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multifandomfanfic · 1 year

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can you write something for hector bellerin ? plss !!

like a angst with reader being insecure about her body ? thanks already.

Stretch Marks

Héctor Bellerín x reader

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A/N: Thanks for the request! It was nice to get one that wasn’t for Messi or Ronaldo! :))))

Your torso twisted and turned, trying to make itself as attractive as possible. You contorted every which way, but the mirror never reflected what you wanted. You slid the jacket on your shoulders again. It made no difference; it still fell just short of the slits in your dress. You ripped it off and flung it to who-knows-where.

You had tried on the same dress three times in the span of ten minutes; each time you threw it onto the floor to wrinkle, only to begrudgingly try it on again. No matter what you did to the dress, no matter what bit of fabric you readjusted or pins you used, your stretchmarks refused to be hidden.

At this point, it was like they had always been there. You had gone through a massive growth spurt as a teen. It was no big deal at the time; in fact, you had been ecstatic that you were becoming like the women who graced the covers of magazines and ads you saw at the store. Now you weren’t as thrilled.

The growth spurt left permanent pink and white marks on your stomach and thighs. Permanent proof that it had happened.

When Hector had bought you the dress, you thought nothing of it, not seeing the low slits on each side. It was an issue now. He would be heartbroken if you did not wear it, but he would understand. He would have to understand.

The alarm clock on your bedside table suddenly caught your attention. 7:23pm.

“Shit,” you mumbled. Hector and you had to leave at 7:30 on the dot. The restaurant had been hesitant to reserve you a table with hardly a week’s notice; it was only Hector’s fame that made them change their mind.

You tugged the fabric of your dress down one more time. The cut-outs were both just low enough to reveal the discoloration on your skin. It was so obvious, so... embarrassing. The marks were glaringly different from everything else. It was as if there was a sign next to them saying “Look at me!” You groaned. You couldn’t let anyone see them. This dress would not do.

Within seconds you had pulled the dress over your head for the fourth time and thrown it on the bed. It was gorgeous even crumpled on your unmade bed. But, paparazzi would be hounding you from the moment you stepped out of the car. They would be pointing their cameras in your face. Each flash and click would mean one more picture of the imperfections on your sides.

If there was any way you could prevent them from seeing your stretch marks, you would do it.

You checked the clock. 7:26pm. You cast the doors to your closet wide open, ignoring them as they hit the wall with a thud. Rows and rows of beautiful clothes greeted you, but none of them were what you wanted.

A knock came from the door of your shared bedroom. You had kicked Hector out, wanting to surprise him when you donned the dress for the first time. His disappointment was a small price to pay.

“Mi amor,” his voice sounded through the room, “May I come in?”

“One moment, please!”

You could sense him checking his watch and sighing. There was not a moment to spare, but you had to find another perfect dress. Even if it was impossible. Other futball players’ girlfriends’ didn’t show their stretchmarks (if they even had any)--why should you?

“We don’t have much time! I already know you look gorgeous in that dress.”

You groaned in frustration, a silk blouse scrunched in your hand. None of the clothes in your closet would do. None of them were good enough, none of them were nice enough, none of them were what Hector picked out. If only the other dress didn’t have those stupid slits.

“One more m-,” you began as you walked back into the bedroom, but were quickly interrupted from beyond the door. “Honey, considering what we put him through to get these reservations, the manager might have a heart attack if we’re not there on time! Besides, I want to show off my beautiful girlfriend.”

It rolled off of Hector’s tongue like a compliment, but it carried the pain of an insult. You weren’t beautiful. The most perfect dress in the world didn’t even look good on you.

“Well, what if I don’t want to go anymore?”

You huffed and fell back onto your shared bed. That was it. You rubbed your eyes, the tears already starting to form. Hector would understand. He had never said anything about your stretch marks before, but he had to find them as hideous as you did. The door squeaked as it opened. Hector’s steps creaked on the floor of your bedroom until he was right next to you, standing on the rug. You turned and buried your face into a pillow. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

The soft fabric absorbed your tears, “I don’t want to go out anymore.”

Hector’s laid his palm on your upper back, “I know that’s not true… but, you don’t have to tell me the truth if you don’t want to.”

A sob erupted from deep within your chest. Months of doubt came flooding out in the form of tears. You weren’t good enough for Hector Bellerin. You never would be. He was a world-class athlete, someone millions of men want to be and millions of women want to be with. You were a girl with an ugly body without your own claim to fame.

But none of those feelings properly came out into words.

Instead, Hector made his way to the bathroom and returned with a new tissue box. He placed one into your hand.

“Thank you,” you sniffled. You sat up straight and wiped your eyes.

“Of course.”

The room was quiet. The clock on your bedside table flashed 7:39, but neither of you made any move to leave. Hector wrapped his arm around your shoulders; your head instinctively rested on his.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

You opened your mouth to speak. How were you to word this?

“Do you… do you like being seen with me?” you finally spat out. You kept your head down and fiddled with the tissue in your hand.

Hector turned to face you, “Is that why you don’t want to go to dinner? Y/N, I love you from the bottom of my heart. Why wouldn’t I like being seen with you?” “But my stretch marks, Hector! This dress shows them!” you exclaimed, lifting your head off of his shoulder and meeting his gaze, “And don’t forget the extra weight I can’t get rid of and–!”

Hector grabbed your hand, “Y/N, stop it.”

“Excuse me?”

“Stop it, please,” Hector repeated, “That all means nothing to me.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, “Yeah, right.”

“They don’t, Y/N. If I was embarrassed to go out with you, I wouldn’t have begged that poor manager to get us a reservation!” he said, “I love you for many reasons, Y/N, and the fact that you are absolutely gorgeous is only a part of it.”

You looked down at the slits. The marks were still there, but they did not look as bad as they had before. They were just marks on your skin–everyone has them.

“You really don’t mind them?” you said.

“I don’t,” he replied, an all-to-familiar smirk growing on his face, “In fact, they mark exactly where I hold on to you when w–”

“Stop!” you exclaimed, giggling as he pulled you closer and peppered kisses down your jaw and neck, “We have to go!”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to.” “I’ve changed my mind,” you replied, sliding off the bed onto your feet and running your fingers through your hair, “but I would be happy to continue this afterward.”

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varanest · 1 year

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i'm getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed (héctor bellerín)

a/n: i´ve never been a fan of jealous/possessive behaviour but this idea popped into my head so here´s this. warning: nsfw.

Héctor isn't possessive.

To be possessive, one must have some sort of attachment to another person.

There is no such 'attachment' to Florence. Sure, he knows the precise way to move his tongue inside of her to make her moan, the shape of her hip under his palm when he fucks her so hard they both see stars, and the exact pitch of her voice when she comes, but he's not attached to her. At all.

This is the lie he tells himself.

But Héctor Bellerin, an only child, used to undivided attention, hasn't shared anything in his life.

And he sure as fuck isn't going to start today.

Florence is the only reason he's here, training far later than he has ever willingly stayed at the Ciutat Esportiva.

Tonight, it´s Friday—their night.

The same night he's occupied on her schedule for the last few months, and he'll be damned if it's cancelled on behalf of some random dickhead. He doesn't bother to learn his name, but she just had to stop back by her office for 'a few minutes' that's now lasted nearly an hour because McFuckface decided to show up.

Florence was dressed for him, not the grimy wanker currently leaning over her shoulder, hovering close enough to make Héctor's hand ball into a fist. He asked her to wear something he hadn't seen before, and she didn´t disappoint. The dress makes her ass look fantastic, and the thin straps give him visions of sliding them down the slope of her shoulders with his teeth.

His attention isn't the only one she's managed to grab. And that won't do.

Before he gets ahead of himself and does something rash—like hex the leering bastard so hard he forgets what year it is—Héctor schools his features into the very definition of calm and approaches them.

“Pardon the interruption.”

They both look up. Florence's wearing that squint that's only for him.

She's annoyed.

Good.

So is he.

“Will this take much longer?” He's trying to be polite but even Héctor hears the edge in his voice. “We have a prior engagement.”

“And we have business to tend to before the boss´ audit next week.”

“Is that what you call looking down Florence's blouse and asking stupid questions even an intern could answer for an hour?”

“Héctor!” Florence may glare at him but she tugs at the neckline of her shirt regardless. Good.

“I wasn't—”

“Save it.” Pulling at the cuff of his shirt to keep himself from walking over and knocking his teeth off, he looks right at Florence. “Ready?”

If McFucker's face were any redder, he might mistake the idiot for a tomato. “We're not—”

Héctor clenches his jaw when Florence puts a hand on the twat´s arm.

“It's fine. We'll finish up the report before Monday. I'll email you my findings over the weekend."

The smile on McWanker´s face spreads like slime, slow and slick, as his eyes skim down to her chest, dipping well past the threshold for indecency.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Flo.”

His voice drops lower when he says her name. It sounds far more intimate than it should.

Héctor sees red.

The door to her office hasn't even shut when he grabs her wrist and hauls her into the storage closet. Héctor sure as fuck isn't going to go near any place that cocksucker touched.

“Bellerin!"

Pushing her against the nearest wall, he hauls her skirt up over her hips and presses himself against the length of her back. Florence turns her head, laying her cheek against the wall, and her hair falls over one shoulder.

He can't help but nip at her ear and tug at the lobe until she gasps.

“Do you want anyone else to touch you, Florence?”

Each breath she takes sounds like want, like lust, like need. It's music to his ears but not the song he wants her to sing.

Right now, he wants to hear her scream.

“Answer me.”

“N-no.” She squirms against the wall, rubbing her ass against the placket of his trousers.

He presses harder. Another nip. This time it's her neck his teeth latch onto, and it earns Héctor a louder groan. Better but not quite what he needs to hear from her. Still, he's grinding against her, wanting more but not yet, soothing the sting of his bite with his tongue.

Only to do it again.

Harder.

“Do you want to touch anyone else?”

The next noise he forces from Florence is just what he likes to hear, accompanied by her knees knocking together before he nudges them apart.

More of a nuisance than a decoration, he decides her dress must go. Now.

Héctor can hear her future complaint so he doesn't tear it off, no matter how badly he wants to. He wants to make her squirm, so he relishes each of her little huffs of breath as his fingers slide under the fabric.

“I asked you a question, Florence.”

He pulls the dress off completely before tossing it to the side. She's bare beneath, save for the lacy matching set and thigh-high stockings, and he feels his fists ball at the knowledge that McAsshole had a view of something that is for his eyes only.

“Do you want to touch anyone else?”

“No.”

“Louder.”

“No!”

“Say. It.”

“I don't want to—"

She gasps when he brings the flat of his palm down on her ass—hard.

Hard enough for her to jolt.

Héctor does it again.

Florence presses her forehead against the wall; her low moan sounds like some confluence of pain and pleasure. It blurs his vision, shreds his self-control, and when she arches back against him, he can't be fucked to wait a second longer.

Héctor has never been able to muster more than an ounce of patience in his entire life; he vanishes both his clothes and her matching set, then widens his stance and rocks his hips forward. His cock slides against her ass, and his teeth return to her earlobe.

“Say it like you mean it.”

Her breathy little whimper makes his cock twitch. “I – I don't want anyone else to touch me."

Fisting a hand in her curls, he pulls her head back against his shoulder. “And?”

“I don't want to touch anyone else.” It comes out in a single breath. “Please, please, I just—”

“I know.” He licks a line up the length of her neck. “You've been so good. Let me give you exactly what you need.”

And he does.

No matter how many times they've done this, Héctor can never get enough. Florence's cunt is hot and tight. It squeezes him like it's carved to fit the exact shape of his cock.

Her palms are flat against the wall and his hands wind around her front to squeeze the supple curves of her breasts.

“Tell me how it feels when I fuck you like this.” He uses his grip as leverage, thrusting deep into her from behind. “Tell me how it feels to have your cunt stuffed so full of my cock you're gagging for air.”

Her answer sounds less like a word than some primal noise. It's obscene and all he can do is fuck her harder, faster—until her moan dies out and all he hears is her ragged breathing. Everything blurs into the sinful rhythm of their frantic fucking as it echoes in the small closet.

Héctor's not ready to come, but fuck if his body agrees.

“Who's going to make you scream, Florence?”

She whines.

He tries to slow down, tries to hold her hips and still her, but Florence is relentless, rocking back against his cock, demanding his release with every movement.

“Tell me who is going to make you come?”

Whatever control he has left is obliterated when she moans his fucking name.

Florence presses back and angles her hips, drawing him deeper, sinking to the hilt before moving in sharp circles. She's killing him and she fucking knows it, given the way she glances over her shoulder before pressing her cheek against the wall.

“Tell me you're mine.”

Curling his hands around her hips hard enough to bruise, he thrusts once, twice, and sinks his teeth into her neck the third time as he feels her cunt flutter around his cock.

“I - I´m yours.”

He can't stop himself from coming.

꒰ 🍒 ꒱

Héctor doesn't like waking up alone when he knows damn well he didn't go to sleep like that.

His irritation spikes again when he spots Florence on his couch with a stack of papers and a pencil between her lips. She's dressed, and the only reason he doesn't complain further is because she's in one of his old Arsenal jerseys.

No matter how enticing the sight of her in his clothes is, it isn't enough for Héctor to change his mind as he (not) accidentally spills the contents of her tea all over the papers she had on the coffee table.

Florence is on her feet within a second; her hair is wild and her eyes are murderous. “What the fuck was that, Bellerin?"

He smiles.

“The only thing on your agenda today is me. Let McDumbass figure out his own part of the group project. Something tells me you've done more than your fair share already."

“You're a menace. I needed—”

“Don't worry your pretty little head, Florence. I made duplicates last night while you were searching for the panties I had saved in my pocket.”

“That's what happened to them?" Florence's fists curl at her side. "Really, Bellerin?”

“As far as I'm concerned, you won't need them for the rest of the weekend. ”

“Oh?”

“I know you only penciled me in for Friday, but I've taken the liberty of blocking off your time until Monday morning.”

“Is that so? Florence bites her lip and looks up at him. “And how do you know I don't have a date or something?”

Héctor reminds himself that he isn't possessive, but the lie twists tight in his chest. “Because you're mine.”

When she smiles into his kiss, he doesn't need confirmation to know it's true.

a/n: as always, feedback and comments are greatly appreciated. you can read the rest of my works here. i´ve also been struggling a lot lately, so a friend of mine gave me the idea to set up a ko-fi. if you want to, you can send me a ko-fi here. 🫶🏻💘

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footballffbarbiex · 1 year

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Winter: Reunions.

player: Héctor Bellerín words: 787 request: Héctor Bellerín - She - 500 / 900 - Hear me out: Héctor has moved back to Spain and it is his first proper Christmas away from London. She's an old friend whom he hasn't seen since they were kids, and you know, the chemistry is off the roof because she's grown up now. I wouldn't want her too be super attractive, but have confidence and be smart, and maybe she's the one that offers him a jacket when they are outside, etc... I'm just desperate for some Héctor haha, I'll read anything to be honest.

Héctor always thought that by the time he came “home”, he’d feel as though something had clicked back in place within him and he’d feel content. Living in London hadn’t been awful or given him a feeling of emptiness, but when he compared it to the feeling he got when he stepped from a plane once landed in Spain, he did feel as though maybe he was missing something. But moving here hadn’t done what he’d hoped. Friends and family had smothered him with love, ensured he never felt lonely and though he couldn’t put his finger on it, something didn’t feel right.

“Are you ok?” Her voice sounds behind him but before he can really twist his body to turn to look at who spoke, she’s already climbing over the log and sitting herself down next to him. He scans her face, taking in the unfamiliar-yet-so-familiar face until her lips twist and curve into a crooked smile and she chuckles. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

“I want to.” He admits, trying to think as quickly as he can as to where we know each other. Her happy expression drops and he can almost hear her stomach churn from embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it li-”

“It’s fine. I just…I thought that night meant more to you than this but…” she trails off and gives him a pained smile.

Surprise grips Héctor by the throat and he wants the floor to open up and swallow him. He begins to stutter, words of an apology mixed with humiliation and words to redeem himself tumble out and only when his cheeks darken and his breathing sounds as though he’s about to hyperventilate does she laugh.

“I’m joking. Really I’m joking, breathe.” her hand touches his arm tenderly as he lets out a steady stream of air. “Your face though.”

“But have we met?” He questions, hating that his memory is betraying him.

She’s about to answer when he very noticeably shivers, goosebumps erupting over any exposed skin with a final surge which makes him do a little dance on the spot. “Here,” she wastes no time in pulling her hoodie from her body, ignoring the protests of Héctor as she does so.

“I can’t take this from you,” he continues to argue but she shakes her head, not wanting to hear a word of it.

“You’re not taking it from me, I've given it to you for a while. There’s a difference. I would rather that I caught a cold than you. My job is more forgiving if I’m sick. I can still sit behind a desk if I can’t breathe .”

There’s something in the expression that contorts her face that makes him pause, images flooding his mind but it’s of a much younger version of the woman sitting next to him now. Her first name, along with the class that they’d sit beside one another in, is finally spoken.

Her smile lights up her face as she nods. “So you do remember.”

“Not as I probably should but,” he nods, “yeah.”

Héctor feeds his limbs into the arms of the hoodie and pulls it over his head to where her warmth is still embedded into the fabric. Her perfume lingers in the threads, a scent that suits her.

“Do you often go around, handing out your clothing to cold men?”

“It’s my main pick up line actually.” he replies and Héctor laughs. The sight and sound of it makes her smile.

“How is that going for you?”

“Well, you’re wearing it, aren’t you?” She had him there, he couldn’t deny that. When the two of them lapse into silence for a minute or two, she tries again. “So I’ll ask you again, are you ok?”

“What makes you think I’m not?”

“You seem quiet. And you look lost.”

“Lost?” Héctor repeats, now thinking that this seems like a more than perfect way to describe his feelings. “I think I'm just trying to adjust to being here again, create a new routine all over again. I don’t like things feeling like they’re up in the air.”

“That’s understandable,” she nods and adjusts herself in her spot. “You’ll find your way Bellerín, you always did back then and I get the feeling you always will.”

“A reunion and free advice? You’re spoiling me tonight.”

“And a hoodie as a bonus.” She elbows him gently, making him chuckle. It wasn’t just the female company, he was sure of that, but maybe the outsider's view and the belief from an old friend is what makes his stomach settle a little, causes his shoulders to relax and, at least for the night, makes him optimistic for what’s to come.

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taasgirl · 2 months

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say something pt 2.

summary: although playing for the same club, pedri and y/n cannot stand the thought of being around each other. enemies to lovers for all my slow burn girlies out there - i got u

a/n: not proofread and all in english + more installments coming soon!!

read part one here!

We were sat just above the bench, watching over one of the men's games. We had to do this regularly, to show our club spirit or something. The men, however, barely ever came to our games. I swear they only came for our Champions League Final and were out of the stadium when the ninety minutes were up.

“You’d think that such an expensive team would be good.” Ingrid was not impressed with the team playing. Her face had disgust written all over it and was really not afraid to show it.

“Don’t be mean. Not everyone can be as good as us.” Salma bolstered a smile, rubbing my leg aggressively. Rolling my eyes, I kept my focus on the game in front of me. It was a tight game. Real Betis were really putting up a fight, and I couldn't help but ogle at Hector Bellerin. He was genuinely so beautiful.

"Enjoying the game Y/N?" Salma asked, making the girls around us laugh. "Yeah funny Sal."

By the time the game had ended it was a 2-1 win for Betis, a real shock to almost everyone. The boys were fuming.

We walked down to the field, players from both of teams were still there. Making my way through with the girls, I heard my name called out. "Y/N! Wait up!" I turned around, running over with a cheesy smile was Hector. Hector Bellerin.

We followed each other on Instagram, and occasionally left friendly comments, but we had never spoken before. "How you doing?" I could hear his awkward English accent. "I'm doing pretty well. Congrats on the win you guys deserved it." He smiled.

"Ah, thank you. None of us were really expecting it." We spoke for another few minutes until he was called over by his coach.

"I'll see you around, I hope that next time you watch me play, you're in a Betis jersey." Smirking, he ran back to his team while I followed the girls into the tunnel.

When I caught up with Salma she couldn't look at me. "Already cheating on class boy with a footballer." She sarcastically sighed. "I always knew you were destined to be a wag." I lightly shoved her until I felt a push on my back.

"Get the fuck out of the way." Pedri spat at me. "Talking to the fucking opposition. If you want to fuck him so badly do it after the game." He pushed the changeroom door open, following closely behind him was Gavi and Ferran who looked at me sympathetically.

"Come on don't listen to him. Let's get home." Salma's hand found my shoulder pulling me close into her. "I'm happy to sleep over at Mapi's if you want to bring a certain someone over." God I hope she never changes.

"Girl there's no way I'm inviting him over. Let him celebrate the win." I smiled at her and she looked confused. "I wasn't talking about Hector." She stuck her tongue at as we walked to the parking lot.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Pedri had said to me that night. It almost shocked me how I didn't slap him. And although I wanted to hate him for it, a part of me hoped he didn't mean it. A part of me wanted it to just be a spur-of-the-moment comment which he would regret.

"Y/N are you okay?" Alex lightly tapped me. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm just um tired." I focused back at my teacher. School was kicking my ass, I received my assessment schedule and these last few weeks were my last moments of peace before I locked in.

Once class was over I hurried myself as usual to the door. I had to get to training asap and I couldn't afford to be late. Again.

"Need a ride?" Alex caught up to me. There was no way I would decline, I was gonna be late. "Yes please, I need to get to work." We hoped in his car and he drove me to the grounds.

"I really enjoyed hanging out with you the other day. If it's alright with you, I'd like to come to one of your games?" I laughed but quickly refrained myself. "Oh um yeah. I can try and hook you up with some tickets if you wanna bring people."

We drove through the back streets of Barcelona until we got to where I needed to be. "Do you need me to pick you up? I'm happy to hang around for a while." He pulled up kerbside. "Yeah you'd be waiting for a very long time. It's all good, Salma drives me home." He'd met Salma a few times after we'd hookup as he tried to escape my room.

"But seriously, thank you so much. You don't understand how much easier you just made my life." I leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before I left the car.

"The fuck is that?" I recognised the voice immediately, B-lining for the buildings' entrance. "Oh ok yeah very mature, just ignore me." I waved to reception as I walked down to the changerooms.

"Was that your boyfriend? Or just another guy you hook up with." I snapped at him "He's a classmate." I continued walking down the hall. "So, tell me, did you sleep with Hector." That was it.

I turned to face him and slapped him across the face. Hard. A red mark coloured his cheeks. Realising what I had down, I regretted it immediately. "Oh my god Pedri I'm so sorry." I placed my hand on his cheek. "Holy fuck I don't know what came over me." Firstly, he looked at me disappointed, then he smirked. "So I'll take it that you didn't sleep with him." I walked right past him.

"Is something up with you Y/N?" Lucy said in my ear while marking me during training. I looked at her puzzled. "You're a lot more, I don't know. You're very tense." I scoffed. No wonder I was tense, I was literally studying for my degree while playing professional football.

"Well a few of us are going to go out tonight if you wanted to join? Girls only type of thing." Actually, I liked that idea. I needed time to just chill. Preferably away from home.

"Yeah actually I'd like that. You'll send me the address?" She agreed and soon enough we were back to tackling each other.

Once training had finished, Ona and I walked to the gym. She was still recovering from an ankle injury and wanted someone to give her motivation during the workout. As we entered the gym, sets of eyes laid straight onto us.

The men's team.

I looked at her, displeased to be trapped in a room filled with sweaty men, however, she didn't seem to care too much. "I think I'm gonna get deodorant poisoning if I'm in here any longer." She dragged me over to a machine.

I took a walk around the gym, trying to find the spot with the best reception. "Fancy seeing you around." Pedri called out to me.

I didn't look at him. No bother in giving him the time of day. "Okay then." He turned back to his group, they were making fun of his failed attempt at grabbing my attention.

"Y/N can you come over here for a sec?" Gavi called out to me. I was less than willing to walk over to a slightly intimidating group of boys, but I didn't want to give Pablo the same response that I gave Pedri.

Walking over, I could feel the eyes of the boys on me. "How you been baby?" I smiled at him. He's always been affectionate towards me, but this was artificial in a way. He was trying to make someone jealous. "You going out tonight?" I nodded. "Clubbing downtown." He looked impressed. "Going with Salma? I can try and ask around for that girl to be there."

"I'm so happy that you're finally going out with me. It's been what, four months?" Salma put on one of her sexiest outfits. I told her that the girl from before would be there, to that she immediately went looking for the hottest thing she owned.

"Yeah well you're obviously not planning on hanging out with me." Since she had gone out the other night, she couldn't stop talking about this girl she met.

We got picked up in a cab and made our way downtown. Upon entering the club we realised it wasn't exactly how we had pictured it. It wasn't so much a 'casual' club as it was a 'celebrity' club.

I recognised majority of the people as other footballers and internally rolled my eyes at the idea of spending time with some stuck up male footballer. Like Pedri for example.

When we found Lucy and a few of the other girls, we took a seat at the bar and ordered a round of shots. It had been a while since I had drunk alcohol, but I promised myself that I wouldn't drink too much. And I was usually good at keeping to my word, so I limited myself to three drinks.

"Y/N, Salma's been telling me about this guy you've been seeing." Ona said, taking a shot in full. "I hope he's hot at least." I looked at Salma unimpressed, she loved telling people about my life, to the point where even the physios knew who Alex was. "He's just a classmate, I mean like we've hooked up a few times but I'm not really into him."

The girls and I chatted for at least twenty minuets before suggesting we move to the dance floor. The DJ was playing mostly Bad Bunny with a few western songs, and soon enough the alcohol hit me, and I was in my groove. I was dancing with so many different people, and I could've sworn I had accidentally grinded up on Jude Bellingham before Ingrid came over to me, telling that someone was looking for me.

I followed in the direction of where she had pointed and found myself on the outside of the floor, but next to a tall man. "Hola Y/N." Hector bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Hola."

"I really think we should hang out some day." I blushed at his words. "I'd like that. Maybe you could come to one of my games? Hang up your pride and wear the jersey of your old club." I nudged him playfully as he sarcastically shook his head. "Let's dance." He pulled me by the hand into the centre of the floor.

He held my hips as we swayed together, feeling the music and each other. "I though you'd be a better dancer Y/N." I looked up at him confused. "I'm only joking Carino. You look beautiful." I dug my head into his chest as we danced.

Now did I want to hook up with him? No, not really. But you can't hate a girl for giving into some attention. "Hector." He looked at me, almost freezing. "Does Pedri hate me?" He laughed. A guttural laugh.

"I'm not sure. Why?" I sighed. "He's just been a real dickhead lately. Always up in my personal businesses and constantly trying to piss me off." Hector smiled at me. "Yeah I don't think he hates you." He continued, "If it makes you feel any better, I think he actually likes you. I mean at least when I was at Barca he wouldn't shut up about this new prodigy." Ok now I was intrigued. "Go on."

"Well I mean he would always hang around at training to watch you play. To me at least I found it a little creepy, but I think it all stemmed from a crush." Yeah what the fuck.

"There's no way. Like he actually despises me." Hector shrugged as we came to a full stop of dancing. "Well maybe something's changed, but trust me, he likes you. Or used to I don't know."

I literally did not know what to think. So Pedri has been a fan all along??? Interesting…

After leaving Hector for the bathroom I felt a presence behind me as I walked down the corridor. Turning around nonchalantly, I came face to face with Pedri. Of fucking course he’d be here.

"Having fun?" He was holding a glass of what looked like water. Of course he didn't drink. "Yeah it's chill." I went to turn around when he grabbed my shoulder. "Sorry if I've been a dick, I've just, I don't know. Sorry." He was smiling at me. Smiling.

"Oh, um yeah okay you're all good." Before I could make my way back to the bathroom, his hands clasped my face, pulling me in for a kiss.

My brain wanted to push him away, but my body wanted more of him. I kissed him back passionately before he pulled away, hands still on my cheek. "Holy shit, I'm so sorry." He looked at me for no more than a second before walking back out.

He just kissed me. I kissed him. Pedri. Fucking Pedri.

"Y/N you're on, get up." Jonatan called for me, I was cozy on the bench watching my team struggle against Wolfsburg in a tight Champions League group stage match.

I hopped out of my seat and walked over to him. "I need you to turn this around. It's looking sloppy out there." He pointed to the field, everyone was tired, and Wolfsburg would break the deadlock soon enough if no stepped up. "I need a goal. I need you to be the captain out there, ok?" I nodded.

It was going to be tough. A thousand things were running through my head. Pedri was one of them, and I knew he was in the crowd. Alex too. God why do I do this to myself.

As I walked over to the fourth official, I could hear the crowd begin to get louder. I knew I was popular amongst the Barca fans, but hearing how excited they were to see me come on, gave me a new type of confidence.

I ran onto the pitch after I was subbed on, and genuinely put my heart into it. I had a few shots, although none were good enough to get past the keeper.

I built up with Keira, and finally had a chance to bury the game. I struck the ball with my laces from a few meters outside the box. I watched it curl into the top right of the goal and the crowd erupted.

I ran to the corner post where I did a knee slide, and was followed closely behind my teammates. Everyone was cheering.

The whistle blew after an agonizingly long fifteen minutes and the stadium erupted once more. We had slid past into a comfortable 1-0 win and I was absolutely buzzing. Jonatan pulled me in for a hug, and soon enough I was being thrown in the air by my teammates.

We did a lap of the field, taking photos and thanking the fans for supporting us. I had given my jersey to a young fan, in exchange for a bag of Haribos which were delicious.

When we had reached the bench and tunnel, I made direct eye contact with Pedri. It wasn't short either. He was still in the stands, in a full Barca tracksuit, looking down at me. And then he smiled.

I smiled back at him before I almost got practically tackled. Alex lifted me off the ground, and spun my around. "You did so well." He placed me back on the ground and leaned in for a kiss, I pulled back. "Oh, thanks Alex." I looked back into the crowd to where Pedri was standing, but I couldn't see him anymore.

"Please let me take you out tonight. I have us booked in for a beautiful Italian restaurant." I physically cringed. I don't know why I have such conflicting feeling towards Alex.

"Sorry Alex, but I've got recovery and stuff. I'd love to go another day." Lieeeeee. He looked down to the ground. "Yeah uh you're all good. Well done today." He smiled cowardly and grazed my arm before walking away.

"Rejected lover boy once again?" Salma came up to me, linking her arm through mine. I hadn't yet told her about Pedri. At first I didn't even see why I should, but I really needed to tell somebody.

"I feel like I'm leading him on, but I seriously do not wanna be his girlfriend or whatever he thinks we are." We walked into the tunnel and I was pulled into an interview.

"Y/N, that was a spectacular performance. However, many fans are confused as to why you weren't in the starting line up. Can you give us some insight into that?"

"Yeah well I wasn't training to me best standards in all honesty." The journalist nodded, signalling for me to continue. "Here at Barca everyone's replaceable. If you're not performing, someone else takes your place. It's the nature of this club. It's one of the reasons why I love it so much."

"How'd it feel to get a goal? It was a real tight game there, and you seemed to loosen it all up.

"I never take scoring for granted. It's a feeling I chase. As much as I love dribbling or assisting, or even tackling, nothing brings me as much joy as scoring does."

The interview continued for another couple of minutes before I made my way to a presumably empty changeroom.

Walking in, it was exactly what I guessed. I had a shower and changed into comfy clothes. Salma was driving us home, so she was probably waiting for me somewhere. I opened the door to leave the changeroom when I was met with a group. The group being Gavi, Pedri, and Salma.

Immediately, I made eye contact with Pedri who looked away. "Come on sissy, let's get home." We began walking in twos, Salma and I, Pedri and Gavi.

"You two were on fire today. There's surely a Ballon D'or coming your way Y/N." Gavi patted my back from behind, to which I turned around and smiled. "Thanks Pablo." Salma directed most of the conversation, Pedri barely spoke. Something was up with him.

"Pepi and I were so pissed when we couldn't see you on the starting lineup." Gavi said, making Pedri blush. "He started freaking out, thought you were injured and everything." I smiled to myself. It was cute I couldn't even lie.

"That's not true." His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. He was embarrassed and it was adorable.

"Salma I need to tell you something." She jumped over the couch and sat next to me. "Spill." She then handed me a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries.

"Ok. So I may have kissed Pedri. No he kissed me. But I kissed him back." Her jaw dropped, and jumped straight up, dancing around me. "I called it! I fucking knew it!" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah well you can calm it down because I think he hates me again." She sat down immediately. "Well you know how Alex came down?" She nodded. "Well I guess Pedri must've seen because he's been giving me the cold shoulder. He didn't even speak to me while we were all walking."

"So do you want me to set you two up?" I smacked her. "Don't you fucking dare."

omg guys sorry this took so long. lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part and send me reqs!!

PART THREE HEREEEE

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footballerimaginess · 1 year

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Cry

30 Day Challenge My daily challenge with prompts, these fics will not be tagged only if they were requested by an account and they’ll be under 500 words. 21. Having a cry Hector Bellerin Word Count: 257 You were laying on the sofa, watching your favourite tv programme as you cuddled under a blanket with a huge bar of chocolate. “Amor” he shouted as he came through the house and immediately laying on the sofa with tissues around you. “What’s? you okay?” Hector asked as he crouched down, removing the tissues from you. “I am so emotional ”you muttered as you sat up on the sofa. “Oh what’s up?” he asked as he stood to sit down beside you. “I was watching this again and I just couldn’t stop crying.” you whispered as you left out a small sob as Hector pouted and kissed the side of your head. “Sorry” you mumbled against his chest as you left tear stains on his training top. “Hey, don’t say sorry. We need to have a good cry sometimes, are you feeling okay?” he asked you as you gently rubbed your tummy. “Cramps?” he asked as you nodded. “That probably explains my emotions. Sorry Hec” you replied as you got comfy on the sofa as he pinched your feet as you leaned them on his lap. “Don’t apologise love, I’ll get you a heat pad if you want?” Hector suggested as he stood up and headed to get a heat pad. “Thanks Hector, do you want to join me on the sofa?” you asked as you patted the space next to you. “Sure, I’m going to jump in the shower and then I am all yours baby” you nodded as you bit into another piece of chocolate.

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maiteo · 8 months

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also. they should’ve let KT go to betis😔💔

#imagine him in their lil green fits….with thee hector bellerin….oh I would’ve LOST IT :(#i don’t want him to go but like…he deserves to play and you know. play under a coach that utilizes players.#okay im done I prommy lol beijos!!🫶🏽

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charlottemount · 2 years

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please suggest other players so i can write some more fic ☺️☺️

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i-care-4u · 1 year

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shout out to the people that write about football players, i love you 😚💕

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allthemenofmydreams · 3 years

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One Among the Reds

I took the ball and walked to the corner. I usually don't pay attention to the crowd, because they usually do stupid things to distract me. Which I find funny and absurd because even if there is a monkey dancing it won't get my attention. But this time something or maybe someone caught my eye.

In a crowd full of reds, she was wearing blue.

She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. We made eye contact and made me forget what I was doing. Her blue eyes seemed almost white, even from a distance I could feel their intensity.

I winked at her expecting a smile, but all I got was a look of disdain from her. A little bewildered I placed the ball to take the corner. It didn't come out as I expected and the goalkeeper kept it. As time went on, I found it hard to keep my mind cool and concentrate on the game, as now and then she would come into my mind.

A few minutes later, I had the ball and ran down the sideline until I saw that one of my teammates was alone. So I gave him a cross pass. He did what he does the best. He scored.

He ran to the corner where she was to celebrate. While all the red fans were cheering, shouting, and hugging, she was doing nothing. She was quiet, I guess she wasn't happy. Her team was losing. I put my hand to my ear as a sign of "what were you saying" trying to provoke the opposing team's fans for talking bad about me. But at the same time, it was to make our fans yell louder. I winked at her again, this time she shook her head and let out a giggle, causing me to grin from ear to ear.

At the end of the game, I walked back to the corner on my way I took off my jersey. It was all trickery so that she could see what I was hiding under that jersey. But I still left a little to the imagination because I was still wearing my long-sleeved undershirt.

When I got to the corner, fans were jostling for my attention; but I was only interested in one person. I climbed into the stands and stretched out my arm to hand her my jersey.

"I don't take opponents' jerseys," she said sharply.

Her response only fed my ego and my desire to provoke her. I motioned for her to come closer. She hesitated a bit, but she finally did it. I locked my eyes on hers and before returning to the locker room, I said:

"Don't worry, I'll change your mind."

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Daisies (a short “Anyone You Want it to be With” story) Part V

a/n: Well hello there, remember this story? I know I neglected it, but I just didn’t feel inspired to write the ending, and honestly, it’s one of my favourites, so I didn’t know how to feel about letting it go. But, this is the last part, and I would love if you could tell me who did you imagine it with... read, enjoy, like, reblog if you fancy - and tell me what you think, anon or off anon. Love you all xx

P.S make sure to check my masterlist for other 4 chapters

part I | part II | part III | part IV

“Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one “ - Pablo Neruda

There is always that specific scene in every romantic movie, when the two protagonists are more than aware of their feelings, tied with the invisible tie that holds them together; tied with their need for one another. The scene builds up, slowly and is filled with anticipation before it turns into an explosion of emotions, disarrayed feelings, passion and yearning – words of desire cast into the air.

It is quiet in the unfamiliar house; dark and cold too, and the only sound that occasionally greets the silence is a sudden gust of wind as it rattles the heavy, wooden blinds that hang on the windows.

He knows it’s late, yet he finds himself unable to close his eyes and sleep because the moment he lets his eyelids drop, he sees the two of them again, on her porch – the scene that played out only a handful of hours ago turning into a part of his dream.

And in his dream, as if he is a protagonist of a romantic movie, he has the courage to say what he needs to say; what he wants to say.

Glancing at the row of small, old-fashioned porcelain figurines, sitting on the shelf above the fireplace, he pulls the thin and worn-out comforter away from his body – feeling of heat suddenly overpower him. The duvet had a faint scent of ripe quinces mixed with the staleness and dustiness from the creaky wardrobe – the smell that he noticed the moment she brought it over to where he stood, silently reaching it out for him to take it once they called it a night.

Or morning.

He isn’t so sure any more.

It’s her words that haunt him, even now, when he is awake – the way she let them go, and the way they roam over his heart, leaving footsteps on the surface.

Footsteps that he is retracing with every breath he takes.

Breathe in; breathe out.

“I was aiming high when it was quite obvious that I would fall flat on my face, no?”

“You shouldn’t beat yourself up for not feeling the same for me.”

What was his pathetic, idiotic brain doing? Why was he quiet when the words slipped out of her mouth – her eyes filled with hope, and hands nervously toying with the hem of her jumper.

Was he really going to let the last bunch of daisies wither in front of him?

No, no, no.

His thoughts are jumbled, and his heart is on fire, and he sits up, pushing the comforter away from his body. Jumping to his feet, he stands in the silence for a few seconds before he slowly makes his way towards the kitchen – equally cold and quiet as the rest of the house.

Eyes linger on the doors of her bedroom; tightly shut – guarding them from each other, and he cannot help but wonder if she is asleep or awake as he is. He wonders if her feet are still as cold as that night when they fell asleep holding each other.

He wonders.

Because wondering is all that he can do.

The kitchen is dark as he takes the halt in front of the sink – the basin littered with empty glasses, plates, and cups; cutlery resembling a game of Mikado on top of the pile. He blinks the sleep away, turning the tap on and letting the tiniest stream of water run into one of the mismatched glasses from the dish-rack. Taking a sip, he turns around, leaning against the cold aluminium – droplets of water seeping through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

The night is clearer than the day itself – the traces of rain almost non-existent as he leans away and takes a step forward and peers through the curtains, noticing the stars that dot the sky.

Stars that he would take down for her, one by one.

If she asked him to do so.

“I thought it was an intruder, creeping around my kitchen.”

Head snaps to the direction of her voice; soft, clean and with a hint of apprehension, but still mirthful, and he finds himself smiling at her. His stomach is twisting with anticipation and because of her presence; dipping high and low – a circus performance of some sort as he observes her face, bitten by the sleep; cheeks red and hair messy.

He opens his mouth to say something; to answer, but then he stops, shakes his head, and she nods as she steps next to him – hands folded in front of her chest.

“I don’t see you carrying any weapon,” he finally remarks, muttering the words in the glass he is holding, and despite not looking at her, he knows that she is smirking at him. “But then,” he starts with a glance towards her, “I think you’d be able to fight me with your bare hands if you wanted to do so.”

She says nothing as she pulls the nightgown she’s wearing close to her body, and this time he looks down at her – the shadow from the curtains dancing against her collarbone. Drawing in a small breath, he turns around, setting the glass down before bracing himself against the sink with his hands – eyes focusing on the chipped tile on the wall.

“I don’t know,” she whispers, and he shudders for a moment, afraid of what she might say. “I don’t know if talking about it made it better or worse.” His eyes are still focused on the tiles – the tiny geometric pattern blurring with each passing second, so he rubs his eyes with one hand, hoping it would clear the haziness away. “I don’t want our friendship to end like this, that is jus—,”

“—can you please not…,” he interrupts her quietly, gripping at the edge of the sink tighter – knuckles turning white.

“Why not?” she asks as she takes a step away, “we are adults, and if we want to try and glue the pieces of our friendship back we need to address the elephant in the room that broke it in the first place.”

He feels his thoughts spiralling and he wants to groan; wants to grab every item that surrounds them and break them in rage, but not because of her words, but because he let their story go in the direction that led them to this. But, he knows he needs to stay composed, so he turns around to face her and takes a step forward, watching as the surprise etches itself on her features – her eyes widening ever so slightly.

She looks so tiny, so fragile; unapologetically beautiful.

He knows that his heart is about to burst by its seams, ready to spill out every emotions, and he is tired of trying to patch it up. He is tired of hiding that he wants her; that he needs her.

“Things can never be the way they used to be,” he answers, keeping his voice steady. His lips part, and he knows that the words are there, but they feel heavier than he remembers them, and he feels as if he has no energy to push them over the edge of his lips.

“What do you mean?” she whispers softly – words breathy as the breeze of the summer night.

“I love you.”

He finally breathes again as he feels how the weight of his feelings for the fragile daisy in front of him drops from his chest – his heart beating loudly in his ears.

“No you don’t.” she shakes her head, taking a step away – hands letting go the hold on her nightgown before she runs her fingers through her hair.

“I do. I love you,” he repeats – voice somewhat louder as he fights the urge to scream it for everyone to hear.

“But you said—you said,” she breathes out, “you rejec—,”

It’s now or never.

Hold it or let it go.

“Please,” he whispers as he takes a step towards her, and part of him is afraid that she will move away from him; turn around and run, but she never does. Instead, she covers her face with her hands, shaking her head a little. “You said to not beat myself up for not feeling the same way about you, but I have no reason to beat myself up, because I love you, I do—look at me.” His voice is demanding yet soft as he takes a gentle hold on her wrists, tugging her hands away from her face. “Would you please look at me?”

And she does – their eyes meeting, and for a moment he wonders if this is the ending of their romantic movie with a bittersweet scenario. He wonders if this is how it feels when the emotions take over one’s entire body; when they twist and turn into something that no amount of words can describe.

Before he can stop himself, he finds himself drawing her closer into him – mouths just a breath away, and when their lips finally meet, and he feels her letting herself go, his hands tangle in the messy hair at the back of her neck, and the faint yet familiar scent penetrates his senses.

The scent he wants to keep in his memory forever.

The scent of her.

Daisies.

*thanks for sticking around ❤

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Threesomes 3 | 8 with Héctor Bellerín and Another Girl

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.” “You bought me lingerie?”

Warnings: massage with a happy ending, nipple play, fingering, multiple orgasms, girl-on-girl, etc

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You’d been thinking about Héctor’s text all day, your mind racing at all the possibilities the moment your phone pinged with the message telling you there would be a surprise waiting for you when you got home.

At first, you thought it could be something classy like champagne. You’d recently gotten a promotion within your department, but you and Héctor had celebrated that two weeks ago, so you quickly ruled that out. Then, your mind turned to potential surprises Héctor had - it was the transfer window, and you couldn’t help wondering if he was transferring clubs. You dismissed that idea, too, though, knowing he would’ve talked to you about it long before now, and he wouldn’t have framed it as a surprise.

Everything else that crossed your mind was less of a surprise and more of a present, but you figured that presents could also be surprises.

“Héc?” You called out when you got home, slipping off your shoes and hanging up your jacket and putting your keys where they belonged. You were about to call out his name again when you noticed a note card in his handwriting.

There’s a surprise upstairs for you

“Héctor?” You made your way upstairs, opening the door to the bedroom you shared. “Did you buy me lingerie?”

“Something like that,” came a woman’s sultry reply, and your gaze met hers. She was sitting in the centre of the bed wearing nothing but a silk robe and what you assumed was matching lingerie. “Héctor said you’d had a hard week and that you were in need of a massage.” She got off the bed and sauntered towards you. “Preferably one with a happy ending.”

Your stomach dipped in anticipation. “That sounds amazing,” you whispered, swallowing hard. The two of you had talked about bringing a third into the bedroom for a long time, but you didn’t think it would come about like this.

“Get undressed for me.”

You did as she ordered, stripping down to just your bra and panties.

“Those, too - if you’d like.” She gestured to your undergarments.

Your eyes were on hers as you unclasped your bra and wiggled out of your panties, sucking in a breath as your nipples puckered and your pussy dripped in the cool air.

“Come. Lay facedown on the bed.”

You let out a sigh as your body sank down into the mattress. Moments later, you felt her hands on you, slick with massage oil. “Please let me know if I’m pressing too hard or too light. This massage is supposed to help relax you as well as turn you on, so don’t hesitate to tell me what you want.”

“Will you be, uhm, massaging my boobs and my, uh, pussy, too?” You asked hesitantly.

“If that’s something you’d like, I can definitely get those areas. I think you’ll also find that there are plenty of erogenous zones on your body that aren’t linked to those spots.” She pressed her thumbs down on your spine, sliding down and you let out a moan.

“Oh, fuck, that feels amazing.”

“I’m glad, mi amor,” came Héctor’s voice from somewhere far away. You hadn’t realized he’d entered the room, but right now you didn’t care. “You deserve a relaxing massage.”

“Is she going to work on you next?” You asked, your voice muffled from being buried in the mattress.

“In a sense, yes.”

Her soft hands were eventually replaced with Héctor’s as she taught him her technique. You thought you would pass out from pleasure when her hands returned to join Héctor’s, doubling all the sensations as Héctor’s hands wandered between your legs and hers reached for your boobs.

“Can we make you cum, mi amor?” Héctor asked, pressing kisses to your lower back.

“Please!” You begged, letting them do whatever they wanted to you so long as you got an orgasm out of it.

Héctor’s fingers expertly massaged your clit while the masseuse worked over your nipples, giving you a powerful orgasm you’d never experienced before. “Good girl,” she praised in your ear, trailing kisses down your neck and shoulder. “That’s the first of many we’ll be giving you tonight.”

“Do I get to return the favour?” You asked once you caught your breath and the brain fog lifted slightly.

“That depends on whether or not you like eating pussy,” she replied, playing with your nipples again, “because if you do, I might let you have a taste while your boyfriend watches.”

Your pussy clenched around Héctor’s fingers in response to that, earning a chuckle from him. “I think she likes the sound of that,” he told the masseuse, his other hand massaging your ass cheeks.

By the time the masseuse was done with you, you were sleepy and sated. She’d knelt over you and rode your face while Héctor watched; every part of your body had been massaged until you weren’t sure you had any bones left you were so relaxed.

“Were you surprised?” Héctor asked as he helped rinse the massage oil and other fluids off your body later that night.

“I was,” you confirmed, a sated smile on your lips. “It was everything I needed and more. Don’t ever surprise me with lingerie ever again.”

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eatsleepbreathefutbol · 2 years

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Hector taking care of your baby so you can rest

You guys had just came back from work, exhausted! You made it home, and put your bag on the couch...You decided to lay down on the couch so you would rest your eyes for a little before you go and take care of Sofia. Hector saw you lying down on the couch then he sat down next to you and caresses your face, you woke up and smiled at Hector. He kisses your lips and you kissed him back, he was asking about your day at work as he was trying to talk Sofia starts crying.

You were about to get up to go upstairs to Hector stopped you, "Amor, acuestate te ves cansada! Dejame ir a calmar a Sofia y tu descansas mi amor!" (Let me go calm Sofia down while you rest my love). He kissed your forehead and went to Sofia’s room, a couple minutes later he comes carrying a sleeping Sofia and sits next to you. Your eyes start to flutter and you look at him in awe at how he’s a great father. You take your phone out and capture the beautiful moment between your husband and daughter.

Hector lays down and lays Sofia on his chest, you went over to them and lay your head on his shoulder and he smiles when he looks at you. The three of you fall asleep in the living room, and you fall asleep thinking about how perfect your family was and how content you were with how you ended up with the love of your life/man of your dreams and how you ended up having the perfect child.

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footballerimaginess · 1 year

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someone just reblogged Hector Bellerin imagines, omg I forgot about him lol

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nuestraluzdelaluna · 3 years

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Héctor Bellerín NSFW alphabet

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sweet. He will tell you sweet things, how good you did and how much he loves you. Caressing your body. Bringing you a glass of water and cleaning you up. Then Héctor will lay down either next to you or lay his head on you talking to you about nothing and everything.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

To use his answer, it his his brain. But since this is a nsfw alphabet let’s get a bit more sexy.

Héctor really likes his arms. He likes how good his tattoos compliment his skin. Seeing you in his arms, the contrast of his big arms on your body really turns him on.

On you héctor loves your hands. He enjoys how soft they feel on his skin. Always wanting to at least touch your hands somehow. Héctor especially liked them around his dick, looking so elegant and cute compared to his size.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Héctor doesn’t care where his cum lands as long as it is somewhere on your body, not wanting to waste any of it. He loves to see your body decorated by his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Héctor loves to take polaroids of you two in the bedroom. Your dick in his mouth, his hands on your boobs or his cum dripping out of you. Keeping his favorite picture wallet to look at it when he misses you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He he very experienced. He knows exactly how to work his body. Knowing how to touch you or even act to make you react to him. Héctor will know how to make you feel good and cum in minutes.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Héctor doesn’t have a favorite position, he loves to see your body in every situation.

Missionary - having your legs over his shoulder and hitting all the right spots inside you. Watching your tits jiggle from the force of his thrusts. Demanding to keep your eyes open so he look directly into your eyes and whisper the dirtiest things to you.

Doggy - hector loves spanking you. Seeing how his red handprint forms on your ass check. Pulling on the back of your hair making you look at him and putting his hand around your neck. Loving how tight your gripping his writs as he gives you pleasure.

Cow girl - he enjoys seeing you so powerful above him. Using him to your pleasure, having your boobs in front of his face being able to just lean forward and suck on your nipples. However when he thinks you’ve got enough he will hold your hips down and just thrust up.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Héctor is not goofy at all. Giving you both so much pleasure at once that there is not much time to be goofy. Being concentrated on being as intimate as possible.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has his little happy trail but besides that he will keep himself groomed neatly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

For héctor sex is a very intimate thing. Even if you both are going really hard and rough at it he still tries to make it at intimate as possible while holding his dominate role.

„I love you my good little slut“

„Estas tan buena mi bébé“

„Such i good girl“

„Joder te quiero“

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He will jack off a lot. Of course you guys are going to be separated a lot due to his profession so facetime sex is very common. However hector loves to just look at you and jerk off or sometimes when he eats you out he can’t stop but sneak a hand down his pants and start stroking himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Praising - he loves to hear you tell him how good he makes you feel.

„You feel so good papi“

„Fuck you’re so big“

„Stretching me out so good“

Papi - call him papi and he will get hard immediately. He is then ready to take you everywhere and even if you guys are in public he will find a way to make himself and you cum.

Slapping - he loves to see your ass jiggle when he does it. Seeing your boobs become red as he leaves his handprint on them.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Héctor doesn’t care. If you are in public he will find a way to be inside you. He will put his hand around your mouth forcing you to keep your moans to yourself. However he loves to fuck you infringe of a mirror, making you watch him very closely.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you wear red - whether it’s his jersey or red lipstick, something about it always turns him on

sitting on lap - even in completely innocent situations, having you on his lap and his hands on your thigh will always get him thinking how easy it would be for you just to get off on his thigh.

Do anything with his hair and he’s gone

Kiss his neck he is gone

Talk to him in Spanish, even if it’s broken or not pronounced right his dick loves it

Seeing your intelligence will really get him going - finding something so sexy about it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Generally speaking something you would express you don’t like he would not do.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Héctor loves to eat you out and gets immense pleasure from it. Starting to kiss from you neck down to your thighs leaving hickeys ok his path. Teasing your thighs for what feels like ages before he licks a bold stripe up you slit collecting all your wetness. He will then start to attack your clit, flicking his tongue up and down before pushing two fingers inside you reaching all the right places. You will find out later that all this time he has been touching himself as well

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, all the time. He loves to see your body react to the force of his thrusts.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Héctor is always down to fuck you which always results in hickeys. Especially after a match he has so much adrenaline he needs to get out, so you guys are always on the search for a empty space at the emirates do go at it. After a loss you can be sure that the whole stadium would hear you if he wouldn’t have his hand in front of your mouth.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is a risky motherfucker and always experimenting to make your sex life even better.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He surprisingly doesn’t last too long he will however go the whole night. Needing some time to recuperate in which he will constantly praise you, and then he is ready to make you cum all night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He will use all the toys. Using vibrators even when he is fucking you, vibrating panties in public to tease you, handcuffs and gags.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Héctor is always teasing. Stopping right before you cum to make you cum even harder.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is everything but quiet. Always groaning and panting. Héctor is big into dirty talk, literally never shutting up he is always whispering nasty things into your ear.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good”

“Such a needy girl for me”

“My good little slut”

“ Haces que papi se sienta tan bien nena”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Héctor loves to feel your lips. Nothing more sensual for him than to just feel you kiss down his body. Tacing his tattoos with your lips and tongue, nibbling down his v line and leaving hickeys all over his body.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Héctor is big and knows it. He stretches you out every single time and you still need time to adjust to his size. And this will make him very cocky.

“Look at me store thing out this tight pussy”

“Been fucking you all week and your still tight around me amor”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Expect sex at least once a day.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s not gone that quick. Talking to you a lot and watching you sleep.

Estas tan buena mi bébé - You are so good my baby

Joder te quiero - fuck i love you

Haces que papi se sienta tan bien nena - you make papi feel so good baby

Amor - love

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