#Robin Le Normand

[ugartecoco]

[pedripics]

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[melanieph321]

Can you please write more of Robin Le Normand fluff,smut anything that man is not appreciated enough🥲

Of course, love ❤️

Robin Le Normand x Reader - Break Up Sex

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It's so nasty 🤭

When Reader and Robin go through an ugly break up, that can only end in one way.

Enjoy!

"How long have you felt this way?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, for how long have you thought about breaking up?"

He had changed. Both you and Robin had changed during your years together. And when he finally got pick up to play with Real Sociedad's first team, that's when the two of you really grew apart.

"I cheated on you, Robin. Isn't that a good enough reason for us to break up?"

It wasn't your proudest moment, and in your defense, you were drunk and sad on your birthday. Your birthday, which Robin forgot. Hooking up with his teammate was the biggest mistake of your life. However, owning up to it was the right thing to do.

"You made a mistake, Y/N. There's no reason why we should...."

"But you don't want me, Robin!"

The room fell silent. Robin sat before you in a chair while you were on the bed, arms wrapped around your legs. He seemed to think carefully about what to say next, not wanting to lose control. But for once, why couldn't he just lose control?

"You don't want me, Robin. At least not like you wanted me before."

"I'm not sure. I know what you mean?"

"Sex Robin. We don't fuck anymore."

His eyes widened, a slight blush to his cheeks.

"And somedays go by without you kissing me. Do you know how that makes me feel not to be touched? It makes me feel disgusting and unwanted. You make me feel disgusting and unwanted, Robin. "

"So you cheated on me?" He stood. Robin stood but did not seem to know where exactly to go.

"Yes, I cheated on you. It was a mistake, but..."

"With who?" He stood back regarding you like the despicable human being that you were.

"What does it matter, Robin? What's done is done. "

"You told me that it was with one of my teammates. But with whom exactly?"

You shook your head. "It doesn't matter."

"It does to me. TELL ME WHO!"

You flinched, the motion rattling the mattress below you. "Robin." You rose to your feet approaching him slowly.

"Stay back." He shook his head. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

It was inevitable. Through the highs of falling in love to the lows of falling out of it, your relationship had at one point turned toxic. As toxic as it could be when there was no pleasure involved.

"I'll get my things." You said and made your way out of the room. However, Robin lunged towards you, grabbing your wrist, forcing you to face him.

"Robin." You gasped. The desperation, it was very uncharacteristic of him. Same thing for the tears in his eyes.

"Was he better than me?" His hand trembled holding onto your wrist.

"What?"

"Don't act stupid. Ander, was he better than me in bed? Is that what this is about?"

"Y...you knew?"

"That you fucked that idiot, of course. How could you expect a guy like to keep his mouth shut. He is a disgrace of a player and even more so of a man. But perhaps that's what turns you on these days."

It was a valid reaction to slap him. There was no doubt that Robin saw it coming as he squinted his eyes with the impact, the impact that left a mark on his right cheek. You went for a second round. However, Robin was quick and caught you in the motion, pinning your hands above your head, backing you up against the wall.

"I hate you." You hissed.

"No, you don't. You love me, which makes it even harder for you to let me go."

"Robin, let me go."

He shook his head. "I can't. I love you."

You fought him, and he fought to keep you pinned against the wall, arms above your head, his leg between your thighs.

"Robin." You whispered. "Let. Me. Go."

His lowered his head to the crook of your neck, his lips against the lobe of your ear. "No. I want to fuck you."

You sighed. Robin's knee edged closer between your legs, up your naked thighs.

"I want to fuck you. Hard and fast."

"Robin...please." You were begging him to let you go. To let you leave and move on. But at the same time, his voice, his touch...it's all you ever wanted.

His breath was hot against your skin and your face. When he pressed his lips against yours, it felt like the stars in the sky had plunged right through you, allowing you to feel the greatest force of nature, gravity, to edge you closer to him. To Robin and the way his hand had slid down your stomach and up your skirt.

"God, Robin."

"You like that don't you?"

"Yes."

You were in a dase. Robin's fingers traced along the lace of your panties, his knuckles knocking against your folds.

"You're wet." He pulled back, lips plump from kissing. "You're already wet for me."

You wanted to tell him to wipe that fucking grin off his face, however, all you could do was nod you head. With the heavy pulse between your legs all you wanted was for him to touch you, anywhere, anyhow.

"Can I use two fingers?"

"Stop asking for permission and fuck me already."

He chuckled, voice rough and seductive. Nevertheless, he did as you pleased, inserting two fingers where it ached the most.

"Fuck." You eyes squinted with the seamless sensation. You had to grab onto his shoulders not to lose your footing as his fingers edged deeper inside of you.

"Don't be shy, baby, tell me how much you need this."

"I need this." You cried.

"Louder, I can't hear you."

"I need this, Robin! Please...I need you."

It stopped. With abrut motion, all movement inside you stopped.

"You need me?" His gaze was narrow, staring you down as if he demanded your answer.

You nodded your head. "One last time. I need you, I need—"

He kissed you. He kissed you breathlessly, knocking your head back against the wall. His tongue moved eagerly inside of you as his fingers slipped out of you, leaving a missing feeling. However, not for too long as Robin moved you over to the edge of the bed, bending you over in a way that offered you to him.

He made you spread your legs and praised your compliance by taking himself out of his pants, rubbing his tip down your folds.

"Robin, please." The teasing, it was also uncharacteristic. It was vengeful, a punishment.

"One last time baby. You'll have me one last time."

It was break up sex for the books. A memory that might get you wet just thinking back to it. Robin was merciless, pushing himself inside of you like an animal in heat. He held you pinned by the hips so that every backshot felt just like that, a shot, sending shivers down your spine. He grunted with every thrust, cursing your name and the man he believed to have stolen your heart. However, it was impossible. No matter how high and how low your relationship got, the love you had for each other was real, perhaps the realeset it had ever been.

As the grunting stopped, Robin pulled himself out of you just before erupting. The two of you then fell back on the bed, reaching to hold each other if only for one more night. It was a moment true but sad. It was true love. True love at its breaking point.

[ikram1909]

Gavi and Pedri with their national team teammates ❤️❤️

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[livelaughlovepedri]

lamine move please it’s my turn to be held by those arms

[larojauniverse]

Robin 🥺

[pedriscroquettes]

oh.

[alexi-01]

always with the gossip

[ugartecoco]

[pedripics]

[melanieph321]

Hi dear how are you? I have a request can you please write a story about Robin Le Normand (smut and fluff) of winning the euros and celebrating with his girlfriend(if possible can you write amelia instead of y/n please)and thank you very much girly🫶🏻🖤

This request was so good, the fic wrote itself. 🙌

Robin Le Normand x Reader - True Champion

Enjoy!

You ran onto the pitch alongside your boyfriend's family. Robin saw you all coming towards him and didn't really know which one of you were going to reach him first. His brother however, had cleared a path through the fallen confetti and did not hesitate to tackle Robin to the ground when he reached him.

"Congratulations bro, champions of Europe!"

It was a beautiful sight, everyone was laughing. While you waited for your turn to hug your boyfriend your attention was drawn to the magnitude that was the Olympic stadium in Germany. Most of the crowd had gone home by now, at least on the English side. But imagine playing football during a full house of spectators. How massive and amazing to be able to come out victorious.

"Pretty cool, eh?"

"Robin!" You squealed, feeling his arms wrap around you from behind. His family were done with him now and instead took turns trying on his gold medal. Meaning he was all yours.

"I'm so proud of you baby, congratulations!" You turned around in his arms, hugging him tight.

"Thanks baby. I hope you enjoyed the show."

"The show?" You chuckled. "Robin, you just made history with Spain, can't you see that?"

It was strange, the way he shied away when you said this.

"Well, I didn't really play until the final whistle but...."

"But what?" You frowned. There were several Spanish players who hadn't step foot on the pitch once during the whole tournament, and still celebrated harder than your boyfriend. Not to mention the Spanish people back home. They were all most likely dancing in front of their TV's right now.

"Why would you say that Robin? What's wrong?" You asked.

"Nothing, nothing." He muttered. "I just didn't play full ninety, that's all."

You got a swift kiss on your cheek before Robin diverged his attention elsewhere, to one of his Spanish teammates, who waved him over for a group pic.

"Hey, Amelia!" Robin's sister called you over, seeing as you were a bit dissoriented, standing by yourself. "Come lift the trophy, it's heavier than you'd think."

You went over to Robin's family who someonehow got their hands on the winning trophy. However, throughout the whole night you couldn't help but to sense some angst coming from your boyfriend. Unlike his teammates and his family, he seemed unhappy for some reason.

"I need a shower." Robin said, once you reached his hotel. You hesitated to look on the clock upon entery, seeing as the sun was already on the verge of rising again. It was that late, or perhaps the right term was early. It was that early.

"Baby?"

"Huh?" You sat on the bed, a bit frozen in time. Robin stood before you stripped of his shirt and a towel wrap around his waist.

"You coming?" He said.

"Coming?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, to shower with me."

"Oh." Slight heat rose to your face. You had assumed that after a day such as this one, Robin would be too tired to do anything, but apparently you thought wrong.

"Or perhaps you're not in the mood?" He mumbled.

"Oh, no that's not it." You stood. "It's just that...."

"Yes?"

"Well...."

"Amelia?" He frowned. "If there's something you want to say to me just say it."

It was unlike him to lash out at you like he did. Something was clearly bothering him.

You took a deep breath. "Robin...baby. I know there's something bothering you about the game tonight."

He put his hand on his hips. "And what would that be? We won."

"Yes, I get that. But when your family and I greeted you on the pitch I could tell right away that something was wrong. You even said so yourself. You're unhappy that you didn't get to play a full ninety minutes. But why?"

Robin sighed. He approached a wall to lean back on, his head knocking against it.

"I'm not Spanish." He said.

"It's alright, you can tell me." You assured. It was something you had come to notice about your boyfriend. How hard he worked to have the world precive him as someone sure of themselves. Hiding the fact that he was not.

"What?"

He shook his head. "I'm not Spanish, but I fought for Spain during this championship."

He was talking about his double citizenship. How he was born in France but through football became a citizen of Spanish. There had been a lot of people giving him a hard time about it ahead of the tournament, and you suspected that every minute Robin played for Spain was a chance to prove himself to the spanish people.

"I got booked in the match against France." Robin said, his voice a bit clogged. "I know my parents would never tell me this, but they would have been so proud to see me out there, playing against our home nation. Where I could've belonged."

"Oh, Robin...." You approached him, taking his face into your hands. "Why haven't you told me any of this before?"

"Because, I wanted to make you and my family proud. But I played like shit today, overthinking the whole game. I'm actually glad that coach swapped me, but I know that the Spanish people back home won't be."

"Robin, baby. Listen to me." You looked him dead in his warm eyes. "I am those Spanish people you speak of and we couldn't be more proud to have you."

"Amelia."

"No, you're one of us and don't you fucking forget it."

He pulled you into a hug. A hug that turned into a kiss. A kiss that turned into a makeout session with slipping hands. Robin's hands, eager to undress you.

"I really need a shower." He chuckled.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Lead the way."

[ikram1909]

Le Normand also carried Gavi 😭😭

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your opinion of this pic👇🤤

tw: nsfw, minors dni.

— Pablo Gavi and Robin Le Normand

These two are so fucking hot, look at how Le Normand grabs Pablo, he’s clearly wayy stronger than him, he could manhandle him into his knees and do anything he wanted to with Gavi’s body.

• Pablo would probably want to be dominated by him real hard; their size difference is something that drives him crazy, he doesn’t care that Robin probably doesn’t understand his spanish dirty talk, he’s aware that all he needs is his probably big dick inside of him. Ferran’s girlfriend left him for that dick, it must be real good then, he thinks.

• It is. It’s so good it has Pablo drooling on the pillow with his eyes rolled back, the stretch burns, it’s overwhelming.

• Le Normand forces him to take it, he’s aware that Gavi is all bark no bite, he can take it.

• They’d fuck everywhere, ever since Spain won the Euros, they can’t get away from each other.

• Pablo is the bratty bottom of Robin’s wettest dream.

[mountsgirl]

Robin Le Normand is such a gorgeous gorgeous man