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summer-princess · 3 months

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Far From Angry: Hardersson x Reader (Part 1)

Summary: You meet a stranger and her girlfriend at the bar. Things escalate quickly. Pairing: Hardersson x Reader Warnings: 🔞Smut. Mdni🔞 Disclaimer: Obviously fiction Words: 2778

Pt. 2

Ever since you entered the bar, the pretty blonde sitting a few stools away hadn’t taken her eyes off of you.

You weren’t normally one for going out, especially without your friends, but the sound of music and unseasonably warm night air had drawn you out of your apartment, walking downtown to your favorite bar, ready to enjoy the evening.

You were certainly enjoying the sight of the beautiful woman in the flowy white top, her sweet smile as she looked across the bar at you.

Her eyes didn’t leave you as she finished her drink, sliding her glass back across the bar. You blushed as she looked away, and you caught a hint of white teeth scraping across a pair of ruby lips.

Fuck.

Taking a deep breath and gathering your courage, hoping you were interpreting her glances correctly, you hopped up from your stool and walked the few feet between you, hoping you looked more confident than you actually felt. As you sat down on the stool beside her, the pretty blonde tucked her hair behind her ears, turning her head to smile at you again.

“Hi,” she said, and you caught the slightest hint of an accent, one you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m Pernille,” she said, turning her stool to face you. She leaned forward, toward you, giving you the same brilliant smile that had drawn you over in the first place.

You introduced yourself, pleasant shivers running up and down your spine as she made eye contact with you, tilting her head and raising her eyebrows, clearly waiting for you to continue.

“So, Pernille,” you said, matching her posture, hoping to convey just how interested you were in getting to know her and her pretty smile a whole lot better. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Before she could answer, another blonde appeared over Pernille’s shoulder. Her hair was darker than Pernille’s, and the hand she put on Pernille’s shoulder was attached to a muscled arm.

“What’s going on over here, love?”

Love?

It was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over your head as you processed the words.

Love.

She had a girlfriend.

Of course she had a girlfriend.

As the other woman, just as blonde and just as gorgeous, claimed Pernille’s lips with her own, you felt a humiliated blush rising to coat your cheeks.

You wished that someone would break one of the legs off of the barstool and beat you over the head with it. Or that a freak sinkhole would open beneath the floor, somehow burying only you in the dirt. Because this was beyond your worst nightmares.

“Fuck,” you whispered, not sure which one of them you were talking to as apologies began to spew from between your lips.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know, I didn’t mean… Fuck, I’ll just-”

You made to stand up, charting the path that would get you to the exit quickest, but before you could make your escape, Pernille reached out and grabbed your hand, clasping it in hers. You let out a tiny gasp, still on your stool, at the contact, your eyes flickering back and forth between your skin touching hers and the woman whose hand had moved from her shoulder to her waist, possessively gripping her flowy white top.

“Don’t go,” she said, voice somewhere between a command and a plea. Even though your heart was racing, your legs longing to carry you far away, it was enough to make you pause.

You looked back and forth between Pernille and her partner, beyond confused. There had been no mistaking the look in your eyes as you approached her, or the undertones when you asked to buy her a drink. But there was also no mistaking the fact that she had a girlfriend, a very pretty and very strong looking girlfriend who had, out of some miracle, not yet put you on the ground.

“B-But,” you stuttered, trying to make sense of the increasingly odd situation in which you found yourself.

“Y-You, your girlfriend- She’s already angry enough at me, I-”

You didn’t have time to finish your runaway train of thought before you were unceremoniously interrupted.

“Do I look angry?”

You didn’t think you could stand looking at Pernille’s girlfriend any longer without wanting to light yourself on fire, so you didn’t. Instead, you stared at your nearly-empty drink, trying to think of how to escape this humiliating and bizarre situation with some of your dignity still intact.

You didn’t see the look they gave each other, but you definitely felt it when a hand grasped your chin, forcing your head upward. A pair of blue eyes met yours, clouded by mirth and something else you couldn’t quite place. Your eyebrow crinkled in confusion at the absence of anything identifiable as anger, a confusion that only grew when she spoke again.

“I’ll ask you again,” she said. “Do I look angry?”

Answering wasn’t optional this time, you could tell. So, trembling a little, you shook your head.

“N-Not really.”

“Clever girl.”

Her voice, smooth and seductive and just a bit condescending, hit you like a jolt of electricity, and you couldn’t stop the shudder that ran through your body at the tone, from the tips of your fingers to between your legs. You quickly lowered your eyes again, hoping that she wouldn’t notice.

The self-satisfied smirk on her face made it clear that your hopes were in vain.

“Magda, baby,” said Pernille, standing and taking her place at her partner’s side, tucking herself under the taller woman’s free arm. “I think she likes it when you talk to her like that.”

Your mouth was slightly open, gaping in shock as you pressed your thighs together, unable to deny the arousal beginning to pool in your core. No matter how embarrassing Pernille’s words might have been, they were undeniable- the condescending tone of Magda’s voice made your mouth water, the need for the two of them to do what they wanted with you taking over your mind.

“Oh, she’s so cute,” said Pernille, relishing the way you shuddered as she placed her hand on your thigh, fingers sliding upward and creeping closer to the hem of your panties under your new skirt. Magda nodded in agreement.

“Her face is all red,” she said, the two of them exchanging comments as if you couldn’t hear them speaking. You had an idea of where this was going, one that you desperately hoped was correct, and the thought of it made you press your thighs together with need.

“I wonder what she’d look like all spread out on our bed.”

You gasped quietly, initial arousal only amplifying as they confirmed the thought that had been solidifying in your mind. With a squeeze of Pernille’s hand, Magda took a step forward towards you, her gaze piercing through you and making you whimper again.

“Do you want this?”

Magda’s breath was hot against your neck as she whispered the question into your ear, and you were sure that she could hear your pulse pounding.

You nodded so quickly that you could have given yourself whiplash, still gaping in disbelief even as she smirked, helping you to your feet and throwing a wad of cash behind her, payment for the drink you had tried to buy her girlfriend.

This was actually happening.

Their apartment was only a few blocks away from the bar, and when they guided you through the door, you had barely kicked off your shoes when you found yourself pressed against the wall by a pair of strong arms.

You hadn’t noticed Magda’s muscles back in the bar when you were refusing to look at her, but now that they were being used to pin you against the wall, they were difficult to ignore. You bit your lip, letting out a little moan, one which she immediately swallowed with her mouth. Magda’s tongue pressed insistently against your lips, and you didn’t waste any time before granting her access, letting her dominate the kiss.

You weren’t normally this submissive- typically, you would have made at least a token effort to take back some control, but something about these women made that seem like a concept far too difficult and complex to grasp. So you let Magda devour your lips, her hands on your waist as you started to move again.

Guiding you backward into their bedroom, Magda’s hands migrated downward to your ass, giving it a hard squeeze. You could vaguely sense Pernille nearby, a few steps ahead of you, but you couldn’t see the way she’d already shed her top, tossing it carelessly aside as she flicked on the light switch in their bedroom.

When Magda stopped moving, hands on your ass stilling you as well, you felt the other woman come up beside you, but still shivered when she whispered in your ear.

“You gonna do what we tell you, baby? You gonna be a good girl for us?”

The coaxing voice in your ear made you tilt your neck in the opposite direction, exposing the soft skin to Pernille as Magda broke your kiss, releasing you from her hold.

“Uh huh,” you said, and were rewarded by a new pair of warm lips pressed against your own. Pernille’s kiss was dirty and tender at the same time, her pink tongue gentler than Magda’s had been but with a similar level of control and the identical result of making you crave more of her touch.

“Let us give you what you need, honey,” said Pernille, voice saccharine as she pulled away from your lips. “Let us fuck you like you need to be fucked.”

Your nod was desperate, her words only adding to the copious arousal between your thighs.

“Good. Then strip for us, pretty girl,” she whispered in your ear before releasing her hold on your body, raising an eyebrow and fixing you with a coaxing smirk.

Blinking a few times to regain even a modicum of composure, you blushed as you pulled your shirt over your head, both of the women’s eyes locked on you predatorily as you set the garment atop their wardrobe, revealing your lacy bra.

“So pretty,” said Magda, as you reached for the hem of your skirt. You had to wiggle your hips to slide out of the slightly-too-small fabric, a sight which made both pairs of eyes locked on you darken, the couple exchanging a look full of hunger. When the garment finally dropped to the floor, leaving you in just your bra and matching panties, you looked back over at them and found the pair exchanging a heated kiss of their own. Sensing your gaze, Magda pulled away from Pernille’s lips to raise an eyebrow at you.

“All of it.”

Your flush deepened as you undid the clasp of your bra, shrugging it off your shoulders and letting it join your skirt and top in the haphazard pile on the floor. With your breasts exposed to their hungry gaze and nipples beginning to harden, unprompted, into peaks, you reached for the waistband of your panties and let them slide down your legs, stepping out of them when they pooled around your ankles.

You had somehow missed Pernille approaching you, the lighter blonde woman reaching out a hand and slipping it between your legs. You gasped at the sudden contact, unable to stop your hips from jutting forward, seeking friction against your throbbing cunt.

It only lasted for a moment before she turned her head back towards Magda, giving her a smirk and a nod.

“Get on the bed, pretty girl.”

You nodded quickly, scurrying across the room and seating yourself on the edge of their sizeable mattress. One look from Magda told you that that wasn’t what she had meant and so, still blushing, you laid yourself carefully back against one of their pillows, hyper-aware of their eyes on you, gazes locked on the curve of your breasts and the copious arousal gathered between your pretty thighs.

You could tell what the order of things would be when Pernille walked toward the edge of the bed, lingering beside you without sitting down, and Magda climbed up immediately, her large hands pulling you just slightly further forwards to where she wanted you.

“Open your fucking legs.”

Magda’s words weren’t a request, but the order was one that you were all too happy to obey. Letting your thighs fall apart, you watched, unbreathing, as the other woman pulled a hair elastic from her wrist and tied her blonde waves up into a careless bun.

Feeling the bed dip beside you, you heard Pernille’s voice against your neck as she left a trail of kisses across the sensitive skin.

“Magda’s going to taste you now.”

Barely had the words left her mouth then Magda’s tongue connected with your core, the woman wasting no time before licking a wet stripe over your soaking hole. You gasped, fingernails digging into your palm as you clenched your hands tightly, and the sound must have pleased the other woman, because her soft chuckle vibrated against your core.

She took a minute to explore, warm appendage tracing a path up and down your cunt, unmoved by your breathy pleas for her to go faster, or to put her mouth on the one place you needed it most.

“Patience, honey,” crooned Pernille, noticing your gyrating hips. “Stay still. Let her enjoy you.”

You sobbed in pleasure as Magda’s tongue swiped through your pussy again and again, Pernille’s soft hands tugging at your nipples. The woman between your thighs was talented, the wet muscle of her mouth lapping and kissing all the right spots, finally running her tongue across your swollen clit, even letting a hint of teeth scrape across your thigh once in a while.

You couldn’t have closed your legs if you wanted to, a combination of Magda’s shoulders and her hands combining to hold them open.

“Stay still,” she reminded you with a gentle smack to one of your thighs.

Still, you couldn’t help but buck against her tongue, trying to get her mouth back on your clit.

“I told you to stay still,” said Magda with a growl, strong hands pushing your hips back down to the mattress.

A shudder ran up and down your body at her harsh tone. Pernille, you noticed, now had one hand on each of your tits, the strength in her arms a warning that, if you moved again, she wouldn’t hesitate to use that muscle to keep you pinned down with no choice except to take what her partner gave.

Your body shook with the effort of keeping still, of not allowing your hips to rock against Magda’s tongue, but you were rewarded by attention lavished on your bud, able to feel the other woman’s smile against your cunt.

You shuddered, feeling your muscles tighten as your peak began to grow closer. Apparently Magda could sense it as well, because she pulled her mouth away from you and reached for her girlfriend.

Pernille obeyed the summons, leaving you writhing on the bed, whining pathetically at the loss of contact as Magda pulled her in for a deep kiss. Your eyes went to the two women, unable to stop a groan as you watched them, Magda’s hands wrapped around Pernille’s waist as their tongues battled. As hot as the sight was, it only made you wetter as you realized that they were sharing the taste of you between them.

Even through your haze, you knew that, no matter how desperate your cunt was for their attention, you couldn’t let your fingers drift down between your legs. They had made it clear since you met that they held the reins of control, that you were their plaything for the night.

“Pernille,” said Magda, rocking her hips subtly as Pernille pressed a line of wet kisses along her neck.

“Look at her.”

Pernille’s eyes drifted back toward you, wriggling desperately on the bed, twisting your hands in their covers as you fought not to touch yourself.

“God,” said Pernille. “She’s desperate, isn’t she?”

You made no move to deny her claim, rather nodding in confirmation. Any shock or disbelief you had felt at the situation you were in had certainly vanished, replaced with pure, undiluted need.

“Please,” you whimpered, soaking pussy still perfectly visible between your spread legs. “Please, I need…”

You trailed off, the blush that was quickly becoming a familiar companion returning once again to your cheeks. Luckily for you, Pernille was able to translate the low moan which replaced the words you couldn’t find.

“I think she needs your cock, Magda.”

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russos-ventitre · 7 months

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georgia stanway x reader | recovery day cuddles 🫧

✘ summary: post ENGvNED, you and georgia have a nice relaxing day together after a rough match against the netherlands

✘ warnings/tags: tooth-rotting fluff, comfort, ENGNWT!reader, cuddles, clingy!georgia

✘ words: 1489

a/n: i wrote like 70% of this in my photography class bc my prof is boring as hell

The soft hum from your flat and the cool breeze of the autumn air coming in from the windows sent goosebumps across your body. You stretched out your legs, feeling your body shake as your muscles began to wake up, sore and knackered. Last night was a rough game for both of you, a third loss under Sarina meant another painstaking blow to everyone's confidence.

You felt the weight lying on top of your chest shift, a soft murmur leaving the brunette's lips. She stirred in her sleep, arms curled around your midsection and legs tangled with yours. A hand came to lightly scratch at the girl's head feeling her slowly come to life from your touch.

"Babe?" The midfielder mumbled, nuzzling her face further into your chest.

"Hmm?"

"Can we have a lie in? I don't wanna get up." She squished her face up against your body, one of her hands coming up to hold onto your shoulder.

"Of course Gee." You pressed a soft kiss to the brunette's forehead, hearing a faint giggle as she pulled herself closer to you.

A few hours later…

“George.. love.. we should get up.” You muttered, a hand soothing down the brunette's jumper, delicately tracing down her back to gain her attention.

“A few more minutes..” She groaned, her left hand gripping onto your shoulder tightly, keeping you down on the bed.

“Gee.. c’mon.. I’m hungry..” You grumbled.

The midfielder let out a frustrated huff, rolling off of you and rubbing her eyes open. You sat up in bed stretching out your body, letting out a long yawn. You turned to your side to see a grumpy Georgia, laid on her back, arms crossed as she stared at the ceiling. You gave the shorter girl a poke, her shifting away from your touch as you lightly stabbed her side.

“Silent treatment now.. huh?” You teased, seeing Georgia struggling to bite back a smile that was curling at the corners of her lips.

You slid off the bed, stretching out the rest of your body before making your way over to the grumpy lump still laid in your bed.

“Oi you.. c’mon.” You reached your arms out, ready to help her out of bed, only for you to get tugged down on top of the brunette, her arms and legs wrapped around your body in a death grip.

“Georgia!” You shouted, trying to pull the girl off of you but she wasn’t letting up anytime soon. You let out a groan, using your hands to help push the both of you off the bed, the midfielder still clung to your torso as you straightened your body.

“You’re so annoying..”

“Ya love me.” She smiled with a cheesy grin, placing a wet kiss to your cheek.

“Ugh.. gross.” You whined, hearing the girl giggle as you walked the both of you over to the bathroom.

You placed her down on the tiled floor, feeling her arms wrap around your torso from behind seconds after you put her down. “Someone’s very clingy today.” You laughed, giving her a light pat on the head.

Georgia kept her grip on you, humming happily when you didn’t pull her off of you. You brushed your teeth with a bit of struggle, having to lift your arm above the brunette's head in fear of knocking your elbow against her skull.

“Gee.. c’mon.. if you don’t brush your teeth I won't make you breakfast.” You scolded, knowing full well that she wouldn’t be able to resist a delicious meal made by her lover.

The shorter woman shot up instantly, releasing you from her grip to quickly grab her toothbrush and spread toothpaste on it, aggressively cleaning her teeth. She smiled at you once she was done, as if she was waiting for you to approve of her teeth-brushing skills. You pressed a kiss to her cheek, grabbing for her hand, and walking to the kitchen, feeling her let go only to sit on top of the kitchen counter.

You began your usual routine, making Georgia her favourite, blueberry pancakes. It was a comfort meal of hers and it was all that more special when you made them for her. You prepared your ingredients, making sure to cook them just how she liked them, extra blueberries for your girlfriend. She watched from behind, her legs dangling over the end of the counter, swinging back and forth as she waited patiently for you to finish. When she noticed that you were nearly done she excidely hopped off the counter, pulling out two plates for you both and putting them to the side, She came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your body as you flipped the pancakes one last time before sliding them over on top of your plates.

The brunette placed a soft kiss to your cheek, giving you a tight squeeze before grabbing her plate. “Thank you, babe.” She smiled, swiftly walking over to the fridge to grab some whipped cream to spray on top of it.

You let out a sigh and shook your head. “Such a child..” You mumbled under your breath.

“Hey!” She whined in offense, spraying more of it on top of her pancakes, nearly covering the entirety of her plate.

You gave her a knowing glare, watching as her finger slowly slipped off the trigger of the can and she pouted. When you looked away the midfielder was nowhere to be seen, having slipped out of her seat to grab some sprinkles from one of the cupboards.

“Georgia!” You grumbled seeing as she tried to slowly slip back into her seat hoping you wouldn’t notice the object in her hand. You gave her a scolding look, watching as she popped the lid open and awkwardly sprinkled some of them on top of her already diabetic-looking breakfast, as she locked eyes with you, smiling and hoping you wouldn’t snatch it out of her hands. She watched as your eyes followed her movements, still sporting the same smile as she began to divulge into her meal.

As angry as you were, your anger didn’t last very long as you watched how happy these pancakes made her. If it meant that it was going to distract her from last night's defeat then you’d take it.

After you finished your breakfast, Georgia offered to clean the dishes, insisting that you get yourself comfy on the sofa and wait for her. You pressed a kiss to her temple, padding your way to the living room, preparing a bunch of blankets and pillows to create and makeshift bed in the living room. She finished cleaning the dishes, running over to the living room, and jumping into your arms, snuggling her body against yours.

“I love when you're clingy..” You pulled the shorter girl closer to your body, positioning her in your lap between your legs, flush against your front.

“Ya love me always..” She quipped, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around her.

“I do Gee.. I really do.” You smiled, nuzzling your face into the back of her neck, inhaling her scent as you peppered soft kisses to her skin.

“Pretty girl..” You mumbled between kisses, seeing goosebumps rise on the brunette’s skin as she fidgets in your grip.

Your hands slipped underneath her jumper, surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing an undershirt, you traced your fingers across her stomach and her lower abdomen, feeling her wiggle even more than she already was in your lap.

“Babe! That tickles!” Georgia whined, trying and failing to stop your advances. She slapped at your knees until you stopped, finally laying back in your chest, tilting her head so she was looking up at you from below.

"Hi.." She whispered.

"Hi, cutie." You replied, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

The brunette sank into your chest further as you grabbed for the remote, switching the telly on, flicking through a bunch of channels, and finally settling on the news. You didn't care all that much about the news, you were just looking for something to have as background noise.

Chucking the remote to the side, you looked back down at Georgia to find that she was staring at you lovingly. Her hands coming up and grabbing upward at you, suggesting that she wanted something. You leaned yourself forward until your face met her hands, the midfielder pulling you further over her body to steal a kiss from you. Afterward, she turned around in your lap and rested her side into your arms. Her head snuggled under your chin and her hands gripping onto the material of your hoodie.

You pulled the blanket around the two of you further up your legs until it was now up to the shorter girl's neck, keeping her nice and warm until she drifted off. Your arms came to wrap around her body protectively, holding her close as your heartbeat lulled her to sleep.

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woso-lover · 2 months

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Home is, whenever I'm with you | Lena Oberdorf

Lena Oberdorf x german!bayern munich!reader

Summary: Lena suprises you with her move to your childhood club. To finally be with you properly.

Warnings: a bit of angst, fluff

English is not my first language

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Girl, I never loved one like you

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You grew up in Munich. Everything you know is there. Your famil. Your friends. Your bestfriend, Sydney. Your club.... Everything you loved was in one place. Exept your home, your lover, Lena Oberdorf. She plays for Wolfsburg. That wouldn't be the problem, even trought its the rival, but Wolfsburg is too far away from Munich, to see each other more then once in a month. And its slowly infecting your realationship.

It's started when you both grow out of the honeymoon phase. That doesn't mean you're stopped being smitten about each other. But the distant made it worse. A 6 hours drive or a one hour flight. It started to come to much.

It wasn't because of the lack of trust you have for each other. You trust each other very much. But you missed the closeness, the cuddles or the kisses. The things you would only get, if you play each other or in the german camp. It was rarely that one come to visit the other. To caught up with training for your clubs.

So everytime the national break started, you follow each other like lost puppies. It's mostly Lena, who follows you everywhere. Her Wolfsburg teammates will tease all the time, when the break is going to start or gets closer. But she doesn't care. She only cares about being close to you.

But you follow her everywhere too. And your teammates tease you about that too. Like obi, you don't care either. You're just happy being with her again.

To the problem is only one solution. One has the move clubs. But you both are too stuborn.

"I'm not moving away, liebling. (Darling) I have everything here."

"I change would look on you, baby. You can't always stay in the same place your whole life." Obi argues back on a face time call. It wasn't a fight. More like a discussion, in wich you both bring the same arguments over and over again.

"You know i can't handle change. And it would be a change for you too."

"I know you can't. And i already had a change. I moved from Essen. There wouldn't be so much change. You know half of the from national and you got friends with Lynn."

You look away, to the wall, feeling defeated. "Ha Gotcha, Schatz. (honey)" Obi said happily. "If you move to Bayern, you can play with and see Lea more often." You knew what the Lea card would do. You know that Lena misses to play in the same team as Lea, like in Essen.

"Didn't you wanted to show me your new tattoo idea?" Obi distracts from the topic.

You knew Obi wants to distracts from the topic. She was a bad loser and she knew how right you were, Obi just didn't want to admit that. So you played along.

"What do you think of something like that?" You showed her a page from your sketchbook.

Since then none of you dared to bring up the topic again. In the meanwhile Obi has gotten an offer from bayern munich. She didn't know what to do with it. Should she tell you? Should she ignore it? These question were toturing her mind.

Her solution: She's going to ask on national break what you would say if she got an offer from your beloved club.

But unfortunately the right time wouldn't come to Lena. Everytime she was close of telling you something happened. So she finally decide to say it to you no matter what.

She walked into the chill room, wich she knew you mostly are. You were there but you talked with Sydney. She didn't mean to overhear, but she stayed as she heard her own name out if your mouth.

"I love Lena, but i don't know how long it's going to work" Obis face fell. She doesn't want you to think like that. She wants to be with you forever. With sad face she walks away. She talks to you after your conversation with Sydney. But she stopped as she heard Sydney speaking.

"Don't say stupid shit like that. It's going to work out. You both are so smitten and follow each other like lost puppies. It makes me love sick. It's getting to the point to become disgusting."

"Yeah because your Single" you chuckle and on Obis face a smile grows.

"But i'm serious. If you leave, then there would be nothing much different. You still have me and Klara. We still be friends and pull pranks on camp or annoy Laura. Okay? You still got us and the team. We're a big family." Sydney hugs you.

'That's why' Obi realized. You're scared that if you move, your friends will turn their back on you. Obi walked away with smile. Knowing what she's about to do, calling her agent.

You were more then suprised as Lena said she will be visiting for a few days, but gadly take it. With Lena being in Munich you were happier. Sydney and Klara took notice of it and asked themselves why. But they got the answer, when Lena picks you up from training.

"Hope it wasn't too boring, being alone." You kissed Obi. After you two broke apart, you hugged her. Behind your back Sydney, Klara and Georgia made gagging faces. Lena rolled her eyes at them.

"No it wasn't, Liebling" It really wasn't. It was exhausting. She was talking with the club, her agent and the Bayern coach. All to negotiate her move to Bayern Munich.

The day she signed the contract she had mixed feelings. The tought of leaving Jule behind haunted her. But the blonde told her to go, to get her girl. It made Obi feel a bit better about it, but not fully. The other side was excitment. To be near you. To kiss you everyday. To cuddle with you. To cook with you. To do everything with you.

Before the national camp in february the romurs of Lenas move spread over. You saw it too, of course. You didn't know how to feel. There was hope, but you knew to not trust rumors. And Obi wasn't a help either. She only said that she didn't know how or why there are rumors. It broke her heart to see your face fell, just to cover it up quickly with a smile.

On the 14th february her move to Bayern will be officinal. She came to munich for the day, because of valentines. She knew you had a came on the evening, so she took you on a date for lunch. The whole day you weren't allowed to look on your phone. You wondered why and asked her. She only told you it would ruin her suprise.

After lunch in your favourite restaurant she took you to your favourite park, in wich you finally were allowed to look on your phone. You looked confussed at her but did anyway.

"Now go on insta"

"Obi what have you done?"

"Nothing" she smiles at you.

You looked on your phone your confussed look turned into shock. You looked up at Obi, who smiled slyly at you. "Suprise?"

"You fucking idiot. I love you" You run to Lena and hug her. "But why would you do that? You didn't had to"

"I know. But i love you. And Bayern didn't Sound that bad." With that she kisses you. Happy play with you next season and to in with you

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cherryxcadbury · 1 year

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11 with jude please 💖

so ik there were a lot of reqs for #11, but this was the first one I received so this will be my #11;)

2nd person pov

“Why do you have chicken in your purse?” You asked your best friend, Natalia as you both looked on at the pitch.

“Not paying for that over prices stadium shit.” Natalia explained, as she happily ate her chicken nuggets in peace while people began to fill in the seats after half time.

You two were both huge Bayern fans. So when they posted on their social media, a giveaway for two tickets up close to the pitch, it didn’t take much for you two to submit about a thousand entries. And somehow, you guys won.

The score was 0-0, against Bayern’s biggest rivals, Dortmund. In honesty, Dortmund usually tended to get thrashed by Bayern, but they were the biggest competition in the Bundesliga.

“Look! Bellingham!” People called from behind you.

You angled your head and saw as Jude Bellingham was leading the charge back from the break onto the pitch. The nineteen year old captain had even the Bayern fans in awe of him.

“I hate him but he’s hella fit.” Natalia admitted, to which you only nodded in response.

He was good yes. Okay fine. He was really good. But you considered him overrated.

“There are way more options for captains though. I don’t know why the nineteen year old is the captain.” You grumbled, honestly a bit angry because of how close Jude had gotten to assisting.

“Says the one who’s no older than nineteen. Also bro, you know he deserves to be captain. Have you seen the way he is on the field. Captain material. And I say this as a lifelong Villa and Bayern fan.” Natalia responded.

You looked to her to see a brow raised in your direction.

“You’re more competitive than half the players I swear.” Natalia laughed.

“Chicken?” She offered, holding her hand out.

You chuckled before waving her hand away.

“Second half’s about to start.” You mumbled.

“WOOOOO MIA SAN MIA!” Natalia cheered, eliciting more cheers from fellow Bayern fans.

“What does Mia San Mia even mean?” You asked her, as Dortmund made their way up the pitch.

Natalia scoffed and turned to you, “You do not deserve to be wearing that Alphonso Davies kit right now.”

“In my defense, I’m not German!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N! I am literally from fucking Ecuador, I don’t know German either but at least I know Mia San Mia! Fake fa-”

She started to say before being cut off by you. Dortmund’s offense was getting suspiciously close to the Bayern net. You were tempted to grimace as Neur was out with a knee injury, not that his replacement was bad by any means.

The stadium almost fell silent as the ball made it to Bellingham’s feet. He was successful in weaving in and out of players, before the ball was deflected. And it was coming straight at you.

Your worst nightmare. You’d love football since you were a little girl. You’d watch it all the time, with or without your family. The one thing that kept you away from live matches as a kid was potentially being hit by a ball. The thought embarrassed you to no end. And now, it was about to happen, in front of tens of thousands of people.

This was what you deserved for sitting in the front row.

“DUCK!” Natalia screamed into your ear, physically pushing you down.

Luckily the ball didn’t hit you, and went flying to the row behind you. Hitting a poor unsuspecting boy.

“Oh shit.” Natalia looked at the wailing kid sympathetically.

You also felt your heart pang in sadness for the clearly hurt boy. But you also thought it was kind of funny. He’d been kicking the back of your seat for the whole first half. And you wanted to smirk and mention karma, but you were better than that.

You grabbed the makeshift ice pack in your bag, which was really just a bag of a lot of ice you’d bought at the stadium and handed it to the boy’s mother.

“I don’t have much but this might help.” You said, placing the bag in the mother’s hands who smiled at you gratefully.

The boy also thanked you, silently calling a truce.

You and Natalia told the boy jokes to help distract him from the pain but eventually it was drowned out by cheering on your side.

“Turn around!” The injured boy gestured.

You did so and saw Jude Bellingham jogging over to your area. Hence why you could barely hear anything. You turned back to see the gleaming boy, figuring it would probably be easier if he was closer to Jude.

So, you picked the boy up and transferred him to your seat, closer to the pitch, while you climbed over to sit a row behind.

Unbeknownst to you, the kind act did not go unnoticed by Jude, who’d seen it while approaching.

“I’m sorry about that bud.” The footballer smiled apologetically, ruffling the kid’s hair.

The boy just smiled, “It’s okay. You weren’t the last one to hit it anyways.”

“You doing better now eh?” Jude smiled.

“Yeah! She helped me by giving me ice and telling me jokes.” The boy answered, gesturing to you while he spoke.

This caused Jude’s eyes to flicker towards your for a second. A smirk found its way onto his face while you started blushing red.

“Ah well your sister seems very nice.” Jude emphasised the “sister”.

The boy quirked his brow.

“She’s not my sister. She just helped me after the ball hit me.” The child explained. “Ah, should’ve figured based off of the opposing kits.” Jude replied, noticing now that you sported a Bayern kit while the child was decked out in BVB gear.

You turned to Natalia who just sat there smugly, watching it all happen.

“Don’t talk much now do you?” Jude asked you, the smirk ever so present on his face.

You wanted to stop from blushing again. But you couldn’t. Instead you had to switch the topic.

“Don’t you have a game to play smart one?” You shot back, snark in your voice as you forced him to turn back to the field where the players were still waiting.

“If I were you, I’d go back to playing now. The quicker you lose, the quicker you get this over with.” You advised.

That flared some sort of pride and fighting spirit in Jude. He smiled to himself turning to go back to the pitch.

But just before that he looked at you and said, “I’ll show you why I’m the golden boy for a reason.” before stocking off.

Within a few seconds, the game resumed.

“I swear the golden boy was Gavi.” Natalia wondered aloud.

And you couldn’t help but laugh.

Approximately 48 minutes later, the match was at a standstill 2-2. Jude had already smirked in your direction after scoring. You however didn’t return anything because what if he had a girlfriend or something that was directed towards?

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Natalia breathed as Adeyemi made his way up the field.

That boy was faster than lightning.

Adeyemi handed it off to Jude who then passed it to Gio, outside of the box. The American faked Alphonso fucking Davies and shot the ball at such an angle that no one expected a goal out of it. But it was. It was a goal indeed. You bit your lip as Dortmund players and fans alike celebrated, going insane.

You could only think to keep your head down to shield yourself from the embarrassment.

15 minutes later

Most fans had left but you and Natalia hung around to take pictures considering how close you were to the field. Your back was currently facing the pitch as Natalia stood on top a seat to get your optimal angles.

“You look so good!” Natalia smiled, clicking away.

But she stopped abruptly.

You noticed.

“Oh are we done? Should we go now?” You asked her.

“Turn.” She commanded.

You whipped you head around to see Jude Bellingham shirtless. Kit in his hand, elbows leaning against the miniature wall.

“You.” You gulped, waiting to get trashed after seeing the look on his face.

“Unfortunate that you guys lost today.” He smiled.

“Yeah well match fixing’s always a possibility. Sure you know a lot about the match fixing.”

You referenced the interview which got Jude fined in the previous year.

Jude’s smile stayed, turning into an ever present smirk.

“Touché I suppose.” Before handing you his kit.

You grasped it, before looking in disgust.

“I don’t do Dortmund kits.” You tried handing it back to him.

You were actually freaking out on the inside.

“This is a Jude Bellingham kit though.” He bit his lip as he maintained eye contact with you.

“Even worse.”

He just laughed.

“Listen sweetheart. I’d take a good look at that kit before you feed it to the dogs.”

And with that, he winked, jogging into the tunnel.

“You better fucking open that kit.” Natalia commanded, holding it up.

Both your eyes shot to something scribbled in the corner.

Call me;) 49*** *** **** -Jude

Your mouth hung wide open at this point. He was into you.

“W fucking rizz Bellingham. W rizz.” Natalia muttered.

“You’re going to be a WAG Y/N.” Natalia’s hands clamped over her mouth.

You rolled your eyes at your best friend’s wild imagination. But secretly, 99% of you, hoped that what she was saying, was true

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leennaan · 10 months

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For the anon who asked if I could write something for Klara. I hope you like this one☺️

Klara Bühl / Family Talks

You were sitting in Klaras and your living room, having a nice day with some of your friends and family.

Just enjoying the day before the both of you would be flying out to Australia for the biggest tournament of your life.

You loved these moments. You have always been a family person and you were behind happy that yours and Klaras family got on so well together. Since you two became close friends three years ago, when you both joined Bayern at the same time your family’s got to know each other often meeting up before games to watch them together.

And since you guys started dating almost a year ago everyone grew even tighter.

You were just talking to your sister when you saw your little niece came running in from the garden laughing and giggling your girlfriend coming in behind her, chasing her.

You watched as Klara grabbed her by her waist lifting her up in the air and blowing a raspberry on her stomach making the little girl laugh even more.

“Klari, stop stop that tickles, please.” Your niece laughed and you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.

Klara sat her bag down and kissed her forehead. Your niece smiled at her and hugged Klara around her waist, or more so her legs being to small to reach anything higher up before Klara crouched down to her level and rapping her own arms around the small girl.

“She is really good with her.” Said your sister, startling you slightly.

“Yeah she is.”

“You know. I think you are going to be great parents one day.”

You felt your cheeks getting warm and you tried to hide your blush by looking down.

It wasn’t the first time someone had said something like this to you or Klara. Your teammates, especially Sydney, often making a comment or two about it whenever you two were around children.

When Almuth brought her twins to the trainings camps with the national team the comments only got more. You two always being able to calm them down or getting them to laugh.

“You know. We talked about it. Becoming parents I mean.”

Klara had asked you about it one evening at camp and you had first freaked out saying that you wouldn’t be a good mum and exclaiming that you were to young and that you wanted to focus on your career. Klara had instantly calmed you down, saying that you would be a great and caring mother and that she hadn’t mean right now but maybe in the future.

“I can’t wait to see you two with your own little one running around and keeping you busy.”

Your sister smiled at your and pulling you into a warm hug.

When you looked back at your girlfriend you saw that your niece was now sitting on her lap and listening to Klara reading her a story. You watched as your niece slowly drifted asleep in your girlfriends arms. Once she was fast asleep, Klara carefully stood up, with your niece still in her arms and came over to you.

She smiled at you and sat next to you.

Pulling her into your arms you smiled down at the little girl still sound asleep.

“She is so cute” Whispered Klara to not wake her up.

You nodded slowly stroking over the little girls head.

Once Klara had come over your sister had left saying she wanted to talk to Klaras mother about something but you hadn’t really listend already to focused on your girlfriend.

“It suits you, you know. You have this special smile on your face when you are with kids.” You smiled at her and watched as she first smiled at the girl in her lap before she looked back at you. She leaned over to you, kissing you lovingly.

“Can you imagine us as parents? I know we talked about it once but everyone seems to think that we would be such great parents and I can’t help but think about it and I know it will not happen any time soon we are both in the middle of our careers but I can’t help to think about it.” Your girlfriend rambled on quietly and you had to giggle. She was just so cute whenever she was nervous about something.

“I love you. And I honestly think that we will be good at it. I mean no one is perfect and everyone makes mistake. But I think we will manage. When you first asked me I was scared but now I think we will somehow master it. Let’s just wait a bit more, yes?! I don’t think I am read just yet to have so much responsibility for such a little human being. I want to be a bit immature for now.”

Once you finished you pressed another kiss on Klaras lips and you felt your girlfriend smiled into the kiss.

“Yeah, I want to have you for myself for a bit longer.”

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pavardscherie · 1 year

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Jealous benji , fucking out the bratiness of y/n

look at you, benjamin pavard

pairing benjamin pavard & female

summary she keeps commenting about how good his teammates looked at a birthday party, and benji takes her straight to the bathroom to fuck it out of her.

warnings 18+ required, sexual content, hand around throat, little blood mentioning

izzy talks.

just saying, imagine that man railing you, destroying you completely for saying that one of his teammates is actually good looking. i’m down for it, i volunteer.

my smut writing is still a little bit odd? idk, i’m still trying my best to write a good smut scene. hope this one is kind of alright.

whiskey glass tightly in his grip, the calloused fingertips pressing strongly against the thick material. an expensive sip of bourbon awaited to be drowned, the taste creating a sudden, burning feeling in the throat while swallowing. yet, benjamin slowly swung the drink in circles, eyes glued to the woman who held a conversation with two of his teammates.

he wasn’t the jealous type, until she decided to push the buttons, he didn’t know he had. oh, joshua looks really nice tonight. i couldn’t imagine him in a suit. she informed benjamin an hour ago, before disappearing in the crowd and finding the exact person for a conversation. she was playing with fire, close to being burned by the unhealthy mixture of anger and jealousy in pavard‘s stomach.

yet, he didn’t stop her. slipping out of his tight grasp on her ways, she reminded him that she loved to ignore the warnings, he whispered in her ear. „stop flirting with my mates.“ fingertips dug into her left hip, pushing her backside closer to his chest. he wasn’t hurting her, still, he knew he would leave marks. a reminder that she belonged to him; and none other. „i don’t understand your problem, benji.“ she pouted, wiggling against his tight grip, she pressed herself against his crotch for an advantage to escape.

„i swear, if you don’t stop, i won’t make any promises anymore.“ benjamin hissed, the warm breath fanning over her exposed neck. she always knew which buttons she had to push to change the moods. but pavard could not forget about the multiple comments about his teammates. „you’re hesitating. maybe i should get back to another one your teammates. maybe they will fuck me good.“ she provoked the already, dangerous mixture of emotions in the pit of his stomach. the bratiness in her words, and the tones of fake annoyance.

„you’ll badly regret that attitude.“ teeth grazed over his chewed-up bottom lip and he quickly drowned the bourbon for another boost of confidence. fleshy fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist, benjamin pulled his girlfriend towards the staircase. "benji, what the fuck? where are you going?" she tried to free her wrist from his painful grip, but benjamin was stronger. she knew that. "to teach you a lesson." the head tilted to the side, his answer was carelessly spoken over the shoulder and louder than needed. a gaze did not follow them, the teammates too occupied with their current conversation and the booze of the alcohol.

at the top of the staircase, benjamin entered the first room on the right. a large guest bathroom, which looked way more expensive than the usual ones. manual truly earned enough money, to have at least two houses or even three.

closing the door behind them, pavard immediately locked it. he did not need his teammates to see the anger awoken inside of him. running the sweaty palms across the face, the centre back walked closer to his girlfriend. back turned to the football player, she admired the ornaments around the mirror and took a sip from the red wine glass, she carried with her.

benjamin‘s hands rested on her waist, pushing her forwards and harshly against the counter beside the sink. a surprised gasp coaxed out, she furrowed the brows. turning around wasn’t an option, she was trapped between pavard‘s towering figure and the counter. the only way to see him was through the reflection in the mirror. yet, benjamin didn’t glance at her while hiking the hem of her dress up.

the red, lacy thong disappeared between her round ass cheeks, the color a beautiful contrast to her skin. a groan slipped out of his mouth at the delicious sight. running the palm over the curves, benjamin glanced at the mirror. she had the lids closed, bathing in the sensation of his sensitive touch. mischief tugged on the corner of his mouth, a smirk spreading over the face.

drawing his hand back, he slapped her the right check with a small amount of force. yelping in surprise, she tried to stand up. angered by the actions, she desired to question the intentions. but benjamin thought faster. a hand sprawled out on the small of her back, he pushed against her and held her in the position. „don’t.“ benjamin growled, repeating the slapping to her left cheeks. small red dots formed on her skin, a light reminder of what happened behind closed doors.

„what’s your problem?“ she protested, feeling the stinging in both cheeks. throughout the months, benjamin has been always gentle, never left marks on other places than her hips. but this was different, it was much rougher. „i’m fucking out that attitude.“

he wasn’t looking at her anymore, his eyes focused on her ass. calloused fingers spread the cheeks, and pulled the thin underwear to the side. a small spot drenched in arousal proved that she enjoyed the roughness more than she admitted. dipping his fingers lower, the wetness pooled between her clenched legs and welcomed his touch. „benjamin, stop. they could hear us!“ she tried to protest again, but met the deaf ears of her boyfriend.

„not like you cared when you wanted to seduce kimmich.“ benjamin chuckled deeply, the long fingers running over her clit. seconds of touch was enough to turn her into a whimpering, needy mess. leaning forward, his chest pressed against her back, he repeated the movement of his fingers. slowly stroking over her clit. "no, mon amour. you don't deserve the easy way out of this."

the muttered words were almost a threat, a warning about what he has planned as a punishment. bliss melted from her face, leaving behind a somber fear of what awaited her. "benjamin.." she trailed off, the words heavy but the tone extremely gentle. shaking his head, the mischievous glint in the deep brown of his eyes drove her absolutely wild. she could feel a warm jolt of desire, burning in her core, underneath the traces of his fingertips.

leaning back in position, benjamin's hands retreated from her figure for merely seconds to open the zipper. pants and briefs pulled down slightly - only enough to free his erection from the fabric prison. „that fucking bratiness..“ benjamin growled, not wasting another second and pushing his dick into her wet hole. pleasure infiltrated by the pain of being stretched out all at once, without feeling his scissoring finger. a deep moan trembled out of her parted lips, the lids closed to bath in the moment of bliss.

one hand placed on her waist, his left hand brushed the long strands over her shoulder. calloused fingers snug around her neck, wrapping around her throat. tightly, but not enough to decline the breathing. „punishment.“ the football player muttered, drawing his hips back until only the reddened tip was left inside of her. before she had a chance to react, benjamin‘s hips collided with her marked ass in a hard and deep thrust.

balls smacked against her clit, the arousal dropped down the insides of her thighs. she did not want to enjoy the punishment. but resistance was an unexisting word with her lover‘s dick deep inside of her. rough always became their escape route to the usual, romantic and slow hours in bed. she couldn’t complain, he always made her feel like swaying in heaven. the sound of skin hitting against one each others flooded and echoed through the tiled bathroom.

benjamin‘s thrusts were perfectly angled, hitting her g-spot over and over again. the bottom lip captured between his teeth, his darkened orbs focused on the way his dick easily slipped in and out of her warmth. swallowing the deep groans, the erotic sight caused a difficulty to keep a steady rhythm.

still, he never came before her. benjamin needed the intense pulsating around his cock, her walls holding him tightly inside of her and milking the cum.

his thrust were hard, pressing her hip bones stronger against the marble counter with each movement. blue marks would be left as a reminder around her stomach.

a loud, breathy moan left her mouth as benjamin pulled her chest towards him, arching her back. a position to reach deeper spots. a chance to increase the roughness of his thrusts. „you’re so beautiful when you’re fucked out.” face nuzzled into the mess of hair, the groans were silenced by the thickness of the strands. glancing at the mirror, he applied more pressure on her throat. “look at you.”

lids opened to follow the demands, the pupils dilated as a tear rolled down her cheek. a trail of mascara left on her red-tinted skin, the water gathered in the corners of her eyes. lipstick faded on her bottom lips, a reminder of how often her teeth chewed on the soft skin to keep quiet. “will you be a good girl for the rest of the night?” he muttered, punctuating his question with a particular hard thrust.

she whimpered, the quivering bottom lip pushed out. trapped between bliss and pain, she drifted deeply into the pleasure. hands holding on to the counter, the glass already laid on the floor. red wine left stains on the beige carpet, and she knew, manuel would question the origin. “i said, will you be a good girl for the rest of the night?” benjamin stopped his thrust, squeezing her windpipe tighter for barely a second.

“y-yes.” she coaxed out, and benjamin’s hand immediately loosened to allow the inhaling and exhaling again. after all, he didn’t want her to faint from the lack of oxygen. “then be a good girl, and cum for me.”

she did not recognize if the pace of his hips increased to a godly speed, or if his whispered demands ignited another burning sensation in the pit of her stomach. a familiar tingling, a sensation that made her legs tremble from the intensity. head fell forward, the lids closed and the mouth widely open. moans, loud and quiet ones, in different octaves left her throat, the waves of bliss washing over her. “benjamin.” she repeated over again between the labored breaths.

her walls fluttered around his dick, tightly wrapping him up with warmth and pushing him into the bliss of his own orgasm. whimpers and whines filled the bathroom. but benjamin’s sounds were simple, a deep growl and muttered ‘fucks’ as he painted the insides of her pussy in a milky white.

heavy and warm breaths mixed in the thick air around them, the hasty breaths floated as the only leftover sounds through the bathroom. a dark apple-red covered the span of her cheeks, mascara smeared around the eyes from the intensity of emotions. taking a step back from the heat of her soft skin, benjamin pulled himself out of her and tugged his dick away. arousal flooded down the insides of her thigh, mixed with the white spurts of him.

calloused fingertips stroke over her leg, the reminder of their orgasms carefully wiped away. but he wasn’t going to waste it, as his long digits found the still stretched out pussy, and pushed the remains back inside before placing the thin lace panties over her clit and between her ass cheeks again.

“better not waste any of the precious stuff.”

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traumendwoso · 2 months

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Bayern/Gerwnt Masterlist

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mokwkhaltk · 11 months

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Y'all idk xhat tiltle should i give this but read it and give it one

Phone in hand, one eye on the phone the other on the field, stress level at its top. Minute 81 Dortmund is winning the title that minutes ago was there’s and what’s making her angry is that he isn’t playing yet why is he still benched when he is obviously the solution his long legs can score a winning goal, just as she was thinking about him he was warming up getting ready to get on the field.

"Finally" she breathed out

Not even 5 minutes into the game and he scored the winning goal, the crowd started roaring, the stadium went crazy, SHE went crazy jumping up and down and screaming on top of her lungs and that caught his attention, he recognized her, that smile was unforgettably shining from within the thousands of people, it's crazy that he noticed her, he was happy he did, she's the girl he gave his shirt to a while ago and she was wearing it, that made his heart flutter.

It was by far the most stressfull experience she had lived because even tho there game finished dortmunds was still going ans at any second they could score and win the tiltle.

After what felt like eternity, the final whistle came and everyone was celebrating, happiness arose he came runninh her wa, for a sec she thought he was going to emerge through the crowd and get to her. But that's not what happened, but he kept the eye contact, one look on these soulful eyes and he knew there was no coming back, one single lool from her burning straight into his soul, same goes for her his eyes were mesmerising to her a mystery that she wanted to solve.

moments later, after giving the players the medals and holding The Bundesliga Meisterschale he came towards her way again.

"meet me outside" he mouthed

For once she thought she was dreaming but he kept looking at her waiting for an answer.

She nodded"okay" holding a thumbs up and smiling softly at him, a smile that made his heart melt intirely.

He went outside in a rush he didn't even celebrate properly with his team mates.

He found her waiting for him in his shirt, beautiful sight to see.

When she saw him coming her way smiling she felt all fuzzy and warm a feeling of comfort.

For a moment they just sat there in silence looking at each other, until he decided to break the silence.

"Uh... You waited"

She giggled"well you asked me to and i mean if the jamal musiala told you to wait for him wouldn't you"

" i guess i would never know giving he wouldn't ask me"

" oh yeah and why's that"

"because from what I've heard he only asks pretty girls like you" he said while giving her a joyfull smile.

It made her blush

"let's take a walk" he suggested

And they walked side by side there shoulders almost touching both feeling happy and relaxed the sun was on their skin, and they both felt the gentle breeze as it danced around their faces. They exchanged words and had a very lively conversation it was a great moment for them and their emotions were reflected on their eyes.

They both felt their hearts pound against their chests as they made eye contact, and their cheeks felt fluttering as they smiled and giggled at each other.

It was an amazing moment of intimacy for them, and they both felt a strong connection with each other when suddenly she stopped on her track he turned confused.

"can i give you a hug?" she whispered

He was stunned because she caught him off guard

"i mean i understand if you don't want to i just feel the need to hug you, i kinda feel proud of you"

As he opened his arms for her a soft smile found her way to his face his eyes almost watering, never in his life someone said such a thing to him.

As they hugged they felt a deep connection and closeness to each other. Hearts touching.

It was tinder, gentle, but mostly filed with love and affection.

When they pulled apart they knew that surely they belonged to each other.

"you did amazing today, you know i was sure that you were the key" she said

" really" he chuckled " well, thank you for your faith mam, you did amazing aswell"

She laughed a laugh that now was his favorite sound

"me ? How did i do amazing"

" you came all the way to support us and you came wearing my shirt that i gave you" je answered with a smirk.

She was surprised that he still remembers "you remember" - "of course, how come anyone forget you, your lovely face and your cheery smile, you radiate a special kind of energy.

Was he leaning in or was it just the dizziness on her system, that we'll never know because his phone rang.

"there asking for me, more celebrations"

"yes, of course, I understand "

"Can I have your number? "he said, a scared tone in his voice.

She lit up and smiled reassuring him giving her number.

Before each of the gets in their prepared ways he said to her

" Can I please get another hug"

And they hugged each of them taking the other scent to keep a memory.

"Until next time" he said with a wink

" Until next time" she answered

Thanks y'all for reading love you <3

#jamal musiala #football blurb #football imagine #footballer imagine #fc bayer munich #jamal musiala one shot #footballer imagines #football masterlist #jamal musiala x reader #bayern münchen #bundesliga

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writtingsomestuff · 10 months

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Hii I have a request for Jamal Musiala, maybe him and the reader get into an argument and he makes her cry and she leaves the house and his all worried and goes out and looks for her (ending in fluff? )

Loved your last Jamal fic 💓

A day to forget - Jamal Musiala

Jamal Musiala x fem!reader

Warnings: None, I guess

Hello! I am so sorry for being late but I am in the middle of my finals.

Hope you like it tho! xx

“Sorry, sorry, sorry...” at this point, he lost the number of times he apologized, “Look, I didn’t mean that, at all. I swear I didn’t-”

“You didn’t? Why did you say it, then?” Your eyes were red of how much you cried. Both of you were in the middle of the salon, of your best friend’s apartment.

(Earlier this morning)

Jamal was angry and furious about everything. The team wasn’t at the best moment and he couldn’t do anything about it, he was distracted and every little thing could irritate him, every single one. Months have passed since you started to live together, however, you were stressed and occupied with your finals.

He just finished cleaning your bedroom, the bathroom and the guest room when he made his way to the living room. He cleaned to distract himself from overthinking, a tip recommended by Goretzka.

He couldn’t believe his eyes when he arrived there. You were sitting on the floor, in front of the table. The computer was in the middle of the table, millions of sheets everywhere; in the sofas, some under the chairs, others in the big table, and two of the were even next to the TV. Moreover, there were two bowls of food next to the computer.

“What’s this?” He asked trying to maintain his calm

“Oh babe, I’m so sorry but I just need to finish this assignment by tonight and I am so stressed, but I promise that I will clean once I finish” You quickly got up and made your way to him

“It seems as if a hurricane has passed” He said in a cold tone

You let out a small laugh as you thought he was kidding, “I promise” you approached him to put soft kiss his cheek, but he quickly turned away from you. It hurt, really, it felt like a stake in your heart, he never refused your hugs, nor your cuddles let alone your kisses

“Jamal...” your voice sounded weak, you hated it but you couldn’t hide it. True, you were occupied, busy and stressed but you weren’t dumb and you knew that he was distancing himself not only from you, from the whole world.

“Why do you have to be so messy? I mean you could study in a more proper way” he said without looking at you.

“Jamal I said I’ll clean it”

“You’re always a mess y/n, you could- I don’t know be more polite, study like a normal person, no need to throw your things everywhere” he still didn’t look at your eyes

You could feel your anger heating up. You weren’t very patient and that’s own of your flaws, however, he was being unfair and irrational.

“Jamal, stop I-” you started to say calmly

“No y/n, you need to be more polite, you are enough old to act like this!” he let out, and you couldn’t believe it

“Jamal seriously you either calm down or this is not going to end well” you tried to look at him in his eyes but no, he didn’t

“I really regret living with you”

That was it. That. Those six words, six damned words.

“I honestly- I don’t even know what to say!” you started and there was no turning back, “if you are going through a bad moment well, I am sorry but I can’t do anything about it! I tried to give you some space and time for you because I knew you needed it, but now, you fucked up so bad… so bad. You don’t have the right to come at me and relief your stress over me, alright? I don’t deserve this… I really don’t!” you screamed releasing the anger from your body “I am leaving to Claire’s, you can clean up this and live with your tidy house” you kicked the sheets on your way and quickly made your way to you shared bedroom

(Now)

“I didn’t want to, okay?” he tried to touch your arm, but you immediately refused “I am just so… I am a mess and I really shouldn’t have said you didn’t deserve it, I was an idiot and I am very sorry”

You looked at him, in his eyes. There he was, there was Jamal, his eyes were full of honesty and repentance

“Forgive me?” he asked with a small smile, and you couldn’t stop yours

“Yes” you hugged him tightly as he kissed your head and your cheeks repeatedly.

“Please, don't cry anymore” he wiped softly your tears

Any comments about my writing are welcome. Thanks for reading!

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Leon Goretzka [NSFW Alphabet]

A/N: Good afternoon fellow girls and gays~ Today is Leon's birthday and to celebrate it, yes here we have ✨Smut✨ I present unto you Leon's NSFW alphabet with all my spicy Headcanons for Bayern's resident thot daughter. Hope you like it <3

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

He would be the one to enjoy the view, if he is on top of you, loves to see his work, your body covered in small sweat drops, blushed, and with cute marks of love bites. Then with a smile full of affection asks you if you need anything and how are you feeling, proceeding to give you a kiss and cuddle next to you.

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

Due to his hard physical training, his chest and arms are strong and defined, being a perfect view while being under him. He loves your thighs, especially when he is grabbing them to hold you against him, your legs locked around his waist. Secretly wants you to sit on his shoulders to feel them around his head.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

One of his favorite views is how his cum pools in your abdomen when he finishes outside, loving how in a way you're his and his only, that picture being exclusive to his eyes. After that, he will be careful to clean you up, if possible with a warm towel.

D = Dom/Sub (are they more dominant or submissive in bed?)

He loves to dominate you, making sure you know who you belong to, even sometimes telling you to say it in the middle of making love. Of course everything with any boundaries or limits of your preference, he would never hurt you in any shape or form.

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

He may be experienced but even he has some questions sometimes, mostly regarding your body and how specific things make you feel, but you notice when he's shy to ask you so he's relieved when you take the initiative in those kinds of topics.

F = Favorite position (self-explanatory)

He can't pick just one, but one that's close to being his favorite is he being behind you while you being all on fours, sometimes your head against the bed. He adores how your back curves to rise your lower back to take him whole.

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

He has this serious mood while being on top of you but If you make any joke or something weird happens (ex: while you're both into it and the phone rings or he's unable to unbutton your shirt so he has to admit defeat and let you do it) he smiled and even laughs at his failure of keeping the serious and seductive aura.

H = Horny (how they let you know they want to have sexy times)

Depends on where you are. If you're at his place, some kisses and touches would be enough to let you know he wants you in his bed, but If he's at the club or you're somewhere else some spicy texts would get the job done, also one or two pics wouldn't hurt either.

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

When the moment is up for some sweet lovemaking, it may be because there is a special date, an anniversary, or just a lazy afternoon that needs extra affection. There, he wants to make you feel loved and special. Kisses, holding you close to him, and comfortable positions under the blankets are the best parts apart from the soft love you's whispered in your ear while he enters you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You'd rather touch him, but If you're far from each other, there's nothing that a video call can't solve. Loves watching you undress for him while he starts to touch himself in his hotel room. You can spend the whole night telling how much you need and desire each other.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Is very much into the Dominant kink, liking the restraints and teasing side of it. Most of the time he is the one who likes giving, touching you, making you feel good, and knowing exactly what you like. Wants you to feel comfortable while he takes charge of the situation and lets you feel loved and cherished.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Has discovered a liking to having sex with you in the shower, going for another round while cleaning you up. It gives him the opportunity to touch your whole body, using his hands everywhere, and last but not least, likes to dry you with the towel and brush your hair afterward.

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

He normally has a high sex drive when he's around you so giving him extra motivation is going to guarantee you a passionate night. You may surprise him with a new set of lingerie or a different toy to try, even with a new sex position or moaning his name while being touched by him.

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

Nothing that implies making you uncomfortable, grossed, or scared. He has very clear that a relationship is for two, not for only one's pleasure.

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

Has a preference for giving and is very, very skilled. Knows exactly where to use his tongue, and where and how you like it. Your taste arouses him a lot, and also the sweet sounds you make when he swirls his tongue exactly where he knows you'll orgasm.

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

Depends on the mood you're both on. When you're especially sensitive, he will do it slow and sensual, teasing you and wanting to hear you beg for him to fuck you harder, faster, how much you need him.

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

A quickie before going to train is perfect to get his day going, being able to taste and touch the love of his life in the morning. It could be without taking off your clothes, using his hands to lower your clothes just enough to get the job done.

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

The adrenaline of the risks you may offer him are something he really likes, may it be something in a public place or a new kink you are interested in trying.

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

Another of the pros of his physical training is his stamina to go all night long if you're up to it, usually not getting exhausted over one or two rounds. Also, he knows how to extend the night so you're not done after coming only once or twice.

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

The toys he likes to use are mainly restraining ones that he'd use in you. If you want to experiment with other ones he is more than open to please you. A rather cute fun fact is that he would be too shy to enter a physical sex shop, so he is good with online shopping.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is one of his favorite things, may it be physical, with soft touches and kisses over your body, or when you're not with him, sending you texts or pictures from the locker room and with few clothes to tell you what his plans in bed are with you tonight.

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

He likes you being vocal, also while being dominant with you would tell or ask you things like "Tell me how much are you enjoying it" and "Moan for me, baby". He is not so loud himself, his breathing and gasps are the only sounds he makes, well, sometimes if the moment is very special you've achieved to draw soft moans from him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

He's very sensitive himself, so if you want to tease him with your mouth, or touch him under his clothes, be prepared for a very turned-on man that will take you by your wrists and shove his tongue into your mouth while grinding his still-clothed erection against you.

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

A very well-built body. You have the pleasure of having a sculptured view to enjoy. Leon knows you like it so while training likes to tease you with a selfie of himself, sweaty and only in his shorts, pulling them down slightly so his hip bones and the skin below are visible enough.

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

His sex drive is at its top point when you haven't seen each other in a while, maybe while he is busy with several pieces of training or interviews before an important game, so after everything is done and he can finally rest at home, he would be more than glad to let his body show you how much he missed you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Likes to make sure you're comfortable and that you don't need anything before falling asleep, usually he is not that sleepy afterward so has the time to take care of you before exhaustion takes over him.

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lokilow-keystabbing · 1 year

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Happy 37th birthday to the love of my life.

#I don't know what my life would look like with out him in it.#Sounds dramatic ik but Manu made me experience a kind of happiness within that I didn't know was even possible.#happy birthday Manu all the love and kisses #imagine his birthday suprise being him back #ahaha unless👀#fc bayern #bayern munich #bayern münchen #manuel neuer #Bayern

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blackgirlwhowrites2k23 · 2 days

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A/N: Inconsistency is my middle name💀. But here’s this idea that came to my mind that I just HAD to write. Also sorry if the emojis look terrible, I wrote some of this on my phone, some on my iPad and then the rest on my computer so the format is kinda crazy.

Summary: You’re a well renowned actress and bachelorette that many have been trying to get at. Unfortunately, you never gave them the time of day. Until, someone comes along.

Possible Continuation: This may (emphasis on may because you know me💀) be a part of series I’m planning on doing. If not, I'll just come back and delete this paragraph and pretend nothing happened.

You have one message from...(Jamal Musiala)

Part 1:

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fan1 WOW. WOW. WOW.

fan2 W actress >>>>

zendaya Words cannot describe how proud I am of you 🥹❤️❤️❤️

↪️yourusername Love you loads🥹💕💕

fan1 Did I mention WOWWWW😍😍

fan3 Ok, but who’s doing it like Y/N. 3 Back to Back,!?!?! Literally making history🥳😍😍😩

fan4 Y’all peep all the athletes in her likes and comments. I wonder how many are in her dms👀🫣

↪️fan5 Shiiittt. Im in them too!!😭😭💯💯

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skaijackson YUP!! I know that’s right!!💁🏾‍♀️👸🎉🎉

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Yourusername: Party, afterparty, after party🥳🎉

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Judebellingham: 😍😍

↪️random1_Hey Jude??🤨...

random2: The way both Jude and Jamal started following her at about the same time.

↪️random3: Real ones know he's been lurking for a fat minute now!!

↪️random2: Guess I'm not a real one. Who?

↪️random3: Mr. Jude Victor Bellingham

↪️random4: And she's liked some of his pics, even though they don't follow eachother. Looks like Musiala already lost LOL

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The weight of exhaustion presses down on you as you sink into the comfort of your bed. It's been a relentless week, filled with auditions, interviews, and movie filming sessions. The tranquility of your bedroom offers a brief respite from the chaos that typically surrounds your life.

But of course, that doesn't last forever.

Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. You debate ignoring it, anyone texting at this time falls into one of two categories—people who are wayy too thirsty for their own good and miserable haters. For some reason tonight, perhaps out of boredom or a faint hope for something different, you decide to check.

You received one instagram notification from JamalMusiala10

The name doesn't immediately register with you since it's so late and your mind is still heavy with sleep, but you open the message anyway.

You groan inwardly, already regretting your decision to open the message. Jamal Musiala—the famous soccer player that plays for that German team? Bayern? You only recently got into football, so there was still much for you to learn but you're pretty sure that's who he is. You'll stalk his socials tomorrow.

For now, though, what could he possibly want from you? It's 2 in the morning. Again, he's either wayyyy too thirsty or maybe he's a possible hater?

How's it hanging?!?!?

This boy can NOT be serious.

You can't help but stifle a laugh at his attempt at casual banter. Is he a middle-aged white dad?

Wayy too thirsty it is! Never fails.

To be continued…..

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russos-ventitre · 7 months

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georgia stanway x reader | memories from the dark room 🫧

✘ summary: georgia surprises you with a reusable film camera so the two of you can make cute memories together

✘ warnings/tags: tooth-rotting fluff, film date

✘ words: 982

a/n: there isnt enough love for george so im fixing that now, also sorry its short

You sat comfortably in your shared flat, having a late tea in the kitchen as you heard keys jingling outside your door.

"Babe! I'm home! And I've brought presents!" Georgia shouted as she locked the door.

"Presents?" You questioned, pulling her into a tight hug and burying your face in her neck.

The midfielder's arms came around your waist pulling you closer as she pressed a kiss to your head.

"Yeah!" She replied excitedly. "You're gonna love it, babe!"

The two of you pulled away from the hug, you finally noticing the shopping bag dangling from her wrist. Your eyes followed her hands as she pulled out two reusable Kodak film cameras for the pair of you, both in your respective favourite colours. Your heart melted at the sight, previously mentioning before how you were gaining an interest in photography ever since you got your hands on her FujiFilm X100V, never looking back since. Throughout your monthly anniversaries, she would get you photography-related presents, one of them being your precious instant film camera and another being a custom keychain with pictures of the two of you made out of an old film roll. It was small gestures like that, that made your heart swoon for the short brunette.

"George!" You squealed, pulling her into another hug, this time peppering her now flush cheeks with little pecks.

The two of you rushed into the living room, you struggled to contain your excitement, your legs bouncing as you watched Georgia carefully insert the rolls of film into the cameras, handing over yours first. It was your first time shooting on film, only ever shooting digitally on Georgia's camera and your Evo or using your Evo for instant film shots, so you were buzzing with adrenaline.

You held the new toy in your hands ready to test drive it, watching as the brunette shifted herself closer to you, showing you how to properly hold it and not block the lens.

"So if you grab it like this.." She stuck her tongue out, a concentrated look painting her face. "..yeah.. like that, then you should be good to go. This dial here is how you wind your film.. this switch here is how you turn on your flash.. and this button here is your shutter."

You smiled at her through the entire explanation, knowing pretty much everything she said but allowing her to go ahead and teach you anyway, it made you happy watching her so who were you to stop her.

"Can we shoot some film today?" You asked quietly, biting your lower lip, hoping that she wouldn't deny your request.

"Actually I was hoping we could go out into town and take some pictures together... that's kinda why I bought them." She admitted sheepishly, fidgeting with the sleeves of her England hoodie.

The two of you strolled your way through your neighborhood, hand-in-hand, lightly swinging them about as you walked into town. As you walked through the markets Georgia would point out things to you that she deemed 'good photo spots', guiding you to a good standing position and standing behind you to help you take the pictures. It was sweet, it was soft, and you very much enjoyed the feeling of your girlfriend's biceps around you as her hands were on top of yours, helping you stablise and take some shots. You occasionally turning your head to the side mid-photo and placing a quick peck on her cheeks as her face leaned over your shoulder.

"Are you gonna take any, Gee?"

"Y-Yeah.. just wanna help you first.. that's all." She blushed, rubbing the back of her neck.

The midfielder took a step back, watching in awe as you proceeded to take the next few shots of some of the flowers at one of the stalls, noticing how a particular bouquet had your attention. When you weren't looking Georgia talked to one of the workers at the flower stall, asking for that specific bouquet that you were admiring.

Unknowingly, you continued to wind up your film and snap more pictures of your surroundings, feeling a light tap at your shoulder after your 26th exposure.

You turned around to see your girlfriend holding that same bouquet you were admiring. You happily took the flowers from her, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "You're adorable, Gee."

The two of you continued strolling throughout the market, taking more pictures of cute things and being madly in love with each other. You caught Georgia taking a few sneaky pictures of you whilst the two of you wandered about, blushing every time you saw the flash in your peripherals.

"I'll make sure to send our rolls off to that developing company first thing tomorrow, babe." The brunette replied, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as the two of you walked back home before it got too dark.

A Few Days Later..

"[y/n/n]! Our film is here!" Georgia shouted from the front door, having retrieved the parcel with your prints.

She hurriedly opened up the box, finding two rolls of negatives, all of your photos printed out, and two CDs with the digitals.

"They're beautiful." You sighed, happy that your first time shooting on film was a complete success, thanks to your love.

Georgia smiled at you, seeing that you were satisfied with the prints. "We could make a little scrapbook with them. Have a little scrapbook dedicated to all our dates."

"Yeah?" Your eyes met hers, seeing how her features softened when she looked into yours.

"Yeah." She hummed, leaning close to press a delicate kiss to your lips, your hand coming to cup her face.

The two of you made it a habit, from now on, to always bring film cameras wherever you went, adding more magic to your memories. It was simple yet beautiful and you couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else.

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stanwaygeorgia only bc youre cute :)))

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#georgia stanway #georgia stanway x reader #woso #woso fanfics #engwnt x reader #woso x reader #england women #woso community #woso imagine #woso imagines #georgia stanway imagine #fc bayern munich

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youandiwerealive · 12 days

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Introduction and Masterlist

Hey babes, just figured out that it was time for me to kinda introduce myself in this blog?

So! My name is Bea (she/her), and I’m 24 years old.

I created this side blog because I’m obsessed with football and I love writing, so I figured I could share some of my thoughts with y’all.

I’m a Sporting CP fan since I was born, but I also follow Real Madrid, Manchester City, Liverpool, Real Betis, Bayern Munich and Paris Saint-Germain.

I’m Portuguese, so obviously I have a crazy obsession with Rúben Dias, but my inbox is open and I’m ready to hear your thoughts on another teams and players! Requests are also open, so feel free to come share your ideas and suggestions with me 😌

As I said, this is a side blog, my main is @youmademyheartsurrender (whole different fandom, don’t ask 😭), so if you follow me and get a follow from that blog, hi! It’s me 👋🏼

MASTERLIST

#thoughts about football players #football imagines #football fanfic #ruben dias #sporting cp #Liverpool #Manchester city #Man City #real betis #betis #sporting #fc bayern #bayern munich #psg #paris saint germain #real madrid #introduction

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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red card - b.pavard

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requested: y

pairing: Benjamin pavard x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of oral + mentions of nudity

a/n: I was only given that the reader is comforting him but nobody said how ;) + calling him Ben because Benjamin is a lot to write each time 😅

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

you didn’t need to know much about football to know a red card meant ejection, and it also meant he had to miss the next game.

you’re not sure how it all started out, but Ben was going ballistic over a stupid call and got himself a yellow card early on in the game. you could practically hear him swearing at the refs from the pitch. his teammates telling him to just let it go, but knowing ben he couldn’t. it was going to upset him the whole game.

Bayern münchen was down by one goal in the second half, and were in desperate need to even the game, but that’s when ben tripped another player on accident, and the player was down for more than two minutes causing the EMT to bring out the stretcher, and ultimately that was what got ben his ejection.

you watched him plop down on the bench next to his teammates still screaming about the call and how it was “unfair” and you’d have to hear about it all rest of the evening. not to mention, you’d have to watch the next game at home with him for his punishment, which was sometimes even worse than receiving the red card.

you got up from the stands deciding you couldn’t stay any longer and watch his tantrum. it was almost embarrassing, to sit around the other wives and girlfriends knowing your boyfriend couldn’t handle or control his emotions. not a single one of them bided you a farewell because their eyes were glued to the disaster, your boyfriend, in front of them.

you rushed home to catch the rest of the match on your television knowing the commentators were having a field day with Ben, and rightfully so, he was feeding into the energy. your eyes could hardly move from the screen that you had no idea when the game was over. the camera moved in on Ben, as you watched his eyes search for you in the crowd. you knew going home early was another thing he’d complain to you about.

sighing, you decided to get ready for Ben’s arrival home. if you knew anything about him, there was only a couple of things that could get him to shut up about his frustration and let you take over. so with that in mind, you grabbed the lacy set you saved for an occasion like this throwing it on underneath your clothes, and getting into bed to try to occupy the time before he came home.

it wasn’t long until he was home. the door slammed shut behind him and you could hear him drop his bags at the front door. he moved throughout every room to try and find you. he really needed someone to help calm him down, and there was no better than you. you were always able to help clear his mind and let go of the things that were not making him happy, so when he finally found you in bed with nothing on it took him for a surprise.

“what did I do to deserve this?” the tension in his shoulders released as he dropped them, finally feeling able to relax at the sight of you. he crawled onto the bed and right into your chest where you happily wrapped your arms around him.

“I just want to make you feel better, baby, that’s all.” you pressed a kiss to his temple running your hands up and down his chest, pulling the material of his shirt until it was over his head and tossed to the side.

“well I’m all yours.” he sat up, allowing you position yourself on top of him, before he laid back down against the mattress watching you take off his sweatpants. your finger tips ran up and down his bulge earning a sweet moan from him.

your fingers pulled the band of his underwear down revealing his big cock to you. smirking to yourself, you took the tip in your mouth earning a gasp to escape his lips. the act caught him by surprise. of all the times you’ve ever had sex, you never wanted to try oral, and with this being your first time you were a natural to him.

you swirled your tongue over his cock feeling him stiffen underneath you, his breath hitched at every flick he could barely take it. he naturally felt his hands begin to dig into your skull at each movement your tongue made.

“I’m right there.” you heard him breath out, and just as his sentence hit the air, your mouth was met with his cum, you heard him let out a sigh of pleasure while his body began to relax.

“feel better?” you asked sitting on one of his thighs, his hands gripping pink lacy material at your hips. he was taking mental pictures of you on his thigh sitting there all pretty, batting your eyelash and flipping your hair from side to side.

he pulled you into his bare chest pressing a kiss to your hair, “much better, amour.”

“no more getting red cards please.”

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