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xratedffbarbiex · 4 years

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Louder.

Day 24 of the NSFW smut writing challenge. Words: 725 Player: Roman Burki. Warnings: oral sex for her, dirty talk Request?: Could you do a fluffy smut of with Roman where his girlfriend is embarrased about the noises she makes during sex so ahe becomes distant from him leaving Roman to fix whats wrong and reassure her there's nothing wrong with noise during sex? Can Roman talk dirty a bit too pls? Thnx

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“Ok, what’s the deal?” Roman says as he lifts his head. He’s been down between her thighs for the past ten minutes and usually, she’s had her happy ending and he’s feeling magnificent. He’s feeling on top of the world. But right now, he’s feeling like he’s losing his abilities and that doesn’t sit right with him.

“What do you mean?” She freezes up.

“You’re tense,” he begins, “you’re not into this like you would usually be. You look as though you’re making shopping lists as you stare off at the ceiling.”

“You were watching me?” She asks, visibly puzzled as she props herself up on her elbows.

“I had to! You weren’t getting into it. And I know I can make you orgasm. I’ve seen and felt the wet patches before. It’s happened. So what’s wrong? What am I doing or not doing that’s not getting you in the mood anymore?”

“Little bit of both right now, I’m not going to lie to you.” He answers and she appreciates the honesty.

“It’s not you.” She starts and he raises his eyebrow at her. “It’s really not. You’re great at what you do. Amazing even. I just….I don’t like…sounding appreciative of your efforts.” She answers slowly.

He frowns and looks off to the side briefly, “it’s not like you say thanks afterwards and high five me.” He says and she laughs. Her breasts jiggle as she does so and he resists the urge to reach up and play with one of her nipples.

“That’s not what I meant. I don’t…like the way I sound when I get into it.” She states and bites down on her lip as she gages his reaction.

“Why?”

“I sound stupid.” She replies and he looks dumbfounded. “I do. Don’t give me that look Roman, now I feel even worse.”

“So you should. Stupid? Honestly?” his mouth opens in shock, “are you joking me right now? Babe, baby listen to me. Your noises are the sexiest thing ever. When I’m doing…whatever it is that I’m doing and you moan? Or you give off that little whine thing you do or just your breathing deepens or you say my name? Shit baby, I’m done for. You have no idea how sexy you sound.” He tells her and watches as her cheeks redden as a response. “You think I’m joking? I love those sounds. I love listening to you when you’re trying to hold it back.” He’s up and covering her body with his own, his lips connecting with her shoulder as one hand remains between her legs. He leaves open mouth kisses over her skin as he makes his way down towards her breast. She can feel the dip in the mattress between her legs where his hand remains, close enough to touch her but not close enough to do so. It’s the thought of it being there that helps. He knows how to play her perfectly and more often than not, she’s already halfway there before he’s even touched her.

“I love your natural reactions.” He says, his teeth grazing over her areola, his tongue already flicking over her hardening nipple. She can’t help it, the low hmmmm style hum sounds and he grins against her. His teeth hold her in place as his tongue flicks, laps and sucks until she can feel it within her core. Her hand fills with his hair as he moves across to the other and begins to suck that to a hardened peak too. Only when she whines again does his hand cup her pussy; two fingers entering her wetness when she mewls.

“See, hearing you react to me doing this? Feeling your pussy throbbing around my fingers because you need me? It’s amazing.” He kisses his way down between her breasts, and over the softness of her belly as his fingers pump in and out of her. Her breathing erupts into soft pants as his mouth closes over her clit. He circles his tongue over the sensitive bundle of nerves and arches her back as he hits the right place with both his tongue and fingers. “Don’t hold back. Or I’ll make sure I fuck you hard enough that you’ll be unable to keep that pretty little mouth of your closed.” He warns her before pressing his mouth back to her once more.

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cockslutpadalecki · 5 years

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writers tag game!

thank you for the tags @genevievedarcygranger & @negans-lucille-tblr ❤️

fandoms: mostly the walking dead and supernatural but i have dabbled in mcu, sons of anarchy and did a collaboration with my bestie (@footballffbarbiex) for roman burki (he’s a footballer)

i used to write a bunch for busted back in the day and then one direction in 2012/2013 which is basically when this blog was initially born lol

where you post: here and archive of our own (khalisey)

most popular multi-chapter story: well, considering i only really have one - seven ways to scream your name.

most popular one shot: for negan - daddy and shout out to my ex. supernatural (obv dean) - aesthetics of hate and squirt (which is a drabble but hey ho)

favourite story you wrote: ugh. honestly dna is probably one of my favourites. i’m just immensely proud of it.

story you were most nervous to post: dna hahah! and probably scream and animals. anything that has a trigger warning!

do you outline: as i mostly write one shots, not really. unless i have a particular line of dialogue or a scene vivid in my head, i kinda just go where my brain takes me and work around that.

how do you come up with titles: mostly song titles. when a song title happens to fit a story, i’m a happy girl. otherwise it’s normally just a one word title that basically explains the premise of the story (except for a couple).

complete: oh god knows. i just counted 68 one shots across every fandom and then i have one complete series and then three complete mini series.

coming soon/not yet started: two really old negan requests and a sam one shot where he’s the king of hell and he fucks a demon up against a tree... plus i’m itching to write something for fp jones from riverdale however i have zero ideas which upsets me.

in progress: the steamy prequel to dna, a jealous!dean one shot and a negan request from decades ago which i’m adapting into a pegging themed number.

do you accept prompts: i used to do requests but i got so slow at completing them i’ve had them closed for like, a year? yeah i suck ok

upcoming story you’re most excited to write: oh definitely love you to death!

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tagging: @footballffbarbiex @catharticallysarcastic @princessmisery666 @amethyst-dreams-and-candy-canes @negansdirtygirl22 @letsby @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @covered-byroses

#tag game

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footballfangurl · 5 years

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Do you write Roman Burki? Or do you know someone who does? xx

Hi 😊

I haven't written him yet and I haven't got any requests of him on my list yet but I would definitely be willing to write him in the future.

I know @footballffbarbiex has written him before, i don't know if she has any coming up soon. I do think @avsensio and @mybrainisproudlyprovidedbybooks have written some too but I'm not 100% sure...

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footballffbarbiex · 5 months

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From The Big Screen Challenge.

The last time I did this, quite a few people signed up but then barely anyone actually did it. So this time around, I'm doing this myself.

The concept is simple: I'm taking either a plot, line or scene from a movie or tv show that I absolutely loved and I'm doing a lil something based on that.

I'm taking the concept of Dear John, and making it

with Roman Burki. (even tho the above scene is from pearl harbour. so bite me)

I could do Mason Mount hiring an escort and falling in love with her (Pretty Woman).

I could have a celebrity like Mats Hummels taking refuge in a book store and falling for the owner of it (Notting Hill).

I've got a series on Patreon loosely based on Your Name.

I could have Ruben Dias protecting her as in (The Bodyguard).

Hell, I could have Jan Oblak as a god damn Pokemon gym leader in a fic if I really wanted.

The point is, what I'm writing has to be from something from TV / Movies in order to work. And it may not be something that you've seen, but it'll be based on it.

I'm super excited about this as it gives me something to work on that's my own writing and not necessarily requests.

Anyway, I'm just showing you something that I'm working on, and if there was a idea that you loved and wanted me to look at, please let me know!

Even though I'll be mostly focusing this on myself, if any writer wanted to participate in this too, go ahead. it'll be good to read your "entries". There's no real timeframe like last time, but it needs completing this year.

#autocorrect is going to fuck me over so badly this year I just know it

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emwritesfootball · 3 years

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Threesomes 3 | 10 with Roman Bürki and Kevin Trapp

“Do you think you deserve our cocks?”

Warnings: mentions of blowjob, a little sex but nothing super descriptive </3

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It felt wrong, being lost when you were supposed to be the one making sure all the kids weren’t lost. You’d gotten turned around after one of the kids in the class needed to use the toilets and then suddenly, you were looking a little too long at something and by the time you turned around the tour guide had already moved to the next part of the tour without you.

“Oh!” You squeaked when you turned the wrong corner and ran into a big, solid chest. “I’m sorry, I-”

“Lost?” A voice asked and you looked up to find none other than Kevin Trapp staring down at you with a smirk on his lips.

“Uh, yeah, actually.” You let out an embarrassed chuckle, looking away so he didn’t have to see the shame written so plainly on your face. “Have you seen the group of kindergartners? They’re mine and I seem to have lost them.”

“I have, actually, and I saw that they're in good hands with our best tour guide.” You visibly relaxed and Kevin gave you an ostentatious once-over. “It looks like you could use your own private tour, though. We can show you around if you’d like.”

“Who’s ‘we’?” You asked, but the question answered itself when Roman Bürki walked through a door behind Kevin, shirtless and what appeared to be freshly-showered.

“Who do we have here?” Roman asked, the same hungry look in his eye that Kevin had had just moments ago.

“She’s the teacher for all the little kindergartners wandering around the training facility today,” Kevin intuited, earning an appreciative glance from you before continuing. “I’d just offered to give her the special keeper tour.”

Roman’s eyes flashed with arousal as he asked, “Are you up for it?”

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The tour was a prelude to sex and you didn’t mind a bit. If anything, you felt extremely naughty, wandering away from the group you were in charge of only to be dominated by two very powerful, tall men. You’d heard all the rumours about keepers being good with their hands and you now knew that all those rumours were true.

“When is their tour supposed to be over?” Kevin asked when you’d looked at the clock for the hundredth time, distracted.

“They’ve got lunch in half an hour and then a player meet-and-greet on the training pitch at one,” you murmured, your brain working overtime to do all the math.

“We’ll get you back in time for the meet-and-greet,” Roman said with confidence, placing a hand on the small of your back as he and Kevin led you to the changing room.

You lost all track of time after that. You’d made some off-handed comment about how often they were naked in the changing room and then it was on. One of them kissed you while the other put his hands on you, the different sensations turning you on. You quickly learned who was who, giving as good as you got as both men ravished your body.

“Do you think you deserve our cocks?” Roman asked, stroking his thick length as he looked you up and down. You were on your knees looking up at him and Kevin, deciding which one to take where.

“No, I don’t,” you replied, licking your lips in anticipation. “Make me deserve them.”

That sentence was how you found yourself with Roman’s cock in your mouth while Kevin took you from behind. Your knees and jaw hurt as you picked yourself up off the floor, delirious after a mindblowing orgasm.

“You might wanna fix yourself,” Kevin chuckled, giving you a once-over. You gasped when you saw yourself in the mirror, sex-hair and smudged make up and all.

***

“Where were you?” The tour guide asked when you returned looking the same but feeling very, very different.

“I got a little lost.”

The tour guide gave you a knowing look, nodding. “Let me guess: Roman and Kevin found you?”

Your stomach dipped at the mention of their names, your body remembering everything they’d just done to you. “Maybe.” Neither of you said anything after that, a mutual understanding between the two of you as you watched the players come out and meet the kids. Roman and Kevin came out, both of them shooting you knowing grins as you stood on the sidelines.

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footballimagines · 6 years

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Requested: Yes Drabble: 7- “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” N/A: Also the gif is not mine, if it's yours I am sorry that I am using it without your permission I am sorry. Also I am addicted to the song I used to write this. So, yeah, hope you like it.

Roman Burki - You Are My Life

Months of being together, the rumors, the days off to play. That takes a piece on every relationship. Even on yours. You were in bed, staring at the ceiling while the moon was the only light in your room and the thoughts in your mind, his body was right next to yours, he was sleeping like a baby because he was tired of work.

Was this what you want? Him coming home and just going to take a shower and go straight to bed because he was tired? Him being away for days and days and he just goes to work? Not even a day off? Almost a year together those thoughts came to your mind, was he worth it? Your heart hurt just to even think about that, but your head needed to know.

You didn't realise you were crying until you let out a small sob, your hand flew right to your mouth to keep the sobs in and trying to not wake him up. You felt him move and get on his elbows looking at you, the light of the moon shining on his back, and his hand to clean some tears that were falling.

- Everyone keeps telling me you're the bad guy. - you say whispering. - I know, they are telling you that since we got together, why are you crying? - I don't want to miss the future I might have with you because... - Because you are scared they are right? - How many times do we have to say goodbye? How many times do I have to? - Baby, hold on. I know everytime I go to play in another country we say goodbye, but it's just a goodbye, a goodbye that somehow lays down a promise that I am coming back. For you. Because, I swear to god you are my life. - But is it worth it? - You are worth it. I am not going to leave you. I dont' want to come home if I don't have you. I will hold your hand and make it right. I still need you. So please make sure those thoughts leave that little pretty head of yours, because I am not going anywhere. And neither are you. And I am willing to sacrifice everything for you. Baby you are home.

#roman bürki imagine #roman burki imagine #borussia dormund imagine #bvb imagine #imagine #masterlist #footballer imagine #football imagine

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footballerimaginess · 3 years

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A Huge Prompt List

Basically we all know I can’t resist a good prompt list, so when I saw @emwritesfootball doing this. I had to stop myself from doing it, I crumbled lol. So I am only blaming myself here and only me. This is a huge prompt list I know, so I will take my time getting through it. But I thought it was a bit of fun and I loved all the prompts. Credit to the very talented page @creativepromptsforwriting who created these lists. Request with the number as well as which list you are choosing from. I will write beside it who got which prompt. If you do any ideas for the prompt, let me know. Also if a prompt has been taken, I will see if I can do multiple players on that request for you. Enjoy reading through the huge list. x

Touching

touching foreheads Declan Rice

running fingers through hair Harry Winks/ Mason Mount

hiding face in neck Eric Dier

caressing the other’s hand Dominic Calvert Lewin

feeling their pulse Kepa

patting the other’s head Marco Asensio

holding hands

shielding the other one with their body Ben Godfrey/Dominic Calvert Lewin

listening to the other’s heartbeat Trent Alexander Arnold

spooning at night Kieran Tierney

laying their hand on the other’s neck Marco Asensio

pushing a strand of hair behind their ear Martin Odegaard

nudging the other one Mason Mount

putting an arm around the other’s waist Sergio Ramos

hugging each other Christian Pulisic

massaging them

holding the other’s chin up Dominic Calvert Lewin

squishing the other’s cheek Reiss Nelson

high fiving

bandaging/stitching up an injury Jordan Henderson

kissing the other’s brow Reece James

falling asleep on the other’s shoulder Martin Odegaard

carrying the other one in their arms Roman Burki

whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin Sergio Ramos

stroking the other’s arm soothingly Jadon Sancho

kissing the top of their head Mason Mount

pulling the other one towards them Dominic Calvert Lewin

feeling for each other in the dark James Maddison

tickling the other one

grabbing onto their arm

doing a pinky swear Reece James

caressing the other’s back Ben Chilwell

tasting their smile Ben Chilwell

washing the other’s body Roman Burki

kissing their bruises and scars Trent Alexander Arnold

lifting the other one up

putting their head on the other’s chest Dominic Calvert Lewin

stroking their leg Calum Chambers

leaning into the other’s side Jadon Sancho

patting them on the back

sitting close and knees touching Eric Dier

braiding the other’s hair Jadon Sancho

giving them a piggy-back ride Pierre Emilie Hojbjerg

sitting on the other’s lap Scott McTominay

feeling their temperature Ben Chilwell

linking arms with each other

touching their elbow to get their attention Ruben Loftus Cheek

dancing with each other

holding onto the other’s shoulders for support Jack Grealish

putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Kisses

goodnight kisses Harry Winks

hand kisses Jack Grealish/ Pau Torres

smiling while kissing Ben Chilwell

lips barely touching Federico Bernardeschi

morning kisses Declan Rice

slow kisses Patrick Bamford

passionate kisses Mason Mount

kisses on the cheek Leighton Baines

first kisses Jadon Sancho

goodbye kisses Reiss Nelson

welcome home kisses Ousmane Dembele

kisses on the corner of their mouth James Maddison

frustrated kisses Virgil Van Dijk/ Joe Rodon

kissing each other breathless Dominic Calvert Lewin/Son Heung Min

soothing kisses Mason Mount

nose kisses Declan Rice/ John Stones

kisses as a promise Jesse Lingard

short pecks Ben Chilwell

forehead kisses Ollie Watkins

kisses on head Sergio Ramos

“we’ll face this together” kisses Marcus Rashford

kisses in the rain Son Heung Min/Leon Goretzka

life-or-death kisses

kisses for a cover Eric Dier

hard kisses

giggling while kissing Martin Odegaard

desperate kisses

neck kisses Mason Mount

hushed conversation in-between kisses Dominic Calvert Lewin

eyelid kisses

gentle stroking of cheeks Eric Dier

small kisses Martin Odegaard

kissing it better Roman Burki

jaw kisses Pierre Emile Hojbjerg

wake-up kisses Emile Smith Rowe

kissing away tears Japhet Tanganga

public kisses Ben Chilwell

relieved kisses Callum Hudson Odoi

kisses for comfort Martin Odegaard

tummy kisses Jadon Sancho

kisses to shut them up Eric Dier

slowly kissing down the body John Stones

“we’ll see each other again” kisses

kissing each finger John Stones

sleepy kisses Virgil Van Dijk

angry kisses Pedro Neto

feather-light kisses Christian Pulisic

kisses with trembling lips

secret kisses Mason Mount/Dominic Calvert Lewin

kisses with their last dying breath

Hugs

friendly hugs James Maddison

hug around the waist Ansu Fati

hugging while twirling around

comforting hugs Jack Grealish

side hugs Kai Havertz

hugging and gently holding the other’s head James Maddison

pulling someone into a hug Matty Cash

hugging while walking

eye-to-eye hugs

hiding their face in the other’s neck Callum Hudson Odoi

clinging to each other Marco Asensio

hugging while lying down together Jadon Sancho

group hugs Mason Mount

hugging with head on shoulder Sergio Ramos

tender embrace

‘not wanting to let go’ hugs Declan Rice

hugging from behind Mason Mount

bear hugs Harry Winks

hugging with hands in each other’s pockets Marco Asensio

cuddling Reiss Nelson

hugs and kisses Martin Odegaard

hugging and jumping up and down together

familiar hugs

hugging with height-difference Tammy Abraham

gentle hugs

hugging with patting on back

piggy back hugs

quick hugs Ben Godfrey

hugging while slow dancing Harry Winks

one-sided hugs

hugging while straddling the partner Mason Mount

long-lasting hugs Martin Odegaard

‘picking them up’ hugs Kylian Mbappe

hugging while grabbing butt Roman Burki/Ben Chilwell

cuddle pile

Hand Holding

tiny hands in big hands Eric Dier

calloused hands in soft hands

cold hands in warm hands Kieran Tierney

hands with the perfect ratio to each other for hand-holding Eric Dier

platonic hand-holding Tyrone Mings

running their thumb over the other’s hand Jadon Sancho

dancing with their hands holding onto each other

squeezing hand for comfort and encouragement Callum Hudson Odoi

holding hands across the table Ruben Loftus Cheek

happily doing everything with just one hand, if it means they don’t have to let go Martin Odegaard

not wanting to lose each other in a big crowd Matty Cash

possessive hand-holding Billy Gilmour

linking hands together during sex Jadon Sancho

grabbing hand to show them something Joe Rodon

loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap John Stones

only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely

holding hands while skating

excitedly grabbing each other’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together

playing with each other’s fingers Ben Chilwell

pressing the other’s hand against their cheek Dominic Calvert Lewin

holding hands while one is balancing on a small wall

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something Tyrone Mings

holding hands under the table Ben Godfrey

only realizing it when they have to let go

standing in front of each other, holding both their hands Tammy Abraham

holding their hands above their head, fingers linked together

passionate hand-holding Harry Winks

grabbing the other’s hand so they don’t fall

holding hands while running through the rain

brushing against each other, linking fingers together for a second

grabbing their hand to grab their attention Reece James

not really paying attention, both doing something else, but still holding hands

bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go James Maddison

holding hands while driving Leon Goretzka

grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them Sergio Ramos

unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping Dominic Calvert Lewin

not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out Eric Dier

swinging hands back and forth, skipping like children

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition Tom Davies

letting go when there is an obstacle in their way and immediately grabbing each other’s hand again when they pass it Emile Smith Rowe

loosely holding onto each other’s hand

dragging the other with them, holding their hand

raising the other’s hand to their lips to kiss it softly Mason Mount

holding hands while jumping down from somewhere together

comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together Tyrone Mings/ Martin Odegaard

Casual Affections

smiling at each other from across the room Dominic Calvert Lewin

randomly texting a gif or emoji

laying their hand on the other’s leg Ben Godfrey

kiss to the side of the head Mason Mount

squeezing the other’s shoulder

fixing the other’s clothes

guiding them with a hand on the small of their back Ben Godfrey/Mason Mount

embracing them from behind Memphis Depay

ruffling their hair

placing their chin on the other’s shoulder Dominic Calvert Lewin

calling them nicknames Jadon Sancho

winking at them Dominic Calvert Lewin

teasing each other good-naturedly Billy Gilmour

putting an arm around the other’s shoulder

washing the other's hair Jack Grealish

taking a photo of the smiling or in their element Tyrone Mings

looking in each other's eyes Dominic Calvert Lewin

putting a blanket on them Dominic Calvert Lewin

tugging at the other's clothes to keep them close

making them food they like Eric Dier

laughing at their jokes Tyrone Mings

placing a hand on the back of the other’s neck Mason Mount

brushing strands of hair away Loris Karius

patting their head Jadon Sancho

sharing an umbrella

bumping shoulders into each other John Stones

randomly face-timing just to hear their voice/see their face Jadon Sancho

pressing their foreheads together

nudging them to show they are right beside them

laying their head on the other’s shoulder Trent Alexander Arnold/ Dominic Calvert Lewin

#prompts

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rashfordxbruno · 6 years

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BVB

is my favourite - Mario Gotze

i like the most when it comes to the appearance - Christian Pulisic

i would play a prank on - Marco Reus

i would get drunk with - Maximilian Philipp

i would choose for my partner if i got an invitation for a wedding - Raphael Guerreiro

i could just cuddle all day long - Lukasz Piszczek

i would ask for an advice if i had problems - Marco

i would bake cookies for - Weigl, Mario, Marco, Christian

i would read a fanfic about - Gotzeus

i would write a fanfic about

i would prefer to play in another team - Roman Burki, Sebastian Rode. And can Shinji Kagawa just return to Man United?

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barcaavengers · 7 years

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Maybe a little || Roman Burki Imagine

Note: So this imagine is for my annoying friend who doesn't ask how am I but when will her sinful Roman imagine will be posted. So she better like it cause this is probably the only imagine I'll write for Roman since I don't follow him that closely to have a good idea of his behavior and whatnot. Anyway, here it is!

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT. VERY sinful smut…

There wasn't a single match day of BVB you’d miss. If you weren't there physically you'd always make sure to watch it on TV or on the go on your phone. Before it used to be a kind of mood thing, but you still got your notifications on your phone throughout the games. Now you have gotten more invested in the games because it meant a lot to Roman, who was your husband for over a year now. He'd complain about his performance and when they'd lose he'd blame himself and you wouldn't know why since you didn't see the game. It wouldn't be fair to say anything if you didn't see it.

You were watching an away game for your husband's team earlier that ended up in a tie. You couldn't travel with him because you felt a little under the weather and didn't want to spread whatever you had on Roman or the others, so you decided to stay home. You were waiting for that after match call you'd always get right after it, but so far it has been half an hour and nothing.

It was only after an hour or so that you got the call you were waiting for.

”I was waiting for you…” you say as you pick up the video call. You guessed he was at the hotel room.

”Sorry I forgot my phone at the hotel room. Thankfully we had to come back to get our stuff before heading to the airport. How are you feeling?”

”Better. Definitely better” you nod your head and he smiles, but you notice the hint of disappointment because of the match. “You had a good game today” you comment.

”Thanks...I wish I could've done more..”

”You could have not done more, love. You stopped them from scoring, that's the best you can do and you did it.”

”Yeah but…” he shrugs.

”The more you could do is score, and you know you can't do that without leaving the goalie” you smirk and he chuckles.

”That's true…” he adds. “I'll be home soon, okay?”

”I'll be waiting” you say and blow him a kiss which he returns before you both hang up.

You wanted to be awake for when he arrived, so you estimated the arrival time to your house. It would be some hours for flight to get in, while they settle and go to the BVB headquarters to pick up the cars before driving home you'll have some hours to sleep, you set the alarm for around 6 hours or so and get comfortable in your bed to wait for your husband.

Later at night, you feel the bed shifting and body warmth besides you. You shift your position slightly, you try to open your eyes and fail so you just shift to face him and blink slowly to get your eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room.

”Morning beautiful” you hear Roman’s voice and you smile as you look at him before he leans in and kisses your forehead.

”Hey” you voice, your voice sleepy and tired. “What time is it?”

”Six in the morning” he replies and you frown.

”I thought I set the alarm to four…”

”You set an alarm to be awake when I came home?” He asks rather amused.

”Yeah” you say and smirk sleepily. “Been doing it ever since we live together. How do you think I am always awake when you arrive?”

”Insomnia?” He suggests playfully and you roll your eyes and shift to get comfortable on the bed, his hand is stretched out and resting on your waist, fingers running along the small exposed skin of it causing shivers to run through your body.

”Yeah. Sure. Insomnia” you scoff.

”Or just the feeling of missing me?” He pulls you closer and hovers over you. Your hand is resting on his bicep, fingers moving softly along the sleeve of his shirt as you look up to him.

”Maybe a little bit of both” you say and shrug.

”Just a little?” He questions, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek before reaching for your lips and pressing a kiss. A kiss that started with him brushing his own against yours, then moving them slowly before it intensified.

You sigh into the kiss and he let's out an air through his nostrils, the hold on your waist tightening before he moves you closer to him. His nose nudges yours, his tongue runs along your lip causing butterflies on your stomach. You could spend hours kissing him and not get tired of it, only pulling away to gain more air to continue. His hand moves down your waist, now a single finger moving above the shorts you wear to bed and down your thigh. Your fingers curl on his arm before you move them along the side to reach the back of his neck, holding him closer to you as you two kiss. Your nails scraped the nape of his neck and he huffed into the kiss, moving his lips down to your neck so you could both catch some air.

His fingers move between your legs above your clothing to tease you. Just trailing them at first before he added pressure to your bundle of nerves making you gasp, legs press together and you hear him hum in disapproval. His hand pushes one leg apart and continues his previous moves against your center. His teeth sink into your skin before he sucks on it, marking you most probably and making you emit yet a soft moan. Roman knew exactly how to push your buttons and what gestures and actions to do to have you under his control.

”Roman” you say in a raspy voice and he pulls away from your neck. Yet his hand slips quickly under your shorts and underwear and moved his thumb in circles on your clit making your back arch in pleasure. He was looking at you as he worked his fingers on you, and that made you blush every time making you vulnerable under him. The pace increases before it stops, then sliding his index finger lower and testing how wet you were.

”Ready for me so fast?” He questions and leans down to your ear. “Maybe you miss me more than just a little, huh?” His husky voice said into your ear and your head nods in response, not being able to say a word in response. Your hand reaches for his visible hard on through his sweatpants, fingers grasping it softly and letting go, his eyes closing and lips parting as he enjoyed your actions before he slipped his finger inside of you. He knew exactly what to do to drive you crazy, the way his fingers stroked your walls and how he either started moving with a fast space and slowed down or vice versa. Roman definitely knew what he was doing and the effect he had on you.

He inserted a second finger and started moving faster inside of you, making you arch your back and stroke his member faster through his sweatpants in an attempt to release some tension. Your eyes fluttered closed as your lips parted and little whimpers made their way past them. The tension down your stomach was starting to build and you were clenching around his fingers, he noticed fast enough and pulled them out, your throat emitting a groan of complain.

”Easy, baby girl” he coos and moves to straddle your hips. His rough hands rested on your hips, right under the hem of your shirt, before he moved them up slowly to roll it up so it rested on top of your breasts. He was taking his time with you and you enjoyed that because he made you feel special for that. He loved praising every part of your body and going at his pace, most of the times anyway, but today you weren't in the mood for being so slow. His hands fondle with your breasts, grasping them and taking the nub between his fingers and tweaking them, your chest heaving as you moaned at the actions. You wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you up, shifting his position so he was sitting on top of his legs and you sat on his thighs. His arm was holding you close as you took off your top and tossed it somewhere besides the bed and returned to hold yourself close to him by placing your arms around his neck again.

His lips attach to your collarbone and you feel his tongue tracing the outline of it. Your own lips press against his forehead and one hand runs along his hair. There is an involuntary shift of both of your hips and you both let out a quiet sigh at the friction it created. Which is the reason that makes him hold you tighter and move his hips against yours in a circular motion looking for friction, and your own join the movement, both of you moaning in pleasure as you find the relief. Hips start moving against each other, he pulls back to look at you and you close your eyes and let your head fall backwards while you feel him duck and attach his lips to one of your nipples. Teeth graze the skin every so often and combined with his hips you were in full bliss, and he was yet to be inside of you making you feel in cloud nine where you forgot everything that surrounded you and it was just you and him.

He moves to your other breast and licks the nub before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it while he pinched the other one. Your hips were now furiously moving against his own and he was having trouble trying to hold himself from gripping your waist tighter. Finally he seemed to have had enough of friction and stopped, pulling away from your chest and pushing you back on the bed. His thumbs hooked on the waistband of your shorts and underwear and pulled them down in a blurr. He was next, standing up from the bed and pushing his own down, revealing his erection right in front of your eyes. You'd never get tired of the sight, and even less when he reaches for the back neck of his shirt and pulls it over his head to reveal those abs and those muscles that drove you insane. He gets on all fours quickly on the bed, crawling to you with prey eyes that were dark with lust. You toss your hair back and get comfortable as he gets on top of you and attack your lips with passion. His hands are on your torso, moving down your side and gripping your hips and reaching for the back of your knee and pulling it up to his waist.

His cock is brushing against your lips as he grinds against you, a groan coming from him as he notices the closeness as well. His tongue is licking your lips and you part them to grant access and he slips it inside, brushing against your own making you moan into the kiss. You pull away and he moves to rest on his back, taking you with him so you are now on top. “Fuck, you are gorgeous” he smooths your hair and pushes it back behind your ear, resting it on your cheek and you lean into it having missed his touch for the three days he has been away because of trainings and matches.

You move yourself low and look up at him meeting his eyes. He looks at you intently, watching your next move and you duck to lick his V line, tracing it with your tongue making him press his head harder onto the pillow. You stroke him a few times as you do so, and you are about to take him into your mouth before he speaks, “If you do that I won't last. Just a warning…” he says and you notice his breath has come short and you smirk to yourself and nod before moving back up to straddle his waist.

”Do I drive you that crazy?” You tease as you pepper his lips with kisses being playful.

”You know the answer to that” he says and snakes a hand from your chest to the back of your neck and under your hair and holding you there. “You drive me crazy every time we are together” he reaches and bites your lip, teeth sinking and tugging at it as he pulls away. “And also when we are not” he gives you a gentle kiss as if to prove his points. “I can't imagine being with someone else that isn't you, Y/N” he says while looking into your eyes before pulling you in and pressing a kiss to your forehead and then to your cheeks as you blush a bright red probably. You are thankful that the dim light of the room helped conceal some of it.

”I love you too” you say with a soft smile as you reach for his erection, giving a few hard strokes before moving above him and sinking down on him. You took him all in slowly, enjoying how every inch of him made you feel full inside and how he stretched you every time. You sigh together and stay still for a few seconds, your hands are resting on his chest, fingers tracing the outline of his soft skin so moments later you start to move. Hips move in a circular motion, starting slow since he said he could reach his release rather quickly after so much grinding and foreplay. His hands are on your waist, holding you up right as you move before you start to lift yourself and come down, a soft pace of bouncing that even if you were doing it yourself using his toned chest as leverage, he was helping you. From slow you started to increase the movements, bouncing faster filling the room with the sound of skin hitting skin. His own hips were lifting to meet you halfway and you have to throw your head back to let out a moan.

Swear words move past your lips, head moving to get some hair away from your face as you continue to move on top of him. His hands move up your figure, tracing your curves as he grunts and speeds the pace of his hips. You moan loudly and he brings you close to him so you are now almost laying on top of him. His hands move from your waist down to your rear and groped the skin as you two moved. Your hands move up to his shoulders, nails sinking into the skin as he gives your butt a spank, but enough to hurt. He guides you by resting his hands on your behind, his knees folded to get some leverage to continue his fast pace inside of you.

”Y/N…” he moans and you can feel butterflies inside your body every time he moaned your name in that accent of his, which you were yet to catch since you were still in the process of learning German. He gave you classes alright, but it would usually lead to the situation you two were involved in at the moment. When both of you were away from each other for more than two days or so, this was the result. Before you can even notice, Roman is rolling you so you rest on your back and he is on top. He gives your lips a sloppy kiss as he pushes himself inside of you again and continuing his pace. His hips moved back and forth against your own that raised when you gained some strength to meet his powerful thrusts. Your breath is coming out in pants and you moaned every time he reached your spot.

Your nails are raking at his back, moving from his shoulder blades and up to his shoulders and down his arms as your head fell back. One of his hands reaches for your leg and lifts it up to his middle waist before reaching for the other one and doing the same. Your lips part and you swear through your uneven breath and moan right after as he hits a whole new angle inside of you. Your fingers are gripping at the sheets, knuckles almost white as you try to release some building tension because you were getting close, and he knew it. The way he was holding onto your legs, the way he had his eyes half way closed as you clench around him, the way he was cursing in German…It was a unique and exclusive experience just for you.

”Are you close, baby girl?” He asks as his hips slow down and now are pulling out softly and pushing back in hard thrusts. You open your eyes to look at him, sweat covering his chest and his forehead, his hair all ruffled up and his eyes are staring at your body hungrily.

”Yes” you breath out. “Roman please” you tilt your head to the side and moan as he places a finger on your nub when you spoke. His finger rubs your clit in slow circles as he continues to move inside of you hitting your sweet spot. His jaw is clenched and he is looking down to where he disappears inside of you before letting out a moan of his own before swearing. Both, his finger and hips, increase as he moves inside of you helping you reach your climax. Your back arches and you clench the sheets tighter, a whimper leaving your lips.

”Don't hold back. Let go…” he says between his teeth as he seems to be struggling to hold back his own release. His finger moves quickly on your nub, pinching it once before moving on it again. His thrusts are slowing down and that's when you clench around him, a couple of more thrusts and you are gone. Your vision became blurry as you orgasmed with a loud cry of pleasure, toes curling tightly and back arched as you did. “Fuck, that's so hot…” he moans as he thrusts a couple of more times before he grunts and you feel him come inside of you. He rests his head on your shoulder as he releases inside of you, hips moving slowly now to ride both of your highs. His pants were right besides your ear and that alone was riling you up for another round but you were exhausted at the moment. His hand was still between your bodies and he is moving it on your nub still before stopping and rolling off you with heavy breaths.

After a few minutes of both of you just staring at the ceiling as you regained your strength and breath, he moves to his side and pulls you to him, kissing your temple.

”Happy anniversary” you say and giggle as you feel his body tense.

”Hold up, its today?”

”Mhm” you hum as you snuggle close to him.

”Damn it, I forgot because of the match and just rushing to be home with you…” he pinches the bridge of his nose as he groans.

”It's okay. You know I don't expect anything big. Besides, we already celebrated” you tease with a playful wink and you both chuckle.

”Right. Right. This was only the beginning though” he says and moves to bite your ear shell making you squirm.

”Can't wait” you say and kiss his lips with a soft peck. “In the meantime, let's get some rest. We shower later” you say and turn around, your back to him so he is spooning you. He can only chuckle and bring you close as he rests his hand across your stomach as you two fall asleep for a couple of hours.

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dancing in the street in barcelona (a hector bellerin imagine)

we’re going somewhere where the sun is shining bright

just close your eyes, and let’s pretend we’re dancing in the street in barcelona

“It’s cold.”

It was a sentence you’d become accustomed to, considering how many times you felt the need to say it. Enough times that you didn’t even need to think, didn’t even need to feel the cold wind whip around your arms, before spluttering it out.

Hector hums in reply, squeezing your arm. “Told you that you should have brought a jacket.”

Then he’s shrugging his off and draping it around your slightly shivering shoulders, and you grin, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “What would I do without you?

“Die, probably.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

It’s silent for a moment, apart from the hum of the traffic and the lull of conversations around you. Hector’s hands are cold, and he runs his thumbs across the back of your hand. “I miss home.” You mumble. You’re speaking quietly, and it’s not initially clear whether you’re telling him or just consoling yourself.

“On days when the weather’s like this, so do I.”

“Not even just on days like this. Pretty much everyday.”

It’s a minor comment, just a meaningless utterance and probably a kneejerk reaction than anything else, but Hector knows you and your change in tone and drop in volume makes him glance towards you in concern. “Mi amor,” He murmurs. “It’ll get easier. I promise.”

It’ll get easier.

Three little words and a phrase that slipped from his lips almost as often as the words ‘it’s cold’ fell from yours.

(Whether or not his statement held any truth, however, was yet to be proven true.)

Homesickness came in waves, was what you had been told. Sometimes you’d feel right as rain and thrilled with the prospect of being somewhere new, and sometimes you’d want to stay in bed and shut your eyes and transport yourself back to Barcelona in your head.

It wasn’t a question of regret.

(It never was.)

Because you loved London, and you loved Hector, but the streets of London were unfamiliar, the names of Tube stations unintelligible and the language foreign to your ears and awkward and clumsy to speak.

(As for the weather? You missed feeling the sun on your skin and in London you would end up wearing wellies more often than flip flops.)

Hector had asked you to move to England to be with him on your one year anniversary, after the long distance had become a bit too much and you could no longer handle only seeing each other every other month. The move had been relatively easy- you’d already graduated so had no educational responsibilities, and you were young and carefree, there was all the time in the world for you to explore and there was no need to put down roots any time soon. You were still job-hunting (despite Hector’s insistence, you were firmly opposed to becoming a housewife) and half of your belongings were still hoarded and boxed up in your parents’ garage, but things felt good and life was mostly fun.

(Settling in more comfortably, however, was a different story)

You eventually arrive home, a few hours later, and you’re quick to change into your pyjamas and dressing gown to binge Netflix. It seems like Hector has other plans.

“Close your eyes.” Hector kneels down next to you on the sofa.

“Hector.” You whine reluctantly. “I’m busy.”

“Yeah right.” He scoffs. “Watching Jane the Virgin doesn’t count as being busy.”

“Um, Michael and Jane have just got engaged for the second time, I think it does.”

He rests on his knees and places a hand on your arm to steady himself. “Close your eyes.” He repeats. “And take my hand.”

“Why?”

“Stop asking so many questions.”

“What is it? Why can’t I do whatever this is from the sofa?”

“Because it’s important.” He insists, exhaling dramatically and rocking back onto his heels to steady himself before linking your fingers and tugging you reluctantly to your feet. “Follow me.”

You do, despite your stubbornness, and the next thing you know he’s covering your eyes and leading you to god knows where. “It’s a good job I trust you, Hec.”

He chuckles, and the sound of his laughter is enough to soothe you temporarily. “Watch your step.”

5 minutes later, you’ve arrived at your somewhat mysterious location. Wherever it is, it’s chilly outside, probably in the region of 8 degrees, and the wind whips your dressing gown around your ankles. He’s leading you by one hand and still covering your eyes with the other, but you can tell, from the temperature, stairs climbed before and the sound of the traffic below that you’re on the roof of your apartment building. “What are we doing?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Hector finally uncovers your eyes and the sight makes you well up.

There’s a table and two chairs, adorned with a tablecloth, bottle of wine and a takeaway bag from your local tapas restaurant. Fairy lights provide a pleasant, warm hue, the large outdoor heater warms your skin, and you can just about make out an Enrique Iglesias song playing in the background (probably a reference to the time you told him Bailando was the greatest song of all time).

“Oh, Hec.” You whisper, a lump forming in your throa.

“I know London isn’t home yet, and I know you need time to adjust. I never want to rush you because I know it’s hard to make the leap.” Hector mumbles, pressing his chin into your shoulder. “But I need you to know how grateful I am that you’re willing to do this for me. I can’t even begin to explain how much it means that you moved here for me. And I wanted to show you a little bit of home to hopefully try and ease the homesickness a bit.”

You turn around, linking your hands behind his neck and reaching up to kiss him lightly. It’s a short, soft innocent kiss but means the world and more regardless. “Because I love you, you idiot.” You smile. “I’d go anywhere for you, you know that.”

“I know that.” He grins, and you tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear. “Thank you, though. I don’t think I’ve ever properly thanked you.”

“You don’t need to. I want to be here.”

(You’re not lying.)

(Because one look at Hector, and one glance at the effort he’s made to help you feel at peace, is reason enough.)

“Close your eyes, carina.” He takes your hands and places his around your waist. You comply, but not before biting back a grin and stifling a laugh at how ridiculous this situation was. “Ignore the sub-zero temperatures, ignore the fact that you’re in your dressing gown. For all we know, we’re home. We’re back in Barcelona.”

“You’re an idiot.” You open your eyes and smile.

He pulls you towards him, pressing his lips against yours, and kisses you softly. You feel your stomach do flips (after all this time the butterflies never stop), and he starts waltzing with you. The mere idea of waltzing on the rooftop of your building in the middle of a rainy London night makes you choke out laughing.

“Baila conmigo.”

You close your eyes and try to imagine home- until you slowly, finally realise that you’re already there.

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it has been absolutely YONKS since i’ve posted anything and writing this hasn’t done anything to help or address my request list but i’ve wanted to write this for a while now!!! i hope you like it and please let me know what you think!!

(my next pieces will be a sequel to ‘happy birthday’ (hector bellerin), a roman burki piece and then some fluffy dybala thing; as always please send me in any requests or suggestions of who or what you would like to read next!!!

millie xxx

#my writing #hector bellerin #hector bellerin imagine #hector bellerin fanfiction #arsenal fc imagines #arsenal fanfiction #footballer fanfiction #footballer one shot #footballer imagine #footballer imagines #soccer fanfiction #soccer imagine #cant believe i just had to write the word soccer lol feels so odd

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