horrified at the prospect of being seen like this by an unexpected visitor. You opened the door cautiously, reaching out for your umbrella "just in case" (you'd watched too many thrillers for your own good) and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of your adorably confused-looking boyfriend. "Yassine! You didn't tell me you were coming over?" You angled your body so he could walk in, dropping a kiss on your forehead as he did so. It was still early on in your relationship, and though some part of your mind was a bit embarrassed he'd seen you in this state, the other, largely rational part scolded you for thinking Yassine would mind if your hair wasn't perfect or you weren't all dolled up. "I'm sorry for dropping in on you like this, Y/n. You know your house is closer to training than mine, and I'm just so tired-" You gently interrupted his rambling with a soft kiss, noting the dark circles under his eyes. "I'm sure you are, honey. I was the one who told you to drop by anytime once you're done training; why are you apologizing?"
He grinned at you sheepishly as you smiled up at him. Yassine bent down, moving his forehead to yours, his soft hair brushing the top of your head in a touch gentler than a feather. Within a few moments, you opened your eyes, noticing him biting his lip as if he was in pain. "Yassine?" You asked, immediately concerned. "Is everything ok?" He straightened, wincing as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Yes, habibi. I just fell a bit wrong when I was saving a shot in practice today." Your concern grew, though your cheeks warmed at the endearment. You loved when he spoke to you in his native language, the one he confided in you he felt most comfortable and natural speaking. Your brief heart-eyes moment, though, was immediately overcome by worry.
It was a few months before the World Cup in Qatar, and Yassine and the rest of the Moroccan team was ramping up their training in anticipation and preparation for the momentous event. The coach and the team felt confident they could better than ever before, but Yassine sometimes told you he was scared he wouldn't be able to perform as well as the rest of the team. You often instantly assuaged these worries, assuring him he'd do wonderfully. Though Yassine had introduced you to the whole team (you'd never been more terrified but your worries went out the window when you realized how wonderful the team was), Achraf had become your good friend, and you'd often ask him to keep an eye on your boyfriend at practice for you.
"Oh, honey. Where does it hurt?" You questioned. "Just my neck and my back. It's nothing-" You cut him off with a sign, turning the bemused taller man around and steering him to your absurdly comfortable couch. You gently pushed him down and plopped onto the sofa behind him. "Take your shirt off, baby." "Eager, much?" Yassine commented with a smirk, turning into full-blown laughter at your eye-roll. He complied anyway, though, after one stern look from you. You sucked a breath at the sight of nasty bruises peppered across your boyfriend's upper back, tears threatening to fall as you thought of how much pain he must be silently enduring right now.
Yassine turned around at the sound of your sniffles, face filled with concern at your teary eyes. "Oh, Y/n. It's not as bad as it looks, I promise. Don't worry, my love." He spoke as he reached up, gently brushing your tears away. "How can I not worry? You're an athlete, I know you'll get injured now and then, but knowing doesn't make seeing it happen any better." You buried your face in his shoulder, your murmured words coming out muffled. You straightened up, a determined look in your eyes. Your boyfriend immediately laughed, eyeing your face with a mixture of anticipation and slight fear. "I don't like that look, Y/n." "Which look?" "The planning one, the one you've got on your face right now." You looked up at the chuckling man indignantly. "I do not have a planning face!" His chuckles turned to loud laughter at your pout. "Ok, ok, turn around." He swiveled back around, his back facing you again.
You placed both your hands on the points where his neck met his shoulders on either side, his skin warm against yours. Yassine immediately relaxed into your touch, leaning slightly against you. You began to knead your hands into his upper back, careful not to hurt him and relishing in the soft sounds that left his lips. "Who's eager now?" You teased, grin growing wider at the sound of his breathy laugh. "Achraf called me today." You spoke as your hands moved further down his muscled back until they were at the middle, and you pressed a little harder to relieve some of his pain. "What did he say?" Came the soft response. There had been a time where Yassine had been jealous of your bond with Achraf, not knowing you two were like brother and sister, but that's another story. You two had crossed that boundary of trust together. "He said you've been overworking yourself. I know it's the World Cup, and it's huge for the whole team, but remember, you're no good to your team or your country if you're injured, sweetheart. Don't take your training too far, alright?" Yassine hummed in agreement, reveling in the feeling of your soft, warm hands against his tired back.
You began softly singing a song in your own native language, unaware you were doing it, soaking in the unspoken words between the two of you that didn't need to be said out loud for you to understand how steeped in love they were. Since his back was turned to you, you missed the way Yassine closed his eyes, relishing in the sound of your voice and the words that he knew were foreign to him but acknowledged were meaningful to you, and in a way, that made him love them just as much as he would've had he understood them. You swayed slowly as your hands worked their magic, massaging in rhythm with your boyfriend's calm, even breathing. Eventually, you were done, and spoke to Yassine. "You should go sleep now, Yassine, I noticed how tired you were earlier-" To your absolute astonishment, as soon as you removed your hands, he nearly fell back against you even more until his head was on your lap, revealing he'd been asleep for god knows how long. You stifled a laugh, marveling at how innocent he seemed, features relaxed like he didn't have a care in the world. You knew how stressed Yassine was getting because of the World Cup, and you were more than happy to be his own little haven. You stretched out your legs and smoothed his hair out of his eyes, running your fingers through it as you leaned your head back, drifting to a dreamland that couldn't possibly be more beautiful that what you had while you were awake.
a/n: hope you liked this!! & keep the requests coming y'all! I'm working on more fics ;) soon to come!
Request: “Peter Bono Bonnington with wife reader. I saw a video of Bono and Lewis doing their last hot lap ever and it's a bittersweet feeling for everyone. For more than two decades he's been with Merc and now leaving the team and having his last race. Everyone thought he would be with Merc forever. But Bono is happy that he's doing what he loves and he has to make ado with it. Up to you how it goes. Angst, bittersweet, 😭 Thanks!! :))”
Warnings: None. Written in my notes app.
Notes: Hi there , thank you so much for your request and sorry for the long wait! Lewis and Bono as a duo mean everything to me and I could still break out sobbing just thinking about them. Hence, writing this was a little difficult for me but I still hope you like it!!
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The air in the Mercedes garage was thick with emotion. The soft whir of tire guns and quiet murmurs of engineers filled the background, but all of it felt distant, like the hum of life moving on in the face of something much heavier. This was it. The last race for Lewis Hamilton with Mercedes. The end of an era.
Bono stood quietly by his station in the garage, arms crossed, watching as Lewis suited up, preparing for his final race with the team. It was hard to fathom, even now. For years, the two of them had been a fixture at Mercedes—Lewis with his unmatched talent, and Bono with his unwavering support, a constant presence on the radio. They’d been through so much together, victories and heartbreaks, and now, here they were, at the end of it all. A chapter closing that no one could ever have truly prepare for.
You stood beside him, your presence a quiet comfort in the storm of emotions swirling in the pit. Bono hadn’t said much about his thoughts on Lewis decision. Keeping his thoughts to himself ever since the announcement, but especially now you could feel the weight of his thoughts in the silence that had settled between you two. He’d always been the calm amidst the chaos of F1, the steady voice of reason when everything else might have seemed close to crumbling. But today, you saw something different in his eyes. His steady gaze sparkling with a mixture of pride, sadness, and a deep sense of gratitude.
“I never thought I’d see this day,” you whispered, leaning towards your husband as your gaze shifts to the car where Lewis was currently checking his helmet. Bono exhaled slowly, his shoulders tense as he finally spoke, his voice low but steady. “Neither did I.” You knew exactly what he meant. Lewis Hamilton, the face of Mercedes, had been a part of the team since its most crucial years, the driver who had helped elevate them to new heights. And Bono, who had been by his side every step of the way, probably never imagined the day would come when Lewis would step away.
For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind outside the garage, the distant hum and buzzing of fans and the track. Then, Bono turned to you, his expression softening with something tender as his eyes found your form. Studying his face you mentally noted how tired he looked. The season hat really left its trace on everyone.
“I’m happy for him,” he admitted, his voice breaking the quiet. “He’s doing what he loves. And it’s time for him to find the next chapter. I just... I didn’t think I’d have to say goodbye to this.” Bono’s eyes left your face in order to settle on the driver instead. You nodded, understanding the depth of his words. Saying goodbye to something or someone you loved—something that had shaped your entire world—was never easy. And for Bono, this was more than just another race or end of a season. It was the end of a partnership that had spanned years, a bond forged in the fire of competition, of shared victories and defeats.
“Bono, you’ve been with him every step of the way. You’ll always be part of that journey, even if it’s not the same.” Your hand found his upper arm in a reassuring gesture. You could feel his muscles loose at least some of the tension underneath your warm touch.
Your husband gave you a small, weary smile, his eyes distant as he watched Lewis step out of the garage, helmet tucked under his arm. The weight of the moment pressed in on him, but he never let it fully show. He’d always been the one to hold it together for others, to guide the team with a steady hand.
“I’ve had the privilege of being by his side,” he said softly. “But... I’m going to miss it. I’ll miss this. I’ll miss him.” You gently squeezed his arm to get him to look at you. “And he’ll miss you, too. You know that.”
Bono’s gaze flickered to you, and in that moment, the world seemed to pause around you both. His hand reached for yours, toying with your wedding-band before lacing his fingers with yours. A quiet affirmation of the life you shared together outside of all the noise and the spectacle. It was something real amidst the chaos of the racing world.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what I would have done without you through all this.”
You smiled gently. “We’ve got through it together.”
As the team lined up, preparing for the final race of the season, Lewis’ final lap with Mercedes, you and Bono made your way to the pit wall. The engines roared to life, and the moment hung in the air, electric and fragile. You both knew that this was the last time Lewis would take to the track as a Mercedes driver. The last time Bono would call out his familiar commands over the radio. The last time they’d share that unspoken connection that had defined so much of their careers.
But it wasn’t just the end of Lewis’ time with the team—it was the end of a chapter for Bono, too. After so many years of guiding him, of being the voice that kept him grounded during the most intense moments, he had to come to terms with the fact that things were changing. The finality of it all felt like a punch to the gut.
The final lap came and went, the roar of the crowd a distant echo in the background, muffled by the intensity of the moment. Bono stood at his workstation, headset on and eyes fixed on the screen, his gaze unwavering even as the reality of the situation settled in. This was it. The end of a chapter. The end of an era. His hand quietly found yours again, you could feel the tension radiating from his body, the weight of what he had just witnessed settling into his bones.
"He's done," Bono muttered, more to himself than to you, his voice a bare whisper against the backdrop of roaring engines.
You could see it in his eyes—the quiet realization that this moment, this pivotal end, was something he’d never truly been prepared for. Bono had always been a silent pillar in the whirlwind of racing, but now, in this final moment, you could see him allowing himself to feel the enormity of it all. You squeezed his hand gently.
"He’ll always be part of your story and your friendship will surely find its place in whatever comes next." you said softly. Bono looked at you, his expression softening just a fraction. He gave you a small, grateful smile, his eyes filled with a bittersweet mixture of love for the past and uncertainty for the future. "I hope so. I really do."
The applause in the garage began to swell as the team gathered around, congratulating Lewis, though the air still felt heavy with unspoken words. Bono turned slightly, his gaze scanning the pit, where the engineers were busy with final tasks. The camaraderie, the collective effort that had been the lifeblood of the team for so many years, was tangible. But now, the winds of change were starting to blow through the garage.
Bono’s lips pressed together in that familiar line of quiet contemplation. The world around you felt like it was moving forward at a pace that he wasn’t entirely ready for, and you could tell that despite the years of stability, Bono was grappling with this transition. You understood that more than anyone.
“I don’t know what’s next,” he said after a pause, his voice filled with a quiet uncertainty that you hadn’t heard from him in years. "But I know I’m not alone. Not with you by my side." You leaned into him then, feeling the tension of the day finally ease slightly as he held you close. "Never alone," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his jaw, the comforting softness of the gesture grounding him.
And there, amidst the fading echoes of victory and the melancholy undertones of the end of an era, you both found something to hold onto. It wasn’t just the end of Lewis’ time with Mercedes—it was the beginning of a new chapter, not only for the team but for Bono and you, too. No one could predict what the future held, but with each other, there was something you both knew for sure: you would face it together.
As the final checks were made and the garage began to empty out, Bono turned to you once more. His hand finding your waist, gently pulling you into his side. “I think we’ve earned ourselves a proper rest, don’t you?” You smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder, feeling the weight of the day finally lift as you walked side by side out of the garage, towards whatever the future would hold. “Sounds perfect,” you agreed, knowing that no matter what came next, it was something you would face—together.
yassine smut where he can't get enough of the taste of her and he's just come back after a week away so his head is between her legs for a particularly long time and he's just pushing her for "one more"
yeah you guys get me.
“C’mon baby,” his hand rested on your side. “One more baby. You can do it.”
You whimpered, back arched and you can feel his lips on your thigh. “Just one more,” he tells you. “You’re my good girl, aren't you?”
He knew exactly what to say, you were putty in his hands.
The week away had been painful to say the least. Your husband hated the weekends away from you but to spend a whole week away was like torture. Since he’s returned, he’d been buried between your legs, hands wrapped your thighs as he ate you out.
At this point, you were at least 4 orgasms in and overstimulated, sensitive, on the verge of crying.
And yet, he wasn’t letting up.
His big hands holding your hips tightly as his tongue laps over you, your own hand tangled in his hair, tugging on it and trying to wiggle away from him at the same time.
“Babe, please,” the words come out as a sigh, tugging on his hair.
He chuckles, his lips back on your thigh as he moves down to better your legs. You can feel his mouth on you, your hips lifting slightly.
Request 2: yassine bono x reader on a dinner date when he want to propose her in front of his teammates in world cup
Warnings: none
“Okay okay okay should I go for a more natural gem cut or would she prefer the princess cut? I know that the princess cut is more befitting but I don’t think she’s a huge fan of super polished looking jewellery so maybe the natural one is bett- YOUSEF ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?” Yassine cuts off his rambling to chastise his friend who is dozing off. The conversation has gone on for far too long for his liking. He throws his pen at the poor guy who jolts awake and rubs his eyes.
“Yassine, I don’t know how to tell you this but…” he trails off, not sure on how to break it to his friend gently.
“What?” Yassine asks, he’s all in his head about the ordeal and practically seething.
“What he’s trying to say is that this is useless!” Nayef states, he came all the way to Spain from England for this?! Yassine’s eye twitches with an uncharacteristic rage.
“My proposal plan is useless?” he asks with a raised eyebrow and the offender gulps, regretting his phrasing immediately.
“Look, what he’s trying to say is that you seem to already know what you should be doing! Half of this meeting has been you arguing and compromising with yourself!” Hakim intervenes before Yassine does something he’s going to regret. He lets out a breath he was holding when Yassine’s eyes return back to a sane state.
“I’m sorry this is just a big deal, you know? She’s dealt with my dumbass for so long, the least I owe her is a fairytale proposal!” he explains, plopping down onto one of the seats.
“I was thinking more along the lines of the fact that you’re both complete dumbasses but sure, that too!” Hakim slaps the back of his head for that and Yassine returns to looking through his plans.
“Yassine, my friend, I promise you that she’s going to absolutely love whatever you’ve chosen for the whole thing. You know her a lot better than we do and personally, I think you should just go for it!”
“Natural gem cut it is!”
You’re both laying, savouring the moments of peace and quiet you get to share after spending too long apart. He’s laying his head on your chest and looking up at you with a softness that makes your heart swell with love for him. These full 90 minute matches really took the life out of him and you knew that he needed time like this to ground himself again.
“Is there anything I can do, my love?” you ask, fondly staring at his sleepy form.
“Your perfect self is more than enough, ya amar.” he assures.
“Sleep might do you some good perhaps?” you retort with a small laugh.
“Can you blame a man for wanting to appreciate such beauty? I can’t do that while I’m sleeping!” he reminds with a teasing smile and your cheeks heat up. He spent every second of every day with you making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world but he still had that effect on you. And he sure loved it.
He rests a hand on your cheek, stroking over the apple of it gently, tracing over your lips, entranced by you. You close your eyes at the warmth of his hand, the gentle touch he provided that created butterflies in your tummy at the mere thought. What made you the most flustered was the look in his eyes: it was a level of adoration and affection that you struggled to comprehend. This was the sort of thing from movies that you, among many, wrote off as unrealistic yet there he was: looking at you like you hung the moon and stars. Of course you were just infatuated with him but you never expected anyone to feel that way for you. Behind the love, you see something swirling in his eyes. He’s thinking about something but you dare not interrupt his thoughts, wanting to bask in his warm gaze for a bit- no a lot longer.
His mind is flickering from appreciating his beautiful girlfriend to the little box he knows is in his bedside drawer. It was literally right there. He could grab it right now and take his shot. It was getting harder and harder to wait until his perfectly constructed plan could fall into place.
“What’s on your mind, pretty boy?” you ask with a smirk as his face flushes to a light pink: he was usually the one to cause the flustering but you would be lying if you said you didn’t love to get the same reactions out of him.
“Just admiring the view…” he mutters, trailing off into a silence as he continues to battle with himself.
“I hope our kids have your hair.” you say nonchalantly, running your fingers through the dark, fluffy locks. He raises an eyebrow with a smile, you only made it harder and harder for him to stick to the plan.
“Only if they have your smarts.” he responds with a happy sigh.
“Do you think that Ariel would be a good babysitter?” you both giggle and he pulls you closer so you can cuddle into his chest.
“I bet she’d be wonderful.” he assures you, enjoying the feeling of your warm breath and the small vibrations as you continue to giggle. You both quieten down shortly after but he breaks the silence again.
“Would you really want to have kids together?” he asks. He just has to make sure. He may think the world of you but himself less so.
“I mean, I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone. If it's gonna be anyone, I can’t imagine it being someone who isn’t you.” you confess nervously, worried that maybe he doesn’t feel the same. You wallow in the nerves until he dips his head down to press a kiss to your lips and his fingers card through your hair, holding your head gently so he could pour out his feelings in a way that he didn’t think words could. You relax into his ever-comforting touch, smiling at the reassurance his mere touch provided you.
Oh he was most definitely marrying you.
The pair of you had hung out with the whole team like this pretty rarely given the busy schedules and hundreds of miles separating you all. So when you finally did get that month together, you best bet that you would all be spending as much time together as possible.
With that in mind, you really weren’t sure of the boundaries Yassine had with them all. You would normally spend movie nights cuddled into his lap, dozing off with your head tucked under his chin and his hand drawing shapes onto your back or running through your hair but you didn’t want to risk making him, or anyone else uncomfortable. You opted to sit next to him, leaving enough space and practically reducing contact to nothing as you all gathered round to watch the film Hakim had chosen: Rush Hour. just like the last 15 or so times.
To put it lightly, Yassine was confused by the distance but decided to cope with it. For a short while at least. As the movie progressed, he grew more and more antsy without you being there. Sure, you were right next time but you weren’t there like he needed. So, like any adorably affectionate and clingy partner, he did something about it: he reaches over and hauls you onto his lap, immediately wrapping his strong arms around you and pressing kisses to the top of your head, making up for the half hour he had to endure without you. The dopey smile that brightens his face does not go unnoticed by everyone as they turn around to see where the commotion was coming from. Sure, based on the conversations he had with everyone, it was pretty clear that he was sweet on you but this? No, Yassine was on a completely different level. Hakim is perhaps the only one to not turn around, partly because he loved the film but more so because he had been on the receiving end of the ramblings that were 80% you and 20% begging him to come back home.
“How could you torture me like this?” he whispers with an adorable pout.
“What do you mean? I was right next to you!” you whisper with a giggle.
“It’s not the same!” he justifies, huffing as you shush him.
“Pay attention to the movie!” He isn't overjoyed by your nonchalance but does his best to let you continue watching the movie. He’s still making up for the lost half hour to appreciate your form which isn’t very helpful for your focus but you allow it because you’re enjoying it. You soon grow tired of the movie in front of you and opt to bask in his love. You press a chaste kiss on his cheek and begin to play with his hands, admiring how pretty they are. You don’t miss the way his eyes brighten as you reciprocate the affection.
Given the closeness, he immediately picks up on the light rumble of your stomach.
“I’m just gonna grab some hot chocolate!” you whisper to him, moving to get up and he furrows his eyebrows as you turn to walk to the kitchen.
“Shall I come with you?” you shake your head with a smile as you look back.
‘It’ll only be a couple minutes!” you attempt to reassure him with a kiss to his lips.
“I’ll come with you.” he reaffirms, promptly getting out of his seat to go to the kitchen with you.
The team immediately gets to chattering once you’re both out of earshot.
“Did you see that?”
“Damn he’s properly whipped!”
“That’s a lot, even for him!”
“Guys shut up! We’ve almost reached the scene!” Hakim attempts to quieten the group, only to receive a loud, collective groan in response.
“Hakim, we love you and we’re glad that you’re back but we’ve watched that entire movie like seven times already! It’s not every day you see Yassine somehow be more affectionate than usual!”
“If you’ve been on the receiving end of his facetime calls, it’s hardly surprising.” he mutters with a shake of his head.
Indeed, this was extraordinary. Even for Yassine. As the team all turn their heads to peer back at the kitchen, they see him hoist you up onto the kitchen counter, not forgetting to press a kiss to your forehead, then nose and finally a much longer one to your lips before getting the milk warmed. They don’t miss the look in your eyes either. You couldn’t be more content with the situation you were in. you were both in your blissful, happy little bubble; enjoying each other’s company without a care in the world.
First thing you hear the final whistle blow and the next, you’re met with the sight of the love of your life sprinting towards you at full speed before you’re enveloped in the tightest hug you had ever felt. You don’t have much time to react as quickly so there’s a slight delay before you wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taking in the moment with him in your arms. There was never a doubt in your mind that your Yassine could achieve something as monumental as this but you were so glad that he could finally prove it to himself. You feel the shoulder of your no.1 Morocco jersey soak through before you feel him sobbing into your shoulder and you can’t help but release a few tears too. The moment barely felt real.
Normally, Yassine would keep anything related to you under lock and key but today was different. He was aware of the dozens of cameras but didn’t have it in him to care as he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. The pride in your eyes makes his heart swell with pure, unadulterated joy and he pours his feelings out to you in a heated kiss that quickly takes your breath away. You smile into it as you feel his relief and gratitude. For all the nights he spent crying quietly into your chest, unable to sleep, set back by yet another knock from another careless player, you were right there with him. Those horrid nights in which he felt as if he was worth nothing, you stood by his side and gave him the same love you always did, without condition. He felt like he owed every ounce of success to you. Sometimes he felt like the biggest inconvenience but not once did you allow him to continue to think that way, showering him in love that would melt the coldest of hearts.
Your cheeks are aching from how wide you’re smiling and burning from the intensity of the kiss when he reluctantly releases your lips. You raise your hand to gently wipe away his tears and he does the same and you see that look flash across his eyes again. You’ve seen it many times, in fact but you still haven’t figured out what it is exactly. He says it's just his undying love but you feel it in your bones that it's something else.
Before you can ask, he’s dragging you to the pitch so you have more space to celebrate together. You’re struggling to breathe from laughter as he attempts to ballroom dance with you, the laughs that come over his own body making it difficult for him to dip you without almost falling over.
You’re both in that happy little bubble again so you have absolutely no awareness of the team watching over you, once again witnesses to just how perfect you are together. From the scenes in front of them, you would almost have them believing that you were already married but alas, soon.
You sigh out in relief as the closing ceremony comes to an end, signifying the end of the rollercoaster tournament. The night has been long and morale amongst the team has been pretty low for the past couple of days. But there is some relief in knowing that the better team actually won this time. There was some vindication at least. The feeling of his fingertips grazing over your hair and down your arm is a comforting one that has you closing your eyes to savour it, sending rushes of warmth over your body.
“Are you still okay for dinner after this?” he whispers and you lift your head to look at his eyes: concern but once again laced with that look. You’ve been itching to spend some time alone with him so you nod your head enthusiastically, willing away the tiredness as best as you can. He kisses your forehead and squeezes your hand before getting up and gently pulling you towards him. Naturally, he throws an arm over your shoulder as you walk out together, waving a goodbye to the team. The second you turn your head back around he gestures towards the team with his hand. Today’s the day he finally, finally executes his plan.
“Wait, which dress should I go for?” you ask as he adjusts his tie. He truly was a sight to behold in the tuxedo. His voice pulls you from the trance.
“Ya amar, you’re perfect regardless.” he answers truthfully but he sees that you’re not satisfied with the answer as you tear your eyes away from him and look between the two dresses.
“We’d match if you wore that one.” he smiles, gesturing to the dress in your right hand and his heart beats a little quicker at the smile that breaks out onto your face. You hurry to put it on and he takes a seat at the foot of the hotel bed, admiring you as you went about your routine and fiddling with the little box in his pocket. He doesn’t have time to let the doubts swallow him up further as you’re ready and pulling at his arm so you can both leave. You couldn’t wait to see the place he had chosen. Your Yassine was a brilliant over-planner so you knew that today’s date, like every other date, would go without a hitch.
He eyes your reaction nervously, biting at his lip as he lets you take in the surroundings. The garden is somehow even more ethereal than the photos and the little gazebos are perfectly decorated with vines and fairy lights, dimly lit as the other guests enjoyed their meals. Of course, the gazebo in the centre is the most beautiful: it's raised, more intricate, and spacious. It's obviously the one he jumped through many hoops to have booked for tonight. Oh god, he was done for if you noticed the people at the other tables. They were pretty far away from the central one reserved for the pair of you but he felt as if his plan was on the brink of collapse if you recognised only one face. Once again, he can’t let his anxiety fester for long as the smile on your face erases any other thought from his mind.
“Yassine, my love… you never cease to impress me!” you mutter as you admire the venue. He was always the type to go all-out but the thought he put into everything still blew you away.
“Only the best for you!” he laughs nervously and you squeeze his hand in an attempt to calm him down a little. He’s been a little antsy since you left the stadium and you’re completely lost on what could be causing it.
He seems a little more relaxed when you’re both sitting down at the table. That's largely because you’re now faced away from the other tables and there’s a much lower chance that you’re going to catch the rest of the team sitting and waiting for the final flourish of the night.
Every time your gaze shifts from him to admire the surroundings, his hand reaches into his pocket wondering whether that’s the moment. But he’s a man who trusts his instincts and they still haven’t kicked in. He worries as the night progresses that he isn’t going to be able to do it until you come up with an idea.
“Are we allowed onto the grass?” you ask tentatively, not wanting to get in trouble your eyes widen and a smile appears on your face when he nods.
“Let's dance!” you say excitedly, getting up and he quickly follows, taking a gentle hold of your wrist as he pulls you onto the grass. He’s still doing his best to make sure that you’re facing away, of course.
He smiles at the feeling of your head on his chest and strokes your hair. One of your hands is encased in his and you’re softly swaying to the music. There couldn’t be a better way to end off such a wonderful time in Qatar. Although it pains him a little, he pulls you off him and you look up in confusion. It only heightens as he smirks. He can feel it now.
The next thing you know, you’re being spun away and just when you think he’s going to pull you back, he lets go of your hand and you squeal. You plant your foot to stop yourself and turn around. Your heart stops at the sight. He has that look on his face and you think you understand where it's coming from now. He’s on one knee, both of his hands are tightly gripping the little blue, velvet box. The tears form in a record time as you hear him speak.
“You’ve given me the happiest moments of my life but there’s nothing that would make me happier than being your husband. I promise that I’ll spend every waking second of my existence trying to make you the happiest woman on the planet. I love you, ya amar and I would love for you to marry me…” he says, not breaking eye contact once, holding himself back from running up to you and wiping the tears off your face.
“Oh Yassine you big idiot!” you exclaim and his blood runs cold. Of course you didn’t want to marry him. As happy as you made him, he was just a thorn in your side, just as he always expected. How stupi-
“You already make me the happiest woman in the universe! Of course I’ll marry you!” you say, running over to him, savouring the way his face lights up. He gets up and back onto his feet, hands shaking like crazy as he places the ring on your finger. You take a second to admire it: it's perfect, exactly the kind of ring you would have chosen for yourself for something like this. He knew you too well. It's only a second before you look at him, both of you now in tears as you pull him down for a kiss. You feel his tears drop onto your face and his arms wrap around your body to bring you impossibly closer. You think your heart is gonna burst with how happy you are. To finally tie the knot with the man who was willing to give you everything in the universe. You had felt it for so long that the relief you were feeling was indescribable. Your Yassine. Your kind, smart, handsome, funny Yassine was going to be your husband. And to think he had any doubts about it was crazy to you.
The relief and joy he felt was all-encompassing. Every neuron in his body was alive and firing with excitement at the idea of you being his wife. He loved you with everything he had and now you were finally going to get married. He’d spent months dreaming of his moment and years dreaming of it. He had known from very early on that it was you. It was always going to be you. His angel, his sunshine, his rock. His instincts had never let him down before and today was evidently no exception.
“I TOLD YOU, DUMBASS!” you laugh into the kiss as you hear the familiar voice and the cheers that follow. Of course everyone was here. You were shocked that you didn’t realise that before. No wonder poor Yassine was so nervous during the walk over.
“Sorry, I thought they’d behave themselves.” he mumbles into your lips, not ready to pull away.
“They’re not too bad.” you assure him, lips crashing into his in yet another bruising kiss.
The rest of the night is spent with the whole team on the grass, careful to not leave a mess behind as you all celebrate the night together. Your head rests on his shoulder, a hand encased in his as you soak in the atmosphere. Perfectly content and relaxed. Ready and excited for what the future held.
“You do prefer natural gem cuts, don’t you?” he whispers. It's clearly not quiet enough as Hakim and Nayef overhear the question and let out a frustrated groan.
“Not this again!"
a month late but it's a pretty long one so I hope u forgive me, lovelies xxxx
