#roman bürki smut

[emwritesfootball]

Dialogue / Situation / Setting | 8 with Roman Bürki

“You’re so much fun to touch.” + Bedroom + Spanking

Word Count: 374

Warnings: spanking/caning

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Your skin burned hot with humiliation as you buried your face in the comforter, trying to hide your tears from Roman. “Ow!” You cried out, kicking your legs as he landed another stinging slap to your ass, right over the same spot he’d hit the last few times. Your fingers gripped the comforter and you gritted your teeth as tears stung your eyes. “Please, Roman! I’ve learned my lesson!”

Roman ran a soothing hand over your ass cheeks before palming and pinching and squeezing. “Darling, just because you think you’ve learnt your lesson doesn’t mean your punishment is going to end. I’ll finish once I believe I’ve taught you your lesson. Besides,” he hummed, running his hands from your thighs up to your waist, “you’re just so much fun to touch.”

Your pussy started to get wet at his praise and you involuntarily let out a moan when he slipped his hand between your legs. Your hips lifted and you rubbed your clit against his thigh, hating how good the combination of stinging and wetness felt. “Roman,” you whimpered when he slid a finger inside you, pumping it in and out slowly before he rained a series of smacks down on your ass while keeping his finger inside you. You thrashed around, the pain mixing with the pleasure and before you could stop yourself, you were cumming around his fingers while he spanked you.

You stilled when he stopped spanking you, catching your breath as you tried to come down from the orgasm. You were hoping Roman didn’t realize what had happened, but you knew him better than that.

Roman helped you up, holding you in his arms as he let you cry it out. When you were done, he went to grab the balm to rub into your ass, making sure you weren’t going to be too sore in the morning.

“Stand up,” he ordered when he was done. You obeyed, wide-eyed. “Bend over; hands to your ankles.”

Roman got up and left the room, returning with something. You gasped when you felt him tap the cane between your lower lips on your clit.

“Girls who cum without permission get ten strokes on their pussy,” Roman murmured, right before landing the first stroke.

[lxndonorris]

valentine’s lovers kit - Roman Bürki

Y/N x Roman Bürki

Theme: Smut (you’ve been warned)

having fun with Roman and your new valentine’s lovers kit

word count: 2020+

The sun is already setting on this Friday evening, while you just finished cleaning the dishes after having a romantic dinner with your boyfriend Roman. You decided to dress up today, wearing a soft blouse and a skirt, with him wearing a white shirt and dark suit pants. 

You're sitting back down at the table, where he is waiting for you, smiling coyly. “So what do you have planned next?” He says curiously, reaching for your hand. Excitedly, you pull something from underneath the table and put it in front of him. His eyes widen instantly at the sight of a box. “Valentine’s day lovers kit,” Roman says slowly, raising his eyebrows. Stroking his hand you watch him looking at the box, muttering something underneath his breath. “We agreed to try something new, and I thought we could have some fun with this.” You say softly, feeling your face turning slightly red. Hesitating, his gaze shifts between you and the kit as he is trying to find the right words to say.

After a few more seconds of silence, his face softens and his mouth turns into a faint smile. “Okay, let’s do this,” Roman says, leaning in to place a single kiss on your cheek. Giggling, you blush even harder and together you open the box, looking at blindfolds, fluffy handcuffs, dice, and a tickler, everything colored in pink. He instantly picks up the dice, playing with them between his fingers. You, on the other hand, pick up the little piece of paper, explaining the rules.

“One wears the blindfold, the other rolls the dice to reveal the action of love each turn.” Reading the rules out loud, you can hear Roman already giggling nervously. “Look at those dice.” You watch him roll the dice onto the table. “Kiss leg,” Roman says and looks at you, not sure if to be concerned or excited. “We don’t have to play.” You say reassuringly, stroking his hand again. “No, it’s fine. It will be fun.”

He smiles and picks up the fluffy cuffs. “Look at that.” Roman giggles again, feeling the fluffy part between his fingers. “So, who should go first.” You say happily, while he tilts his head slightly. “Ladies first.” He smirks playfully. Together, you head into the bedroom, sitting down on to the bed. Roman grins while you blindfold and cuff him.

“I’m so nervous.” He says quietly, moving slowly from left to right. Excitedly, you roll the dice, revealing the action of love Roman will receive. “Rub leg.” You mutter to yourself and turn your head towards him. “What is it?” He giggles while you lean into him, putting your hand gently on to his lap. You start stroking his thigh, your fingers running down his leg, feeling his muscles tense through his trousers. "Interesting." He growls deeply while your fingers wander across his thighs.

You can see his whole body reacting to your gentle strokes. He breathes deeply, giving in to your touch. Licking your lip you can't help yourself but enjoy the sight of him, just sitting there, smirking mischievously. "You like that?" You say, tracing the crease of his pants to his crotch. "It feels good," Roman says, his voice already a little husky. "Now it's my turn." You smirk and you switch positions with him.

Now you're getting blindfolded and cuffed, just waiting for him to roll the dice. You can barely hear them running across the sheets of your bed, but Roman's happy giggling tells you that it has to be something he'd enjoy. Seeing nothing but pitch-black darkness you flinch once you can feel his warm breath on your neck. "Is it okay if I touch your boobs." He breathes into your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "Of course." 

Gasping, you take a deep breath. Just then you feel his fingers brushing over your chest, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. Carefully, Roman exposes his favorite lingerie underneath your top, moaning softly. "I knew you'd wear that." He says and before you can reply to him, you can feel a firm grip on your breasts as he starts to massage you.

Your whole body tenses at his touch, your heart beats faster and you bite your lower lip. "How does that feel?" He says comfortingly, making sure that you enjoy it just as much as he does. "Very good." You say breathlessly, taking a deep breath of his strong cologne, but then he suddenly stops. "That's it for now." He growls and kisses your cheek tenderly.

Before you can switch positions again, he notices you smirking deviously at him. "I know that face." Roman raises an eyebrow, unlocking the cuffs. "How about we switch it up?" You say, leaning in closer, starting to stroke his chest through his tight shirt. He watches your fingers for a few moments before his eyes meet yours. "What do you have in mind?" You lean in even closer, your lips barely brushing over his ear. "I really enjoy seeing you like this.” 

Roman turns his head slightly, just watching you out of the corner of his eye. “I would like to show you how much I enjoy it.” Your hand runs down his chest to his waist, sliding behind his belt, tugging at it. “Sounds good.” He says quietly, breathing down your neck. “But next time, it’s my turn okay?” You smirk again, stroking his growing bulge through his pants. “Okay. But for now, put the blindfold back on.” Hissing, you place a kiss on his neck while he puts it back on.

But instead of cuffing his hands, you fasten it at the bed frame. “What are you-?” Before he can finish that sentence you press your lips on his, for a long and searing kiss. “Do you trust me?” You breathe into him, leaving him speechless. He nods slowly, licking his lip to get the last drop of your taste. “Always.” Roman tries to get another kiss, but you push him further back towards the end of the bed. “You’ll enjoy this.” 

You open the nightstand and take one of his ties out, feeling it’s fabric between your fingers. “That should work.” Muttering underneath your breath, you fasten his other arm as well. Cuffed and blindfolded, you watch Roman pulling at his arms playfully, giggling and smirking the whole time. “Is it too tight?” You ask him worryingly, but he just shakes his head. “I like that, actually.” He smirks again, waiting for you to get closer.

Roman licks his lips and you can see him searching for you around the room. “Are you gonna just stand there?” He says snarkily, bending his hips towards you, groaning deeply. Your eyebrows twitch once and you let your clothes drop to the floor. Now just wearing the lingerie, you carefully climb onto the bed, crawling closer towards Roman. “There you are.” He breathes heavily once you start touching his legs, your hands running along with the outlines of his body, feeling his thighs, brushing his crotch, his chest until you kneeling on his lap.

Leaning even closer, he flinches when you brush his lips with yours but then he embraces your gentle kiss. “This will be fun.” You moan softly, separating from him slowly, still feeling his lips on yours. He swallows hard, pulling at his arm but the tie keeps him in place. “Fuck.” Roman moans, biting his lower lip now. “Not yet.” You say quietly, stroking his cheek, down to his neck and his chest. He bends into you again, while you start to open his shirt, one button at a time.

You can feel his chest bulging into your hand as he takes another deep breath. Looking at his bare chest, you start running a hand along with his tattoos, tracing the outlines of his toned body, making him tense even more. Replacing every touch with a loving kiss, you make your way downwards until you reach his waist. “Do you like that?” You say, playing with his belt again, noticing the huge dent forming in his trousers. “Fuck, I think you know the answer.” He growls, trying to move his arms again, but is tightly restrained.

Now, smirking, you tease him even more by stroking him firmly through his pants, and with every touch, he winces and moans louder. Easily, you open his suit pants, pulling them down to his ankles. He sighs in relief, rocking his hips slowly. You keep on stroking him, harder, until he reaches his full length. His whole body quivers once you slip inside his boxers, grabbing him with one hand. Moving your hand rhythmically, he leans his head back against the wall, groaning deeply. “Fuck. This is good.”

Now working on his dick and his thigh, you can see every muscle in his body move in sync with your hands, Just then, he shudders tugging at the cuffs and his tie. “Wait.” He grunts, taking another deep breath. “I want to see your beautiful eyes,” Roman says breathlessly. Hearing this makes you smirk again, so you stop stroking him for a second and take off his blindfold. He blinks a few times, his eyes getting used to the dim flickering candlelight on your bedroom.

Just for a few more moments, you stare into each other’s eyes, his whole body softening. “Thank you.” He says quietly, as you lean in for another gentle kiss. “My pleasure.” You smirk and with one swift move, you take off the lingerie, exposing your naked body. He groans deeply, bending his body into yours, rubbing his bulge against your thighs. “I want you.” You say, kissing him once more. “I’m yours.” He breathes into your mouth and you bend down again, now pulling his underwear down as well.

Once his immense dick is in front of you, you take another deep breath, before you help him sliding inside you. With a loud moan, the two of you start rocking your hips together, your bodies moving as one. Even though he cannot move his arms, he still tries to touch you, getting rougher and rougher the more he tries. You start stroking his chest while your moves become faster and faster. “Fuck this is so tight.” Roman growls, leaning his head back again in exhaustion.

“You feel so goo-.” You get interrupted by a long groan, the feeling of him inside you sending shivers down your spine again. After all of that teasing, it doesn’t take long for him to reach his limits. Unable to speak properly, he just growls throaty, asking for another kiss. Barely able to concentrate, you kiss him again but end up moaning into his mouth.

“God.” You groan deeply and put your hands around his neck, desperately trying to keep his lips on yours but the tension just gets unbearable. After a few more intense thrusts, both of you scream out in ecstasy, your whole apartment filled with your loud moans and grunts. Exhausted, you collapse against his chest, letting him out of you. Looking at the ceiling, Roman let’s out a burst of short laughter, trying so hard to catch his breath.

“This was intense.” He mutters underneath a last long moan, shifting from left to right, tugging at his restrains. “Could you, uh, help me?” Roman giggles, and you just remember that he is actually cuffed to your bed. “Fuck. Sorry.” You open the handcuffs, letting his hard drop to the bed. Struggling to get the tie off of the bed, he offers his hand to help you. “This was my good tie.” He pouts as he’s finally set free. 

“I’m sorry.” He strokes his arm, feeling the marks the cuffs left on his wrist. “It’s okay, it was worth it.” Turning his head towards you, he smiles satisfied. “I feel the same.” You say comfortingly, kissing your way across his other arm lovingly. “Just remember next time. It’s you who gets cuffed.” He smirks, kissing your forehead. “We will see about that.” You pet his sweaty chest, stroking him softly. Now you spend some time cuddling before you get ready for the night.

[footballffbarbiex]

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Lost in Translation – Roman Bürki One Shot

Warning: nsfw

For the anons requesting Roman Bürki smut. This is my first so please be gentle. Pun intended. :))))

Huge thanks to @nosequeurlusar for the Spanish translation! :)

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It felt like walking into a dream – and it wasn’t even his wedding. Roman didn’t know how else to describe it. The scene before his eyes was just mesmerizing. All he had to do was take one look, and everything clicked in its right place. A slow song started playing. Fireworks lit up the horizon. A cool evening breeze blew by. His gaze landing on the beautiful woman walking past him. He didn’t notice her at the ceremony earlier or at the pre-wedding party last night. He would have noticed her without a doubt. Ah, but fuck it. It’s not like he should just approach anyone he finds beautiful, right? Some of them should just be admired from afar. But just in case he sees her again…

He nudged Gonzo who was walking beside him with his wife, Jasmin. Julian and Erik followed them. “How do you say, ‘Hello, my name is Roman’ in Spanish?”

“Sorry?” Gonzo said, raising his voice above the pops of the fireworks. 

“The playboy is on the move,” Julian teased, and Erik almost spat out his drink.

Roman ignored the two and repeated the question to Gonzo.

“Hola, me llamo Roman,” Gonzo said promptly.

“Who is she? Where is she?” Erik insisted, his voice louder than Roman would have wanted.

“Shut up,” Roman hissed.

“We’re the only ones speaking German here,” the blond pointed out.

Roman ignored him and kept walking towards their reception table. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, causing Julian to bump right into his hard, broad shoulders.

“What the hell?” Julian said, rubbing his arm.

“T-There’s someone at our table,” Roman said cautiously.

“So? We must be sharing it with someone,” Julian said exasperatedly. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

“Is that her? The brunette in the green dress?” Erik asked, moving his head to get a better view. “I think I’ve seen her before.”

“Oh come on, you always say that about pretty girls,” Julian said.

“Can you give me a second?” Roman told them, and he started dragging his feet towards the table. He stopped as the brunette looked up.

“Hola, me llamo Roman.” The rush of blood in his ears was so loud, he couldn’t even hear himself speak. He was praying he said it correctly.

“Hola, Roman. Soy Isabel. Gusto en conocerte.” Isabel’s nude pink lips spread into a smile.

“Uhh…” Did she say nice to meet you? How do I respond to it? “Sí.” Shit, that doesn’t sound right.

“¿Encantadora ceremonia, cierto? Marc y Melissa forman una pareja muy hermosa. Estoy honrada de haber sido invitada, a pesar de no conocer a nadie más aquí. ¿Dónde están tus compañeros? ¿Es esta tu mesa también?*” Isabel was speaking quite fast and smiling, and Roman’s brain was going haywire from taking in so much of her all at the same time. Her voice. Her smile. Her striking blue eyes. Her tanned skin that perfectly compliments her aqua-colored dress. Her rich brown hair tucked into a low bun, with a few strands framing her face.

Isabel chuckled and squeezed his arm lightly. “I can speak German and English too. And Italian and French. Whichever you prefer.”

Roman laughed, relieved. “S-Sorry… I… That was rude of me.” He sat down beside her and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

“Not at all,” Isabel said politely with a shake of her head. She actually found it charming that he tried.

He felt a smack on his back, making him cringe. He knew he looked stupid and his teammates will give him hell for it.

“Hola,” Julian greeted cheerfully. Beside him, Erik echoed the greeting but in a shy tone. Both of them sat down across Isabel.

“Hola.” Isabel beamed at them. “It seems all from Dortmund are sharing a table. At least I’m no longer alone.”

“You are from Dortmund?” Roman asked, his eyes widening.

“I’m Marc’s and Melissa’s instructor in German. And Mikel’s too.”

“I knew you looked familiar! Mikel showed me your… picture… before…” Erik said, and his voice started to lower when all eyes went to him.

Isabel was surprised but she composed herself and smiled instead. “He did? I didn’t know he have one of me.”

Erik laughed nervously, and Roman glared at him for embarrassing Isabel. An awkward silence took over the table.

“Oh I remember now,” Gonzo spoke up. “Marc mentioned getting an instructor when he moved to Dortmund. He was serious to learn German.”

Isabel nodded, her eyes twinkling. “That’s true! I was quite new to Dortmund that time as well. First, free tickets to home games, and now this.” She motioned at the place with a sigh, followed by a shy laugh. “They are a very nice couple.”

The rest of the table murmured in agreement. Roman loved the dreamy look in her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe her luck finding herself rubbing elbows with famous people. If only she knew that he’s the one who couldn’t believe his luck meeting her here.

***

Roman stuck by Isabel’s side as the evening unfolded, while the rest of his teammates were… he couldn’t care less. He lost them after having their photos taken at the photo booth. He was still wearing his cat ears.

“I don’t get drunk,” she said proudly, downing her eighth glass of margarita. “Back in uni, I won a drinking contest, and all of the other contestants were guys.”

Roman laughed louder than he intended. He was already lightheaded from his own alcohol consumption. “With margarita, sure.”

Isabel walked up to him and leaned closer. “You don’t believe me?”

He felt his breath hitch in his throat. Her smug look was so hot that it shut him up quickly. And that pout was unforgivable.

Isabel took the cat ears he was wearing and put it on her head. She grinned widely like the Cheshire cat. “I like cats.”

“Me too,” he said, even if he doesn’t. He has Cliff. Sorry, Cliff.

She burst out laughing. “I’m not making any sense. Do you want to get some fresh air?”

“I thought you don’t get drunk,” Roman teased.

“I don’t, but Roman Bürki giving me that look is too much for me,” she teased back and Roman, for the second time that evening, didn’t know how to respond. Thankfully she dragged him across the room without waiting for a response.

The evening was pleasantly warm and quiet. The garden up front was empty except for a few guests smoking and chatting. They walked a bit further from them until they reached the side of the building.

“That’s better,” she said, closing her eyes in satisfaction.

Roman watched her eyelids flutter and her chest move as she took a deep breath. Her loose curls swayed slightly, teasing his fingers to run through it. She looked cute and sexy wearing those cat ears.

“How come you know so many languages?” he blurted out, forcing a few unwarranted thoughts into the back of his head.

Isabel laughed at the randomness of his question. “I grew up here in Barcelona and studied in Germany, where my mother is from. I was already in love with languages so I learned them at an early age. But it also helped that I worked a couple of years in France and Italy. Now I’m a translator and an instructor.” 

“Wow,” Roman said. “So what language do you think in?”

She giggled. “German. Sometimes Spanish.”

“I should probably learn Spanish.”

“Oh yeah? Why?”

Roman took a step closer, locking her in his gaze. “So I would understand what you’re thinking.”

Isabel raised an eyebrow. “Can you read minds?”

“I can.” He brought a hand up to her face and brushed his thumb across her cheek.

She responded to his touch by biting her bottom lip. “So what am I thinking right now?”

“That I’m attractive,” he answered. “And hot.”

Isabel burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t thinking that.”

He pouted, giving her a wounded look. “Are you sure? Because I –“

The rest of his sentence was muffled as she pressed her lips against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. Roman grabbed her waist and pushed her against the wall, kissing her back and forcing a tongue into her sweet, warm mouth. When their tongues touched for the first time, Isabel thought her eyes were about to roll back in her head. She gave him a gentle push on the chest. Roman pulled back and looked down at her with hooded eyes.

“Guess you didn’t see that coming,” she whispered with a cocky smile.

Roman smiled back. “You win.”

It didn’t take long before they were at her hotel room, still kissing and only breaking apart to struggle out of their clothes. Roman quickly stripped off his khaki pants, white button down shirt and boxers and tossed his black bowtie somewhere. Isabel was secretly hoping he would keep it on because he looked sexy and funny. Before she could admire his naked body, he spun her around and shoved her against the door, making her gasp. His arms slipped around her waist as he pushed his erection against her ass. He buried his face in her neck while fumbling with the zipper of her A-line dress. His ragged breath was hot against her ear, and she could feel her core getting wet. He tore off her dress finally, leaving her in her lingerie.

Roman spun her again to face him – gently this time – as he unhooked her bra and lowered her panties while kissing every inch of skin being revealed. He pulled back to take off her hairpins and he watched as her curls cascade down to her chest. The sight of her nipples peeking out of her curls made him swallow hard.

Isabel liked the look on Roman’s face as his gaze trailed over her body, but more than that was the heady sight of his nakedness, all hers tonight.

“So are you going to just stand there?” she said boldly.

Roman smirked as he carried her and kissed her all the way to the bed. He was still kissing her when he lowered her to the bed and whispered, “Let me hear you curse in different languages as I fuck you.”

He licked and sucked one nipple after the other and began kissing his way down her body. Isabel moaned as she ran her hands through his hair. He dragged his mouth across her navel, his beard leaving a prickly trail on her skin that was making her toes curl. He parted her legs and let his mouth slide up her thigh, finally landing on her wet folds.

“Oh god!” Isabel screamed as an intense sensation shot up from that spot. She was holding fistfuls of Roman’s hair as he lapped and licked at her clit.

When he was satisfied, Roman climbed back up her body and pressed his lips against hers. He gripped her hips with both hands and took her unapologetically in one swift thrust. She gasped into his mouth, feeling her muscles tighten around him. He brazenly locked eyes with her as he pushed harder and faster, watching her face contort in ecstasy as she came. He buried his face against her neck as he started to tense, and Isabel tightened her legs around him. He groaned with one final shove, and his body jerked with his release. Roman kept groaning as he stilled himself on top of her. After a few minutes, he slowly pulled out of her and crashed on the bed breathless and wordless.

Isabel pulled the sheets to cover herself and rolled to face Roman. Every curve of his muscle was glistening with sweat and his hair was disheveled. He looked hot even when spent. When he noticed her staring at him, he propped himself up on his elbow to see her better.

“What are you thinking?” His other hand caressed her cheek tenderly.

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“Read my mind.”

He grinned cheekily. “Well… It was the best sex you’ve ever had.”

Isabel laughed and rolled to the other direction. “I was thinking in Spanish. And you’re wrong.” But she was lying.

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*Translation: Lovely ceremony, right? Marc and Melissa are a very beautiful couple and I’m honored to be invited, even if I don’t know anyone else here. Where are your teammates? Is this your table too?

[arrrseeenalfc]

Roman Bürki smut

I hear him groan and a thump that’s most likely his head hitting the door. His quick footsteps follow, and I’ve just pushed open his bedroom door. He pulls me up, carrying me in his arms as he steps through the doorway. I squeal and I don’t manage to hook my arms around his neck before he sits me on the edge of his bed.

I swallow and turn to face him. He’s kneeling in front of me, and his eyes are fixed on the bare skin of my waist and the strapless blue bra I’ve worn for the occasion.

I lean back, bracing my hands on the bed, and he follows me forward, placing a hot kiss just above the button on my skirt. I unhook my bra and toss it down.

He growls low in his throat, standing to lean over me until I lay all the way back. I hook my fingers around his belt buckle and use it to pull him closer. I drag my nails lightly down his abdomen until I can slip them just beneath the band of his jeans.

He swallows again and closes his eyes, and I can see his arms shaking on either side of my head. He crushes his lips to mine, and then his body follows, pressing down into mine.

His kisses are so hard and fast and desperate that I’m breathing heavy just trying to keep up. Moaning I slip my hands up the back of his shirt, digging my fingers into his lower back in the way I know drives him crazy. When I can’t keep up with the punishing pace, he leaves my mouth to drop kisses down my neck and chest. I’ve got his shirt pulled all the way up to his shoulders when he sucks the tip of my breast into his mouth, and I buck beneath him.

He uses his teeth just enough that I break out in goose bumps, and I swear if I could tear his shirt off him I would.

“Off,” I beg, tugging on it, but he ignores me in favor of switching to my other breast.

I let go of his shirt to grip his hair, and I’m gulping in air as fast as I can. He flicks me with his tongue, and I cry out. Desperate, I reach for his shirt again and say, “Please Roman..“p>

He lifts up, sliding back until he’s kneeling in front of me again.

“It’s my turn to tease, love.”

The heat of his breath chasing over the sensitive skin of my thighs as he reaches beneath my skirt to tug at my panties.

He’s so good at this—dipping and swirling and flicking his tongue in all the right places. His stubble brushes my sensitive skin, and my hips buck up toward him. He alternates among breathing and kissing and sucking, bringing me close to the edge in record time. Then he pulls back, dragging his lips down my thigh.

I groan in disappointment, and he laughs darkly. He pulls my skirt down over my hips, leaving me and him fully naked. He leans down, planting a soft kiss on my lips. His lips return to my neck to tease me some more, but when I get to slide my hands over his skin, I don’t mind. I run my fingers softly down his side, and his mouth on my collarbone presses harder. I lean my head up, placing a kiss on his shoulder before dragging my teeth over the same spot. His breath catches and wrap my legs around him and pull until our hips are crushed together.

I roll my hips up into his and sigh. There’s an ache between my legs that’s beyond need.

“Y/n” he moans.

I do it again, moaning this time because I know he doesn’t like me silent.

I can feel him against me, and I am wound so tightly that I can barely think straight. I keep pushing up into him, wanting to be closer, but taking whatever friction I can get.

I don’t even realize that my nails are digging into his shoulders, until Roman pulls my hands away, pinning my wrists above my head.

“So sexy” he growls.

“I just need you.”

His mouth slams down on mine again, and I do my best to fight his hold as he kisses me. When my bare chest brushes his, the tight buds of my nipples dragging over his bare skin, he shudders. He pauses to grab protection from his bedside table, and then he’s back with me, his face hovering over mine, and his body still not close enough.

He kisses me again and lowers his body to cover my own. He’s like silk and steel against me, and the tip of him brushes the bundle of nerves at my center, tearing another moan from me. I close my eyes, and I want him so badly that I feel weak with it.

Another thrust, the length of him sliding through my folds driving me absolutely mad. He sinks inside me and we lock perfectly. He thrusts a little harder, bringing him as deep as he can go. One hand curls possessively around my breast as he grinds down into me. I cry out, “Oh, yes, that. Like that.”

His lips take mine in a hungry kiss, and he gives me what I want, his muscled body colliding deliciously with mine. His pace quickens with the very thrust earning more screams of pleasure from me. “Fuck Y/n so tight” he moans making me squeeze tighter around him. Heart rate and breathing rapidly we both go in for a kiss, filled with passion and love as he keeps going. Lifting one off legs over his shoulder he thrusts deeper, making my head roll back but the intensity of how deep he is. “Ahhh Roman…ahh yes right there… omg keep going” I moan with encourages him to go faster. Skin slapping and the room steaming, he thrust into me a few more times before I scream in pleasure. “Arghh” he growls, emptying himself before pulling out causing me to moan from the lost of contact. Getting up he goes to get rid of the condom and wet a rag. Coming back he uses the rag to clean the sweat on my face and my neck before pulling the covers over us.

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Heyy I hope you like this and request anymore if you like. Tell me what you think so I know if my writing it good. Have a good day guys. Byee

[sunsetfanfics]

Who I write for:

thiago alcântara

trent alexander-arnold

alisson becker

héctor bellerín

roman bürki

eric maxim choupo-moting

alphonso davies

kevin de bruyne

julian draxler

olivier giroud

serge gnabry

leon goretzka

antoine griezmann

erling haaland

lucas hernández

theo hernández

joshua kimmich

thomas lemar

robert lewandowksi

kylian mbappé

jamal musiala

alex oxlade-chamberlain

benjamin pavard

paul pogba

marcus rashford

jadon sancho

renato sanches

leroy sané

corentin tolisso

dayot upamencano

raphaël varane

if you want me to add a player to the list/request for one, send it!

I do not write smut, but can hint to it

*REQUESTS ARE OPEN*

[sanjithesimp]

The Club - Roman Bürki

Note: This is NSFW due to the fact that this is a completely smut fic

I hope you really enjoy it 😉

@buerkihoe  I am sorry if you didn't read this today, but I wanted to be special and that it actually make myself die as writing it...but do tell me what do you think??  

It was time to get ready for work, so I opened my locker and took my only two pieces of clothes that I would use...not that it would cover much, but the show was about to start and my boss hated when we weren't ready.

The lingerie was so revealing, but my boss said that we wouldn't get much if we didn't show what the guys wanted to see.

-.Hey Y/N,  don't you think this is way to much??.- my friend said as she looked in the mirror to see that it was almost transparent...

-.Yeah I know girl but you know what I no longer care, you know Jeff, he “just don't fucking care”.- I said imitating him, because every time we complained about the clothes he would say he didn't fucking care.

We went to get ready in the stage...as always.

The same stupid song started, and we started dancing as maybe the whole guys that were in the bar got near to the stage like a bunch of thirsty dogs...they disgusted me so much, even though sometimes they made me feel so good.

We started dancing, the same steps we already knew even backwards, and don't forget to smile... as we were doing our stupid dance a bunch of guys I’ve never seen before where looking at us, they were all too fine to be here.

-.Look at those snacks Y/N, they are looking straight at us...- my friend Lucy said, excited.

-.I know, but we should concentrate on the rich ones...you know what...- she interrupted me.

-.....What Jeff says “go for the money, not the face”, I know what he says, but please lets just enjoy a little.- she said as she danced, exaggerating the steps and letting them see everything.

Roman POV 

We were in our summer vacations, after a long season...which had been exhausting but pretty good for the team, but now it was time for us to distract ourselves and enjoy...

Today we would visit a club, Daniel said would be great and would distract everyone I wasn't very happy to go there, but I did want to go somewhere and have fun.

So when we got there, I knew what kind of distractions he was talking about, and I...I thought it wasn't a great idea, but we were already there.

-.Hello guys...the show is about to start, you got here just in time.- a beautiful girl with less clothes than girls in the beach.

Everyone checked her out, but I just didn't feel like to, she deserved a little bit of respect.

Then the lights lit off, which told us that the show was going to start.

A song started, and a dozen of girls dressed just like the girl in the entrance but more revealing were dancing in the stage, their bodies where incredible...they were so beautiful, but there was one in special, she was perfect in every way the way here body moved made me want to do bad things to her.

She smiled to us, and the girl next to her too, my friends where drooling...

-.Oh Roman, look at them, I want to...- The girls started going off the stage and walking through the crowd, my heart started beating, and when I looked back all my friends had already gone.

While I stayed there, looking for her.

Y/N POV 

The show continued, and it was time to go down and dance with the boys and you know, please them.

-.Lets go that way, maybe one of them is a billionaire..- Lucy insisted, and I went with her.

But the guys were gone, only one was there, he was very handsome I had to admit, he even looked hot.

Concentrate yourself its a client not a guy in the streets

-.That guy hasn't stoped looking at you since the show started, you should go for him...he is so fuckable.- she bit her lip, checking him out.

-.No, maybe you...- she was already gone.

And the guy looked at me, I had not exit from this.

Relax, do what you know what to do...

I walked to him, bitting my lip and I got his attention...in my mouth, then I moved my hands all over my body, and every place I touched he followed with his eyes.

Then when I was with him, my heart started beating faster...

I started moving my body, getting closer and closer, and I knew he was enjoying it as his breathing was choppy and he licked his lips frequently, then I took his hands and placed them in my hips but he lowered them all the way to my ass and he got closer to me...until he got to my neck and placed wet kisses all over it, I was already panting, who was this guy??

He touched my body as he wanted to, turning me on as never before...I slowly started walking to the backstage, where no one would find us, one of his hands moved all the way to my panties and then moved them aside to touch my clit, his fingers felt so good in me...but when he started moving them faster I let out a moan

Roman POV 

She felt so good in my hands, and she definitely turned me on...and she was also turned on, and so wet for me.

When we started kissing I knew we wouldn't stop.

As we went to the backstage where no one would interrupt us, my hand traveled through her  until I found her wetness, she was so hot in there and as I moved my fingers in and out her, I could see she was loving it...as she moaned.

I never would’ve thought this would happen, not after I ended my relationship with Nastassja, I wasn't over her...but maybe this would help me do it.

Definitely coming to Ibiza was a great idea.

Y/N POV 

He was leaving wet kisses in my neck then in my collarbone and then he took off my top slowly, letting my breast completely uncovered and with his free hand he started cupping one of them, making me moan again

We were covered in sweat and the music was almost over...maybe two or three songs and then we would have to go.

So I managed to talk.

-.We ...need...to...hurry...- my voice sounded weird, full of energy.

-.Ok, baby.- he said, his voice sounded so seductive.

He took his length out, his erection evident...and then took my panties off to get inside of me...he felt better that way, and his fingers still moving in my clit...I would come at any moment.

I moved even faster, he let out a moan, so I knew it was almost over.

A little bit after I felt him coming and I did too, filling my walls with him...and then he took his length out and and inside his pants as I dressed again, with him looking all the time.

This was the last time I would ever do this..I couldn't even believe how Lucy convinced me.

I was about to leave but he took my arm.

-.Can I know your name??.- he said.- Mine is Roman..- he said smiling.

-.Y/N, but now I have to go, my boss will kill me..- I said walking fast, away from him.

-.Hey!!.- He yelled, and I looked back, walking back..I was going to lose my job.- Will I ever see you again??.- he said.

-.I don’t know.- and I started running again.

My boss was definitely killing me..for not getting a single penny and for getting late for the meeting.

But a part of me, really liked what happened today...I wanted it to happen again.

[emwritesfootball]

Blurb Weekend Masterlist: 29-30 May 2021

Sander Berge 1. Morning Cuddles 2. First Date 3. Learning Each Other [smutish] 4. Wedding Night [smutish] 5. Making Breakfast 6. Getting Ready

Martin Ødegaard 1. Holiday Smut [smut] 2. Getting Papped 3. Mirror Selfies 4. Spit In Your Mouth [smut]

Serge Gnabry 1. Reward [smut]

Kieran Tierney 1. Neck Kisses [smutish]

Erling Haaland (Fluff Only) 1. Soft Holiday 2. Independent 3. Nightmare 4. Pretty 5. No One Around 6. Bath Together 7. Telling Him Off 8. Meeting His Family 9. Outfit Choices 10. Pillow Talk

Douglas Luiz 1. Out of the Shower

Matty Cash 1. Late Night Drive

Tom Davies 1. Fingers Through His Hair [smut]

Christian Pulisic 1. Confident Dom [smut] 2. Cuddles

Joe Gomez 1. Dominatrix [smut] 2. Ice Play [smut]

Kai Havertz 1. Washing His Hair

Roman Bürki 1. Younger

Dele Alli 1. Out In Public [smut]

Calum Chambers 1. Fake Nails

Anyone 1. "Your nipples are sensitive today"

[boreussia-durmmund]

Holding onto you - Roman Bürki

A/N: This one is for you, Cami. If you won’t listen to me, you gotta listen to me through me writing Roman.  I hope it gives you a little something.  @the-place-to-sparkle

He didn't even look at her before asking with a concerned expression on his face. “Bad day? It didn't even really sound like a question if Clara was being honest, he knew her well enough to know. She shrugged her shoulders in response while also nodding and for a half a second Clara felt like she was going to have a breakdown but it just didn't happen. To be honest, right now she had no idea how she was feeling, there were no words to describe it. Roman sighed. Then he sat down on the couch a bit away from her. It seemed like he wasn't sure if she wanted him closer and he was always respecting her boundaries. Clara loved that about him. “You know that I love you.” he told her for the millionth time this month because he knew she needed to hear that. “I know-” she replied in a bittersweet voice. Roman knew she wanted to go but he interrupted her on purpose. It was easy for him to know what she wanted to say, they had played this conversation often enough. “But you can't believe me today.” he tried to make it sound neutral. “Not at all...” She hadn't looked at him during the whole conversation. The mess her mind was today made her feel so ashamed and that made the mess even messier. It was a vicious circle. She hated it even more because she knew exactly that this was just her brain making a problem out of nothing but she couldn't stop it from doing so. Roman took a deep breath in. There was no way to deny that these were asking too much of him sometimes although he was trying his best. On days like these, it wasn't easy to get through her problems and reach her. It made both of them feel like they were left out in the dark. “Is there a special reason for it today that you want to tell me?” Now it was Clara's turn to sigh desperately. “Just mean people being mean..” she told him. This was the kind of response she was giving him when she didn't want to talk about it. Roman knew that she wouldn't go on. Today she was bad at words, bad at explaining how she was feeling, bad at helping him help her. Experience had taught him that. Nevertheless, he had started his own treatments for such bad days, he was trying his best to help her however he could. For a minute the room was silent while he was thinking, then Roman left. It made it even worse for Clara. Not even he still wanted to put up with her shit, he was annoyed by her, he wanted to leave her, honestly who wouldn't understand. She really didn't want to be stuck in this bad routine because somewhere inside of her she knew it was bullshit but once it had started it was hard to stop. It was just too easy putting herself down. It didn't take long for Roman to return though with half a smile on his face which still looked sad. “We're gonna go take a bath. Maybe it helps.” he tried to sound positive but she didn't buy it. Clara pressed her lips together. “I know you don't feel like getting up.” he could read her like a book and she knew this was a sign that he cared about her that  Roman loved her. “So you don't have to. Am I allowed to touch you?” He was asking like always on bad days and it wasn't healing her but it was a good thing to do. Clara nodded knowing what he was planning to do before he lifted her up into his arms. Even through his shirt, she could feel the warmth of his body and somehow this was soothing her at least a tiny bit. It felt right to be in his arms, it couldn't fight off all the hate in her but it wasn't making anything worse. Once they were in the bathroom she didn't want to let go so Roman sat down on the floor with her in his lap, rocking her like a baby until she let go of him. He helped her out of her clothes while she was doing nothing sitting on the floor letting the bad thoughts run through her. By now Roman had given up on talking because he knew he wouldn't get her talk and he didn't want to force her. Everything was already prepared and she loved it and she hated herself for not helping him at all. He even had to lift her into the bathtub. Roman was just the sweetest and she couldn't give him anything back and it just felt so wrong. For a minute she waited for him to get in while he was sitting in front of the tub just smiling at her but she couldn't stand this, so she gestured for him to come in as well. Roman followed her orders and she felt safe in his arms, her back to his chest, his muscles all around her, perfect to hold onto. Clara finally felt safe enough to start crying, to let her emotions overwhelm her, breaking down, taking it all from her. While she was stuck in her own mind, Roman was whispering soft reassurances into her ear, his beard scraping against her neck, his hands searching for hers, giving her something she could hold onto until it was finally over. It took a while for her to come down. It hurt. She wished she could say that she was feeling better afterward but at least she wasn't feeling worse. She wanted to say “thank you” “I love you soo much” to Roman yet she was unable to form words. Something in his smile made her believe he knew it anyway. Nothing was alright, nothing was fine. She was hurting but the city wouldn't burn down tonight.

[iwriteficsandtragedies]

Cracked

Warnings: smut, bad experiences with sex, vibrators, language

Request: Hello! Can you write about Roman Bürki, a smut one where his girlfriend is nervous about sex because of previous bad relationships and experienses but he's very sweet?

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It’s not that she doesn’t like sex. Well… she wants to like sex, is a better way of putting it. She wants it, she craves a man’s touch, but every experience she’s had has left her frustrated at best and at worst… well, at worst it’s ended in yelling and tears and shame. She has yet to meet a man willing to take his time with her, willing to learn and listen to her, and so she’s resigned herself to investing heavily in vibrators and gotten really good at faking orgasms when she can’t come up with a good enough excuse to get out of having sex.

But Roman has changed everything. The first time she tensed up, the first time she subconsciously drew away from his touch, he stopped. He didn’t complain or try to make her feel guilty. He just carried on with their previous conversation. He never pushes, ever, even when she can feel him straining so hard against his zipper she thinks it might burst open. His patience with her is saint-like, even when they’re in bed half-naked. Like they are right now.

When his hand slides up her thigh, creeping upwards ever so slowly, she tries to keep her body relaxed, to focus on his kiss and let him just touch her the way he wants to, but he stops moving his hand when he reaches the edge of her panties. He’s felt her muscles go rigid. “Talk to me,” he murmurs, stroking his hand back down her leg. “Tell me what happened.”

“It’s… I can’t…” She sighs, twisting the neckline of his shirt between her fingers. 

“It’s OK,” he says. “Take your time.

She laughs bitterly at his all-too-appropriate choice of words. “It takes a long time for me to come. Like. A really long time.” She blinks back tears. She’s so embarrassed. “Most men… all of them… the ones I’ve been with, give up after awhile.”

“Have you ever… You’ve had orgasms though, right?” He looks shocked. “Right?”

“Only by myself.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He’s so insulted she can’t help but laugh, but he’s not amused. “That’s unacceptable.”

“I get the job done.”

He shifts her so she’s nestled in beside him, tucked under his arm. “How?”

“How what?”

“How do you make yourself come, I want to know.”

Her cheeks flame hot with the blush that flashes over her. “Roman, you don’t have to-“

“Please.” He strokes a finger over her cheek. He’s so tender with her. “I want to know.”

She bites her lip. “Just a vibrator, nothing special.”

“Will you show me?”

“What, now?” He nods, and she turns a deeper shade of red, but she digs in her nightstand for her favorite wand. He takes it from her, propping himself up on his elbow as he examines it. It’s the first time she’s shown a man any of her collection. Hell, it’s the first time a man’s shown any interest in it. Others have been turned off, even threatened by it.

“It’s heavy,” he says, and he clicks it on. “Holy shit,” he laughs, dropping it to her stomach and shaking his hand. “That doesn’t make you come off the bed?”

“That’s just the lowest setting,” she says, giggling with him and shutting it off. “That doesn’t freak you out?”

“Why would it?” He’s looking down at her.

“I don’t know, it’s not…. You? I guess?”

He rolls his eyes. He looks briefly disgusted, but his tone is teasing. “What kind of immature boys have you been sleeping with?” She smiles at him as he slides a hand under her shirt, caressing her stomach. “Seems I have some work to do.” He reaches for the vibrator again.

“Oh?” She sucks in a breath when he turns it on again and moves it over the top of her leg. She feels the vibrations in her clit, just intense enough to make her stomach tighten. “Oh.”

He lets the vibrator travel lower, watching her face as he inches closer to the little bud that is already aching. “Show me,” he says softly, putting the toy in her hand.

Her breathing quickens, her chest tightens, fear and embarrassment roaring to life in the back of her mind. She starts to pull away. “Roman, I can’t…”

“Sshhh,” he says, his lips soft against her temple. “Close your eyes. Take a breath.” He covers her hand with his, redirecting the vibrator back to her center. “Show me how to please you, baby.”

She pulls in a deep breath, focusing on the familiar way the toy moves against her. She can get herself to orgasm in minutes, alone, but she’s never had an audience.  The vibrations are working their magic though, and she gives in to the sensations. She feels his eyes on her. Her heart is racing, but the discomfort has given way to excitement. She’s enjoying herself. She turns the vibrator up a notch.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Roman’s voice is so deep. His hand still lays over hers, following her movements, learning how to touch her. He trails soft kisses over her jawline and neck, responding to every little noise she makes.

She squirms, frustrated. “I need to… need to…” It’s almost just right, she can feel it building in her belly, but the angle is wrong.

“What do you need, baby.” He whispers in her ear, his erection digging into her side. He feels huge.

“Need to turn,” she replies, and she rips off her panties and rolls over to her side, throwing a leg out, and that’s what she needs. She starts to rock her hips against the toy, Roman’s body pressed against her back.

His hand is sliding over her body, his lips pressing heavy kisses against her shoulder, and he drags his fingers through the wetness between her thighs. “Can I play with you,” he asks quietly, and she presses back against him.

“Yes,” she breathes, her body aching to be touched, and when he pushes a finger into her she cries out softly. He moans against her skin, working his finger inside her, and it’s heaven but it’s not enough. “Roman,” she pleads. “Need… you…” She needs more, so much more than just his finger. “Please,” but he’s already lined himself up against her.

“Are you sure,” he asks her. “Baby, are you sure?”

“Yes, Roman, please.”

With a low groan he pushes into her, and as he starts to thrust she cries out again. Is this what she’s been missing? All this time? He’s barely entered her, taking his time, but he’s perfectly positioned to hit her g-spot with every push of his hips and she’s on fire. Her body tenses, not with anxiety, but with anticipation of what’s building inside her. She can’t breathe, this feels so good. She turns the vibrator to the highest setting and her walls clamp down on him.

“Oh fuck, Roman, faster!”

He has a vice grip on her thigh as he pistons his hips into her, grunting with the effort of holding back from fucking her too deeply. She’s so close, her body begging for relief, and his lips drag over her ear with a single word – “Come” – and she’s falling, stars flashing behind her eyes and her scream catching in her throat as she pulses around him, her body shuddering with the orgasm that tears through her so hard and fast she reflexively flings the vibrator to the floor.

She doesn’t know if Roman finishes. He’s gone still behind her, holding her gingerly, and she can hear him breathing heavily. “Holy shit,” he mumbles.

“Holy shit,” she repeats, and then she’s crying, trying not to sob, and Roman is turning her in his arms and holding her to his chest, rubbing soothing circles over her back as he shushes her. “I’m sorry,” she blubbers, feeling like such a fool. “Fuck, I’m sorry, what’s wrong with me?”

His laugh is quiet, and she feels it in his chest. “That good, huh?”

She starts to laugh with him. “Well I don’t have much to compare it to.” She wipes her eyes on the sheet. “But yeah, that good.”

He rolls over on top of her, kissing her with a contented sigh. “You just wait,” he says. “We’ll get through that whole drawer by the end of the weekend.”

[footballffbarbiex]

Emre Can One Shots.

I apologise for any format issues. There are no spacing problems when I post the update but for some reason, the app likes to mess things up :( Typos are my own errors though.

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Prompts, blurbs, song blurbs:

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One-shots:

Watch Me Make Her Happy. ft Roman Bürki. When Emre and his girlfriend bump into her ex-Roman at an awards ceremony, Emre sets his goal to prove he’s better for her.  

Family visits Meeting the family is never fun.

Christmas Shopping Emre isn’t good at not searching for his presents.

Under the mistletoe When she doesn’t go to his teams Christmas meal, Emre wants to prove he cares.

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Smut:

[quack-and-yellow]

Can you do dating Roman Bürki eoul includes ? 😊

- Beach holidays (Ibiza being Roman’s favorite)- Getting another dog and arguing about which breed (Roman wants another toy dog like Cliff, which makes you eye him incredulously); in the end you win by adopting a huge mixed breed dog, which ends up melting Roman’s heart because of its sad rescue story; after all, Roman has a soft spot and you love that about him- Your Instagram/Snapchat story featuring Roman during your dates and holidays, also Roman with your two dogs (in other words, your three babies)- Music anytime, anywhere: while driving, while on the plane, during sex, after sex, while cuddling in lazy mornings, while working out and/or running, while preparing breakfast or dinner, when it’s raining, when it’s snowing, when it’s sunny, etc.- Sending each other newly discovered music; “Let’s play this the next time we have sex;” “Yeah, you mean tonight?”- Lazing with him on the open deck of your house (with background music of course 🙄😂)- Said lazing around turns to making out, especially when he starts teasing you- Dreaming about going to Coachella together- Waking up and seeing Roman naked beside you still feels like a dream after all this time because daaaaamn- Lots of staring because daaaaaaaaaaamn 😩- Teasing each other by whispering naughty things in public (Roman loses every time because it can be hard to hide that bulge, can’t it?)- Cuddling; Roman loves to cuddle and spoon you especially on bad days; he can be such an adorable puppy- Not to mention taking care of you when you’re sick and giving you massages when you’re stressed with work or studies- And this:“Are you ready?” You wriggled your eyebrows at Roman as you pulled him towards your bedroom.

Roman’s eyes ran up and down your body, and even if you’re still fully clothed, you can see the lust clouding his dark brown eyes. You smirked in satisfaction.

This was his fault after all. Oh wait, maybe yours. Three weeks ago, while cuddling after sex, you studied his tattooed arm draped around you.“What if I get a tattoo?” you said aloud.“Hmm?” Roman opened an eye to look at you. He had almost drifted to sleep.You traced his tattoos thoughtfully. “I think I want one.”“Okay,” he said, smirking as he played along.“I’m sure of it!” you snapped. “I’m not even scared of the pain.”“That’s my girl.” Roman pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. “Let’s get one together?”“What? You want another one?”“Why not?” he said, shrugging. Then he propped his head on his arm and looked at you, his eyes twinkling. “Wait, I have an idea. Let’s get one separately and when we have sex on our anniversary, the challenge is to look for it.”“You and your ideas!” you said, laughing as you pinch his cheeks. “That’s three weeks from now, can you handle it?”

“It makes it more exciting, you know,” he said, grinning. “So how about another round since the next one is in three weeks?”Fast forward to your anniversary. Roman lay you on the bed, kissing you while fumbling with the buttons of your shirt. You decided to wear it and your tight jeans so that it would take some time to take it off, therefore building the excitement. True enough, Roman groaned in frustration as he tried to tear it out. As for him, he wore a simple white shirt and his usual ripped jeans, which were already on the floor.So that means his new tattoo is not on his arms, you thought as you kissed him back hungrily. Ah fuck, why do I even care?Roman looked like he had forgotten about your challenge after all. He lay on top of you, trailing his lips along the crook of your neck and down to your shoulders as he slid off the straps of your bra. You let out a low moan. Roman quickly took off his boxers and that’s when you saw it.“The Vitruvian Man? Really?” you exclaimed.“Huh? What?” he asked, disoriented. He followed your gaze, which landed on his left thigh.“Oh yeah. Cool, huh?” he said, grinning. “Got it during the first week of our challenge.”You wanted to wince, but you quickly masked it with a laugh, not wanting to ruin his mood. He looked so proud of it. And anyway, you still love him even with his apparent weird taste in tattoos.“Show me yours,” Roman urged excitedly.You held out your wrist and showed him your sun tattoo.“It’s beautiful,” he said, rubbing it with his thumb. “Why the sun?”“Because we both love the sun,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close to peck his lips. “And because you are my sun. You always brighten my day.”He beamed widely and kissed you softly, tenderly.“We never got to talk about what the winner of this challenge will get,” you said when you broke for air.Roman traced a finger from your forehead down to your lips. “I will never stop shining for you.”

[marcdurm]

Nice to meet you. Taken. (2)

Hector Bellerin Imagine: Part 1

As weeks passed me and Sav’s friends came closer. Especially with Alex. That guy is so funny and he doesn’t even try. Of course he is always bullying me just like Sav does and maybe worse but it’s not like I don’t bully him either. What I like the most is that he is being so over protective around me because he claims that even if I turned 18, I’m still underage and not an adult. As for talking about me turning 18. My birthday has been the best and the worse day of my life at the same time.

I wasn’t planning to do anything special other than going out to a club or something but Alex insisted that we had to have dinner first all together so we decided I would cook for them but as my place is far from London, we would do it at Alex’s place. No need to mention the fights me and Alex had while cooking.

As I barely had any close friends in England, other than the boys and a few girls from university, Alex had the incredible idea to ask the non-single boys to bring their girlfriends too so we wouldn’t be just four girls with that many guys at the club. And you know what that means. Hector had to invite his girlfriend Berta or whatever her name she said it was the other day when hector and her picked me up from the train station to drive me to alex’s place. That was one of the worst car-rides I’ve ever had. Hector being all flirty with her and me sitting at the back of the car still trying to figure out what “I would be stupid if I kissed you right now but I would also be stupid if I don’t” meant when he said it two days ago. Or maybe what he meant with all those ‘text me when you are safe and home’, ‘don’t drink too much tonight’, ‘don’t be too late back home’ texts he would constantly sent throughout the previous weeks. Or maybe when he drove all the way from London to my place just to spend the evening with me without even giving me a warning.

Everyone finally made it on time and we were done with our dinner early enough for me to change my outfit for the club.

“Hi, I need to fresh up my make up, do you mind if I come in?” I looked over my shoulder to see hector’s girlfriend standing at the entrance to Alex’s room. I smiled at her and cleared the place in front of the mirror from my make up stuff so she could get hers on.

She looked so beautiful, so lovely. But still something made me sick about her. And that was the idea that she had Hector and I don’t. That she knew what he was in his life and I didn’t.

At the club Hector was most of the time with her. Dancing, laughing and kissing. Just like every single normal couple out there. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them until I decided to enjoy my time at the same way he did. I walked over to the bar where there was this guy that previously had offered me a drink and took his hand in mine and walked him to the dance floor, a few bodies away from hector and berta. One thing led to another and a few songs later I was out pressed on a wall making out with him until someone had pulled him off of me and threatened him to leave. It took me a few moments to realize it was hector.

“What are you doing!” I screamed into his face trying while trying to balance myself from not falling down.

“This is not about what I am doing but what you are doing!”

“What is your problem Hector? And for fuck’s sake stop moving.” I tried to get a hold on the wall behind me while at the same time I was throwing my hands in the air in frustration at hector.

“My problem is that you are out here all drunk shoving your tongue down the throat of someone you don’t even know while he’s touching you every fucking where Elizabella!”

“Oh so what is that now hector? You getting jealous? Why do you even care anyway? It’s not like you paid attention to me and I didn’t. You were in there doing exactly the same so whats your point here? What? You get to live your life in two points of view but I am not even allowed to get one? I don’t understand you hector! ‘Elizabella, I’m on my way I’m coming to your place.’ And then next day ‘Oh Berta mi amor I love you so much blah blah blah’.” I tried to make the best impression I could do of him.

“I’m taking you home.” He pulled me closer to his body and next thing I know he was whispering something to Alex and then to Berta who of course came with us.

“Berta, did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah El, actually thank you for inviting me.”

“Myyyy pleasureeee.” I said and started laughing.

“Whats funny?” Hector asked trying to get into the conversation.

“Do you really wanna know what’s funny Heccy?” I said with a big smile on my face. He of course knew what was coming and he shot me a glare through the car’s mirror. “Guess you don’t”. Few moments later we were outside hector’s house.

“I’m just going to drop her off at the hotel, make sure that she’s safe and I’ll be back okay? Don’t wait for me, go to sleep.” He kissed her and she nodded while getting out of the car. As soon as she was out I through my heels from the back seat to the now empty front seat. “What the fuck?” then I jumped from the back seat to the front seat. “You could have just used the doors. Get your seatbelt on.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Elizabella!”

“I said, I don’t want to.”

“For fucks sake! GET YOUR SEATBELT ON.” His face was getting a shade of red that screamed anger. You don’t want to mess with this, Eliza.

“Fine.” I got my seatbelt on and looked out of the window. “Happy fucking birthday to me.” I said quietly but loud enough to make sure he heard.

When we got to the hotel he helped me out of the car and up to my room. He tried to help me out of my clothes but I shoved his hand off of me letting him know that I was able to do it on my own. I could feel his eyes travelling from my head to toes as I was standing half naked in front of him with my back facing him trying to get an oversized shirt over me.

“I’m gonna stay here until you fall asleep and then I’ll go.” He said as he made himself more comfortable on the chair.

“Why?”

“Because I have to make sure you are okay.”

“No, I mean, why are you going?” He didn’t give me an answer. He just looked at me and sat there. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. It must have been half an hour later when I felt his fingers going through my hair and a few seconds later his lips on my forehead. “Please.” I spoke up without opening my eyes as I felt him getting up.

“What?” he whispered and sat down again.

“Stay.”

“Elizabella I ha-”

“Please.” I said and got my hand over his and intertwined our fingers. Hector sighed pulled out his phone, typed something and then placed it on the coffee table. He took his shoes and clothes off and soon enough he was next to me. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or just me but I found myself craving his touch and there I was, placing my small hand on his chest, then my head and then my leg over his. He didn’t stop me. He didn’t say anything. He just placed his hands over me and there we were. Sleeping like a loving couple. Something that we weren’t. But it still made me happy. It still gave me an idea of what he is like. I still felt safe in his hug.

Hey babes x

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[travellvogue]

Would you ever write about Roman Bürki?

dear anon,

personally i wouldn’t write for him but i love reading about him (especially smut lol) xx

[sanjithesimp]

The Club - Roman Bürki (II)

X  - This is part one, if you haven't read it 😏

Note: This is NSFW because it has a high content of smut.

I really hope you like it guys.

We were in the bathroom of the club, not even a week had past and we saw each other again but we really liked doing this, we were in some way addicted to each other...

He really knew how to turn me on.

His fingers were on my clit as well as his tongue, tasting my juices, how wet I was for him, his tongue moving along with his fingers making me moan that I thought for a second I would end up aphonic, as for me, I ran my hands all over his hair.

-.Rom...Roman...- I moaned his name for the first time, which kind of felt great, his name tasted so well in my mouth.

Which turned him more even more, as he increased the pace, and going deeper in my core with his fingers, and once in a while nibbled my core.

Who was this guy?? Was he Eros??

I didn't know but he made me feel like no one had ever made me feel.

He held me with one hand in my waist, and as I came in his mouth, he moaned..I felt the vibration in my core making my legs go numb for a minute from the energy.

After that he stood up and took off what was left from my clothes which was my little top, he stoped for a minute to look at my body knowing he owned it.

-.You taste so good.- he said in my ear, sending an energy spark through my spine.

Then he started kissing my neck, leaving wet traces in it, while he caresses my  breasts, he moaned as he felt my nipples going hard and moved his mouth from my neck to one of my breasts which made me say a bunch of words I didn't even thought I knew...but he was taking me to a new level of pleasure.

But I needed more, I wanted more...I wanted to feel him, to make him feel just as you felt so moved your hands to his pants and touched his dick over the fabric which makes him moan.

And then I unzipped  his pants and moved his boxers away so I could take his dick in my hand and start pumping up and down, making him say a few curses.

He was so hard for me too, and I loved it, so I went faster.

-.Slow...or...I will come just right now.- he said panting.

-.What’s the word??.- I asked him, and in response he groaned.

-.Please, slower..- and I decreased the pace, but it felt good having power over him.

Now I wanted to feel him inside me.

-. Roman...I need to feel you.- I said, my voice sounded so desperate.

-.What’s the word..- I was so desperate for feeling him inside him, my core was throbbing for the need of him inside me.

-.P..p..please.- I said.

And then he introduced his dick in my core, slowly which made both of us moan at the connection, he went deeper than the first time and then he took his hands and placed it on my ass, making me jump as he squeezed it; he started thrusting in and out, faster every time.

-. I am about to come..- Roman said, so he went a little bit faster, my walls almost crumbling down..his dick felt so good as my walls pressed it, and then I felt as he emptied in me.

We both moaned.

And then he got his dick out and placed it back in his boxers and fixed his clothes, while I dressed back on.

-. I really like being with you...why don't we see each other in another place?? maybe...I can even take you to diner.- he said, but I couldn't be involved like that with him...the clients would see me and stop coming with me, plus I didn't like relationships, no compromises for me...not after what my ex-fiancée did.

He left me here, that was what I was worth to him...

[burkithebee]

Roman Bürki x Y/N | Imagine (smut)

When Roman is in holiday in Ibiza with his gf 🙄

Ibiza was the real place to be for the summer holidays. Beach, hot sun, pretty boys and girls, best parties, what more could you ask for ? Since few years, Ibiza was the landmark of Roman and his friends. How many parties they did here ? How many times he was drunk here ? They couldn't count because that was too much, two hands was not enough to give a correct result.

So, since few years, Roman came in that little place, that little island which was a part of Spain, single. You couldn't came in Ibiza when you was in a relationship with someone, many people did some really bad things there. It was like the american movie 'The Hangover" : what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. You could transformed that sentence with Ibiza.

So, that was better for everyone, in fact. But, that year, everything was really different for him. You was here, with Roman because you was his 'incredible girlfriend', as he liked to say to each person that he met and he wanted to show you how much Ibiza an amazing place to chill with friends and lovers.

'Soooooo? Are you ready ? It's time ! Daniel and the others waiting for us !'

Roman took his phone which was at the edge of the bed, let out a sigh from his little mouth.

'Why girls are always so long into bathroom?'

But when he asked for it, the lock of the bathroom's door could be heard in the room. Y/N was right there, fixing her pretty long and vaporous hair that she spent working in front of the mirror. The sun had working really good on her skin, she was so taned and gold. She was so beautiful with her pretty curves which they made her so harmonious in her outfit.

Roman just looked at her, without saying anything. He couldn't able to said something, too much concentrate on her shapes.

'What?'

Y/N look at her in the mirror, once again, not understanding why Roman couldn't stop to look at her like that.

'What's the problem Roman? Tell me!'

'You look like a Coachella Queen. You're so beautiful. Each time I look at you, I just want to die such you're pretty!'

Y/N smiled and laughed at his words, raising her gaze to the ceiling. She also took her phone on the little table into the hotel room, leaning her body forward.  How she could be so sexy like that? Roman let his pinky tongue lick his dry lips while he looked at her pretty bubble butt. The desire to touch it grew into the hollow of his stomach. Y/N just looked at Roman while she went right to the door of the room, raising her cute voice to him.

'You say that I'm long but you're not better than me ! Stop looking at my ass like that and come!'

'I don't look at your ass, I look at your back!'

'My back, for sure... I know you more than everyone else Bürki!'

A smirk grew onto his pretty angel face of goalkeeper as he followed her out the room, taking the key at the same time to lock the door behind him. Y/N walked in front of Roman? Swinging her hips from the right to the left. It was like a sensual dance and Roman was completely hypnotized by her, since the first day that he had put his gaze on her.

Y/N was the daughter of a guy from the staff of Dortmund and it was a little bit difficult to say to his father 'hi sorry but I find you're daughter really sexy and each time I saw her I just want to fuck her all night long and heard her moan my name, could you give me her phone number?'

What a bad idea.

Waiting in front of the elevator, Roman got closer to her body, right there behind her, behind her scandalous kidney fall that drive him crazy. The swiss boy took a part of her head, letting his mouth drawn some pepper kisses onto her jaw. A light and cold shiver ran onto her gold skin like a fresh wind blowing of a summer night. So pleasant.

Y/N raised a hand to Roman's neck, scratching his soft skin under her long white and fresh stiletto nails that she had done before to go to Ibiza. Y/N just said nothing, she just enjoyed the moment with her boyfriend, her amazing -and damn so sexy- boyfriend. The doors opened in front of the two lovers, Roman pushing Y/N into the elevator. When she turned her body to him, he put his gaze into her's, he had something in the eyes, something special, something which could only see when he was... Horny.

The doors went close very slowly, so slowly compared the speed that Roman grabbed Y/N by the hips, to sticked her against his body. Roman kissed her, smashed their lips together so roughly and violently that she moaned a littld bit, arching her body against the wall of the elevator. For little moment, Roman broke up the kiss, beating on the mergency button with strength. The light began to flash, slowly, a low light. The young girl felt her mouth open in front of the situation.

'What the hell are y..'

'We don't have the time to talk, turn back on.'

She didn't really understand what he wanted but she listened to that manely voice. Y/N just love when he was like that; authoritarian, dominant. She had a really daddy kink for him. Y/N was too long for him, so he took the front, forcing his beautiful girlfriend to put her round and cute face against the wall. Not losing time, he raised the edge of her dress above her butt cheeks, which were perfectly dressed by one of his favorite piece of lingerie ; a black lace tanga highlighting her taned skin.

Arching her back as never she had done before, she couldn't kept herself to give a little ass nudge against Roman's pelvis. The older one grabbed her by the hips with one of his hands while he left a noisy slap onto her butt cheeks, it was so strong that, even if the light was really low, he could see the mark of his fingers onto her skin. Y/N screamed, a little bit but Roman stopped her in her way by putting his large hand of goalkeeper onto her masked mouth.

'In your opinion, am I a liar if I said that I'm pretty sure that I'm able to make you come only thanks to my fingers?' Roman knew that he was a wizard with his hands. She was at her mercy, between them such he was so talented to knew what she wanted, what she loved and what worked on her. Y/N groaned, bitting the skin of Roman's palm, trying to speak.

'You're a fucking liar, Roman!'

And yes, Y/N knew her swiss boy more than everyone else on that world -even more than his own mom- and she knew that he didn't like that, the fact to be challenged by her. Dark gaze on her, she felt Roman's fingers onto her neck, clamping them around her fragile throat.

'Call me daddy.'

Adding nothing at his words, he took the fabric of her lace underwear, pulling on it and let drop the clothes on her ankles which were dressed by a beautiful pair of sandal with golden flanges and scandalous heels, showing her little cute toes with white nailpolish on them. He didn't took much time to spread her legs all appart and giving a light squeeze, some caress onto her pussy, juste to tease her. Her wet and hot pussy.

Roman felt so uncomfortabld in his jeans, his cock was aching into his underwear.

'Such a good girl.. You're already ready for your daddy...'

Y/N moved her pelvis in front of him, trying to make him understand that she didn't want to wait. She hated that. She hated him in these moment. She hated to be teased. She wanted him, his fingers, mouth, tongue and fucking dick at that moment. She wanted all of him and the simple fact to think aout all of that made her more wet than before, for the incredible pleasure of Roman.

'Please! We don't have the time ! That's what you said !'

Pressing a little more his fingers onto her throat, scratching her soft skin with the little nails that he had, Roman just letting the end of one of his digits stimulate the hot and wet entrance.

'Magic words.'

Closing hee deep eyes, taking a long breath, she leaned her head back, pushing her ass torward him, murmuring.

'Please. I'm a good girl. I need it. Make me come, daddy.'  

The magic words. Roman went down his hand to grab one of her butt cheeks, pressing roughly her flesh between his digits and palm while, at the same time, and with bluntly, he out two of his fingers Y/N's vagina. That place was so hot, tight, wet and pleasant; 'the better place of this fucking world' as Roman liked to say to her into the hollow of her ear when he fucker her, late in night or early in the morning.

Her hands against the wall of the elevator, she turned her head torwards Roman, looking at him in the eyes, juggling between that horny face and the movements that he did with his hand, saking your pretty voluptuous ass at the same time. Y/N's face blushed as much as Roman keeping his strength and speed to fuck her with his fingers. She moaned, screaming Roman's name and 'daddy' sometimes such the pleasure was great in her. The hot flesh of her entrance pulsed, her heart missed few beats into her chest, her breath hurted her lunges such it was so burning.

Arching his long and big digits, Roman stimulating her G-spot better than everyone else had the chance to done before him. That little and sensitive area sending some waves of pleasure on her body which began to trembling thanks to the expert touches of Bürki. Wet ran onto his fingers so much that he could feel the hot liquid until his wrist. That was not surprising at all, she was so horny.

That was so difficult to him to keep his calm when he was in front of her, seeing her like that, asking for him, for his body. Clenching his teeth to forget his acking dick into his jeans, trying to think about something else and not about her riding on her cock as that could be the last time, as each time that they made love, Roman just took the pleasure that Y/N gave by enjoying what he did to her, trying to keep these images on his head because she was beautiful with her mouth which was half-open, little bit of sweat onto her chubby cheeks and her perfect eyebrows frowened.

Y/N's breath was so heavy that Roman knew that she was really close, she was at the edge to explode right there, around her digits. Trying to keep her noises, she pressed her fingers to wall, until her joints turned white. It was to difficult for her to stay on her feet, each time that he pushed in and out his amazing digits, she thought that she went fell onto the floor. Roman put his free hand onto her pussy, the end of his digits against her big and sensitive clit that he began to rub, furiously, just to speed up her orgasm. And that worked pretty well on her.

'Come for your daddy, baby girl..'

Undulating her generous curves, wanting to feel each inch that Roman pushed in her sensitive entrance, Y/N explode with a long and noisy shout, feeling few waves which shook all the members of her body, her hands sliding against the wall such she was hot and wet by the sweat that she had on her shapes. Obviously, Roman was in the same condition; the air was ward and humid such theie breath fulfilled the little metalic box.

She had the impression that she went die because of the pleasure, passing above the little pain that Roman did by fingering her with so strongly and rapidly. Leaning his strong and imposing body abover his chubby girl, Roman put a warm kiss onto her hot neck, bitting a bit her skin while he pressing his fingers with a sour taste because of her onto Y/N's lips. She tried to take deep breath, to find a normal breathing and calm heartbeat, sucking Roman's digits in a sensual way.

That was so good, so intense.

'So? Am I a liar anymore?'

'You perfectly know that your not.'

A laugh fall from Roman's lips letting one of his hands against Y/N's hot cheek, kissed her with passion, with love, as each time that he gave her all the pleasure that he could give . But for him, in front of her beautiful eyes.

'Good job boy. That's a happy and fille woman ! But, next time, don't monopolize the elevator to sex guys.'

Roman and Y/N raised their gaze around them, trying to find where that voice came from. Finding the security camera into the corner of the elevator, Y/N hidde her head against Roman shoulder, keep a laugh while Roman gave a little signe to the equipment.

'Sorry!'

Laughing, he put a hand onto the hollow of Y/N back, sighing into her ear.

'That was the first round. I haven't finish with you.'

'Anywhere and whenever you want, daddy.'

These words made him smile. A big and bright smile onto his red face by the heat. Y/N was the only one who could made him smile like that. He was so in love of her. Roman's phone sounded. Taking it, he could see a message on his locker screen, from Daniel, saying : 'where are you ?'

Ibiza nights calling!